words fall from my mouth like plates from shaking hands

[unkindly]

[ He stands by the window, staring out at the city. There are no lights on in the room. He likes the dark. The only source of light is the tiny ember glowing at the tip of his cigarette, and it glows just enough to cast a shadow on his face, defined and enhanced by the light from the city outside.

He is shirtless, having draped his coat and shirt and tie unceremoniously over a chair earlier. It's hot. Not too hot, but just hot enough to be more comfortable without.

Tattoos snake up his back and arms, across his shoulders and up his neck, barely visible in the gleam from the city. They chain him to the city, mark him as a creature of it, born from it, made for it, one with it.

He exhales a stream of smoke and it hovers around his face before dissipating into the air. ]

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[stomped]

[ there's a choked sound that isaac makes when their mouths kiss in a far less formal fashion, missing and kissing jaws and chins instead. teeth collide and he gives a laugh when jack's impatience shows through.

their motions are rough, but like clockwork, easy to follow. he digs his fingers into jack's skin where he can, leaning up to press his teeth into his skin, the juncture of his throat and shoulder. it's a slow bite, meant to bruise. give and take. ]

[unkindly]

[The bite causes him moan, a deep-throated growl of a sound. His patience is wearing thinner, to the point where his hand leaves off of Isaac's cock so he can pull the man's hips up a little higher. The other hand reaches between Isaac's legs to fondle his ass, then slide between the cheeks to trace circles around his hole.]