Jack worked his way up Hunter's neck, a mix of soft lips and sharp bites. "Hmm... where would you like to feel them?"

Jack's previous discomfort melted away. This was where he felt comfortable. He pressed thier bodies flush to each other. His hand sliding along the singer's chest and shoulder, nails brushing over his skin but not leaving any marks or pain. Jack filed them into almond shapes that left them nearly pointed.