A hand creeps up into Sherr's hair and he settles slightly against him, grinning almost deviantly. Jim pulls back just enough to catch the redness on the other's face. He hums, glances upwards and recites a line.
"Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy. It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on." He goes for another kiss, sinking into it for longer than intended but he can't help himself. "That's a metaphor, yes," Jim breathes through his words, catching his breath.