[Death penalty or not, Jack can't help the flutter of warmth that drops through him when Zev reaches out and takes his chin that way, touching his face like it's unquestionably his to touch. Heck, the months of enforced celibacy have probably only made stronger the impulse to nip and lick the pillow of muscle at the base of his thumb, to breathe the smell of his skin at the wrist where so often the scents of skin and leather mix perfectly.
It's probably the only thing that makes him as pliant as he is, only sighing and looking between the two as his mouth curls ruefully.]
[action, June 21st]
It's probably the only thing that makes him as pliant as he is, only sighing and looking between the two as his mouth curls ruefully.]
Fine, but be gentle. I've never done this before.