Hands stroked over his love’s sides, giving his hips a squeeze and sighing before pressing into a kiss. It was mainly just to reassure himself, but hopefully Jack could take something away from it too. “W - Well he didn’t exactly… Enjoy the idea of two men being together. N - Not that I would lose what we have here because of him. Not in a million years. But he’d — He’d think so badly of me.” Another quick kiss pressed to his lips before Luther managed a smile, trying to stay lighthearted. “It’s just me being silly is all. He’s dead. I shouldn’t be thinking about it.”
Each kiss they shared, Jack took something from it. This one was no different than the others. A hand came up, fingers resting on the back of his neck, kneading gently as he listened, shaking his head slightly. Though that might have just been because where he came from, sex hardly mattered anymore. He leaned back a little after the second kiss, looking at him. "Well clearly it's bothering you, or you wouldn't be. What caused it to come up?"
