[ A laugh. That's new. Probably brought on by the drink, but a fun development nonetheless. He's easier to deal with like this, more fun to bat around when he leans into it instead of shying away from every little thing. Coming in from the cold, it feels nice to have hands on him, even as cautious as Irving's.

Jack shrugs his coat to the floor and unwinds the new scarf around his neck, dropping enough weight to feel a little lighter and looser, to make a fist in Irving's shirt and press him against the wall. A knee settles in between his legs - not rough, exactly, he's more interested in getting in close and worming himself into his head than he is dominating him physically (if he even could..) ]

You had your lips wrapped around my dick barely more than an hour ago, if you'll recall. But a kiss is too much for you?

[ There's a smugness to it, almost like it's a threat, but Jack doesn't move to do so. Being so close, nearly chest to chest, and leaving Irving knowing that he could if he were inclined is enough, as he works off the other's trousers. ]