His work finished, Barma needs only to slide his clothes off, but Jack leaves them, hoping to watch it happen naturally. He'd love to see Barma's shoulder be bared just slightly as he turns, or his shirt fall open as he twists.
Jack wasn't meaning to feel anxious, though he knew that he was. Still, the blonde wanted this to be a slow process, to be completely taken in once again by Rufus to be kept forever. He was sure now more than ever. He felt as though fate could have sent him no greater trial, that there was nothing left to do to prove to Rufus, and to himself, that he could love someone just as deeply if not more than he had loved Glen.
He made a mental note to apologize to Jill, to tel him that he had been wrong.
Jack pressed his lips to Barma's neck, and decided to play close attention there, performing his usual courtesies, though this time with a far more gentle air as though he were enchanted.
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Date: 2010-10-17 08:51 pm (UTC)Jack wasn't meaning to feel anxious, though he knew that he was. Still, the blonde wanted this to be a slow process, to be completely taken in once again by Rufus to be kept forever. He was sure now more than ever. He felt as though fate could have sent him no greater trial, that there was nothing left to do to prove to Rufus, and to himself, that he could love someone just as deeply if not more than he had loved Glen.
He made a mental note to apologize to Jill, to tel him that he had been wrong.
Jack pressed his lips to Barma's neck, and decided to play close attention there, performing his usual courtesies, though this time with a far more gentle air as though he were enchanted.