Pressure, pressure, run away as fast as you can go

[mitsubishievo]

They weren't far from the apartment, because Kavinsky had only just been coming from there in the first place. He kept close to Jack, sort of thrilled, because it was months since they'd done something like this, something that wasn't just hanging out together in places where they could be held accountable to their actions.

They went up to the penthouse, and almost as soon as they were in the door, Kavinsky hauled Jack in and kissed him hungrily. He'd been thinking about it every time Jack looked at his mouth in the cafe, and now that they were alone, he finally could.

"Strip," he growled against Jack's mouth, hand coming up to cup his throat gently.

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[rockabillyboy]

The kiss, the hand on his throat, the tone of Kavinsky's voice, the unfamiliar face all combines to send a lazy heat thrumming through Jack's bones. He swallows and nods, taking a step back to peel off his jacket and his shirt, his jeans, his underwear until he's standing there naked in front of Kavinsky, his cheeks flushed pink.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky admired Jack, kissing him between each article of clothing that got stripped off. He grabbed him by the hips and let his gaze rack over him, then leaned in, kissing heavily, intently, as he bullied him across the small living space and toward the balcony door.

"You look so fucking good," he breathed.

[rockabillyboy]

With a thrill, Jack realises that fucking him on the balcony maybe hadn't been threat or hyperbole. He doesn't fight it.

"All for you, baby." It's not true, they both know it, but, right now, it could be and that's enough.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky smiled, because it was a neat, tidy little dream in this place. He pressed Jack up against the glass door and kissed him, slow and hungry.

Softly, against Jack's mouth, he asked, "You really want me to film me fucking you, baby? Want me to give you some point of view bullshit of you taking my cock like a champ?"

[rockabillyboy]

Jack's intensely aware of being naked, right then, his ass and his shoulders pressed against the cold glass. He makes a soft sound into the kiss.

"You could just act like we're on webcam," he says, smirking. "Like you're streaming me for an audience."

[mitsubishievo]

"Slut," Kavinsky breathed, and laughed. He put a hand on Jack's chin and tilted his head back slowly. "God, you would want the whole world to see what kind of a whore you are. Go on, get out there. I'll be out in a second."

[rockabillyboy]

"Hey. I can't help how I'm wired." He opens the door, shivering a little in the stiff breeze and steps out onto the balcony, bending at the waist to catch his elbows on the rail while he waits.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky took his time. He only grabbed the lube, but then he lingered inside, admiring Jack's long limbs and bare skin, the tattoos, the way the wind ruffled his hair. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of him, just standing there. Then, he switched it over to video and started recording as he stepped out.

"You look real fuckin' good, baby," he said.

[rockabillyboy]

"All for you," he says again, looking back over his shoulder and grinning, completely unselfconscious about being naked out on the balcony. He winks at the camera.

[mitsubishievo]

The wink was cheeky, and Kavinsky laughed a little. He tried to figure out how to hold things for this to really work, before he finally hummed and settled on something.

He slapped Jack's ass, then handed him the lube. "Go on then, pretty boy. Open yourself up for daddy."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes the lube, slicking his fingers and reaching behind him, shuffling his feet a little further apart, to fully expose himself as he reaches behind himself to smudge his fingers over his hole, easing two inside.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky sighed, watching the sight of it. He leaned against the door and grinned at Jack, angling the phone so he had a lovely, objectifying view of Jack's ass and fingers. "That's real nice, baby. You take it so good."

He slapped Jack's ass, hard enough that it brought up pink and made his fingers sting a little.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack groans softly at the slap and nods, swallowing, pressing a third finger into his ass, wanting to feel the stretch.

[mitsubishievo]

"Three already," Kavinsky murmured, and slapped Jack's ass again, and then sort of playfully, mostly gently, up between his legs. He gave Jack's balls a squeeze, more firmly. "Don't practically need them, if you can go that fast. Maybe I should have just slicked up and stuck in."

[rockabillyboy]

"Could've," says Jack, pressing his face into the crook of his bent arm for a moment as he fucks himself open with three fingers. "Would've been okay."

[mitsubishievo]

"Shit, baby," Kavinsky breathed, and laughed. He angled the phone a bit to really see how Jack was taking it, his cock twitching in his jeans. "Think it would've been more than okay."

[rockabillyboy]

"We should try, one day," says Jack, biting his lip as he twists his wrist and pushes his fingers deeper. "I'd like that."

[mitsubishievo]

"Yeah, I bet," Kavinsky murmured. He shifted in closer, lifting the camera so it caught Jack but he could easily angle away from the shot. Even if this wasn't going to see the light of day, Kavinsky played like it was going live as they filmed it.

"Smile for the boys watching at home, Jackie. Tell them what you want daddy to do to you." He managed to only snigger a little bit when he said daddy.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack plays at hiding his face, just for a moment, and then he looks up at the camera, giving it a lazy smile, imagining how he'd feel if he knew it was streaming live.

"I want you to fuck the shit out of me," he says, biting his lip. "Daddy."

[mitsubishievo]

A little burst of laughter breathed out of Kavinsky. His cock twitched in his jeans, and he pressed his hips up against the side of Jack's ass, rubbing against him obscenely. He hadn't really expected for it to do that much to him, but there it was, he guessed.

"You can do better than that," he said. "C'mon, Jackie."

[rockabillyboy]

"I want daddy to use me and humiliate me and fuck me however he wants to," says Jack, looking straight into the camera when he says it. "I want you to use me up."

[mitsubishievo]

"Shit," Kavinsky breathed against Jack's shoulder. He scraped his teeth, without intention of leaving a mark, and slapped Jack's ass again. "That's better. You gonna leave your fingers in there like some sort of slut, or you gonna let me get my cock in you?"

He opened his jeans and took his cock out, rubbing against Jack's ass.

[rockabillyboy]

Groaning softly, Jack tugs his fingers out of his ass, wrapping both hands over the top of the balcony instead.

"Sorry, Daddy."

[mitsubishievo]

Almost as soon as Jack's fingers were out, Kavinsky pushed in. He didn't give him a chance to think about it otherwise. He wasn't slicked up or anything, but Jack had used enough lube that it was easy to push in.

He was going to have to figure out how to hold the phone while he did this. Playfully, he slapped Jack's ass. "If we do this again, remind me to use a real camera so I don't have to hold this shit."

[rockabillyboy]

Kavinsky's cock feels so incredibly good sliding into him, especially given the fact that he's on the balcony, his skin goose-pimpled slightly by the cold air. He groans softly, shuffling his feet a little further apart so that he can take Kavinsky's cock deeper.

"Yes, daddy."