☞ 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 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.]

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[ 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.

[stomped]

[ 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.

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

What's that mean?

[unkindly]

[Jack shrugs slightly, a lazy movement.]

Means thanks for what you did just now.

[He kisses the top of Isaac's head softly.]

And thanks for loving me back.

[stomped]

[ He runs his (mostly) clean hand up Jack's hip, lets it linger against his side as he settles a bit more.

The kiss against his temples brings him to close his eyes a bit, pressing closer if at all possible. ]

That sort of thing doesn't need a thanks.

[unkindly]

No one else ever said it to me before.

[It's partly by way of explanation, partly a thought he needed to sound aloud, but he falls quiet after he says it, breathing into Isaac's hair, feeling his warmth and his scent and his weight.]

[stomped]

Then they're missing out.

[ So he'll just shift a leg a bit over one of Jack's. ]

[unkindly]

[Jack smiles a little, resting his head on Isaac's, completely comfortable and relaxed.]

Guess so.

[stomped]

[ Oh it's nice like this, pressed close in the warmth with hands on each other and the prospect of goddamn intangible love.

He only hums, a soft rumble in his throat. ]