puckandpie: (sheepish)
Eric Bittle ([personal profile] puckandpie) wrote 2016-06-23 06:23 am (UTC)

It still amazes me that Jack of all people can look at me the way he does, his eyes all dark when he pulls my shirt off, like he's fit to devour me.

I don't think I've ever wanted anything more.

"You're the reason for the celebration though," I point out, breath hitching again when he tilts his hips upward just a little and I feel him against me. "You should get to choose." He's already at least half-hard and I'm nearly there myself. I can't stop myself from touching him, tracing along the inside of his waistband, relishing every cut of muscle and pausing right at the trail of hair below his belly-button. "But I might put in a small request all the same," I confess, hiding a smirk as I look down between us to work at the tie of Jack's pants, tugging it free.

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