He wanted to get his fingers out of Jack's and just have at him on his own- now that I've got your glorious cock it's mine, mine, mine and here's what I'm going to do with it!

But he just couldn't seem to get untangled from him, not any way left to them on the bed. Zephyr didn't even know if anybody called this /thrusting/ anymore when he found himself screwed up bent over Jack, grinding the two of them closer and closer together while the pillows shook out of place and /fuck/ and /Jack/ and so what if he didn't have that cock to himself and his eyes were watering.

"I meant what I said, OK?"

That hung between them a moment, neither of them quite able to speak.

"I get tested like every three months. S'if... Jack... s'ok if I... Jack... fuckin /everythin/. Jack!"

The last few words broken through the shudders in his hips.