Jack near feels like he's orgasmed himself by the time Norrington releases. It feels good to swallow him down, Norrington bucking against his mouth, and it all going inside him. He swallows what he can, before it gets too much, then tugs away finally. Spits the rest to the ground and cleans his mouth off with the back of his hand.
He slumps on the ground, collapsing back on one eblow with his knees still bent backwards. It's a little uncomfortable actually but he doesn't want to move. Too much energy is in him, rattling round his bones and inside his head. Coursing, plumeting -- like he's in the middle of the storm again, wind howling and waves tossing about, making his blood near sing with all the commotion. Except there's no storm here anymore. No reason he should feel quite so buzzed. Staying very, very still seems like a good solution to counteract it.
He doesn't look at Norrington, almost forgets him standing there, until he speaks. Jack throws a glance his way. Norrington sounds vaguely upset for some strange reason. Shouldn't be surprising because Norrington always reacts to things a little bit funny, but there's something in the way he's looking at Jack. Something vaguely sad. Vaguely disappointed.
"Didn't you like it?" Jack says, and it's suppose to come out cheeky, or maybe even a little sly, but his voice doesn't quite manage all that. It shakes. Too much air, more than really necessarily to say the words, and his breath shuddering a little bit inside his chest.
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He slumps on the ground, collapsing back on one eblow with his knees still bent backwards. It's a little uncomfortable actually but he doesn't want to move. Too much energy is in him, rattling round his bones and inside his head. Coursing, plumeting -- like he's in the middle of the storm again, wind howling and waves tossing about, making his blood near sing with all the commotion. Except there's no storm here anymore. No reason he should feel quite so buzzed. Staying very, very still seems like a good solution to counteract it.
He doesn't look at Norrington, almost forgets him standing there, until he speaks. Jack throws a glance his way. Norrington sounds vaguely upset for some strange reason. Shouldn't be surprising because Norrington always reacts to things a little bit funny, but there's something in the way he's looking at Jack. Something vaguely sad. Vaguely disappointed.
"Didn't you like it?" Jack says, and it's suppose to come out cheeky, or maybe even a little sly, but his voice doesn't quite manage all that. It shakes. Too much air, more than really necessarily to say the words, and his breath shuddering a little bit inside his chest.