"I hope I can keep living up to that," he murmurs as he nuzzles in close, like he might hide under Jack. He holds those words close inside him, a little light in the darkness.
"We should like... shower. Or something. Before my thighs end up glued together."
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Date: 2018-04-11 08:53 pm (UTC)"We should like... shower. Or something. Before my thighs end up glued together."