[ Anyone else, he thinks, because there's a part of him that doesn't trust Rhys, and that's absolutely the part that involves Elizabeth. It's nothing personal, exactly, but it's coolly logical in a way that's far more Jack's way of thinking that Rhys's. It's to Rhys' advantage to get rid of people like Elizabeth, and Jack and Elizabeth both knew that. Briefly, he has to wonder if telling Rhys about the danger he was in was a mistake. Maybe he should have just cut his losses here and not tried to dig for more.
The problem is, it's difficult to entertain that kind of thought long when you have someone at your neck like this.
He'd brushed off Elizabeth's sexual advances, but it's way, way more difficult to do that for Rhys. Unlike Elizabeth's, this was far more genuine. Pretty obviously so, if only by the intensity of how Rhys bites and sucks at his neck, since Jack is pretty damn sure that's not something you can fake. His grip tightens reflexively, but the most satisfying, subtle sign that this is thrilling to Jack will be how Rhys will be able to feel his pulse rocket up underneath his mouth. ]
Damn- You're gonna leave a friggin' mark. Lots of 'em.
[ That ends up being his response to the question, so needless to say, that topic is getting further from his mind the more he's pulled into the thrill of his moment. It's intense in a way that's actually fairly intimidating, but Jack loves being lavished in attention. Someone being this into him was dizzying, because even if of course anyone should be, it's, uh. Not exactly something Jack has experienced before. He might lie and pretend otherwise, but no, this is definitely a first. It's what keeps Jack exactly where he is, and when Rhys grabs at his ass, Jack's hand shifts up so that he can ball a fist into Rhys's fair. He pulls his head back slightly, though it's not quite to stop this encounter so much as to Jack just getting aggressive in return. That's fairly clear from the smile on his face, since nothing about it says that he isn't loving this. ]
Yeah, you don't have hours. [ It probably sounds like a challenge, but that's actually not intentional on Jack's part so much as a "no shit" kind of statement. He pauses to lean forward and kiss Rhys again briefly, though this time it's more aggressive, and more teeth as if to match what Rhys has been doing to his neck. But Jack pulls back just to add because he's a cocky asshole: ] If you think I'm yours, then, y'know, I'm honestly impressed you didn't get super weird over the "sir" thing.
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The problem is, it's difficult to entertain that kind of thought long when you have someone at your neck like this.
He'd brushed off Elizabeth's sexual advances, but it's way, way more difficult to do that for Rhys. Unlike Elizabeth's, this was far more genuine. Pretty obviously so, if only by the intensity of how Rhys bites and sucks at his neck, since Jack is pretty damn sure that's not something you can fake. His grip tightens reflexively, but the most satisfying, subtle sign that this is thrilling to Jack will be how Rhys will be able to feel his pulse rocket up underneath his mouth. ]
Damn- You're gonna leave a friggin' mark. Lots of 'em.
[ That ends up being his response to the question, so needless to say, that topic is getting further from his mind the more he's pulled into the thrill of his moment. It's intense in a way that's actually fairly intimidating, but Jack loves being lavished in attention. Someone being this into him was dizzying, because even if of course anyone should be, it's, uh. Not exactly something Jack has experienced before. He might lie and pretend otherwise, but no, this is definitely a first. It's what keeps Jack exactly where he is, and when Rhys grabs at his ass, Jack's hand shifts up so that he can ball a fist into Rhys's fair. He pulls his head back slightly, though it's not quite to stop this encounter so much as to Jack just getting aggressive in return. That's fairly clear from the smile on his face, since nothing about it says that he isn't loving this. ]
Yeah, you don't have hours. [ It probably sounds like a challenge, but that's actually not intentional on Jack's part so much as a "no shit" kind of statement. He pauses to lean forward and kiss Rhys again briefly, though this time it's more aggressive, and more teeth as if to match what Rhys has been doing to his neck. But Jack pulls back just to add because he's a cocky asshole: ] If you think I'm yours, then, y'know, I'm honestly impressed you didn't get super weird over the "sir" thing.