Oh, but that felt good - far, far to good. How long had it been since he'd properly slept with someone? He hadn't realized he'd been aching for it so much until that moment, Jack's cock pressing against his thigh, his own throbbing in response hard enough to make him groan.
He growled when Jack pulled away, pouring up at him - though his expression swiftly melted into one of confusion.
7711? That was - well, he couldn't do the immediate math, but it was at least a decade when counted by the Earth calendar of 365 days. How was that even possible?
"What does glitched mean?" He asked, sitting up a bit to better look Jack in the eye rather than gaze up at him.