orifice | ☞ oh and the morning on your skin and the loved up light.

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☞ oh and the morning on your skin and the loved up light.

who jack + isaac
what kawaii things like love
rating pg-13......... more maybe..... r? probably. idk.
warnings squooshy feels.

[ The morning is a dull thud of heat against his eyelids. These days he sleeps dreamlessly, and when he does dream it is in soft colors and better things. Sleeping next to someone is an odd affair, an idea he ponders now and then as he he lays there in the slow haze of the morning light. He twists a bit, can feel the heat that is now familiar against his skin as his legs brushes another. The sheets shift downwards, slink a bit over his shoulders so that the warm light spreads over his skin. Normally, he wouldn't stir too easily, but the weight of Jack's head on his chest is lacking and he frowns. He always does, always feel the pull of the muscles in his face at the unfamiliarity of it all.

Unfamiliar is bad and... and this has become too familiar.

Isaac rolls over slightly, reaches a hand out expecting emptiness, a slightly still-warm side of the bed with a dent in the mattress, but instead he just encounters something odd and hard. It rustles, and there's some slight protest as he pats it just slightly.

That's not Jack... so he calls for him as he always does. It can't hurt. It never hurts. Eyes still closed, he groans. ]

Jack--

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[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.]

[ The hand against his neck would normally give him cause to jump. It's a place he doesn't exactly want touched by anyone... but the hand doesn't feel threatening, it's soft, a warm weight. It's a killing hand sometimes, he knows this, but they've got hands that do other things too. They don't just kill, they touch and they tease now and then, and sometimes they just hold and that's alright too because it all creates an overwhelming escalation of feeling. The words linger on his lips, but most of the time, especially now, he's afraid to say them.

They seem odd and old and rusted. ]

[For Jack the words are new, unspoken, unheard. He hasn't even latched on to them yet, as words that describe what he's feeling. He can almost name all of the little emotions, the trust, the comfort, the need, the want, but what it is they all combine to make is a word that's itching at his brain, begging to be said and felt, but he doesn't quite have his finger on it, not yet.

Don't think about it.

Just don't.

Think about it.

He exhales, his forehead and nose touching Isaac's, his eyes closed, breath and skin and space shared, and he wants to say something but he doesn't know what it is.]

I love you.

[.....oh.

That was it.

And suddenly it's like all the pieces are falling into place and everything makes sense and for a moment it's overwhelming him but then a cold dart of doubt invades and he opens his eyes, looking at Isaac (so close), unsure.

That... wasn't the wrong thing to say, was it?]

[ Isaac pauses a bit, finds everything inside of him grinding to a halt and he looks at Jack, looks at him long and hard from the short distance between them. His chest is tight and god his fingers press into his skin lightly, as if feeling for something, anything.

I love you.

Holy shit.

Isaac sits in this long silence for a while, the sound of blood in his ears heavy and pounding before his tongue moves to wet his lips just slightly and he presses his forehead just slightly against Jack's. It's a quiet affirmation before he speaks. ]

Awful big words.

[ Not bad ones, though. ]

[The silence is not incredibly reassuring, and Isaac's response isn't either. Jack breathes deeply, feeling the urge to panic rising, but he keeps his breaths slow and calm.]

...are they?

[He didn't even know the magnitude of them until he said them. Big words? They must be, if no one had ever spoken them to him before. Of course, why should they, when he was... what he was.

But these words... they mean a lot, don't they, and it means a lot to Jack to know what Isaac really thinks of him saying them. He wants to hold his breath waiting for a proper response, pause everything until he can know what Isaac really thinks.]

Pretty big.

[ But he's not moving away, hand still resting against Jack's back, face still close. He searches Jack's eyes briefly, sees that slight flash of panic, feels it in his pulse and smiles. It's an earnest smile, as his hand shifts up now, moves along the line of his spine slowly.

He halts eventually.

Lets out a breath.

A quiet smile. ]

I...

[ A soft kiss. ]

Love you too.

[An overwhelming sense of relief floods through Jack, and a smile spreads across his face.

That's... that's good. That's... great.

He kisses Isaac again, a bit more fiercely this time, fueled by his relief and... all right, his giddiness.

He loves Isaac, and Isaac loves him. It sound stupid when he puts it into words in his head but it makes him ridiculously happy.

And it's all going into this kiss right now.]

[ 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. ]

[He feels like he's absolutely bursting right now, like he can't contain himself and everything he's feeling. His hand clutches at Isaac, and the other one comes up to join it...

...except it's still holding the book, which proceeds to smack the both of them in the face.

Not hard, but... it's enough.]

...dammit, sorry.

[ It startles Isaac just a bit and he pulls back just slightly in surprise, glancing at the book.

With a slight chuckle, he lifts a hand and moves to take the book from him slowly, moving back in again. ]

... s'fine. Didn't hurt.

[ Just a tiny bit of shock, a little sting, nothing bad. ]

[Jack lets him take the book, still a bit startled out of it, mildly on edge, but as Isaac moves in again he calms right down.]

Okay.

[He brings his face to Isaac's again, kissing him more gently this time, but still fervently.]

[ Isaac chuckles warmly into the kiss, hefting the weight of the book in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. It lands on the floor with a large thud and maybe he feels a little bad, but this is much better than any book. ]

[Well, he didn't care that much about the book anyway. He'll get it later. He does grin though. It's pretty funny, but right now he's got other things to concentrate on.

Kissing, for example. Yes.]

[ 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. ]

[His heart is racing, and Isaac is whispering into his skin, and Jack wraps his arms around him, sliding one hand into Isaac's hair as the other travels down his back, wondering how it's even possible to feel this happy, this complete.

He whispers it back into Isaac's ear, his lips brushing the earlobe and he can't really stop smiling even if he wanted to.]

[ He arches a bit when fingers trace along his RIG, smiles. Jack's lips against his ear make him laugh softly. Every kiss only sends him reeling, hands unsure of where to go but knowing that it doesn't matter. They touch and brush, settle against Jack's shoulders and slide slightly down his ribs, just to stay there, thumbs stroking slightly. ]

[It doesn't matter. All that matters is that they're here together, they love each other (they love each other), and... no, that's it really.

Jack kisses Isaac on his earlobe, then next to it, then wherever he can reach, hand knotting in his hair and never wanting to stop.]

[ Oh wow, okay he can do that. He can keep doing that. Isaac tips his head back, his fingers rubbing slow circles into Jack's shoulders and up against the nape of his neck. ]

[When Isaac tips his head back Jack just starts kissing his jawline, his neck, sighing a little in between at the circles on his back.]

[ A noise works its way out of Isaac's throat, something low and soft, a little vulnerable with his head tipped back. It's trust with something so fragile and soft, thin skin at his throat. ]

[Jack knows how vulnerable it is, how much a sign of trust it is that Isaac can do this with him. Jack kisses softly at first, but then he opens his mouth, sucking slightly, pressing his tongue to the soft skin of Isaac's neck.]

[ He sucks in a breath quickly at the feeling of it, fingers pressing in a bit harder against Jack's skin, digging just a bit into muscle, continuing that slow circular motion as he mutters his name. ]

[There's a small growl in response, deep from Jack's throat even as he continues at Isaac's neck, gently biting for a moment as he arches into him at the feeling of Isaac's fingers gripping him so tightly.]

[ Groaning a bit more, he lets his fingers slide upwards, move into Jack's hair to slide through the strands, wrap them around his fingers just slightly. ]

[Jack's own fingers curl on Isaac's back as he bites again, a little bit harder, encouraged by the response he's getting.]

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