Lane smiled before he leaned forward to tongue Jack's balls, first one, then the other. He sneaked a glance up at Jack's face, nearly out of sight as his head leaned against the back of the couch. "Noted," he said and kissed the head of his cock, lips wet against the soft skin there. He took a breath before guiding it into his mouth with his fist at the base, tongue flat and hard against the underside as he moved slow with just a bit of suction. He savored the taste before it faded into nothing, loving the feel of it filling his mouth and moaning around the length as he felt the head push against the back of his throat. This was what he needed, how much he hadn't known until just now. A hard cock pushing at his throat, the floor hard under his knees. Keeping the suction, he slid his mouth up and licked at the head and took another deep breath before descending again, fist corkscrewing around the base in a counter motion.