An uncontrolable spasm wracks through him. He bucks viciously at the first touch of a hand on his prick, hold the right side of tight, and thumb doing glorious things. He doesn't even register that his breeches are suddenly dropped around his ankles.

Jack shivers at the teeth below his ear. "Gnnnh" he grits out, this time meant more as a reproach for asking silly questions than a commentary on how well things are unfolding. He is far, far too close to have much patience with words. "S'a talent," he gasps, cocking head so he can catch Norrington's eye, "to sound that smug -- " He pauses to shudder as Norrington's thumb brushes over the head of his prick in a particularly nice way. "-- at a time like this."

He drops his head back down to Norrington's shoulder, pushing the full brunt of his weight against him so he needn't worry about his kness buckling. He's so, so close now. Just a little more of that, some nice friction in all the right places, can't even think about what it was like to have Norrington's prick in his mouth because then he might -- He might --

Jack sucks in one sharp breath, a sickening sensation coiling low in his belly when he remembers what it felt like to have his lips stretched and Norrington hot and hard inside his mouth, and then comes abruptly. He catches a piece of fabric at Norrington's side in his fist, anchoring himself upright, and then sags boneless against Norrington.

"God," he says and swallows thickly.