[ The hand on his chest brings him to pull away just slightly, eyes finding Jack's promptly. They've been around one another long enough that Isaac can tell the slightest bit of hesitation. His fingers give pause, lingering, resting against his skin. His eyes never leave his, searching them as he finds the front of his belt and slowly pulls it free from the clasp.
With a small motion, he presses their foreheads together slightly.
This is alright? It isn't said, but it is meant, the way his fingers splay up his stomach slightly. ]
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With a small motion, he presses their foreheads together slightly.
This is alright? It isn't said, but it is meant, the way his fingers splay up his stomach slightly. ]