[ Bites back as a gasp as he cups the back of Jewel's neck, keeping him there, his focus splintered between Jewel's teeth and his own fingers pushing deeper into himself. ]

Having a type is limiting and reductive. I am drawn to whoever I am drawn to. There is no deeper rationale, try as I have to come up with any. Maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your singing voice, maybe it's the few moments where you drop all pretense with me.