luxuriant: (well I tried)
Zelos Wilder ([personal profile] luxuriant) wrote in [community profile] confectionaries2013-05-03 09:31 pm

gently posts

[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.]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (noogies his stupid hair)

[personal profile] gelu 2013-05-23 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
...Maybe surprises aren't always bad things.

[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...
gelu: <user name=corelite> (GESTURE GESTURE GESTURE)

[personal profile] gelu 2013-05-23 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, now that's just rude.]

[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.]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (matryoshka doll metaphors)

[personal profile] gelu 2013-05-27 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, did you really think you'd be getting away that easily, after pulling something like that...! There's something rather satisfying about being able to invoke some form of surprise, from a guy like Zelos, even brief as it might be. And so Jack can't help but smirk back himself, as he lets his staff drop away from the latter's shoulder--the distance between them's already closing quite quickly again, after all, and maybe that had been part of the plan all along, and plan that he hadn't considered enough to really warrant calling it a 'plan' in the least--]

[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....)]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (das cute)

SCREAMS YES WELL Zelos you've unleashed an awful wave of tl;dr SO THAT EVENS THINGS I SUPPOSE.....

[personal profile] gelu 2013-05-28 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.]

[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.]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (welp I'll just be rolling out now)

oh god and now we're in full-out hideous territory I suppose ENDLESS SILENT SHRIEKING......

[personal profile] gelu 2013-05-29 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh--]

[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.]

[ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A NONBELIEVING WALK-IN. AWKWARDEST WALK-IN EVER. DOUBLE YOLOS ALL ACROSS THE SKY.....]
gelu: <user name=illumine> (wgar)

"uh zelos pls stop making out with the wall....." also THAT ICON FFFF

[personal profile] gelu 2013-05-30 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[By all technical means Jack shouldn't have any breath to steal, really. But breathing, while not a necessity, is a comfortable habit by default anyway--and in the endless preoccupying process of trying to figure out how to deal with this veritable wave of sensation and feeling that's already almost overwhelming, his body's currently qualifying breathing as a good way of venting responses; breathlessness could be a response too, and the impression's more than enough to suit Jack for the moment.]

[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.]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (what a long ways down)

hahaha and i have none...either...IMPROVISATION ERRWHERE

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-02 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Peripherally, he's aware of some sort of stepping-stone being crossed here--one that's going to be pretty much impossible to cross back over (just as everything else that's been happening already has just about reached the point of no return), and it is the slightest bit of hesitation as his hoodie's hiked higher and higher and the urging gesture at his arms registers. This is a point of exceptional vulnerability indeed--and it's been a very long time since he's taken off his hoodie, let alone in front of an audience, let alone like this--but Zelos is still there, solid and warm and encouraging, patient and impatient all at once in a weird combination that shows only through gestures that completely contrast his spoken words, kisses and nips that feel like brands. And Jack finds his arms raising, hands slipping with some reluctance from the warmth of the latter's neck; frost crackles and comes away in flakes as the blue fabric passes over his head, slides to the floor in a half-iced bundle.]

[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.]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (welp I'll just be rolling out now)

/flails words around wildly idk FACE IN HANDS.....

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-04 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (noogies his stupid hair)

WELL IF YOU SAY SO we can both mutually clutch our faces forever...!

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-05 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Zelos does manage to evoke another, louder moan with the rolling of his hips; the wave of feeling that follows the movement's almost enough to have Jack sinking back against the wall (as if he weren't thoroughly against it enough already, with how they're pressed close like this), legs momentarily feeling as if they're about to give out under him. And that would have been more than a little awkward, all things considered...but at least it doesn't happen yet, and overall he's distracted enough that he almost doesn't hear Zelos's reply.]

[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--)]
gelu: <user name=corelite> (GESTURE GESTURE GESTURE)

WOW ZELOS......

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-06 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
gelu: <user name=ruddyowls> (wait is this the part where I gotta kiss)

/SLIDES IN HERE MOST BELATEDLY and also breaks this post's hideously-timed 69 comments AH WELL......

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-24 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[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--]
gelu: <user name=gelu> (what a long ways down)

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-25 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
gelu: <user name=illumine> (actually tables are surprisingly comfy)

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-25 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow that last kiss does manage to feel distinctly different from all the other ones--it might have been the circumstances surrounding it, or the tiredness that's mutual for the both of them...but either way there's a closeness to it that's strange and nice and consoling all at once, and Jack finds he does have just enough energy to press back into it as well as he's able.]

[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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creys into drink tbh

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