"Oh, I'd do whatever I could, darling, to make you hold off, wait for me, so we could come together," Speaking of-Jack moaned again and huffed out a breath, "Gregory, I don't think I can take much more of this," He muttered, hand steadily stroking himself now as he went on, voice low and breathy, "I'd want to pound into you, darling, nails digging at your shoulders, shoving you down onto my cock with each thrust forward, mouth bending to suck and bite at those lips of yours, as I wouldn't be able to keep myself straight, teeth getting involved as I groaned with each hard thrust into you. I'd scratch my nails against your thigh before I took you in hand, gave you a squeeze and pushed into you roughly, fucking you for all. I. was. worth," Jack managed to ground out those last few words before there was a gasp, a soft "Fuck, Greg," and a silence at his end, or rather, no more words but heavy breathing as he lay back on the couch, eyes closed as Jack basked in his climax.