[Warm breath at his ear is probably always going to garner a pretty good reaction, no matter how many times it might happen, close and sensitive and hot as it is--and this time, in combination with those two simple words (carrying feelings that show through more than enough), it's almost enough to send Jack over the edge right then and there. The shiver that it does manage to invoke is pretty close as it is...and then Zelos moves and grinds against him, slowly, hand working all the while--]
[He's looking to draw out that feeling, and he certainly succeeds; it's almost painful in a mutual way that's not necessarily bad, not in the least, if the choked gasp of sound that follows it on Jack's part is anything to go by. And then he can't breathe at all, and then his arms are pulling around Zelos's shoulders and clinging close in something that's half a hug and half a reach for sheer desperate support, and then--]
[The release has him rocking in place with an unrestrained moan, sweeps through like a wave, is probably positively icy to the touch despite still being somehow fluid. The handful of seconds involved feel more like ages, but it's laughably easy to lose sense of time anyhow, because in that particular moment there's no thought at all--only feeling, a kind he's never so much as imagined, hot and consuming and undeniably good.]
[For a little bit Jack can only pant, after that, trying to remember how proper breathing is supposed to work; small gasps as whimpers of sound as hands shift up to weakly wind fingertips in red hair, and he watches Zelos with half-lidded eyes, trembling with every shift of the man's impossibly warm body on his.]
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[He's looking to draw out that feeling, and he certainly succeeds; it's almost painful in a mutual way that's not necessarily bad, not in the least, if the choked gasp of sound that follows it on Jack's part is anything to go by. And then he can't breathe at all, and then his arms are pulling around Zelos's shoulders and clinging close in something that's half a hug and half a reach for sheer desperate support, and then--]
[The release has him rocking in place with an unrestrained moan, sweeps through like a wave, is probably positively icy to the touch despite still being somehow fluid. The handful of seconds involved feel more like ages, but it's laughably easy to lose sense of time anyhow, because in that particular moment there's no thought at all--only feeling, a kind he's never so much as imagined, hot and consuming and undeniably good.]
[For a little bit Jack can only pant, after that, trying to remember how proper breathing is supposed to work; small gasps as whimpers of sound as hands shift up to weakly wind fingertips in red hair, and he watches Zelos with half-lidded eyes, trembling with every shift of the man's impossibly warm body on his.]