Jack felt the slight change in tension, and tilted his head back to look up at the Master, meeting his gaze as the Master's cock brushed against his lips, his cheek, damp from his ministrations.
He raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry, bringing the hand tracing patterns to a rest on the Master's hip, his finger slipping out, reaching for the lube again. Even though he wondered what had startled the Master, he wasn't going to stop unless he was told to.