[ he can feel the way that jack is getting close from how he weakly tightens around him, but by no means does jack go down without the proverbial fight. isaac will carry his bruises proudly, the nail marks digging into his back, the sweet ache of jack's knees digging into his sides and the little sweet cut on his lip that bleeds perfection.
in the end of it, it is isaac that comes first, but not without his hand on jack's cock, pinning him harder to the cold tile. he feels it in the tightening heat of his belly, how he jerks a little and feels it rush out of him like a breath, wet and cloying.
his hips snap up for good measure, once, twice, again and again, before slowing down, easing but never making it easy. ]
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in the end of it, it is isaac that comes first, but not without his hand on jack's cock, pinning him harder to the cold tile. he feels it in the tightening heat of his belly, how he jerks a little and feels it rush out of him like a breath, wet and cloying.
his hips snap up for good measure, once, twice, again and again, before slowing down, easing but never making it easy. ]