He swallows slowly, taking the taste of him down deep into his throat,
every element separated out and savoured. Sweet, sour, salty, bitter...
front, side, edges, back...
Tastes from a kiss and the softness of spit; from the lap of his tongue
against secret, sweaty, dark places, senses seduced, overwhelmed.
Daniel's day transferred in the dust of pottery, paper-cut blood, alien
soil and the salt-grit of chips, when Jack sucks his loquacious fingers
wet and clean.
Daniel's come on his tongue, his cock held in the shaped circle of
Jack's lips, licked until it tastes familiar before it's released.
Swallow.
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