Happiness really was contagious for Zephyr. Even that one little brush against Jack, just following another, even softer. What Jack felt- his pleasure and his want and his awareness of where he stood; that charming little inside smile he had for Pip -it came welling and deep silky. Limned with this something /dark/ against the rest, but then it slipped away. The contrast alone enticed. And hey, who didn't want to know for sure they were directly responsible for turning someone on?

Dude was seriously making his mouth water.

"You're gonna make me lose, arentcha? Woul damn."

Still, he gave Jack every chance to pull away (it was only sporting) before he met him with this kiss that wound out sloppy, breathless and fierce.