Okay, well, if you sprout wings right now, I told you so.

[ Laughing briefly, he cries out as three fingers stretch him impatiently, baring his teeth against the deep-set ache this leaves in his ass already. When all of them drag out Jack yelps, grasping at the fingers twining through his own and clinging to a fistful of ruddy hair throughout the kiss.

He pushes at him, urging him off and onto his knees. ]

Back, get back, you're too big, I need to be on your lap. [ Desperate he might be, but he isn't without his wits. Not yet. ] Kneel back and let me get on top of you, then I can take you faster.