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

[stomped]

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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[ Isaac's hands are sliding down just against the small of Jack's lower back to rest as he presses kisses along his collarbone down his chest, eyes flicking up once to just check on him briefly. ]

[unkindly]

[When Isaac starts moving downward, Jack opens his eyes and looks down at him, relaxed, unconcerned, but definitely curious. A hand catches in his hair, scratching his head gently.]

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[ Isaac makes an approving sound at that before simply going back to tease a slow line down Jack's torso until he thumbs slightly at the rise in his hips. ]

[unkindly]

[If Jack's heart wasn't racing before, it is now as he watches Isaac move slowly, feels him create a trail down his stomach. His head falls back when Isaac reaches his hips, inhaling, exhaling, slow and deep.]

[stomped]

[ Isaac chuckles softly against Jack's skin, lets his fingers hook in his underwear and pulls them down, beginning to work his way further until his lips brush Jack's cock lightly. ]

[unkindly]

[Jack inhales sharply, warmth spreading down through his body and knotting in the pit of his stomach, his cock beginning to respond to Isaac's touch.]

Isaac...

[It's a soft, deep murmur.]

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[ He moves his fingers up to take Jack in hand, sliding the tip into his mouth, gradually taking in what he can. ]

[unkindly]

[Jack had not been expecting this when he woke up this morning, but then again, these kinds of things are rarely planned out between them.

Not that he minds.

God not that he minds at all.

Jack's hand grips in Isaac's hair, his eyes sliding shut at the slow, tantalizing feeling of Isaac gradually taking him in.]

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[ The weight in his mouth, the slight beat of his heart through the thin skin--it's always odd, but never particularly bad. He supports the base of him, stroking softly as he sucks. Getting a reaction out of Jack, even an unsteady breath, thrills him, eggs him on. ]

[unkindly]

[He groans from deep in his throat and Jack can't help but arch a little into Isaac, his legs shifting alongside him, running against Isaac's sides.]

[stomped]

[ The groan is more than enough to encourage him to be a bit more adventurous, keeping the steady pace he has up and down, up and down.

He takes a slight breath as he brings his head up from his cock, gently licks the tip, before going back down on him, eyes closed and taking just a bit more than before. ]

[unkindly]

Fuck...

[It's a soft, uncontrollable exclamation as his legs twitch and stretch, his hands dig into Isaac's head and back. He clutches, holding on to Isaac like he's a kind of anchor.]

[stomped]

[ This is--okay. No, it's good. The pressure against his head, digging into his back as well, the feeling of the skin of his leg against his shoulder.

His free hand moves, fingers gently against Jack's thigh as his head moves up and down, his own breaths coming hard now. ]

[unkindly]

[Jack can only press his head back into the bed and try not to jerk his hips upward right into Isaac's face, but he can't resist following Isaac's rhythm completely, moving in a sometimes syncopated pattern with Isaac. His breaths come ragged and sometimes scattered, gasping too frequently.]

[stomped]

[ Isaac is a bit surprised when Jack's hips start following his mouth, a little off tempo before finally catching it and bobbing his head.

He hums a bit around him in his mouth, sucking a touch harder, fingers digging into his leg. ]

[unkindly]

[He's getting close now, and it's getting harder not to press into Isaac. Jack has to force himself to keep his hips down, his legs from squeezing into Isaac's sides too hard, his fingers from digging in too deep. His whole body is tensing up with the effort of it, the anticipation.]

[stomped]

[ He didn't think he'd like this--this closing in, this tightness and pressure as he continues to suck, feels him close, balancing on the edge. It's fine, keep going, it doesn't hurt, just adds to it.

So he gives it his all, really, moves in time with his hips and waits for Jack to give, to collapse for him. He can taste it, slightly bitter, on the edge of his cock, pulls up in a gradual motion and strokes with a firm hand now. His mouth presses along the shaft, kisses along it until he reaches the base, hot breath against his skin. ]

[unkindly]

[There isn't any one thing in particular that sends him over the edge, it's the combination of all of it, of everything leading up to it and everything happening now.

He comes, the tension in his muscles tightening exquisitely, his fingers digging into Isaac, legs pressing into him, before relaxing slowly, falling back into the bed slowly, gently, in a daze.]

[stomped]

[ He feels him come before he sees it, the slick slide of his hand along his cock, feeling his release against his fingers, warm. Isaac strokes him out, slowing his pace, pulling what is worth out of him as he edges himself up beside him. His hand works while his lips playfully just kiss their way up his throat again.

He'll let Jack relax, feels how he calms in the haze of release as he now nuzzles his throat just a bit. ]

Hey...

[unkindly]

[Jack hardly even notices when Isaac moves up to join him, but when he nuzzles into Jack's throat he blinks slowly, turning his head to look at him.]

...hey.

[It's languid and almost slurred.]

That was...

[He can't even find words right now.]

[stomped]

[ Isaac just slows his hand to a stop, just one finger slowly stroking down the underside of him. His cheek is pressed against Jack's pulse, the smell of him overwhelming, familiar, comforting as he pulls closer. ]

Take your time.

[ He laughs, lightly, not a care. ]

[unkindly]

[It's quite possible he's never felt this happy, this content, ever before in his life. His hands and arms move to circle around Isaac, hugging his shoulders and burying his face into Isaac's hair.

He doesn't know how to finish that sentence so he switches to another one.]

I love you.

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[ He likes that, the feeling of him around him, warmed.

He casually wipes his hand a bit on the sheets. They'll have to change them later anyways........... ]

Love you too...

[unkindly]

[He sighs, a deep, contented exhale that ruffles Isaac's hair.]

Thank you.

[stomped]

[ He chuckles this time, whiskey dark, lips soft on his neck now. ]

What's that mean?