"Oh, God...Greg," he rasped, his voice tight and low. Every breath came faster and faster, his fingers tightening and releasing. Jack had given up trying to control himself with Greg. He was so close, that slow burn rising in his groin, the unravelling sensation spiraling low in his gut.
"So...God, close," he whispered, his legs starting to shake.
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Date: 2008-04-21 04:29 am (UTC)"So...God, close," he whispered, his legs starting to shake.