He wanted—he wanted to memorize all of him, all of this skin like new ivory, all his little sounds and sighs. Letting himself possess what he had always coveted. He licked the juncture between his legs, sucking on the soft skin, the very tops of his thighs; he swallowed around his prick, rapidly filling, taking him in as far as he could. Weeks and weeks of this—he knew Theo’s body, knew that he could fit him down the back of his throat, nose pressed into curled golden hair.

He wanted to kiss secrets into his skin.

Pulling off, Theo whimpered—and Jack moved his mouth, down, and lifted Theo’s legs over his shoulders.

“What are you—”

“Guess.”

“Jack—”

“Shh.”

Theo was sweet and smooth from oil, and Jack pressed the flat of his tongue against his entrance, then kissed him there, filthy, the way he kissed his mouth.

“Ohhh—” Theo’s legs clenched and released and kicked at his back.

“Ow, you fucker,” Jack muttered, then licked around Theo’s rim in a spiraling curl.

“You—sweet holy fuck—you try staying still, when—”

Jack sucked hard—Theo smelled so good, how was he always so perfect—then laved him with gentle swipes of his tongue when Theo dug his heels under his shoulder blades. “Jesus, why are you so rough...”

Theo moaned, high and long, and breathed out, shaking. “You know you love it.”

A feeling like something trapped inside of him.

“I do.” Jack wrapped a hand around Theo’s cock—hard and hot and fuck, so ready—and pushed two fingers into him, curling up. Theo raised his chest, head thrown back, stomach concave—and he was like a fucking sculpture, right here in this moment, in marble, glittering, something fit for a museum, something to worship.

“If you still want me to—ah, please, right there—to fuck you...”

Jack pressed, once more, against that bundle of nerves—left his fingers there, still and firm, while he leaned over Theo and kissed his mouth. Theo wiggled and he pulled his fingers away.

“Jack, have you...” He was quiet, and blushed a light pink. “Have you really never done that before?”

“I told you.” Jack dropped his body, his cock brushing up against Theo’s, and they both moaned. “I’ve never done anything.”

Theo chuckled low and dirty. “Well, you are a fucking natural.”

Jack thrust down, breathless. “Have you ever—has anyone else—with their mouth, I mean—”

He pulled back to catch Theo’s eyes, which were clear and entirely guileless as he shook his head. “Only you.”

“God, I love that.” Jack reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, fuck, what Theo’s voice did to him, “I wanna be the first and the la—”