"A little gazza might have to wait until he looks less like death, mm? I need you fresh for such torments." He cradles the side of Jacks' skull in his palm, fingers curling and catching along his scalp easily. He has long since memorized the shape of him, what makes him shiver and sigh, what makes him blush. There's a gentle tug as he pulls Jack up for a slow, close lipped kiss. All barest brushes of skin on skin and faint washes of breath before he pulls back.

"It is simpler for you to enjoy them when you are not already miserable, mm?"