[The gun oil was over on his work table, with the rest of the tools used whenever he went to working on his shotguns.
Lips still pressed against Jack's forehead, hand moving to rest against the back of his neck. A noise muffled against skin, but his hips were rolling slowly. Breathing slowly as the corner of his mouth twitched. More than a mission now, huh?]
Still good about this?
[Even if it was Gabriel offering his ass up rather than the other way around. Christ.]
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[The gun oil was over on his work table, with the rest of the tools used whenever he went to working on his shotguns.
Lips still pressed against Jack's forehead, hand moving to rest against the back of his neck. A noise muffled against skin, but his hips were rolling slowly. Breathing slowly as the corner of his mouth twitched. More than a mission now, huh?]
Still good about this?
[Even if it was Gabriel offering his ass up rather than the other way around. Christ.]