"It's not that everyone treats me like garbage." Jack sighed. "They come to me and pay for what they want. My job is to provide that to them, even when they do treat me like a person."
Jack was suddenly nervous and part of him wanted to leave. In some ways, being asked these things and treated this way was more uncomfortable than being roughed up. He looks down at where Hunter is touching him and shrugs again.
"What do you like in bed?" He realizes acutely in the moment that he is more comfortable providing what Hunter wants rather than trying to think about what he likes. He doesn't know the answer to that question, no really.
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on 2021-03-11 04:11 pm (UTC)Jack was suddenly nervous and part of him wanted to leave. In some ways, being asked these things and treated this way was more uncomfortable than being roughed up. He looks down at where Hunter is touching him and shrugs again.
"What do you like in bed?" He realizes acutely in the moment that he is more comfortable providing what Hunter wants rather than trying to think about what he likes. He doesn't know the answer to that question, no really.