[There's the sharp snap of teeth as her grip cinches around him where his own strength starts to slip - as she lets out a laugh that's cut almost immediately short by a strangled gasp - her own focus too far gone to keep from going well under the current along with him. And she's not quiet-- sees no reason to be when it's her space as much as his own (still wouldn't even if that wasn't the case)-- arching up against him where friction drives involuntary response, sharp angles and even sharper breaths and violent shudders for as long as Jack can manage to keep himself in motion.
no subject
Fucking hell.]