[ Isaac's heart pounds wildly, the thrill of fingers almost bruising against his jaw, his lips raw. They fumble in the general direction of the bed, Isaac half-dragging and Jack half-pulling by their belts and the waistbands.
He's pulling Jack's belt free already between kisses, fingers deftly working them through the loops and undoing the clasp to shove them down his hips frantically. It's a give and take, one that hinges off of skin and a hot gun. Jack has grown ambitious. With every blow to his head, every subtle manipulation of his mind, he grows more and more furious, aiming to get out of his cage, aiming to be owned by no one.
Isaac supposes that is what he likes best about him.
Jack strives to become his own man and will become it. Isaac himself will see to it, presses it into a kiss, that quiet promise, makes it bruising. ]
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He's pulling Jack's belt free already between kisses, fingers deftly working them through the loops and undoing the clasp to shove them down his hips frantically. It's a give and take, one that hinges off of skin and a hot gun. Jack has grown ambitious. With every blow to his head, every subtle manipulation of his mind, he grows more and more furious, aiming to get out of his cage, aiming to be owned by no one.
Isaac supposes that is what he likes best about him.
Jack strives to become his own man and will become it. Isaac himself will see to it, presses it into a kiss, that quiet promise, makes it bruising. ]