[ isaac feels the callused pads of his fingers, oddly different from the sort of charged energy he can typically feel on jack's hands. there's a give the plasmids let off, a sort of vibe that isaac can normally feel whether it's a brush of skin or a finger on his cheek. he smiles and leans in, presses his mouth to jack's all at once. it's hungry and happy--damn near ecstatic like he's overflowing, running over and spilling onto the floor.
his finger's finger purchase in jack's shirt, fisting in the material as he kisses him to bruise. ]
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his finger's finger purchase in jack's shirt, fisting in the material as he kisses him to bruise. ]