[ It's a fearsome press of lips on lips, nearly bruising because Isaac puts as much force behind it as he feels welling in his chest, pressing upwards. His hands move, fingers finding their way into Jack's hair as he kisses him back.
It doesn't even begin to cover how he feels, his heart hammering against his chest. ]
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It doesn't even begin to cover how he feels, his heart hammering against his chest. ]