[With that slow step they're closer now than they'd ever been before, practically pressed together now, and that's pretty new in the sensory aspect for Jack as well--having another body against him like that, almost as warm as the mouth that's still on his with an added press.]
[It's almost funny, really. Warmth had always been a point of avoidance for him, mildly uncomfortable at least and painful at worst, in a way it simply wasn't for other people--but now, here, it's quite tolerable, more than tolerable, so tolerable that he's already wanting more, as if this isn't quite enough already...]
[There's a heated hand passing over his cheek and curling into his hair, in that sensitive spot behind an ear (more sensitive than normal, really, as any physical contact at all still feels pretty acute on a base level), and Jack shivers, with another slight sound that he almost doesn't notice--can't seem to tamp down on any of them anymore, for some reason...]
[One hand's still holding onto his staff, though at least it's set upright on the ground now...but the space taken up that way's still more than a little inconvenient, and there's some odd new part of him that wants to drop the thing and free both his hands (ah, but if he just drops it, it'd be just there, and there's still a certain stability to be gained from it even despite); instead, for now, he settles with using his free hand as he can, raises it from its lax position at his side to pass idly over the clasps of Zelos's shirt between them, before settling for wrapping around one of his arms instead, near the shoulder, fingertips probably more than a little chilly against the bare skin there.]
[And the kiss is still going, and he finds he doesn't really mind that it's still going, but--perhaps it's something about the slow intake of breath on Zelos's part, or perhaps it's his own thoughts simply musing for ways to reciprocate that don't come off awkward or hesitant in the wrong way. But either way--because everything about this is new anyway, and he might as well start experimenting to some degree--Zelos might find an icy, playful nip at his bottom lip, after a moment, alongside eyes flicking upwards to meet his and that hand grasping a bit tighter at his arm, as Jack presses even closer.]
[Something of a reassurance. Because he does want this, even if the thought's somewhat spur-of-the-moment, and might have normally been something for Jack to deliberate over for a long while too--but that would mean thinking about all the issues of this, and he doesn't really want to think about those issues just yet, when it still feels so pleasant, new, different.]
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[It's almost funny, really. Warmth had always been a point of avoidance for him, mildly uncomfortable at least and painful at worst, in a way it simply wasn't for other people--but now, here, it's quite tolerable, more than tolerable, so tolerable that he's already wanting more, as if this isn't quite enough already...]
[There's a heated hand passing over his cheek and curling into his hair, in that sensitive spot behind an ear (more sensitive than normal, really, as any physical contact at all still feels pretty acute on a base level), and Jack shivers, with another slight sound that he almost doesn't notice--can't seem to tamp down on any of them anymore, for some reason...]
[One hand's still holding onto his staff, though at least it's set upright on the ground now...but the space taken up that way's still more than a little inconvenient, and there's some odd new part of him that wants to drop the thing and free both his hands (ah, but if he just drops it, it'd be just there, and there's still a certain stability to be gained from it even despite); instead, for now, he settles with using his free hand as he can, raises it from its lax position at his side to pass idly over the clasps of Zelos's shirt between them, before settling for wrapping around one of his arms instead, near the shoulder, fingertips probably more than a little chilly against the bare skin there.]
[And the kiss is still going, and he finds he doesn't really mind that it's still going, but--perhaps it's something about the slow intake of breath on Zelos's part, or perhaps it's his own thoughts simply musing for ways to reciprocate that don't come off awkward or hesitant in the wrong way. But either way--because everything about this is new anyway, and he might as well start experimenting to some degree--Zelos might find an icy, playful nip at his bottom lip, after a moment, alongside eyes flicking upwards to meet his and that hand grasping a bit tighter at his arm, as Jack presses even closer.]
[Something of a reassurance. Because he does want this, even if the thought's somewhat spur-of-the-moment, and might have normally been something for Jack to deliberate over for a long while too--but that would mean thinking about all the issues of this, and he doesn't really want to think about those issues just yet, when it still feels so pleasant, new, different.]