The fire pushed the warmth in Anael's lungs higher, until it was more like banked heat just waiting to catch on and spread. Anael shifted his leg away from between Jack's, so his legs could now bracket his hips, causing their erections to slide together as he pushed a hand back into Jack's hair. He poured a hum of assent into the kiss, assent to both the kiss itself, and the sentiment Jack had just voiced, and the angel rolled his hips, giving them both wonderful friction.