After many months, I have something to share for 6SS. This is an original story.
Philip jerked into motion. He’d been absorbed by the conversation, the memories, and Jack’s infernal looks—his beautiful as sin lips, his clever eyes—and he approached him and started undressing him.
Undressing him. Dear lord. Philip clearly hadn’t thought this through, though he can’t have been expected to know that Jack had grown up to be… like this.
Beautiful and clever and sad.
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