He knows. He wraps his mouth around his big toe and traces it with his tongue before coming up and crawling onto the bed again. "Rufus," he kissed him just above his temple, "I think that," and then beside his nose, "I've never felt," to the left of his chin, "this happy," his neck, "ever before," and finally his collar bone.
Jack's hands are working at the clasps of his lover's cloak, pants, and blouse, sliding underneath the folds of fabric expertly seeking them out.
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Date: 2010-10-17 08:05 pm (UTC)Jack's hands are working at the clasps of his lover's cloak, pants, and blouse, sliding underneath the folds of fabric expertly seeking them out.