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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=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.]
gelu: <user name=icy> (but just between you and me)

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-27 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[For some reason it's a bit unexpected, feeling fingertips lacing into his hair and finding himself being drawn into something that's more of a full and proper hug, for once. Not that Jack's complaining, of course--the warmth returns alongside that gesture, and Jack shifts his other arm to drape idly over Zelos's side, fingertips trailing absently up his spine as he takes in the heat of his skin with every point of contact between them. The movements are practically half-automatic, again, more instinct than anything...but it feels right, while they're still so close like this.]

[He's still feeling a good deal more drained than ought to have been normal, but that's regaining more quickly now, alongside thoughts and focus clearing more and more. And there's that nagging, almost foreboding sense somewhere in the back of his head--the one that knows he's going to have to address this entire situation directly very very soon--but having Zelos here, right now, company that's solid and warm and assuring just by presence alone (he hasn't left yet, hasn't gotten bored or gotten second thoughts)...it's a grounding thing, one that Jack finds he's immensely grateful for.]

[He keeps forgetting he doesn't have to deal with things by himself, anymore.]

[So he shifts fully into the hug, eyes flickering shut, breathing a soft hum along Zelos's jawline; then opens his eyes again, a brush of lashes against the latter's jawline, and there's a second hum with a bit more tone in it this time.]


...Geez, sounds like you've got a hammer in there. [Did your heart just get ten times larger Zelos........but this close that rate is pretty audible. It's a rather strange sort of sensation, actually--as Jack's never been this close to somebody before, and it's honestly been centuries since he last heard a heartbeat that was his own or otherwise--but the sound of it's still hard to mistake for anything else, either way.] You alright?

[It's not necessarily concern--not just yet--a question that's more curious than anything. And with that slightly shaky exhale of yours to accompany it, come to think of it...]
gelu: <user name=gelu> // art @ <user name=rufftoon site=tumblr.com> (excuse me what did you say)

creys into drink tbh

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-29 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah.]

[He'd taken a wrong step somewhere here.]

[Zelos's reply might have been received without half as much of the doubt that Jack suddenly finds himself having, as far as honesty goes--but it's the gestures that Zelos uses to accompany the words that set up red flags in several different places all at once. Jack blinks at the chuckle that accompanies the guy's response initially--a distinctly different chuckle, not at all of Zelos's typical easily-seguing brand, sheepish and somehow less to do with any actual mirth--and it's this that sets the genuine edge off of his next statement about lack of practice. A joke gone awry, not quite placed right. (Jack would know all about those, has made his fair share of them in his lifetime.)]

[But before he can respond to that one way or the other Zelos is already moving, which is more of a surprise; Jack finds himself frowning before he can catch himself, but he lets his arms relax so that the latter can slip free, passing his palms over the now-empty mattress on either side of him before bracing his hands to push himself a bit more upright. And warm skin's well and properly gone, now, and now they're back...at status quo?]

[Jack's not sure why. It must have been something he'd said, he's sure of it--and he'd be lying to say there isn't an unhappy, chagrined note of thought chasing its way through his head now, a nervousness of his own. He'd probably done something wrong, somehow, and--]

[He's looking at Zelos the entire time the guy's moving, sure, but for a bit Jack's so preoccupied that it takes him a moment to notice how the latter's eyes are still fixed on him. ...Alongside a comment like that...]

[And then, quite suddenly and startlingly, it's a wave of acute self-consciousness that he honestly can't remember ever having before.]

[Cheeks flushing (ugh no not again this is just ridiculous), Jack shifts in place, pulls up into a proper sitting position, frame folding in slightly despite himself.]


Uh-- [He runs a hand distractedly through his hair (this doesn't help in the least), and ah, this is all a bit of a mess in more than one respect...] Thanks--I guess... [Had that even been set down as a compliment in the first place? (Well, what else would it have meant?) It's Jack's turn to be a bit sheepish by his own right, though now they're rather effectively sidetracked from the first topic. ...Which is something that Jack is aware of, in a peripheral sort of way. But it's kind of hard to ignore this sort of thing, too, and if Zelos doesn't really want to talk about it anyway, for whatever reason...already messed up once, hasn't he? Man, but he really has no idea what he's--] ...You call that out of practice?

[ADMITTEDLY EQUALLY HIDEOUS ACTUALLY but two can play at this game...! Or attempt to, at any rate. If that's the tact Zelos is really going to be shifting this onto.]

[Which means that Zelos clearly really needs to learn how to express himself in better ways some day, though, with outcomes like these...]
gelu: <user name=gelu> // caps courtesy <user name=chaosbound>! (sounds legit)

[personal profile] gelu 2013-06-29 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well.]

[Wow.]

[Whatever sort of response Jack had been expecting--and he'd been expecting something pretty compromising, one way or the other--this still manages to throw him for a very thorough loop, to say the least. He's already half-prepared to get defensive upon spotting how Zelos's smirk widens in that particular way, but no amount of defensiveness or fortifying of thoughts would have been enough to quite prepare for the way Zelos leans in like that anyway. Close enough for a kiss--close enough for a lot of things--Jack's frame stiffens, breath catching, flush deepening a bit because yes it's quite impossible to miss how those eyes rake over him like that. ...Accompanied by those words and that tone, seriously--?]

[The pat on his cheek just tops things off, really, earns a flinch; and then Zelos is moving away, standing up, wandering off as if a perfectly normal conversation had just been wrapped up.]

[Jack takes a moment to stare after him--rubs one of his shoulders as if that'd be enough to shake off this feeling overall, in the wake of that (because it's silly and stupid and that was so obviously teasing and they'd just finished something already besides, and yet--). ...It doesn't work, and Jack doesn't hesitate to send a proper glare at Zelos's departing back before puffing out a sigh that comes out more of a huff and moving to get off the bed and stand up himself.]


You're terrible, you know that? [GRUMBLED...because clearly that's the best way to divert from the current mixture of awkwardness and uncertainty and irritation that's threatening to have Jack actually vocally question what one's supposed to do now, after...all this. But no, he's not sunk quite that low yet, and he's a quick learner, and--clothes, yeah, clothes seem like a good idea first and foremost. The belated realization that they are still in an active clinic has Jack following Zelos over to that spot fairly promptly to retrieve his share of things...pick up his staff...]

[...Flick the crook at the side of Zelos's head as he goes, if he can get away with it......]