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[While it was entirely unhealthy in any other situation, Jack was completely focused on Gabe, the feel of the older man under him, the motions that worked together and how the darkness enhanced the experience of feel only. He could hear, touch, taste and smell everything so much better, from the hitch of breathing to the taste of sweat.

He grunted softly in acknowledgement to the word, so close himself and trying to keep that last bit of control. He felt amazing, and a part of him didn't want to lose that feeling after so long seemingly without a physical connection with anyone. Instead, he was mouthing along Gabe's jawline, moaning as his thrusting lose some of it coordination in desperation of chasing down his climax.

His hand stroked harder and faster as well, determined to milk it out of Gabe as well. Not that he apparently had to fight for it. Still, he teetered on the edge for a few last aggressive thrusts before he was ramming their pelvises together as he came with a growling groan, shuddering full body.]