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it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons
that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents

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If all you do is scratch . . .

[With a happy sigh he tips his head, back arching as he squirms. Soon, soon he'll turn and reciprocate. Maybe even blow the man, if he's nice enough.]

What, not a fan of scratching?

[ Because just as he says that, Hans digs in with his nails, dragging them down Jack's back. Some people are into that. And hey, in a party like this, leaving a mark would cause quite the stir.

Which, y'know, might actually liven up the place. ]

[He exhales sharply through his teeth, back arching as his eyes widen. Four long red marks brighten on his skin, looking far more scandalous than they have any right to.]

More a fan of mouths, actually-- Jesus--

I see.

[ Okay, okay, fine, Hans leans right up close, kissing the back of Jack's neck, once. Bro, give him some more compliments and he'll do whatever you want. ]

I might need some coaxing if you'd like my mouth somewhere else...

[He exhales again, his eyes fluttering closed. When his mouth leaves him, though, he turns, hands resting on his knees.]

If you need a demonstraton, Westergard, all you need to do is say so.

[His fingers get to work-- firmly, quickly, tugging open his trousers.]

But if you want compliments-- feels like you're just as big downstairs as you are everyone else, sweet.

Then by all means.

[ And that's Hans shivering, caught a bit off-guard by just how swiftly Jack is moving. That's okay though, Hans can mimic that. He'll be what you want, Jack. ]

Good to know your hands are as quick as your words.

Wait til you get to my mouth.

[Wryly said, as Jack gropes at his newfound friend. Reaching into his trousers, he draws the other man out, gripping him hard and stroking him once or twice.]

Now, here's your instructions: don't stop talkin'. Think you can manage?

[One more flirtatious grin, and then Jack's ducking his head down, taking his cock in his mouth with a happy little moan.]

N-now that's something I can manage, I'm sure.

[ Well, at least while Jack is just gripping him. Once Jack starts going down on him, words become a little harder to work out. Hans really is so easy. ]

I'd rather not talk to myself, but given your current involvement I'd s-say it's a sacrifice I can make.

[He bobs his head twice, tongue working deftly, before he pulls back. Jack really has a hard time shutting up.]

Try. For me, darlin'. If you can.

[There's a bit of a challenge there, as he ducks his head once more. He's good at this, but he's always been good with his mouth; this is just another outlet. Jack moans wantonly, head bobbing.]

Aa-ah!

[ Hans gasps, hands flying forward to grip onto Jack's hair. Wow, you're really good at this, Jack. Hans quivers, holding his hips as steady as he can. A challenge is just the kind of thing to keep Hans from getting too overwhelmed... ]

Should I start r-reciting poetry, or what?

[He lets out a soft scolding noise-- no, Hans, you should start talking dirty. Oh, well! Perhaps Jack will have to teach him that too. It's not as if Hans is a particular disappointment; with a cock as nice as his, Jack is willing to put up with a lot. And the way he grips his hair is rather pleasing, frankly; he shivers when he feels his fingers tighten there.

He can't smirk, not like this, but he certainly feels arrogant enough as he bobs his head and keeps working. Maybe he'll pull away and tease later; for now, there's no harm in giving Hans exactly what he wants.]

Fuck...

[ Hans isn't one to curse, but he also isn't one to get very many blowjobs in other people's bathrooms, so in a lot of ways, this is a first. He tightens his grip on Jack's hair, holding him close-- ]

S-seriously, you-- christ.

[ Yeah, not at his most coherent, that's for sure. ]

[He arches his back, showing himself off, just in case Hans manages to open his eyes long enough to get a glimpse. He's terribly pleased; it's always good to know you're appreciated. With a moan Jack keeps working, tasting the precome in the back of his throat. Two more jerks, and then he pulls back with a gasp, smirking as he does.]

Why don't you ask nicely, hm? And then I'll finish you off.

Please.

[ Hans isn't below begging to get what he wants, and what he wants right now are Jack's lips back on his cock, and to maybe hear more of those noises again. He's impatient. Jack can look as hot as he wants, but if he's teasing him, he'll still earn himself a breathless glare. ]

Don't-- don't stop now.

[Ahh, but that's what he likes to hear. Jack leans forward, tongue teasing around the head of his cock once or twice before he speaks against the head.]

That's a good boy-- that's perfect, sweet, but let's hear you keep talkin', hm? I like how your voice sounds, all desperate for me.

[ Hans groans a bit, hips jutting involuntarily at the attention-- or the sudden lack of it, maybe. Now he's tugging at Jack's hair, definitely glaring. ]

W-would you just... get on with it?

[ Impatient, impatient... ]

Or what?

[He licks at the head of his cock again, tongue teasing at the slit, tasting the precome there.]

Seems to me you don't got much choice in the matter.

A-and whose fault is that?

[ Hans gasps at every touch, so much so that he has to bite his lip to keep himself from embarrassing himself further with wonton noises that would probably carry outside. Just because he's enjoying himself doesn't mean he has to play to Jack's tune. Odd time to be stubborn, Hans. ]

Just... please.

[Please, and that sounds so sweet. Ah, well, he'll torture him more later, the next time they do this (because there will be a next time). Jack finally relents, leaning forward to take Hans in his mouth once more. He moves enthusiastically, tongue working as he sucks, intent on bringing him to a finish.]

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