Chapter 86
Nolan
"Well, I guess time's up." Jack says with a grin that makes me want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.
He peels himself away from Ciel, and Ciel just… plops onto the bed like a marionette with its strings cut. He exhales, chest rising and falling hard, strands of scarlet hair sticking to his temple.
Jack blinks blearily, finds his pants somewhere on the floor, and tugs them on with the slow, loose movements of someone whose bones might have just melted. A T-shirt gets thrown lazily over his shoulder as he pads out of the bedroom, bare feet soft against the floor.
Meanwhile, I'm still on the bed. Processing. Or trying to.
Processing the sight of Jack fucking himself against Ciel's thighs. Processing Ciel coming apart like that. Processing the fact that I'm still hard as hell with no end in sight and the clock ticking.
Yeah. I should probably take care of that. Soon.
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Jack
