𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑲𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (Parody)

𐕣 ₊ Once the shirt was on, he moved over to the younger Nephilim; stealing his coffee from his hand. “Hmm. Mouth open?” His index finger brushed under Jack chin as he took a sip of his coffee.

𐕣 ₊ A small groan left the Nephilim lips as he slipped his shirt on. Mornings weren’t for him.

𐕣 ₊ The Nephilim smiled softly, his eyes trailing over Jack back side as his fingers explored. “I hope you wouldn’t stop me, but you always could.” He hummed.

𐕣 ₊ “Yes but what if I want too?” He asks, his hands sliding over his back, fingers brushing against the Nephilim waist.

𐕣 ₊ Running the shampoo through his hair; he rinsed his hands of the soap before grabbing Jack body wash. Placing some in his hand and as Jack was doing his hair; Alastor placed his hands on the younger Nephilim back; rubbing soap over his skin.

𐕣 ₊ It amused the Nephilim; there once was a time where he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch him, much let alone flick his forehead. Funny how things change… “I’ll keep that in mind.” Alastor said stepping under the water for a few moments; getting his hair wet before —

𐕣 ₊ He chuckled as he fixed the shower head so it wasn’t aiming at Jack face. “Oh, is that so?”

𐕣 ₊ “Flicking foreheads now, are we?” He chuckled as he pointed the shower head on Jack.

𐕣 ₊ “How about a vacation?” Alastor offers, his eyes on Jack, his eyes trailing over the Nephilim naked torso briefly before meeting his eyes once more. “Hurry and get undressed.” He added, stripping off the remainder of his own clothes and then stepping into the shower.

𐕣 ₊ Tossing the shirt to the side, Alastor chuckled softly as he undid his own pants. “And if I was to take a break, what would we do?” He asks, his tone playful now compared to how he was when he came home.

𐕣 ₊ Setting the younger Nephilim on the counter, Alastor turned toward the shower; turning it on and turning it to warmer water. Turning back to Jack, he took a hold of Jack shirt and pulled it over his head.

𐕣 ₊ Placing a kiss on Jack forehead, Alastor then moved them off the bed, picking the younger Nephilim up, walking towards the bathroom.

𐕣 ₊ Resting his head against Jacks, he let out a small sigh. “I’ll try.” He whispered, relaxing. “Shower with me?”