[He certainly is, considering he doesn't hop to business. Angelo still feels so nice pressed to him, pliant and warm. It's as close to snuggling as he can get, lips pressed to the silky roots of his hair, stroking over the firm planes of his stomach. If he seemed affectionate before, Jeremiah's even more so afterwards.]
I just don't want to stain your uniform. [As attractive as it is to peer down and see the insides of his thighs streaked with white, slowly trailing down his skin. Which Jeremiah most assuredly is.] Any more than it may already be, anyway.
[Whatever force in the universe dictated that both of their uniforms would have white pants wasn't preparing for eventualities like this.]
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I just don't want to stain your uniform. [As attractive as it is to peer down and see the insides of his thighs streaked with white, slowly trailing down his skin. Which Jeremiah most assuredly is.] Any more than it may already be, anyway.
[Whatever force in the universe dictated that both of their uniforms would have white pants wasn't preparing for eventualities like this.]