[ Smug little shit. It almost leaves Hugh's mouth, but then Jesse says (promises!) what he does, presses deep like he does, and it's all Hugh can manage to bite down a throaty whimper, an embarrassed flush painting his face. ]
No promises. [ He's dropped his head, hidden his face so Jesse doesn't have the satisfaction of seeing him fight down pride. ] Get on with it before I change my mind, Finch.
[ It's supposed to be a snap. The fact that he's rocking back onto Jesse's fingers is another matter entirely. ]
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No promises. [ He's dropped his head, hidden his face so Jesse doesn't have the satisfaction of seeing him fight down pride. ] Get on with it before I change my mind, Finch.
[ It's supposed to be a snap. The fact that he's rocking back onto Jesse's fingers is another matter entirely. ]
Fuck me.