[ Jack dips his upper half down to allow her more access into pulling his shirt off and over his shoulders. when it's gone and tossed onto the bed, floor, wherever she decides to release it, she will see him bare for the first time. as expected of him, old wounds immediately welcome the inevitable eyes that look down to shape his body. bullet holes decorate his torso and pecs. evidence of a knife having done work on him is seen in the form of lines running down his abs and across his belly button, going as far as to the v-bone that has become exposed thanks to Hana's continued efforts in stripping him of everything as soon as possible.
once upon a time, he didn't like showing reminders of fights that he didn't always win to people, especially those that he had become close to. often enough they would feel guilt and pity him for the experiences that he had to have been put through in order to receive the scars in the first place. now? Jack doesn't care. there's many more on his back and his thighs, and if he has his way, he will receive more. Hana will just have to learn to deal with providing temporary marks on him similar to the ones he leaves in his wake. ]
Because a club is so much better. Right.
[ he would be so close to rolling his eyes if it weren't for her still bringing up other locations. Jack shouldn't be enabling her into thinking that sex in their very open safehouses is a good idea, but... it's an interesting enough thought. when she brings up Volskaya, he parts his lips to speak but nothing comes out. nothing except for a sharp inhale of breath as her teeth work to return the favor, sucking hard and bringing the blood up to the surface. his hands on her tits squeeze harder until he lets go, slowly dragging his groin away from her to pull down a few inches. ]
I guess that would work. You're not worried you would start nipping?
[ emphasis on the fact that his lips are now sucking on one of her said nipples. it's the first time he's seen them naked, even if the dress at the club was a poor excuse at trying to keep her in check. other than a few gropes and squeezes when fucking her, he had never been able to put a proper amount of attention to her cute, perky shape. his lips kiss against the stiffening peak before his teeth catch hold against it, canine scraping along the side to entice sharp pangs of pleasure mixed with the briefest levels of pain. that pain may spike a bit when he tugs it back, releasing it with a resounding suck as his hand works to tweak the lonelier of the two with both index and forefinger.
she'll notice that he's since palmed his pants down to his ankles along with his underwear, kicking them all off along with his shoes. wow, an entirely naked Jack Morrison in Hana Song's bed. this took a quick turn. he pulls back with a wet pop and bites at the inside of her cleavage once and then twice, looking up to her from his almost-prone position. it's certainly a unique angle of the man that was usually standing tall above her. ]
Let's keep your mind focused on right now, though. Think you can do that for me?
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once upon a time, he didn't like showing reminders of fights that he didn't always win to people, especially those that he had become close to. often enough they would feel guilt and pity him for the experiences that he had to have been put through in order to receive the scars in the first place. now? Jack doesn't care. there's many more on his back and his thighs, and if he has his way, he will receive more. Hana will just have to learn to deal with providing temporary marks on him similar to the ones he leaves in his wake. ]
Because a club is so much better. Right.
[ he would be so close to rolling his eyes if it weren't for her still bringing up other locations. Jack shouldn't be enabling her into thinking that sex in their very open safehouses is a good idea, but... it's an interesting enough thought. when she brings up Volskaya, he parts his lips to speak but nothing comes out. nothing except for a sharp inhale of breath as her teeth work to return the favor, sucking hard and bringing the blood up to the surface. his hands on her tits squeeze harder until he lets go, slowly dragging his groin away from her to pull down a few inches. ]
I guess that would work. You're not worried you would start nipping?
[ emphasis on the fact that his lips are now sucking on one of her said nipples. it's the first time he's seen them naked, even if the dress at the club was a poor excuse at trying to keep her in check. other than a few gropes and squeezes when fucking her, he had never been able to put a proper amount of attention to her cute, perky shape. his lips kiss against the stiffening peak before his teeth catch hold against it, canine scraping along the side to entice sharp pangs of pleasure mixed with the briefest levels of pain. that pain may spike a bit when he tugs it back, releasing it with a resounding suck as his hand works to tweak the lonelier of the two with both index and forefinger.
she'll notice that he's since palmed his pants down to his ankles along with his underwear, kicking them all off along with his shoes. wow, an entirely naked Jack Morrison in Hana Song's bed. this took a quick turn. he pulls back with a wet pop and bites at the inside of her cleavage once and then twice, looking up to her from his almost-prone position. it's certainly a unique angle of the man that was usually standing tall above her. ]
Let's keep your mind focused on right now, though. Think you can do that for me?