John paused, mind whirring overtime. He wanted this so badly, had done since Jack had first mentioned he couldn't stay dead. His two favourite pastimes, sex and death, and Jack had agreed to both. He couldn't quite believe his luck. He only hoped that Jack wasn't going to hate his guts afterwards. His arousal, overactive imagination, and hard cock soon pushed that thought to the back of his mind for now though.
He stilled his mind, heart thudding in his chest. "I'm going to bind your feet now. Green, amber, red, if you are having problems, okay?" He knew Jack would understand the concept of safewords, even if they'd hardly ever used them. Hell, they'd played around enough in the past, and simplicity was always a good thing to latch onto when required. "I don't want you to have to panic like that again. Talk to me if you can before you get to that, otherwise I'll be pissed. Please?"
As he spoke, he placed the palm of his right hand down inbetween Jack's shoulderblades, where he could feel the muscles twitch as they fought to give Jack respite from the ropes. He didn't push, just rested his hand there. He closed his eyes, and just let himself enjoy the sensation for a moment.