Poor Jack is convinced he’s either already dead & in a bizarre form of Heaven, or about to die & this is Gabe’s idea of a send off. He tries to be as polite as possible & not touch, but he keeps whimpering & reaching like he’s gonna grab Gabe’s hips before quickly retracting them w/ no idea where to put them instead. He’s hard as hell & there’s no way Gabe doesn’t notice or could possibly ignore it, & he ends up sitting on his hands with his face mashed between Gabe’s shoulders nearly sobbing.

I’m. So. Here. For. Jack. Sobbing. In. Desperation.

I want that moment when Gabriel is drunk and doesn’t give a fuck and takes Jack’s hands and puts them on his thicc thighs and lets him dig his fingers into the fur and basically flicks his little tail right into his face.

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