Though JC wasn't fragile, he thoroughly enjoyed such a gentle handling, collapsing onto Judas as he took every little lesson and built upon it. JC thoroughly enjoyed himself, fingers stroking down Judas' long neck and nails lightly scratching his scalp between the dreads. They kissed until his lips ached and JC found himself grinning happily down at Judas, shirt still open and one shoulder bare from the wriggling. He propped his cheek up on one palm, his smile turning more thoughtful as he contemplated what they had just done.

"Thank you," he cooed, half breathless, lips a deep coral red. "I feel... I feel like I might just burst. Is it always like this?"

JC didn't think so. And that was a shame. Human beings should spend more time just kissing each other.