It's the mixture of alcohol and emotions that makes Sora immune to the fact they're in mostly-public, too. (Though considering it's New Year's and plenty of people here are drunk or high already, who was likely to notice too much, or for that matter even care?) And while he's not someone who shuns physical contact by any stretch of the imagination, he's also never been this close with someone, kissing like this, or touching like this, and the fact that Jamie's clearly enjoying it as much as he is makes it all the better. The sensations and emotions both are near overwhelming, especially if he thinks too much. So he just. Doesn't.

He doesn't think too hard on any of it, and instead lets his feelings, instinct, his heart guide him and tell him what to do. As far as he knows, it's never steered him wrong before. And he easily lets Jamie take lead again any time it seems like he wants to. There's no fight here, no competition, just a desire on Sora's part to see his friend feeling good. To see him happy, satisfied... even loved. Along with a growing need to be the cause of that, to be the one to give him those feelings. It's a need that grows louder as each second passes, until it's bordering on deafening, drowning out everything else.

He does his best to satiate it by mapping out easily accessible skin with his hands, trying to focus on and memorize Jamie's reactions to places that are touched -- along his back, his sides, his chest, his neck -- to find the best possible one. And by kissing him deeper too, as much as he's able, as much as he can figure out how, through lack of experience and drunkenness. But it's still not really enough.