If you helped me with grading, I can guarantee I'll never get any work done anyway so what's the point?
[The words come out of him in a sort of half moan, warm breath ghosting over Jack's neck as his index finger pokes itself into the front of his jeans, drawing them as close as they can get. One knee slips between Jack's legs, joining his hand in a rut that seems reminiscent of their earlier romp on his couch, before he starts sinking down to his knees, lips trailing kisses down, down, down to the faint happy trail arching up out of them.]
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[The words come out of him in a sort of half moan, warm breath ghosting over Jack's neck as his index finger pokes itself into the front of his jeans, drawing them as close as they can get. One knee slips between Jack's legs, joining his hand in a rut that seems reminiscent of their earlier romp on his couch, before he starts sinking down to his knees, lips trailing kisses down, down, down to the faint happy trail arching up out of them.]