[By all technical means Jack shouldn't have any breath to steal, really. But breathing, while not a necessity, is a comfortable habit by default anyway--and in the endless preoccupying process of trying to figure out how to deal with this veritable wave of sensation and feeling that's already almost overwhelming, his body's currently qualifying breathing as a good way of venting responses; breathlessness could be a response too, and the impression's more than enough to suit Jack for the moment.]
[There's a sense of shifting fabric, and then open air on skin, and that's a kind of vulnerability he hasn't felt in a very long time. And maybe it should have been frightening--in any other company there would have been a twinge of alarm to go with it, maybe--but for now he couldn't have considered this a bad thing if he tried, because it's progression, more room and exposure for the hand drifting maddeningly along skin. Pulling in haphazard bursts of air between kisses, another gasp ends up being substituted for a high, wanton whimper that Jack might have been rather embarrassed by with a clearer head. Zelos's clothing shifts and brushes against his bare chest and abdomen as he presses close like that, so ridiculously warm and solid, and Jack's grip loosens from his shoulders, fingertips shifting to ghost over his collar and the sides of his throat before brushing past red hair to settle at the nape of his neck, brushing absently over the skin there. The gesture has his arms folding around the man in something of a hug of his own, the better to pull him closer; a low voice hums at his ear, passing with heated breath, and every muscle tenses, shivers.]
[Geez, talking--] Oh, you suck-- [Words strained with the effort of trying not to come out in a moan (it's not very successful); he couldn't have sounded less vindictive if he tried, though even in this state he can pick up on that pun there. The feel of being so thoroughly pinned to a wall like this is crowding and exciting all at once, the latter quite a bit more than the former, and he writhes a bit under the press of it even as he speaks, back arching again.]
"uh zelos pls stop making out with the wall....." also THAT ICON FFFF
[There's a sense of shifting fabric, and then open air on skin, and that's a kind of vulnerability he hasn't felt in a very long time. And maybe it should have been frightening--in any other company there would have been a twinge of alarm to go with it, maybe--but for now he couldn't have considered this a bad thing if he tried, because it's progression, more room and exposure for the hand drifting maddeningly along skin. Pulling in haphazard bursts of air between kisses, another gasp ends up being substituted for a high, wanton whimper that Jack might have been rather embarrassed by with a clearer head. Zelos's clothing shifts and brushes against his bare chest and abdomen as he presses close like that, so ridiculously warm and solid, and Jack's grip loosens from his shoulders, fingertips shifting to ghost over his collar and the sides of his throat before brushing past red hair to settle at the nape of his neck, brushing absently over the skin there. The gesture has his arms folding around the man in something of a hug of his own, the better to pull him closer; a low voice hums at his ear, passing with heated breath, and every muscle tenses, shivers.]
[Geez, talking--] Oh, you suck-- [Words strained with the effort of trying not to come out in a moan (it's not very successful); he couldn't have sounded less vindictive if he tried, though even in this state he can pick up on that pun there. The feel of being so thoroughly pinned to a wall like this is crowding and exciting all at once, the latter quite a bit more than the former, and he writhes a bit under the press of it even as he speaks, back arching again.]