The last of it slid through him in this long, slow wash, the tangles of the words that weren't his and that warm weight on his shoulders.

It didn't go out though, not entirely. It didn't leave him totally empty. There was still the space of that other skin wrapped up with his and that dreamy distance elsewhere outside of himself before he quite came back to his own senses.

Still snickering. Jack's sweat rubbed off salt and some cologne he didn't know on his lips which came to a kiss for the places he'd bitten him bruised and their bodies parting, one last wet smack, his breath still catching even in that.

With that, he quite egregiously crawled into Jack's arms.