That was. Nice. It really felt good. But strange. This sort of quiet touching usually, in his recent experience, if it lasted long, built to something more frantic. But he got the feeling Jack wouldn't ask for more than this, on his own. Or the calm came after they'd both gotten what they wanted, and they could finally, finally stop their constant push and pull.
He pushed his hands under Jack's coat, ran his hands down his shirt, and then slipped then to curl around Jack's back. Going with the light touches for a while.
"Question. The script? Gallifreyian, obviously. But did he teach you to write in on him? Or is that something you came up with?" he asked quietly.