[Jack's expression twists into a scowl when the fox's sharp little teeth dig into the soft flesh of his earlobe, not enough to draw blood, but enough to feel the sting of it. Meanwhile the nug is eating up all of Johnny's affection, looking right at home in his arm and not the least bit concerned with revealing its soft and vulnerable stomach to him.
Speaking of stomachs.
Jack's expression changes when Johnny pulls the front of his shirt up. A quick and almost startled glance before he looks up at his eyes, silently wondering what game he's playing at here. But then Jack looks at those muscles again, taking his time as he drags his gaze up, taking in every line, every cut of his body.
He steps forward, a little smile on his lips as his hand follows the path that his eyes just took. Up that firm stomach, between his pecks before rubbing across one. He's no stranger to another man's body, it's there in his touch. Jack leans in, head tilting gently as he whispers against Johnny's lips.]
Take your animal back. I like being the one that bites.
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Speaking of stomachs.
Jack's expression changes when Johnny pulls the front of his shirt up. A quick and almost startled glance before he looks up at his eyes, silently wondering what game he's playing at here. But then Jack looks at those muscles again, taking his time as he drags his gaze up, taking in every line, every cut of his body.
He steps forward, a little smile on his lips as his hand follows the path that his eyes just took. Up that firm stomach, between his pecks before rubbing across one. He's no stranger to another man's body, it's there in his touch. Jack leans in, head tilting gently as he whispers against Johnny's lips.]
Take your animal back. I like being the one that bites.