[Reaper knew that as much as Jack claimed to be dead that such a statement wasn't true. The Strike Commander was still in there but modified, evolved and discarding the need to please to keep the peace and funding. This was raw Jack Morrison again, all heart and determination as he had seen way back when he had first encountered the bean pole of a man almost four decades ago.
He rumbled in his throat when 76 made the smooth shift with a swing of a leg and hands assisting to settle into his lap. His arm withdrew from around the younger man so he could instead drag his nails down Jack's front, over those ridges of hard muscle and caressing old scars.
His head tipped in a show of trust and affection to allow 76's mouth at his neck, shoulders and jaw. His eyes fluttered half-closed, and his interest was stirring between them.]
Bet I can get you squealing this time. That would be sweet.
[He smirked and gave Jack's ass a playful slap with his free hand before gripping the younger man's hip to pull 76 in closer to him so their chests pressed together.]
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He rumbled in his throat when 76 made the smooth shift with a swing of a leg and hands assisting to settle into his lap. His arm withdrew from around the younger man so he could instead drag his nails down Jack's front, over those ridges of hard muscle and caressing old scars.
His head tipped in a show of trust and affection to allow 76's mouth at his neck, shoulders and jaw. His eyes fluttered half-closed, and his interest was stirring between them.]
Bet I can get you squealing this time. That would be sweet.
[He smirked and gave Jack's ass a playful slap with his free hand before gripping the younger man's hip to pull 76 in closer to him so their chests pressed together.]