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2.9

"But can't you just stay?" Jack looked over at Mark, rolling his eyes. "I don't want you to go."

"It's only a few weeks, Angel."
Jack spoke lightly, sitting on Mark's lap. His hand came up to play in his hair and Mark's hands came to rest on the younger's thighs.

"A few weeks without your hot body in my life." Mark whined, kissing down Jack's jawline.

"You're always so horny."

"Will you dirty skype call me?" Mark asked, his tongue licking up Jack's neck. "Or sext me?" He whispered, biting jack's earlobe.

Jack smirked. "Or..." Mark looked up, raising his eyebrows. "You could just go with me and we could fuck as hard as we'd like in a hotel room." Jack whispered, looking down at Mark from the position on his lap.

"Really?" Mark asked, and Jack nodded at him. He connected their lips, pulling Jack to straddle him.