'Languor', Jack/Daniel drabble rated R

Inspiration struck while I was reading a fic tonight:

LANGUOR

Jack has always loved these moments. They’ve both already come; there’s zero urgency. Languor, Daniel says. Good word. Jack looked it up. Slowness, stillness, dreaminess. Daniel’s more than half-asleep and less than half-hard in Jack’s mouth. Daniel’s thigh cradles Jack’s head, his scent fills Jack’s nostrils. Jack’s mind drifts lazily back over their love-making as his body quiets, sated. And the best part? Jack can gently lick and suck and savor to his heart’s content, holding Daniel on his tongue, tasting his salt, his come, tracing his veins, loving the weight and shape of him as Daniel slowly, slowly diminishes….




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(I began to worry that I had used this title before. Not quite! Another drabble from nearly four years ago: 'Languorous')