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confectionaries2013-05-03 09:31 pm
luxuriant) wrote in confectionaries2013-05-03 09:31 pm
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[The meeting with the Project Head had turned so quickly wrong. Zelos only wishes he could say he was surprised. He wasn't. All of his bad decisions thrown out and broadcast across the entire ship via the network. Meetings he never knew had been recorded, but hadn't exactly ruled out the possibility... Information shared that he had been so reluctant to give away but still came across quite blunt in text form.
Everything. And yet... not everything. No signs of his motives, no recorded meetings of the Project Head showing him pictures of his sister supposedly safe and sound in some place without him. There was just him as the villain.
Not only did he have that to deal with, but the physical fight between himself and the Head had gone over equally well. That is to say not well at all. No amount of angel skills (which he noticed were a lot more tiring here than normal) or magic or melee could take care of the guy. Made out of water... He was tricky too. Smart.
And Zelos had been forced to visit the clinic afterwards to deal with his own wounds as best as he could. With the message out for all to see, he hardly felt it was necessary to message Jack. ...Maybe Jack was upset after all. Or didn't realize the extent... He knows he got an earful of Sheena earlier, and that was enough to twist his hope into something a little more bitter.
He was just going to finish cleaning off the blood and go find somewhere to sit and think, maybe. Somewhere away from people so he doesn't have to sit through another speech of how could you where he can't defend himself. Where he doesn't want to.]
I really messed up, huh... [Quietly, he mumbles this to himself, pausing from what he's doing to rest his hands on the counter and stare down at it. He's such a mess, really.]
Everything. And yet... not everything. No signs of his motives, no recorded meetings of the Project Head showing him pictures of his sister supposedly safe and sound in some place without him. There was just him as the villain.
Not only did he have that to deal with, but the physical fight between himself and the Head had gone over equally well. That is to say not well at all. No amount of angel skills (which he noticed were a lot more tiring here than normal) or magic or melee could take care of the guy. Made out of water... He was tricky too. Smart.
And Zelos had been forced to visit the clinic afterwards to deal with his own wounds as best as he could. With the message out for all to see, he hardly felt it was necessary to message Jack. ...Maybe Jack was upset after all. Or didn't realize the extent... He knows he got an earful of Sheena earlier, and that was enough to twist his hope into something a little more bitter.
He was just going to finish cleaning off the blood and go find somewhere to sit and think, maybe. Somewhere away from people so he doesn't have to sit through another speech of how could you where he can't defend himself. Where he doesn't want to.]
I really messed up, huh... [Quietly, he mumbles this to himself, pausing from what he's doing to rest his hands on the counter and stare down at it. He's such a mess, really.]
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[The words are almost more of a quiet hum than anything else, but quite honest enough. First realizing Zelos could see him certainly hadn't been bad in the least, and this--well. This isn't so bad either.]
[He almost thinks he could get used to this, if all the thought involved in the 'before this' and 'after this' bits didn't feel so daunting still.]
[But 'before' and 'after' are still things that remain at a distance in this particular moment, this 'now'. And it just feels--natural, somehow, to lean into Zelos the way he is now. Even a gesture as simple as this is a dabbling in the strange and experimental--contact in all its myriad different forms, and he's had none of it in such a long while, but the vague notion of a memory of this sort of thing is still there, and so--]
[He'd been expecting Zelos to say more, when he lets his last sentence trail off like that. Even as Jack had found warm fingertips curling at his neck, and a mouth drifting to his ear, both things simultaneous and happening in the startling sort of way that's too unexpected to try leaning away again if he'd even wanted to--even then, he'd been expecting words, about a truth of some kind, or whatever it might have been that Zelos had been angling with that...]
[No further words come. But despite the lack of words, there's most definitely breath, hot breath, in that same sensitive spot--]
[The reaction's pretty immediate, and entirely automatic: a sharp inhale, alongside a shiver strong enough to almost pass as a flinch, as that sensation seems to go straight down his spine. A slight sound escapes before he even realizes it, something of a stifled whimper that sounds pretty compromising even to his own ears. Jack's hand tightens reflexively at Zelos's wrist as the brief freezing up comes and passes, over the course of his body still trying to figure what to actually do with all this almost painfully pleasant input.]
[Exhaling properly with a slightly shaky sigh, Jack turns his head just enough to be able to shoot Zelos a glance, the slight frown on his lips almost indignant more than anything else.]
Hey, that's--gotta be cheating somehow, geez...
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[He can't resist the beaming grin that comes from that reaction, the all too clearly genuine grin that falls across his features as he presses his nose in close to Jack's face. Tauntingly so-- teasingly peering as his fingers at Jack's neck relax the slightest.
He couldn't help himself.]
Cheating, seriously? What, you didn't like it?
[But he knows perfectly well that's not the case. He's not one with a lot of self confidence in most areas, but this? This is one he knows. He can read people, and he can tell, and it's great fun.
And so in timed movements with that breath of his just then, he slips away more completely from Jack, letting his hands trail against whatever they may the entire way until he finally spins and shrugs and takes a step forward with his back to his friend.]
And here I was thinking now was the time I invite you back to my place! I guess things like that don't work so well on a rusty old cargo ship, but still...
[Hitting on him through joke is the best plan.]
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[Zelos draws back, and every point of contact where his hands seemingly incidentally trail is pretty acute in its own right, by a sensation standpoint; by the end of it Jack finds himself straightening and feeling distinctly flustered in a way that's new, simultaneously frustrating and embarrassing.]
[So he goes for a hearty scowl anyway, even if the flush still on his features probably betrays him at every turn, and he finds himself leaning a bit on his staff on a volition that's only half habit.]
No, not really. Kinda lacks a bit of mystery when we're all stuck in the same place. And if your room's like all the other rooms on here I wouldn't say it's exactly appealing, hate to break it to you...
[Another bit of honesty in itself, actually--but then, he's never liked the rooms in this ship; any objective space in them stifled by general number of inhabitants and beds between. Just generally being indoors is already difficult enough as it is, sometimes...]
[But that's beside the point, and he knows it, and--just look at the guy, spinning off like that--]
[He frowns irritably at Zelos's back. Finds his eyes shifting over to his staff, still in hand.]
[And, a moment later, Zelos would find the chilly, angled crook of a length of wood hooking firmly over one of his shoulders--tugging--]
Where d'you think you're going, anyway?
[Better think fast, Zelos; otherwise, you might just find yourself being mildly forcibly turned around, while Jack uses his end of the tugging leverage to simultaneously pull the guy a bit forward and pace up to him himself until the distance between them is reduced to a couple of inches, eyebrows arched, chin angled upwards and overall expression possibly somewhat dangerous, in a way that's somehow amused and severe at the exact same time.]
I mean seriously, if it wasn't cheating the first time then that's gotta be cheating for sure, don't you think?
[Zelos that was a terrible plan.]
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So maybe I'm a cheater. [His tone is light, playful, and still a little deeper than that, but he leans lower and closer so their eye-levels are matching.]
Can't get enough, huh? [He's having so much fun being this horrible too. Pushing every button, seeing how much Jack wants more, how far he can go himself... It's too great. And even now he's moving just one hand to the side of Jack's face, his faint touch trailing over his cheek. It's still all so different... These feelings.]
If you keep making faces like that, I'll just be even more tempted to 'cheat'!
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[But he's always been one for taking the more impromptu route. Spur of the moment things. Because keeping yourself from stopping to think about things too much is a habit that's pretty hard to break anyway, after three centuries of stubborn practice...and Zelos's faint touch at his cheek does the rest anyway.]
Well, just couldn't have that, could we?
[Almost a murmur in itself, tinged with amusement, smirk curling up into more of a smile as the words drift out.]
[And he raises a hand, and curls fingertips firmly into the fabric at the collar of Zelos's shirt, and tugs--not necessarily gently but not necessarily forcibly either, just enough in between to leave some room for a delay or objection if it turns out there's one to be had.]
[But if it's something that's alright, and he manages to tug the guy down just so that they're rightly and properly at eye-level, and even closer, close enough--Jack would plant a kiss of his own, then, light and cold an maybe not nearly as well-versed or lazily confident as Zelos's own kisses might have been, but. Might as well start these things somewhere.]
[(It's the decision that he wants to start at all that surprises him most of all, really....)]
JACK YOU UNLEASHED FEELINGS now look what happens
And it's that thought that lays the heavy realization on him that this could be something mutual. Hope comes with a large level of uncertainty with Zelos. One that normally doesn't get the chance to show. But here? It's in the way he holds his breath until that small kiss is planted, the way his cheeks are colored the slightest bit for the first time in all of this, and the way his arms are a little slower to reacting than the rest of him is.
He smiles right on into that kiss, pressing back and just as easily slipping into that smooth way of kissing he seems to know. But it's personal and different, too, and he's quicker to run out of breath. His hands are late to fall into place at Jack's waist, but when they finally do, he can't help himself from pushing Jack back gently even more, searching out and taking in the crisp cold feeling of it.
Shit, this is-- Kissing, just kissing. He should be able to stay composed for just this! But he's quickly losing his thoughts of logic and consequence for feelings and hope and... It's a little frightening. Like the rest of this had been, but this time it's enough to catch him a bit off guard as he's guiding Jack back, and he stumbles a bit in his footing. Very un-Zelos in appearance, but he doesn't break the kiss, and while one hand wraps around Jack's waist to hold him close and keep from any tripping incidents, the other arm moves to catch them both on the wall for support even as he presses closer with a low hum.
This might be things heating up too fast, but Jack initiated something and Zelos is so blown away by it that he's kind of a snowball rolling down a mountain at this point. He doesn't... want to think about the possibility of rejection or mind changing or bad ideas or anything else.]
SCREAMS YES WELL Zelos you've unleashed an awful wave of tl;dr SO THAT EVENS THINGS I SUPPOSE.....
[Oh, this is actually a rather unexpected shift in events--]
[In all honesty, Jack hadn't intended for the kiss to last very long at all--hadn't thought it would, more than anything else. He's not experienced at all with something like this, for all that he's seen it done over and over countless times before, in all forms and methods, from the shy inexperience of teens to the suave confidence of the well-versed and well-traveled; all the observation in the world just can't compare to the actual experience, and giving instead of receiving is a radically different thing in itself somehow. He knows he's probably not very good at it at all yet. And so he hadn't expected it to last, and he would have been quite happy enough with that--the kiss would have broken off, and he'd let Zelos go on his way properly this time, as the guy had seemed to want to earlier.]
[It'd been a want to...confirm things, in a way that Jack simply can't manage with words yet. To let Zelos know, honestly and earnestly, that he is okay with this and he does appreciate it and maybe he might be brave enough to pursue it--even though it'll probably take awhile, and have a lot of bumps along the way, and as anything so spur of the moment would.]
[And so, with everything combined, he really hadn't expected Zelos to reciprocate quite so...strongly. He returns the kiss and presses back, continues to press back, and it's surprising and pleasant and slightly relieving all at once (surprising that it's continuing, pleasant in sensation, relieving in the sense of being guided and returned to the smooth not-tentativeness that Zelos did seem to be rather expert in); certainly not something to object to, but startled that he is, Jack follows the gentle pushing backwards automatically at first, and doesn't realize what the gesture in itself is doing until Zelos actually stumbles a bit in the process. Then it's a surprised blink--that was very un-Zelos indeed, to say the least--but a moment later Jack finds he has more things to be preoccupied with for the moment anyway, as he finds the wall at his back seconds later.]
[And even despite the company, despite the good feelings to be had all around, there's a very brief flicker of unease at the realization: free-roaming spirit that he is, made for the wide spaces of the sky and the open air, and it's a base-level sort of thing, an instinctual aversion to the concept of being trapped or pinned to things.]
[But the majority rest of him that isn't instinctual, the rest that's aware of what's going on around him, knows full well that he's not going to be trapped or pinned to things--that he's with a friend (something even more than that, now, for all that the term still escapes him), and that the both of them could desist with this whenever he so well chose, if he wanted to.]
[And he doesn't want to anyway, has never wanted to less, still caught up as he is in the forever-novel intoxication of a kiss that's somehow even better than the couple that had come before it. There's a shift, and a clatter, and that's Jack's staff slipping from his grasp at last, sliding on the wall on its way down to the floor. But he doesn't mind the absence, for once--confident as he is, for the first time in awhile on board this ship, that he doesn't have a need for its support in this moment. That it'll be alright to just...relax, even if only for a little bit.]
[Not to mention it actually frees up both his arms, at last. And he uses that to full effect, both hands skimming up Zelos's arms to settle lightly on his shoulders as a means of support. Shifting against the hand around his waist, he finds himself instinctively arching his back slightly with a soft sound, with the wall as additional support behind him, as the latter's low hum parses through every nerve ending and he strives to press back into that kiss, into this contact, with all that he has...]
[This snowball analogy could probably go both ways, really.]
OH BOY
Letting go and responding so nicely.
It gives Zelos a boost of familiar confidence and the desire to move on isn't able to be put out by simple worries and hesitation. Instead, there's a warming heat in his stomach as Jack presses into him and he presses back. The hand of his against the wall curls its fingers as the one around Jack slides to the front again. It's not just idle toying with the bottom of his hoodie this time. It's a rather bold slip of his fingers beneath it and anything else in the way as his hand moves up and across the ice cold skin.
It's exciting-- all of it-- and not only does he moan into the next press of kiss, but there's the increasing realization that they're soon going to be reaching a point where Zelos won't really be able to turn back from where his mind is headed. He's already abandoned all thoughts of doubt or hesitation, as they were getting in the way of enjoyment, and now the only thing that could keep him from enjoying this moment was if Jack decided himself it was too fast. It worked out, didn't it...?
AS LONG AS NO ONE WALKS IN I GUESS HE'D BE LIKE YOLO]oh god and now we're in full-out hideous territory I suppose ENDLESS SILENT SHRIEKING......
[It's expected and utterly surprising all at once, somehow, as fingertips slip their way under blue cotton and find frigid skin; there's nothing else under the hoodie, which had always been quite good enough for comfort and ease of movement before. The sensation of it, though, that's the sticking point...because in all his memory he's pretty sure nobody's ever touched--there--like that--against his own cold Zelos's hand might very well have been some kind of searing flow of lava drifting smoothly up and across. --A good sort of searing, very good, and it's a very sharp inhale of breath before a half-sobbing moan of Jack's own follows up Zelos's. His entire frame freezes up abruptly, relaxes again, and he couldn't have stopped the trembling if he tried, jump-started and renewed as it is with every minute brush of hot fingertips. The curve of ribs could probably be felt there, close under skin and casing a narrow chest; eating habits had never been particularly excessive back in colony days, though the hoodie also tended to help with having him look slightly less reedy than he actually was...]
[And really, altogether, it's probably a far more sensitive reaction than ought to have been entirely normal; but general physical contact is still very new indeed, and this sort of physical contact is something else entirely, and his grip tightens on Zelos's shoulders as he presses back into this too, gasping around kisses. It's all going very fast now--it definitely feels that way--but fast isn't necessarily bad, not now, not like this.]
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ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A NONBELIEVING WALK-IN. AWKWARDEST WALK-IN EVER. DOUBLE YOLOS ALL ACROSS THE SKY.....]SO HIDEOUS BUT SO PERFECT oh my god and just thinking a nonbeliever I CAN'T FDJLSGDFLSGdfsg
Each of his kisses is a pointed attempt to steal Jack's breath away-- if he had any to steal anyway-- and the hand that had been resting on the wall moves between them to pull up slowly at the hoodie as his other splays fingers across his cold chest.
And he knew this was going incredibly fast, and that this next move accented that even further, and that's precisely why he shifted so his next kiss was more at the corner of Jack's mouth, humming as he presses his whole body closer. Working up his hoodie and shamelessly taking in the feel of what lay underneath, he kissed near his ear next, a familiar exhale of hot breath following it.]
Still cool? [Low and seductive in tone it's pretty hideous if anyone happens to be in the area, but with said yolos across the sky who even cares right. Zelos wants to hear him speak, or try to, and the reactions to his touch and the lifting of his hoodie and the pressing of himself into Jack, more of a pin against the wall than even before.
The pun was just for fun.]
"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.]
"GIVE ME AND THE WALL SOME PRIVACY INSTEAD" and ikr I have no icons for these things so you get that
[It's all too clearly amused, his tone, and he chuckles under his breath as his hands slide further up with the hoodie, eventually moving to urge Jack's arms to rise and let him slide it off completely. But not while giving him any space of no attention-- of course not. His head lowers to his chest with a kiss, and then up to his neck where the kiss is more of a nip. As nice as the hands at his neck had been, he couldn't stop and appreciate them when he wanted to keep going so much.]
I could stop.
[Not that he's going to, and that should be clear in the next kiss, also nipping but sucking just a little at his neck as well. He's not really sure a hickey is the best road for firsts for Jack (or how horribly apparent it would end up being) but he can tease at the sensation lightly before moving on to the next patch of skin right?
If Jack does let him take his hoodie off, he presses even more into him against that wall, hands resting at Jack's hips and pulling him closer as well. Impossible close, friction causing close, and as he kisses at his jawline and neck his fingers slip under the waist of his pants and he hums out another moan.]
hahaha and i have none...either...IMPROVISATION ERRWHERE
[There's not really any time to think about that too much, what with Zelos persisting as if there hadn't been any interruption at all. Lips and teeth at his neck again, sucking like--that--and Zelos would be rewarded with a shudder and another soft moan for that. Hands that can't bear keeping idle under an onslaught of sensations find Zelos's shoulders again, clutch there almost desperately as breaths come in shivering gasps.]
--You'd better not. I'd have to hurt you. [It's kind of hilariously pointless trying to even work up a semblance of threatening tone at this point, and the words are low and humming and warm in a way the rest of his body very much isn't--in fact it's getting colder as time goes on, really, the way other people might have been warming up. When it's physically impossible for you to have heat, it's the other logical direction to go in...]
[And then Zelos is pressing impossibly close, stringing kisses all along his jawline and neck, and suddenly Jack wants nothing more than to--well, reciprocate, somehow, even if he really has no idea where he'd even start if he could...just take off that shirt, plant kisses of his own, find his contours and make him shiver. But there's a wall at his back, and he's quite thoroughly pinned now, and Zelos is too stupidly tall in this sort of position (four inches matter a lot ok). Hands slip down a bit and fist into clothing hungrily, doing their fair share to help pull the both of them closer together; hot fingertips brush at his waist, slip under doeskin fabric, and narrow hips shift of their own accord, almost bucking even at that lightest hint of a touch as another ragged gasp of sound leaves parted lips.]
huehuehuehuehuehuehue yes yes good
I didn't think you'd let me do any of this.
[The words are quiet, soft breaths against skin even as he rolls his hips into Jack, pressing him even more into that wall as he slides the pants down further. His head follows with kisses to his chest as he works those off, and though it's probably not clear in his complete expertise with each move and kiss and physical contact-- he's a little nervous. Not about what they're doing itself. But what Jack thinks. Will think later. If things will stay nice like this--
He's not supposed to run this time, so the thoughts are shoved away and replaced by surprisingly comforting words.]
Anything you want or don't like... Just tell me, okay? [That's just in time for him to stand back up after he manages to rid Jack of his clothing, and now he's lifting his own shirt, the black tank dropping to the side before he intertwines the fingers of one of his hands with Jack's, pushing it lightly against the wall as he rocks forward again with yet another kiss to his neck.]
/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.]
they're coming out beautifully don't you worry /GRABS FACE WHILE READING THIS
Even stepping out of that and rolling his hips one more time fully against Jack, trying to evoke that moan yet again-- louder this time, maybe-- he smiles. And now with truly nothing between them it should be very much clear that Zelos does want this. He seems to have no trouble pushing his hips into him in a way that lets his own hardness smooth against sensitive skin, a moan escaping along with it. The smile is mostly to himself with Jack pressed into him like this, what with the height difference and all, but the tone comes across in his voice.]
I haven't even started. [Teasing... And truthful all the same. But he's also trying to get the reassurance across that he won't stop now. Doesn't want to.
Releasing his right hand from Jack's, he slides it down his side instead, running over ribs and bones until he's at his hips and sliding both hands behind him, pulling him closer and for once away from the wall.]
Hold on. [In a quiet but instructing voice he adds that, ducking just enough to lift Jack's legs and... well, pick him up. He figures the guy can hold him around the neck again, and it's no long trip as he turns to the bed.
Now, a bed in a clinic is hardly romantic or anything of the sort, but it should be noted that he is saying something here by changing the location. Normally he'd have no issue against a wall. But this isn't just some normal fling, right?
If all goes well (and he does have the reflexes to assure that, he's confident enough), he'll drop Jack lightly onto the bed, close behind him as he catches himself with his hands over the guy, leaning down to take his lips in another deep kiss as his body rocks down to keep up.]
WELL IF YOU SAY SO we can both mutually clutch our faces forever...!
[Breath already almost run ragged sighs out in a whimper as the hand holding his releases in favor of trailing fingertips down his side, over ash-pale skin and the contours of bones; finding himself being pulled away from the wall isn't so surprising, but finding Zelos ducking down to lift his legs and pick him up is quite startling enough to register even through the exceptionally-preoccupying haze of warm contact.]
[Jack's entire frame stiffens with the surprise of it, though he does at least have the presence of mind to hold the latter around the neck again, more automatically than anything.]
--Hey! What are you--
[Fortunately it isn't a long trip indeed, and it only makes sense that they'd arrive there in pretty short order; Jack probably isn't at all difficult to carry anyway, being a great deal lighter than he even looks (somehow). And so the rest of that question never quite makes it out, as Jack finds himself being set down lightly on a--oh, bed, right, a bed would be a thing... Clinic beds might not have been considered romantic by any stretch of the imagination, but Jack certainly isn't paying something like that any mind at the moment, has practically almost forgotten where they are in the first place. After all, there's just something so completely consuming about the way Zelos kisses, and Jack relaxes into it with an exhale of cold breath and a soft sound.]
[His own temperature's still continuing to drop--something he would have normally been actively trying to regulate properly, except that his concentration's all over the place at the moment; as it is, his skin's cold enough to actually leave some condensation clinging at every point of warm contact. Jack's arms slip down to curl around the man's shoulders, icy fingertips splaying against his back as he tries to pull Zelos down closer, tries to satiate this sudden and hungry need to soak in every bit of this warmth, take it for himself. (It's been so very long and this kind of heat would never be his own to keep, to make--that he'd ever had it before had been the barest distant memory, and now it's right here--)]
this sounds like the best plan to me!! screams at zelos forever
There's no more coherent thought to this. Only feeling and short exclamations of thought, along with the emotions that had managed to slide in past Zelos' barriers. There's the sound of them moving like this, and heavy breathing with moans and sighs as he deepens the kiss, even going so far as to move one hand to run through Jack's hair in a tight grip, tongue searching and curling as he shifts his position over Jack.
It's a slight shift, mainly one that's noticeable as he finally breaks that kiss and grinds down again in a full motion. Skin against skin and hot against cold. The hand not holding him up only moves from Jack's hair now, sliding down and between them. Finding Jack, he wraps his fingers around him even as he thrusts down again for more friction. And his rising brings his fingers trailing up the shaft from underneath and then pressing lightly over the tip as he kisses lightly near his ear.]
Why wouldn't I want to? [It's completely out of breath and half a moan all on its own as he goes back to a comment made earlier just for fun. And then:] How's it feel?
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.]
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He hums into one more kiss on the lips, deep and invasive as he doesn't hesitate to try and steal Jacks' breath away even now. But it's short, and he's pulling his head back so he can observe him more fully now as the rhythm sets into place.
He could comment on plenty of things. Like how he wanted to hear Jack's voice, so yeah he was teasing him when he already knew. But there's something nice about the silence, too. It's not really silence, anyway, with all of these noises, made by Jack and himself and the two of them together.
It felt great, too, and as things set into more of a pace, Zelos gets more into it. The sensitivity to each feeling that this contrast between hot and cold brought, the thrill going up his spine each time their skin touches in some way, even Jack's reactions to his own touches brought him a warm, tingling sensation in his stomach that was only building up.
Leaning his head back down now, he takes Jack's lips in another kiss, gasping and moaning into it. His hand, which had already settled into giving Jack some nice, smooth stroking motions there, added more variation, lighter and rougher alternating touches, presses, tugs, circles... It's been so long since Zelos has been with a man, but it's not hard to know what feels good.]
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[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--]
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Don't worry. [Two simple words, but the tone should carry his feelings enough. And even if it doesn't, as he grinds his hips against him slower this time, almost painfully so, his hand works more to encourage Jack. To draw that feeling out even more until it's to the point he can't take it anymore.
His own feeling is building as well. He raises his head again to get a good enough look at Jack. He really did love how each and every expression and reaction showed so clearly on his face. And those words... Everything feels so open right now. Genuinely so, not fake in the slightest, and Zelos can only feel encouraged by it. Comforted in a way, but right now there's his own physical reactions he's wanting to bring to the top, and so after that slow motion of his hips had finished he went right back to a more normal pace, skin rubbing against skin.]
You can let go. [Those words are more breathy than the last ones, and not so intimately spoken into Jack's ear, but the closeness is in them all the same.]
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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.]
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He's not there yet himself, though, even while terribly close enough, and that shows in the desperate way now he takes the last few motions of his body against Jack's. Paced just right and creating friction in all the right ways and places before he, too, releases and proceeds to ride it out. It's another exchange of hot and cold.
Immediately after it he's moving down without a thought, taking Jack's lips for one last, tired kiss that's unusually deep with emotions from Zelos' side of things. It's not until a few moments after all of that that the motions finally come to a near complete stop and Zelos pulls his hand away to hold himself up on the bed, enough to push himself to the side and wind up on his side next to Jack. The bed's pretty small but he's made do with worse.
He still has to catch his breath, though, and his thoughts, now that they're all coming back to him, so for once there's no immediate witty commentary from Zelos. There's just his tired form refusing to move much further than this, one arm still curled loosely over Jack.]
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[It breaks, of course, eventually, and that's alright too, although it's admittedly a bit jarring when Zelos pulls away just enough to settle more comfortably on his side, taking around half the warmth with him. Jack lets his own arms loosen to let the guy move around, one slipping down to settle at his own side and curl a fist lightly at his chest while the other lingers at the latter's shoulder, fingertips still unwilling to leave warm skin just yet.]
[And for awhile that's all Jack can really manage, being about as tired as Zelos for the moment. It's a pleasantly drained, boneless feeling, odd in itself--he almost never gets this weary unless there's summer involved, which certainly isn't the case here--and there's a stretch of about a minute in which he's content to just lay there, close his eyes. ...Shift focus to regulating his body temperature properly again, as the thought crops up a bit belatedly, and he lines it in tandem with catching his breath. Gasps even out into soft sighs and softer breaths, interspersed with the pale of very light dissipating fog as he pulls in his own cold, equals it with the temperature around them, pulls in some more again.]
[Then, at length, when he's at a point where his skin hopefully isn't at least bitingly frigid anymore, Jack opens his eyes again, tips his head to glance in Zelos's direction. Shifts a bit closer, back into the warmth the other's still forever reliably exuding, and puffs a cool, tired laugh against skin before pressing a very light kiss to his collarbone. That's still a bit shy in itself, actually, even despite everything they'd just done, but--it's still so odd, very vaguely uncertain, being able to just...freely indulge in touching, like this. Physical contact has always frightened him just as much as it's surprised him in the past, more often than not...because he likes it, never has been able to get enough of it, and he's never known how to handle something like that, a problem that seemingly nobody else has.]
[Settling in the crook of Zelos's shoulder and letting those thoughts simmer lightly on a slowly-reviving backburner is alright for now, though. The kiss had taken a bit of energy in itself, after all, and no need to go wasting the rest of it on heavier thinking just yet. ...Not for a little longer.]
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