[It's just as likely to have been a gakuran but whatever his top is is entirely unimportant right now, and so it's easily spread aside as soon as Jay makes the effort to get rid of it. Details his dream is hanging on to: probably the fact that he still tastes like alcoholic freeze pop. He shivers from a combination of adrenaline and pleasure, not taking long to get a bit overwhelmed and having to pull back--though there's not much room to--breathing hard almost entirely because of the intensity at this point. Despite that, his own hands reach to trace a path under Jay's clothes, fingers dipping just below the waist of Jay's pants.]