[ His palm flattens out along a chest, feeling out dips and rises just for the sake of it. Jack blinks dreamily, settling closer with the encouragement of being touched doing wonders for his re-building confidence. His hips are already a mild purple in places; tomorrow, he'll have a matching set of fingerprints there to match the array of other love-bites dappled around. ]

No, I mean ... important stuff. [ Jack's smile pecks at his (boyfriend's? teacher's?) lover's lips. ] What's your favorite color? Number? Do you have any old clothes you can't throw away because they're so comfy?

[ Intimate, silly, every-day, wonderful details. ]