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[Pre-Milliways: Dedication Day.]

Jack Benjamin -- or Prince Jonathan of Gilboa, but he won't insist -- steps into the Bar and closes the door on the party behind him. As confusing as it is to find a bar in the palace, he's got a look of eager anticipation.

"What is this place?"

[tiny tag: Jack Benjamin]

[ooc: Adult content shenanigans in the Ganymede thread.]

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"Nearly all of them."

His definition of pleasant, anyway. Silas might disagree.

"That sounds...promising," he says, uncrossing his knees--subtle invitation, or not so subtle depending on interpretation. He rarely tries to play at being very coy.

Jack's gaze takes the movement in, and he meets Ben's eyes.

"Not exactly shy, are you? That's good. I hate shy."

He laughs at that, honestly amused. "No, I'm not very shy." It's been a really long time for him since he managed to be shy without it being an affectation. Once it was natural; now he just feels constricted and anxious when he has to act that way.

"I can be subtler, if you like." The way he's trying to hold back a grin may contradict that, though.

"Oh, no, please, don't be subtle," Jack says with a laugh. "I won't be either. You're pretty cute."

"And you're pretty handsome," he says. "You have a very nice smile." The fact that he's smiling, and not predatorily, is a very good thing. Not that predatory instinct is altogether offputting for him.

"Well, thanks, mister," Jack says, showing off that nice smile.

He'll save predatory for when he needs it.

He pulls a face at that, though it doesn't entirely overshadow his evident pleasure at this conversation. "Mister makes me feel old."

He touches a lock of Ben's hair lightly. "I'm not sure I should call you sweetheart just yet."

Out of habit, he closes his eyes when Jack's fingers touch him, though they open just enough to see right after. "I don't mind being called a lot of things," he says quietly. "If there's a middle ground."

"Lovely boy," Jack tries softly, and pushes his fingers deeper into Ben's hair.

Well that definitely gets a reaction in the form of a soft hum, and a shiver that crawls its way up Ganymede's spine, tilting his head down. "Yes?" he only barely whispers, as much a question as an assent that he likes that.

"Just looking for the middle ground."

"I think you found it," Ganymede murmurs. On his end, at least.

"C'mere," Jack whispers, turning Ben's head toward him. "Gonna kiss you now."

His head turns and tilts to fit against the other's easily, and if Jack knew who Ganymede was, he might understand why. "Be my guest," he whispers back.

He kisses Ben simply, not demanding too much.

Not yet.

It's unexpected for there to be so few demands inherent in a kiss, especially a first kiss, for Ganymede. He responds beautifully as ever, feeling the familiar sort of ache between his shoulderblades when he forgets to breathe in for a moment too long.

Jack breaks it off with a soft laugh. "Hey, it's flattering if I take your breath away, but let's not be literal."

Sure enough, when they part he takes a sharper than average breath, chest expanding before it shakes in an answering laugh. "You made me forget for a minute."

"Well, good God," murmurs Jack, "flattery's gonna get you everywhere, kid."

[ooc: Bedtime.]

Now he can't not chuckle. "It's not flattery. I would have remembered that," says Ganymede. "But perhaps not for a moment longer." In truth he likes forgetting; forgetting that every mortal he knows right now will predecease him by a likely substantial amount. But he just smiles, one hand coming up to cover his face for a passing second.

[ooc: Sleep well.]

Jack takes his hand and kisses the back. Flirting hasn't been this simple since... well, ever.

He smiles at that, and twists his hand to brush a fingertip over the crest of Jack's bottom lip.

"Time stops while we're here, you said?" Jack says softly and licks his lower lip.