Anael

Anael's smile widened briefly, before Jack was kissing him again and he pulled it back in, leaving his lips free to return the kiss, tongue darting out to meet Jack's in languid strokes. It was rare to find a man quite so willing to indulge in snogging for so long, but Jack wasn't any man, now, was he. Anael had always thought that there was an age in his eyes belied by the rest of his appearance. Whatever his story was, Anael was glad for this, reveling in the moment. He rolled his hips with a laziness that matched the kiss, offering them both unhurried stimulation, as his hands swept down the expanse ofJack's back, palmed his arse, moved back his arms, simply enjoying the feeling of Jack's now warm body against his.