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“Mmm..” He groans softly in bliss, nuzzling into the hand that scritches through his scalp. Even though he wasn’t an ottsel anymore, old things die hard. His body now was flush against Jak’s side, head nestled into him.

Jak hummed softly, fingers moving lower to trace patterns across the redhead’s spine, eyes drifting shut.

“Hm, don’t worry about my back just yet. Don’t wanna move.”