It's so very easy. And it feels so good. But then it's over, and you can't do it again. There's a low after the high that makes it addictive. At least, that's how J feels. That and a sense that he's simplified the world just a little bit.

J sucks at his lower lip. He's excited and pleased to see Mitch nearly smiling down at him. There's a beat where that smile could be the decision to sink the blade in, but when he moves he keeps moving and the knife finds its way under his chin instead. J tilts his head back and his breath comes out more shaking than he meant for it to. Especially when he feels Mitch move against him and a stifled moan escapes his parted lips. His eyes widen and flutter a moment, trying to recover from his body's unexpected reactions.

"Mmmmnnnn.... You would...ah...have to clean up by yourself."