He was panting. Not that exhausted sort of way, but the kind that left his lips wet, still tasting of Jack. And he knew he had to be able to hear it, touched or not right then when he was so close, just off of his fingers. So close, just aching away close.
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"Do it," he breathed.
That... had totally sounded more like 'do me'.
Zephyr grinned.