Jack sucked in a breath he couldn't let out this time. That was sweet and exciting and(don't think it) loving and it made him ache for the fact he was sitting in a room that wasn't his, typing dirty words on a phone. It was an exquisite, prolonged torture -- but not having it would be worse yet.

His response took a long moment.

Almost cruel to type/When I want breath, hair, hands, lips./Miles stretch too far.