Blake's thick eyebrows were furrowed together into a scowl that was directed off to the side where an innocent broom and dustpan hung on the wall. He expected Jack to retreat at this point. To be reminded of what, exactly, Blake was, and to rethink his impulsive response to Blake's impulsive kiss. This was all just a big mistake that neither of them would talk about. The night where Jack almost had something intimate with a cold blooded slayer of dragons.
Instead of leaving, Jack was warm and came closer, kissed his jaw. Instead of cursing him and all of his kind, Jack called him beautiful. The scowl imprinted on Blake's brow softened and faded away. He turned his head to study Jack. Blake couldn't read any malicious intent in his tone or his eyes. He was... being sincere?
Blake gave a small chuckle, marveling at how things could sometimes turn out when you least expected it. He cupped Jack's face with one rough hand and kept their gazes locked for another moment. Then he kissed him again and slipped easily out of his pants from there, kicking them away. Down the back of Jack's boxers his hand went, finding a nice handful of flesh to grab onto. He'd been wanting to do that particular move for a while now, having watched Jack walk away from him more than a couple times with the last word.