He got one though, just whispered as Zephyr stroked his fingers through his hair. "No wires there, so you gotta gimme..."

Jack blew on him again, much closer and followed by this dart of his tongue just over Zephyr's tip; just before he took a deep breath and there the nearness of his lips and the latenight radio rush of how all of this came to Jack. It's own kind of pleasure despite that sharpness of his need.

Zephyr rubbed his rings against his own mouth and it still wasn't, still wasn't half as all that Jack.