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“Who cares what they think?” Kevin said as he pressed another kiss into Jack’s neck, “They’re dicks.”
“But,” Jack sighed, his breath fogging between them, and his hands on Kevin’s hips gripped tighter, “Things are supposed to stay dead.”
Kevin snorted. Another kiss, another, trailing down to Jack’s collarbone, still under his cardigan. “Yeah, unless it’s one of them,” Kevin said, “Fuck. Them. This is about us.” Kevin snaked his hand under Jack’s shirt to run his fingers across Jack’s ribs. “Besides. Isn’t it cool that I can touch you now?”
Jack whined, his knees buckling. It was so cool.