[He's a lot fierier than he looks, but he's also a lot more possessive than he looks. This is dangerous, he knows, but he feels part of him wants them to know what's going on, wants them to look at the door and wonder what's taking them so long to look for a little USB chip. His fingers grip Jack's hip harder, almost like he has an intent to leave a bruise before his grip lightens up.

He wants them to know Jack is his and he's Jack's. Wants them staring and whispering, and the thought makes him growl deep in the back of his throat as he keeps pounding, reaching with his other hand to trail his fingers around Jack's mouth.]

And you'd let me? You'd let me do all of that, pound you while people watch, eyeing you off like a pack of wolves? [He drags Jack's head back close to his, nipping at the ear.] You're mine. No one else is allowed to look or touch. This? [He pulls back and thrusts deeply, hitting a wall as his fingers slip into Jack's mouth to muffle any cries.] Nobody can watch.