[Write him many letters— putting his insatiable thoughts to paper is the only way to get him to hush out loud for more than a few minutes. It's a great plan; luckily kissing is an equally good distraction right this second, as is the very compelling draw of a snug undershirt. He fumbles blindly for the hem of it, pushing the material up with one hand and sliding eager fingers over bare skin with the other.
So, another great idea, and he hums against Jackie's mouth with satisfaction for both sets of hands roaming around here; his own shirt is loose almost to the point of excess, easy to get a feel up under. His gem is under there, too, a palm-sized emerald that sits just above his hip.
Back, then, to talking about letters— no, no. Constantin deepens the kiss, and while everything is warm hands and the buzz of liquor and the lingering taste of wine, indulging in this a while longer is more than alright.]
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So, another great idea, and he hums against Jackie's mouth with satisfaction for both sets of hands roaming around here; his own shirt is loose almost to the point of excess, easy to get a feel up under. His gem is under there, too, a palm-sized emerald that sits just above his hip.
Back, then, to talking about letters— no, no. Constantin deepens the kiss, and while everything is warm hands and the buzz of liquor and the lingering taste of wine, indulging in this a while longer is more than alright.]