He won't. Jack moves his fingers through Barma's short hair until it pools around his head on the sheets like a bloody halo. He takes a piece of flesh in his teeth and tickles it with his tongue only to nibble and kiss the same spot afterwards. With the clasps undone it is easy to slide the fabric of Barma's clothes aside enough to bare Barma's shoulder, which Jack nuzzles with his nose before kissing it sweetly, his hands traveling under clothes again to mark designs on Barma's chest.
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Date: 2010-10-17 10:54 pm (UTC)