#jacobrire

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2 - Lock (2021-01-02)

“Tch!” ´Trevor pulled his hand back.

And his wrist got snatched by Jacob before he could look at it: “That’s why digital inventories are much less troublesome”

“… I like paper. The feel of it, the smell of it, the permanence. So leave it be an-“

Jacob licked the injured finger. And put the digit in his mouth, sucking gently.

“…” Trevor frowned at him. “… that is unhygienic”

Not that he moved his hand. Until it was removed by his wrist by another hand. And sprayed disinfectant on it. So Richard said: “It is unhygienic. Have a band aid”

His finger wrapped, Trevor stared. Not sure if this was the better outcome.

At least Richard dragged Jacob with him.

That’s worth something.

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01 - lock (2021-01-01)

1. Lock

„You should not ignore locked doors,” Trevor sighed, turning the knob for emphasis.

Jacob shrugged: “It’s not like you would send me away”

“That is not the point, you know that. You know what manners are,” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

With three steps, an arm curled around his waist. At least until Trevor stepped away.

“Boundaries. Respect them.”

The intruder followed him, arm snaking around his waist a second time and he kissed his neck: “So, what am I supposed to do? Knock?”

Tensing his muscles, Trevor turned away: “Call before. Knock. Ring. Manners”

“Mh. You have my word,” he shrugged and put his teeth to the taught muscles.

Still scowling, a cold shiver ran down his back: “… better make sure of that”