#marinerunner

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don’t let them have stickers

magnets are better

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accidentally deleted an ask... but to the anon; Daft punk heart eyes Kabal?

absolutely

Or he could also

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cozy dude

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go sleep

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hands? grr

think this is the first smorch of them I’ve done...

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Jax x Kabal: Lotion rub down. I’ve been thinking about them in the past couple of days. I honestly am so soft and weak for this pairing now. Thanks me.

“Let’s start with what’s bothering you most...” Jax rubbed his hands, spreading the lotion between this fingers. He had tested it first hand on his chest when he first did this. He remembered the sharp cooling effect and strong smell that lingered long after.

“Hmm... my hands. Fingers...” Kabal spoke softly, a tinny edge to his words through the covering of his respirator. He could still hear the tiredness in his voice, hear him trying to break through the fog. Kabal raised his hands up over his head, stretching out his fingers as much as he could. “My elbows...” Kabal continued, lifting up his arms. “My knees, my ankles...”

“So everything?” Jax laughed, patting at a bare knee with a hand. Kabal groaned roughly, playing his reaction to the soft touch, eyes shutting tight with a grin as Jax grumbled and shook his head, a small smile curling his lips regardless.

“Yeah... everything. Hands first?”

“Whatever you want, buttercup.”

Jax moved further up toward the bed, drifting his fingers against bare skin as he sat beside Kabal. “Give me a mitt...” Kabal followed his lead, letting out a short laugh that ended in a light groan. Jax watched Kabal’s face intently as he began to slowly work over one hand, rubbing the lotion into tough furled skin, stretching out the joins as his hand grew warmer and more maleable. He took his time, eyes dragging up and down, to the hand in his and back up to Kabal’s face. He was always quiet, little huffs of breath and almost imperceptible groans the sounds that Jax followed and adjusted his movements to. “You good?” Plainly holding his hand now, Jax focused on the rapid thud of a vein beneath his thumb.

“Never been better.” A long sigh welcomed his ears, Kabal’s eyes remaining shut. “You give the best hand jobs...”

“Always gotta make it weird...” Jax chuckled, gently rubbing his hand on the center of Kabal’s chest before moving toward one of the few ticklish spots there were-a small patch of skin beneath his collarbone. “But I’ll take it...”

“Shit...” Kabal hurled out, a gurgle of laughter catching in his throat. “dude-“

“Dude.” Reaching over for his other hand, Jax mumbled through a grin, pressing his lips to a warm forehead and urging Kabal to lay back down. His hand easily slipped into Jax’s. A light squeeze, bringing out a sharper groan from him. “Easy does it...” Jax squeezed back, softer, setting back to work.

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I drew this at 2am last night and it made me laugh

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Jax and Kabal wip, floof

“Need to cover up...” Jax opened his eyes at the soft tone of Kabal’s voice. He watched him shuffle beside him, picking at the sheet that loosely covered their legs. Kabal cleared his throat, a scratchy sound that threatened a cough. He pulled up the sheet, hands balling a corner up as he chewed at his bottom lip, thinking.

“You cold?” Jax grabbed the other corner of the sheet, tugging it closer towards them. He sat up, Kabal tossing himself back onto the bed with small laugh as he moved closer to him. They had been closer, Jax set a hand on Kabal’s stomach and ran it up slowly, keeping his eyes on Kabal’s chest. Shallow breaths, up and down, sweat still laying in the dip of his collarbone.

“Not really...” Kabal responded after a moment, reaching up and setting his hand on top of Jax’s. “It’s just... I feel...” he stopped, shutting his eyes tightly and dropping his hand from Jax’s. He sighed, covering his eyes with his hand and finishing his sentence with a small shrug. “More comfortable, with something on...”

“Yeah... ok...” Rubbing his skin, gently, a light brush of his thumb against the swell of a pec, Jax nodded and smiled down at Kabal.

“Sorry...” the word came out with a small laugh, an apologetic grin springing onto Kabal’s face, making Jax huff.

“Baby... don’t give me a sorry, you can keep that...” He dipped down, watching that grin fall and easily be replaced by a small pout.

“Fine... I think I will...” Kabal lowered his voice, rising up slightly to meet Jax. A quick kiss between them, soft and warm. Jax breathed him in, the smell of him filling him up and he lightly sucked on Kabal’s lower lip. Head hot after a moment, he groaned and pulled away.

“Still wanna cover up?”

Kabal lifted up his head, eyes slowing blinking as he watched Jax move from the bed. He nodded once before laying his head down, grimacing as he reached back and tried to fluff up his pillow.

“Where’s your shit...”

“I think it’s all in the living room... at least my shirt is. And my jeans.”

Kabal mused with a light smirk, pulling up the sheet to his chest.

Jax grinned to himself, making his way to a broad dresser pushed into a corner of his room. “You want a sweatshirt?”

“Sure.” Watching him from the bed, Kabal picked at the quilt underneath him, keeping his eyes on the bulk of Jax’s shoulders. “If it’ll fit me.”

“Might be roomy...”