[. . .] closed starter for @sinfulnesxx2 ( insp. by 1 / 2 / 3 )
“hey, son.” jack lets himself into the boy's bedroom, and discreetly makes sure to lock the door behind him. his tone is stern and put-together, so unlike the wild desires in his mind and the rapid beating of his heart. “wanted to get a word with you, if that's okay.” he sits by the young boy, dark eyes taking in the sight. simon's beautiful, just like his mother; jack should've known he'd turned out a faggot.
the door is locked. they're alone in the house, and will be for at least 30 minutes. jack can do 30 minutes. he's been wanting this for so long, he'd make do with 10. “i can't tell you how glad i am that you decided to tell us that you're gay, kid.” he starts, locking eyes with the boy. “really. you have no idea how glad i am.” he rests his hand on the other's thigh. for him, the gesture is anything but fatherly. wolf's claw on lamb's skin. anticipation is heavy on his lungs; jack can feel himself getting harder under his sweatpants. “but, well, now, it's important you learn some things.” jack can feel himself getting harder. he's ready to pin the other down, if he has to. “tell me, son, has anyone — any men — ever taught you how to be a good faggot?”










