[ Isaac's mouth is on his, fingers moving up to hold his face close for a brief moment. He slides them down his neck and shoulders, digs his fingers into the skin.
Nothing they ever do is gentle, maybe another place, another time, they might have been, but here, ferocity and crudeness and cigarette smoke get you places. ]
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Nothing they ever do is gentle, maybe another place, another time, they might have been, but here, ferocity and crudeness and cigarette smoke get you places. ]