[ Reinhardt would have happily let this man know how highly he thought of him still without the kisses and the touching. But he's not going to let this pass him by. Too many years has he lived with his what ifs. He's not going to have any more regrets. He wants to be able to walk away knowing that even if it was just once and only once, he was able to show this man the depth of his regard.
He takes the arches throat as invitation and nips at it, giving it a hot lick and then a bearded nuzzle, teeth catching, trying to put a bruise on that marked up skin. Trying to put his own mark upon the man, if even for a little bit.
Between the man's legs, that hand keeps lightly rubbing, slowly sneaking into his pants to touch even closer. His little nips work up to the man's ear and he husks into it. ] Jack...I'd love to suck you off. Can I? [ Because of course he's the sort that has to ask first. ]
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He takes the arches throat as invitation and nips at it, giving it a hot lick and then a bearded nuzzle, teeth catching, trying to put a bruise on that marked up skin. Trying to put his own mark upon the man, if even for a little bit.
Between the man's legs, that hand keeps lightly rubbing, slowly sneaking into his pants to touch even closer. His little nips work up to the man's ear and he husks into it. ] Jack...I'd love to suck you off. Can I? [ Because of course he's the sort that has to ask first. ]