Jack merely wrapped an arm around Greg when the man collapsed on him, trying to catch his breath while placing feather light kisses along Greg's shoulder. When the man stood up, Jack closed his legs a bit with a soft grunt and shifted a little on the counter, his hair falling into his face a bit as he adjusted his skirt and was glad to find no wet stain on it.
"Damn, indeed," He murmured, looking over at Greg with flushed cheeks and a laugh, his eyes flicking to the mirror to see his lipstick pretty much gone off his lips but still clinging stubbornly to his face around the chin area and his eyemakeup slightly smeared from having closed his eyes so tightly, "Oh, oh, what a beauty," He purred softly, chuckling.