Hearing "savvy" said back to him like that, in Norrington's deep voice, with their hips pressed together, Jack can't stop a moan from escaping. The idea that Norrington has done this before, because that's the only thing that talk of lax regulations can mean, sends whatever blood left in his body to one particular point. Rocks his hips forward because he can't stand the pressure without some friction, and throws his head backwards as another groan reverberates deep in his throat from that.

"Haven't tried hard enough then, love, if you think there's limitations to this," Jack pants out, tucking his chin to look back up at Norrington. "Just have to let ol' Jack show you a trick or two."

And because he is a man of his word after all, let no one say otherwise, Jack wraps a hand around the back of Norrington's neck to pull him into a proper kiss, opening his mouth immediatly to deepen it. His other hand runs along the side of Norrington's jaw and the tangles itself into his hair.