“Hng, fuck you..” He huffs, his head thrown back in bliss. He grunts loudly,fingers digging into his shoulders as he flips over on top of him again. This time he’s straddling his hips and grinding down. He licks his own bottom lip, eyes hazy as he stares down at him.
Jak’s head darts up to gently nip at Daxter’s tongue, his expression a grin even through the light haze. “Planned on it,” he all but growled, fingers tugging at the ties of the crimson tunic around the redhead’s torso.
The movement seems to be the last straw and he’s a bit more violent with the fabric, lips meeting Daxter’s again.
