
It's the faintness of the Jakelick. Like his buds can go no further than his fangs, not enough leeway to endulge, only taste. And that is what I take from him. What I do with this picture is grasp his package persona: my tongue starts at his adam's apple which tastes like peace. My 2 fingers swirl inside his neck hollow, before I follow. Pretty soon he's caressing my ear lobes rather than just an object; he's smiling for a reason 

Oh my sweet lordy, Justin, you just knock me down with your prose about Jake's
package persona.
I agree with Anaconda, you should write slash. Either that, or let me steal these lines so I can use them in my story!!

Oh, and the pic you described was hot.
