And My Heart Leaped To The Rapture Of Living

"Yeh, boyo, tha's right. Jus' like that," Atlas murmured into his ear before pushing that calloused finger into the younger man's hot, tight opening. He felt Jack's body tighten reflexively around him and stopped stroking him for a moment, to give him a chance to adjust and relax. "Easy now, boyo. Jus' relax."

Jack nodded a little more fervently. He made a small mewling noise and wriggled his hips slightly, trying to make it more comfortable.

Encouraged, Atlas slid the finger in further, rubbing the tight, hot walls of Jack cavity obscenely. He wriggled the digit around, loosening the tense flesh and stimulating it at the same time.

Jack made small noises of pleasure, still gripping Atlas's shirt with his good hand as he threw his head back with a slightly louder moan. "Ah-Atlas!" He panted. "Atlas!"

"Mmmm yes, boyo," Atlas murmured. "Tha's right. It feels good, dunnit? Ye want more boyo?" Without waiting for a response to his question, Atlas deftly slid a second finger into Jack's body. He was still for just a moment to let Jack get used to the increased size, then started moving the two digits quickly.

Jack arched hard, his lips parting in a loud cry that would have drawn the attention of splicers anywhere else in rapture. His erection was leaking sticky precum from the tip and his ass was hot and tight around Atlas's fingers.

"Oh, boyo, if ye think that's good..." he said, scissoring his fingers. "Just wait until we get ta the real good part, Jackie boy." He teased and stretched Jack's hot, tight, moist asshole for a few moments longer before abruptly removing his fingers. He let the boy hang for a moment, waiting to hear the little 'why'd you stop?' whine that he knew was coming.

Jack didn't whine. Instead there was a little whimper at the loss of stimulation. He looked up at Atlas with half-lidded, glassy eyes, flushed cheeks and ragged breath.

Atlas felt his cock throb with desire at the expression on Jack's face and he lot the self control necessary to tease the man any longer. He pressed the head of his cock against Jack's opening and pushed himself in, slowly and carefully, trying not to cause his Jackie-boy any unnecessary pain.

Jack's eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched with a hiss of pain. But, most importantly, he let out a long, needy moan and bucked his hips.

Atlas was slow and careful until Jack's body became acquainted well enough with the intrusion that the movement became easy. With the man loosened, he immediately changed up his pace, thrusting hard and fast and deep.

Jack held on to Atlas tightly with his good hand and as well as he could with his injured one. He moaned and panted Atlas's name like a mantra, begging for more.

Atlas pulled Jack's hips up and pushed one of the boy's knees up to his chest, giving himself a better angle; with the position change he was able to thrust even deeper, using his weight as leverage.

"Ahahhhhhhhhhhh FUCK!" Jack cried at the new stimulation. He threw his head back and had to grip the sheets instead, having lost the needed purchase on Atlas with this new positioning.