Jordan's white half whined pitifully as Alex began to feed again, desperate and overflowing with so much emotion that it was hard to satisfy him at all while they pulled each other together to try and satisfy their needs. It was like a natural high, sending him spiraling higher and higher with every breath they took and he wanted more, more, more. His fingers twitched in Alex's mouth, whole body shuddering with want while his free hand trailed down and started to massage Alex's thigh; sitting in his lap like he was, Jordan could easily tell they were having an effect and he wanted even more, wanted that next rung on the ladder to carry him further upward.

At the whines and shifting movements, the black half chuckled into the kiss. This was good, they were both right where he wanted them and he was going to keep them there as long as they could last. Freeing his hands momentarily, he took Alex's hips and jerked him back to get a feel for where just their excitement was sparking his own. He broke the kiss for only a moment to drive a light bite in Alex's shoulder before returning to his white half and nibbling at his lips, pulling him in and closer and making sure every single part had been discovered. "Mine," he murmured in every breath between them. "Beautiful, gorgeous, happy, mine, mine, you're mine." It was a growl, his litany devolving into nothing but sounds and motion while he began to rock, gently at first. His hands remained tight on Alex's hips, a strong grip to make sure he stayed where he was and felt every motion.