That Norrington would try to challenge him now causes a grin to spread across Jack's face, predetory and hungry. And if a kiss -- a good kiss at that but nothing surprising, nothing too exciting -- was what he thought Jack was playing at then the man had something coming to him.

Slowly, Jack stills his hips against Norrington's, biting back a groan at the end of the lovely friction, wonderful friction, and then leaning down to prop himself up on his elbows. Just watching Norrington.

"Try harder, eh?" The corner of Jack's lips twist up into a smile. "Didn't think I was trying yet at all, mate."

Jack suddenly sits up, bringing his face close again to Norrington's but he won't kiss him this time. Leans in instead near his ear to place a kiss there and then trace the outer shell with his tongue. Runs a hand up Norrington's chest and then down to where his shirt is tucked into his breeches. Pulls it loose to skim a few fingers along the skin of his belly before settling his other hand on Norrington's hip.

"Seems to me," Jack whispers into his ear, skating the tips of his fingers into the waistband of Norrington's breeches before cupping Norrington's erection through his trousers. "Hardness isn't exactlty the concern here."