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oh, there wasn’t a doubt in the world that jackson was deadly serious about it, even with that stupid fuckin’ lopsided smirk that sits on his face as if trying to veil over the true desperation that’s been bubbling up inside.
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shove his jeans down his thighs just that little bit more, enough to wrap his palm around himself through his briefs with a needier sigh before tugging the waistband of those down at the front, too; leaving his hardened length on
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the deputy didn’t remember the last time he’d picked someone up at a bar, or vice versa. sure, there were plenty of times where he’d flirt the night away and maybe end up with a phone number, but it never really went further
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if * asking instead of demanding. his hands didn’t exhibit the same patience, though — fingers curling beneath the open waistband of benson’s pants and using it as leverage to tug him closer by it, oh so * needy.
with that, his
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it was a more than fair assessment, and jack knew it. didn’t even take offence to it, what with the way he just snickered softly in response while nodding along.
“ ain’t you glad i am ? you’d be screwed if i was anythin’ else. ”
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upon ( eventually ) succeeding, he tugged the front of his pants open to reveal what laid beneath.
only then did he withdraw from their lip—lock, though still remained close enough for his panted breath to feather against the bitten
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