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[cicatrize]

you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.

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[cicatrize]

[ the second rafa’s fingers wrap firm and hard around his cock, jack’s breathing out a sweet groan against his lips, hips rolling up and into that touch. god, he’d needed this, to be able to tune out and just feel sensation rather that thought or emotion for a while.

But jack’s not about to just fuck rafa against the damn wall, least of all when he’s not sure if steve will reappear out of the other bedroom at any point in time. Wonderful as it feels to have him crowded up against and bare and stroking his dick, jack interrupts it just long enough to reach down, wrap his arms under rafa’s thighs, and hoist him up, to carry him through the living room and back to his bedroom.

Jack’s lips find rafa’s chest, and it’s a good thing he’s mostly memorized the layout of his place by and doesn’t run them into any walls. He licks and kisses along rafa’s skin, finds a nipple his tongue flicks across, and his licks seal around to suck out. Before he knows it, rafa will be dropped backwards to flop onto jack’s mattress, jack following quickly behind to retake his place against him. Albeit, with the metal chain and two flat tags hanging from his neck - his dogtags, that he never takes off, gravity dragging them cold up rafa’s sternum. Like a reflex, jack reaches a quick hand to grab them and toss the tags back over his shoulder, the necklace falling down his back instead and out of the way. ]

[mordacita]

[ They're moving before Rafa can really compute what's happening. He wouldn't have protested to being fucked against the wall, but he makes no protest to this either. His arms move around Jack's shoulders for balance, but he's easy to carry, his body small, lightweight and willing.

That doesn't mean he makes it easy. His lips are a constant distraction, kissing at Jack's neck. His teeth tug at his ear, and it's already an effort to keep them blunt. Then the bed is beneath him and Jack is crawling over him, looking at him with such clear hunger.

Rafa presses up against him. Eager hands push his trunks down, a process he finishes with his feet. That leaves his hands free to drag his nails up Jack's sides and roll their hips up together. His teeth nip at Jack's lips, until he moves down his chest and Rafa lets out an ever more desperate moan. His nipples harden under that warm tongue. and his head falls back, hair splaying over the sheet behind him. Maybe the bed is better after all. ]

Fuck, Jack. [ He mutters, dimly. He's barely even aware of speaking. ] Don't stop.