[Jack's not sure where it starts, or when it started, only that it exists and has for a little while now. Maybe longer. He doesn't know. He's not certain he needs to know. All he needs is right in front of him, pulling him closer as they kiss softly, gently, his hand on Isaac's neck and jaw, caressing, focusing on the feeling of it all, the skin beneath his fingers and his lips, the body next to his, the emotion tight in his chest.]
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