Jack let go of his wrist only to slide his palm against Danny's and lace their fingers together. Then he moved lower, kissing his way down. He nuzzled Danny's cock and left another love bite on his hip for Hex to find.

"Mmm, thick. Perfect," he remarked, then closed his mouth around Danny.

He'd had many, many years of practice and a near infinite amount of lovers. No one in the universe gave head like Jack. And he knew he was good. He had no shame in moaning around his mouthful to let Danny know how pleased he was.