Zephyr had every intention of answering with one of his snide little "You thought the silver stuff was ink?". But, that thought went right out of his head. If his skin hadn't been alight otherwise, he almost could have felt it piff out of existence.
But. Jack's mouth.
Jack's tender grip on him.
Jack's tongue moving against his skin, easing against that wet and tender spot underneath his tip that always made his toes squirm.
Jack breathing against him as he moved and he sucked and his lips got so delicious tight.
And Jack still almost kind of holding him up. He coaxed his hand on his side up a little, into the last butterfly and the bloom of silver it hung over. So, there it was, all the clearer.
Jack enjoying himself. Not even that shallow kind of knowing the power he had, but all gone and lost in the moment, close to the swoony lightness he left trickling through Zephyr.
"Know you hear this from all the boys, but you're really- oh god -*really* good."
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But. Jack's mouth.
Jack's tender grip on him.
Jack's tongue moving against his skin, easing against that wet and tender spot underneath his tip that always made his toes squirm.
Jack breathing against him as he moved and he sucked and his lips got so delicious tight.
And Jack still almost kind of holding him up. He coaxed his hand on his side up a little, into the last butterfly and the bloom of silver it hung over. So, there it was, all the clearer.
Jack enjoying himself. Not even that shallow kind of knowing the power he had, but all gone and lost in the moment, close to the swoony lightness he left trickling through Zephyr.
"Know you hear this from all the boys, but you're really- oh god -*really* good."
(OOC: HELL YES POWER! SO MANY HUGS FOR YOU.)