Jack was sleek where Ethan was not, tanned skin soft and smooth unlike Ethan’s coarser skin, his scars, and his hair. “I’m not―” He grunted, his body still welcoming Jack within. “I’m not too…” How did he finish that thought? His words were fleeing him, his thoughts reduced to base desires and needs and fears. “Male?” Confusion tangled in Jack’s gaze for a moment. He blinked, and then it vanished, replaced by a hint of shock and then warm love. He leaned down, one hand stroking through Ethan’s hair as he bent Ethan in half, keeping them joined. “You’re wonderfully male,” he said, his voice
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