[ When Jack attempts to help, Isaac laughs, brushing his fingers with his own before shooing them away to get at the buttons himself. He pulls free of the shirt quickly in a series of twisting motions, tossing it to land on the floor. He's desperate at this point, settling his hands on Jack's hips and pressing them close together, feeling skin against skin in a way that is nearly electrifying.
But he has to part to ask quietly between breaths: ] You alright?
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But he has to part to ask quietly between breaths: ] You alright?
[ You did just walk in the door... ]