[ He is awash with a feeling that mingles in his mouth like a sigh of relief. The slight tug at his hair, the press back against his lips, warm, makes him chuckle a bit behind his mouth, reluctant to pull back but, able to all the same. His fingers find his sweater and tighten in the threads softly. Nearby, his mouth twitches into a smile and his eyes flicker from Jack's, to his mouth, to his throat and back before he leans in and kisses him again, soft and fleeting, a punctuation to a long sentence. ]
I...
[ Isaac doesn't finish his sentence. I like you. I like you a lot. I might even love you. There are so many things I want to do with you.
He tugs softly at the sweater, pulling him further into the apartment. This is your home. Don't act like a stranger. Don't step lightly. He kisses him again the further they go inside of the room, guiding him step by step. This is where you can lay down your head, where you can rest. Instead of speaking at all, he just smiles, keeps his hand clutched firm over the fabric against his heart. ]
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I...
[ Isaac doesn't finish his sentence. I like you. I like you a lot. I might even love you. There are so many things I want to do with you.
He tugs softly at the sweater, pulling him further into the apartment. This is your home. Don't act like a stranger. Don't step lightly. He kisses him again the further they go inside of the room, guiding him step by step. This is where you can lay down your head, where you can rest. Instead of speaking at all, he just smiles, keeps his hand clutched firm over the fabric against his heart. ]