Date: 2016-10-13 08:24 am (UTC)
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"Your skin. Your mouth," Jack answered, pulling Anael down to lay all atangle with him. Hands skimmed over skin, mapping every inch he could reach. And Jack kissed him, lazy and slow, learning the taste of him and reveling in the peace rather than any frantic rush.

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