☞ he had green eyes

[stomped]

who jack + isaac
what see profile picture tbh
rating idk r
warnings too much "isaac can u not"

[ Normally, Isaac is one to be sensible. He's a man who works with possibles and impossibles on a daily basis, or rather, used to he supposes. Maybe it's the way that Jack comes out of the bedroom, showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a thin shirt. He can see the way his gait lies, hardly stilted, firm.

In his hand he has a sweater, the one that Isaac finds himself always particularly liking the way it lays against his chest. It's not exactly fitted, nor is it too loose.

So he gets up from the couch where he's been sitting idly petting Cassie, moving forward just as Jack is starting to pull the thing over his head and kind of.

Ducking under...

Getting in the way of...

Jack pulling it down.

The things that Isaac finds himself doing for kisses is remarkable. ]

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[unkindly]

[He notices Isaac moving out of the corner of his eye, but it doesn't concern him so much...

...right until Isaac is... under his sweater with him?

What?]

...Isaac.

[stomped]

[ Sorry not sorry. ]

Hi.

[ And wow our faces are incredibly close. ]

[unkindly]

[Yeah they're really close and Jack's arms are stuck above him and he's having trouble moving.]

Isaac you're stretching my sweater.

[What are you doing.]

[stomped]

[ Oh please, it's just one sweater, it's not even the one that your mother knit you--he wouldn't be that rude.

Anyways, he might just be.

Kissing you now.

Very softly. ]

[unkindly]

[Oh.

Well that's.

That's nice. Really nice.

Jack will just. Kiss back. Because that's too nice to resist.]

[stomped]

[ See? You can totally forget about him stretching your sweater because he's just sliding his hands along Jack's hips now and might be pulling them closer together now. ]

[unkindly]

[Damn he wishes he could move his arms right now. Yes, he will just go ahead and forget about the sweater stretching and just... maybe push into the kiss a little since he can't do anything with his arms.]

[stomped]

[ Isaac smiles just a bit into the kiss, a touch of teeth, a little tongue as he kisses him deeper this time because truly, he means it. He isn't so sure what makes him feel the need to do this sometimes, to punctuate how he feels. That very soft I love you he murmurs against Jack's mouth as he swipes his tongue gently over his lower lip and nips. ]

[unkindly]

[Jack laughs a little at that, for no real reason except he's glad Isaac's here and being silly. It's warm and comfortable and he doesn't even care whether his sweater's being stretched or not as he manages to rest his elbows on Isaac's shoulders and sort of hug his head as he catches Isaac's upper lip in his teeth in return.]