[Agreeing each step of the way, yet he's somehow managed to remain a thorn in McGillis's side. He almost laughs at his impossibility, but he's already swept up in the dizzying depths of his touch, reaching in with complete abandon.
It shuts him up at first, being kissed so deeply so fast, but the invasion between his thighs urges a soft sound right back out of him. Jeremiah lets himself go down, opening to the touch and reaching back, settling his hips to fit together. The hand on his shoulder squeezes, but he can't resist the urge to surge back up into that hair of his. It's not the same with gloves, the locks nearly slip right through his fingers unless he holds on properly.
Jeremiah doesn't pull, though, just holds on. McGillis backs him to the rail and he just grunts softly through his nose, a faint, dulled clunk when his spine hits metal, even through the layers of his clothes. Which, frankly, are definitely too much at this point, but he'll suffer a moment longer to keep from pulling away. Opening the floodgates is dangerous, it's never not dangerous, because Jeremiah will dive in every time the water looks good. It's exceedingly easy to end up lost.
Canting his hips slightly, Jeremiah presses back, curious as to what there is to feel through his suit. The garment is frustrating in a sense because it's hard to get the leverage he wants with no excess fabric to wrap in his fist, but the tightness offers no barrier to mapping every curve of his muscle, his bones.]
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It shuts him up at first, being kissed so deeply so fast, but the invasion between his thighs urges a soft sound right back out of him. Jeremiah lets himself go down, opening to the touch and reaching back, settling his hips to fit together. The hand on his shoulder squeezes, but he can't resist the urge to surge back up into that hair of his. It's not the same with gloves, the locks nearly slip right through his fingers unless he holds on properly.
Jeremiah doesn't pull, though, just holds on. McGillis backs him to the rail and he just grunts softly through his nose, a faint, dulled clunk when his spine hits metal, even through the layers of his clothes. Which, frankly, are definitely too much at this point, but he'll suffer a moment longer to keep from pulling away. Opening the floodgates is dangerous, it's never not dangerous, because Jeremiah will dive in every time the water looks good. It's exceedingly easy to end up lost.
Canting his hips slightly, Jeremiah presses back, curious as to what there is to feel through his suit. The garment is frustrating in a sense because it's hard to get the leverage he wants with no excess fabric to wrap in his fist, but the tightness offers no barrier to mapping every curve of his muscle, his bones.]