[ Jack isn't the only one that feels such things. Reinhardt has based his entire adult life on being the shield that guards. How long has Jack been without someone to watch his back for him and make sure that these scars are the last he gets?
But this is a passing fancy, lost to how strong hands pull him close to demand that kiss. A kiss that's taken before he can even give it and a kiss Reinhardt happily gives back. That press of lips, that touch of hands, it's all he needs to lose his hesitation completely. As he always does, he charges boldly forward, kissing this man like he's making up for years of missed chances. There's tenderness there, but it's secondary to passion, trying to devour those lips even as his hands keeps moving, trying to touch as much of Jack as possible. ]
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But this is a passing fancy, lost to how strong hands pull him close to demand that kiss. A kiss that's taken before he can even give it and a kiss Reinhardt happily gives back. That press of lips, that touch of hands, it's all he needs to lose his hesitation completely. As he always does, he charges boldly forward, kissing this man like he's making up for years of missed chances. There's tenderness there, but it's secondary to passion, trying to devour those lips even as his hands keeps moving, trying to touch as much of Jack as possible. ]