[All around coherent thought seems like a thing that'd take more focus and energy than either of them can afford, for the moment. Jack's own line of thoughts had fallen apart in the same way a little while ago already, anyway--how could anyone manage to keep their heads together, under feelings like this? He's never been more acutely aware of his own physical body before; every point of contact lighting on nerve endings like a brand, every sound and gasp of breath felt as well as heard, every shift and slip of skin setting off new prickles of sensation. It's a challenge keeping up as Zelos deepens the kiss, though Jack does his level best to reciprocate it--the feel of fingertips winding into his hair has him arching his back with a pleased sound, lips parting under the press of a warm tongue.]
[And then Zelos shifts, breaks the kiss, and Jack barely has time to pull in a proper breath before he's grinding down like--that, which is quite enough to earn another strangled moan; he's almost too sidetracked to notice Zelos's hand slipping down between them, but it'd be impossible not to feel fingers wrapping around, trailing up, pressing--]
[It's a spike of pleasure incomparable to all the ones that might have come before it, and the reaction's pretty immediate: Jack's entire frame jolts, narrow hips bucking again of their own accord, under that touch--and the hands at Zelos's back slip further down his spine, pressing hard, and it's a sound that's somewhere between a moan and a sob, high and keening, as his head presses back against the mattress. He shivers at the words near his ear, sucks in another gasp of breath when even that minimum of movement sets off another ripple of pleasure; each and every slight shift feels acute, now, sensitive as that press at his tip is...]
[Geez, talking--some wildly off-tangent fragment of thought has suspicion that Zelos must be speaking with full knowledge of just how difficult Jack would find it to talk back, and he'd be feeling indignant about it if he weren't so completely distracted otherwise. Chest heaving with each strain of breath, Jack meets Zelos's eyes with something that might have counted as a glare on a more normal basis, if he weren't biting his lip at the same time.]
--You already know. I bet you-- [Cut short with a soft, whimpering exhale as he shifts under Zelos. His hands skim back up along the guy's back, taking stock of every muscle there; and if the movement lends itself to a rather distinct sensation--as if there's a light film of frost following the trail of his fingertips, thawing after a few seconds and leaving cool dampness behind on Zelos's skin--well, that's only half accidental.]
WOW ZELOS......
[And then Zelos shifts, breaks the kiss, and Jack barely has time to pull in a proper breath before he's grinding down like--that, which is quite enough to earn another strangled moan; he's almost too sidetracked to notice Zelos's hand slipping down between them, but it'd be impossible not to feel fingers wrapping around, trailing up, pressing--]
[It's a spike of pleasure incomparable to all the ones that might have come before it, and the reaction's pretty immediate: Jack's entire frame jolts, narrow hips bucking again of their own accord, under that touch--and the hands at Zelos's back slip further down his spine, pressing hard, and it's a sound that's somewhere between a moan and a sob, high and keening, as his head presses back against the mattress. He shivers at the words near his ear, sucks in another gasp of breath when even that minimum of movement sets off another ripple of pleasure; each and every slight shift feels acute, now, sensitive as that press at his tip is...]
[Geez, talking--some wildly off-tangent fragment of thought has suspicion that Zelos must be speaking with full knowledge of just how difficult Jack would find it to talk back, and he'd be feeling indignant about it if he weren't so completely distracted otherwise. Chest heaving with each strain of breath, Jack meets Zelos's eyes with something that might have counted as a glare on a more normal basis, if he weren't biting his lip at the same time.]
--You already know. I bet you-- [Cut short with a soft, whimpering exhale as he shifts under Zelos. His hands skim back up along the guy's back, taking stock of every muscle there; and if the movement lends itself to a rather distinct sensation--as if there's a light film of frost following the trail of his fingertips, thawing after a few seconds and leaving cool dampness behind on Zelos's skin--well, that's only half accidental.]