[ All the kissing. Yes. Good. Isaac's hands return to him, move along warm, beating skin as they press close under the sheets. He moves closer to him so that their bodies, already close, press flush skin on skin and maybe his lips move to trail along the line of Jack's jaw.
And maybe he'll say it again right into his skin, into the thrumming beat of his pulse at his throat. ]
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And maybe he'll say it again right into his skin, into the thrumming beat of his pulse at his throat. ]