>>he all but purrs in that gravel, cigarettes and whiskey voice of his...He glances over at him questioningly, tilting his head up just in time for lips to collide with his own. Jensen tastes like Texas. He’s never known anyone that tastes like home, but Jensen does.<<
This was among the best of the best, when describing Jensen's mouth, voice and kiss. A couple of sentences that mean so much more than the words themselves. Very well done. Thanks alot for sharing your stories.
This is the first Jensen/Jared I ever wrote, and one of the first ones ever posted at padacklesrps. I haven't read it in ages, so thank you for commenting on it and giving me the chance to. I'm really glad that you enjoyed this, and thanks for commenting - I love getting comments on fics that were written some time ago, it's like getting a surprise gift.
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Jensen tastes like Texas. He’s never known anyone that tastes like home, but Jensen does.<<
This was among the best of the best, when describing Jensen's mouth, voice and kiss. A couple of sentences that mean so much more than the words themselves. Very well done. Thanks alot for sharing your stories.
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