Honestly, it was amazing how eager his godling was, it seemed almost to baffle the good doctor at times. He wasn't an idiot, he knew how he presented himself, how he was when he quenched his addictions and fell into a world of haze. He was belligerent and wild and obsessive, not a man you wanted to mess with and all of the splicers knew it. He was important and he was mad and he was lost; why then did this boy seem to drink in every touch?
But Jack was leaning into everything he gave and Steinman was not going to deny him.
"Mmm. Needy little godling. Very well then, I will pay you tribute," he purred as he grabbed the other's hips, rolling his own and pressing himself inside, insistent. Jack was tight again, definitely not used to this still and since there had been time between now and their last coupling, his muscles had restored their tension. "D-damnit," he hissed, invading Jack inch by slow inch, growling and now able to sink his teeth into supple flesh, marking his back as he wished, the teasing of scars only adding to the feeling.
He let himself enjoy the moment he was completely buried to the hilt, pausing for a moment and panting against Jack's ear, his breath surprisingly sweet, smelling of wine that he had tasted just prior. He began to move then, his body staying aligned with Jack, pressing him down against the mattress with the boy's arms still bound. He would have to bear this without any way to fight him, the doctor lording over Aphrodite's vessel. Goddess, if only his seed could to to the man what he could have to a woman... their offspring would likely have become the perfect embodiments of beauty and divinity...!
The thought only drove him to work harder, his nails gripping hard into the other's hips as he continued to slowly speed up his pacing. "I want all of Rapture to hear you, my godling. You are mine, do you hear me? All mine."
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