[It's an odd sensation as the pants are slowly but steadily worked off--the process in itself is incredibly distracting enough with the way Zelos goes about doing it, pressing against him and planting kisses all the while, and maybe that's what keeps the sensation as odd and novel instead of frightening--which probably would have been the case without. This is a level of exposure and complete vulnerability that he hasn't--shared with anyone before, really, never mind even imagine doing. And there's certainly some portion of thoughts in a tucked corner of his head freezing up and blanking out over the fact that this is actually really happening...but by focusing more on the now, on the almost unbearable warmth of Zelos against him and the soft breaths against his neck, Jack can keep that freezing and blanking from rising to the surface just yet.]
[Focusing. Right. Settling a cheek lightly against a head of red hair as Zelos leans down to breathe quiet words into his skin, it's a light hum in return, his own words just as soft if only due to sheer breathlessness.]
...Never thought you'd want to.
[Which is the genuine truth of it, really--even after the very first couple of kisses, even over the course of their conversation before...this had still been an end-case scenario that had never occurred to Jack, not as an actual possibility, and there's a decently-sized part of him that's still utterly surprised by the fact. Strange as he is--strange, cold, three hundred years out of touch--he'd already long accepted the implausibility of having a relationship like this as a fact; and so, to think that anybody would be willing to tolerate all that, to care enough--like this--]
[Jack blinks as the words register--surprisingly comforting ones indeed, and that same astonished and insecure part of him appreciates it on an untold base level, alongside the light grip of Zelos's hand twining with his as the latter rocks forward again. And now, with no clothing in the way, and more thorough skin-to-skin contact as it is--it's all so warm and incredible and Jack almost isn't sure what to do with it all, how to express just how much it means to him.]
Just--don't stop. [Half-gasped, with the following breath tapering into another lower moan as they're pressed close again. He's already hard, and sensations are spiked to a pleasure that's almost painful at the moment--like that very first initial moment, coming in from the cold and sinking into a hot bath, with the shock of the warmth against your skin and every nerve ending. Jack's grip tightens in Zelos's as they move, and he shifts to press his forehead lightly against the crook of the latter's neck, trembling.]
/flails words around wildly idk FACE IN HANDS.....
[Focusing. Right. Settling a cheek lightly against a head of red hair as Zelos leans down to breathe quiet words into his skin, it's a light hum in return, his own words just as soft if only due to sheer breathlessness.]
...Never thought you'd want to.
[Which is the genuine truth of it, really--even after the very first couple of kisses, even over the course of their conversation before...this had still been an end-case scenario that had never occurred to Jack, not as an actual possibility, and there's a decently-sized part of him that's still utterly surprised by the fact. Strange as he is--strange, cold, three hundred years out of touch--he'd already long accepted the implausibility of having a relationship like this as a fact; and so, to think that anybody would be willing to tolerate all that, to care enough--like this--]
[Jack blinks as the words register--surprisingly comforting ones indeed, and that same astonished and insecure part of him appreciates it on an untold base level, alongside the light grip of Zelos's hand twining with his as the latter rocks forward again. And now, with no clothing in the way, and more thorough skin-to-skin contact as it is--it's all so warm and incredible and Jack almost isn't sure what to do with it all, how to express just how much it means to him.]
Just--don't stop. [Half-gasped, with the following breath tapering into another lower moan as they're pressed close again. He's already hard, and sensations are spiked to a pleasure that's almost painful at the moment--like that very first initial moment, coming in from the cold and sinking into a hot bath, with the shock of the warmth against your skin and every nerve ending. Jack's grip tightens in Zelos's as they move, and he shifts to press his forehead lightly against the crook of the latter's neck, trembling.]