Blake half expected Jack to hit him when he turned around. He was braced for it, seeing it as an inevitable. But instead Jack was kissing him again and Blake readily accepted it and relaxed his defenses. He forgot how bad of an idea this was and simply gave in.
Removing his own shirt, Blake dropped it to the floor and immediately went back to Jack's mouth, his hands mapping over the banshee's skin. They paused at Jack's narrow waist and his fingers curled, nails making indents on Jack's skin. The kiss stopped and Blake looked down as his belt was unfastened and his pants undone.
When the pants slid off his solid frame, Blake knew he'd be showing Jack something that he hadn't shown anyone in a very long time. And it wasn't what was straining against his boxer-briefs. The Dragonslayer was scarred on almost every square inch of his skin, but the most grave injury was definitely his leg. The thigh was missing a large portion of flesh. The skin had healed over a jagged tooth-marked indention that was wider than the span of his hand and went from hip to knee.
Blake didn't meet Jack's eyes. He looked off to the side and endured a quiet pause, letting Jack see for himself the damage a dragon's bite had done.