[ Isaac chuckles a bit as he feels his hand skim along his stomach, but as he moves downwards his throat lets out a soft noise, need welling in the very pit of him. He'd glance down, but his mouth is far too occupied, brain clouded with the slow onset of arousal. It fuels him, the heat pressing out from under his skin, making each kiss that much fiercer than the last.
Jack's hand is so close, almost too close and his hips give a bit of an uncontrolled jerk forward. He trusts him, oh god he trusts him. To be this close? Hell, it's good. Emotionally stretched forward, physically sharing their space. It's an overwhelming, clamorous, glorious feeling. ]
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Jack's hand is so close, almost too close and his hips give a bit of an uncontrolled jerk forward. He trusts him, oh god he trusts him. To be this close? Hell, it's good. Emotionally stretched forward, physically sharing their space. It's an overwhelming, clamorous, glorious feeling. ]