[He's quiet, but clearly pleased, digging fingers into his hair. Jacob lets oblivion take him again, lets the world fade around him so he doesn't have to think or move or dream. He can exist in this moment of pleasure until, with a shudder and a groan, he pulls his hair as a warning, giving him that much courtesy, before he finishes.
And then it's over and he's back to himself, fucking hating it.]
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Date: 2024-05-18 08:42 pm (UTC)And then it's over and he's back to himself, fucking hating it.]