Jack dragged the tip of his tongue down the center of Andrew's chest, the path laid out between his rib cages. His skin was warm, pleasantly warm, and Jack liked the way that his muscles twitched underneath as he went.
He stopped moving downwards when he got to his stomach, and kissed over the soft skin there. His tongue flicked out again and dragged in circles around his navel, in a teasing, almost tickling manner. His fingers flicked at the button of Andrew's jeans, drawing down the zip.