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He cannot speak while their lips are pressed so fiercely together, tongues battling, teeth clashing. So he speaks with his hands, tugging at Jack's shirt, as Jack does to his, both desperately reaching to touch flesh.
He wants, needs, to tell him, but he can't stop this, not right now, it feels too good. Finally his mind reaches out, knowing the other man will understand the request for entrance, this is not the first time after all. Once permission is granted he surges forward, focused on only one thought, marking his mate yet again with the ferocity of it.
"Mine!"