[It's almost overwhelming, all of it--and it's certainly not a very solid silence indeed, anymore; Jack couldn't keep quiet if he wanted to, at this point, moaning into kisses and the gasps of free air between alike as the strokes set in and the rhythm sets in and that same spike of pleasure from earlier is coaxed up to sharper and sharper sensation. Jack has half a mind to say something, but it keeps getting scattered and sidetracked and off-put; coherent thought's something of a struggle when they're settled so close like this, moving against each other, Jack grinding back into the motion of Zelos's hips and the almost painful warmth of his hand as best as he's able. Uncertainty and surprise and even novelty are all slowly blending together and slipping to a backburner, now, in favor of a distinct sort of want straining through every nerve ending, coloring his gaze on the occasions their eyes do meet between kisses, rocking through a body that wants to writhe and cling to every slip of skin and brush of fingertips at his shaft.]
[Jack's getting colder still, only helped along as Zelos continues on; but the tingling sensation is still mutual, even if for Jack it's a more distinct chill that goes right up his spine in a slow sort of build. Zelos leans down to kiss him again and Jack gasps into it with frigid breath; there's another, higher moan when the strokes start varying around the same time, and Jack's fingertips dig lightly into Zelos's shoulders as his clutch tightens of his own volition, entire frame shuddering. Breaking the kiss, Jack's hips strains to return every touch with a slight buck for every unique jolt that comes alongside it, even as he lets his head settle against the mattress again and stares up at Zelos with wide eyes, trying to regulate breath that he finds himself losing even more quickly than before.]
Zelos, I can't--I'm gonna--
[He wouldn't have known how to phrase it in normal circumstances, let alone now, where forming a full sentence is an adventure in struggle as it is. But Jack shudders again as a new wave of sensation accompanies touch, and that tingling sensation's still building now, and--but what if he's not supposed to--]
/SLIDES IN HERE MOST BELATEDLY and also breaks this post's hideously-timed 69 comments AH WELL......
[Jack's getting colder still, only helped along as Zelos continues on; but the tingling sensation is still mutual, even if for Jack it's a more distinct chill that goes right up his spine in a slow sort of build. Zelos leans down to kiss him again and Jack gasps into it with frigid breath; there's another, higher moan when the strokes start varying around the same time, and Jack's fingertips dig lightly into Zelos's shoulders as his clutch tightens of his own volition, entire frame shuddering. Breaking the kiss, Jack's hips strains to return every touch with a slight buck for every unique jolt that comes alongside it, even as he lets his head settle against the mattress again and stares up at Zelos with wide eyes, trying to regulate breath that he finds himself losing even more quickly than before.]
Zelos, I can't--I'm gonna--
[He wouldn't have known how to phrase it in normal circumstances, let alone now, where forming a full sentence is an adventure in struggle as it is. But Jack shudders again as a new wave of sensation accompanies touch, and that tingling sensation's still building now, and--but what if he's not supposed to--]