[ Jim's all too used to people finding him attractive, and he is very much aware of how he looks. He's even pretty vain about it, and he loves the attention and the compliments, but there's something so honest, stripped of any flourish or teasing in the way that Jack reacts when he sees his face, that Jim can't help the tinge of color to his cheeks as he steps closer.
It lingers there, but it certainly doesn't render him a bashful mess. He huffs out a chuckle, head tilting to encourage the touch, his own hands taking hold of Jack's shirt at his sides.
He's definitely read the clues right (little more than clues, more like blatant hits to the face), and Jim makes absolutely no attempt at pulling away, instead leaning in and parting his lips to return the kiss the instant their mouths slot together. ]
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It lingers there, but it certainly doesn't render him a bashful mess. He huffs out a chuckle, head tilting to encourage the touch, his own hands taking hold of Jack's shirt at his sides.
He's definitely read the clues right (little more than clues, more like blatant hits to the face), and Jim makes absolutely no attempt at pulling away, instead leaning in and parting his lips to return the kiss the instant their mouths slot together. ]