Jean-Claude will get a glimpse of Jon licking his lips before he places his own palm in Jean-Claude's and allows himself to be guided down. It doesn't feel like his legs are going to collapse under him anymore but he's still grateful for the support; mostly for not having to figure out how to fold himself against the other man. His body is all tension as he leans back, but he does let out a long sigh as his limbs sinks into the water.

"I don't think I've taken a proper bath since I was a child," he murmurs thoughtlessly. Muscle by muscle the tension bleeds out of him, leaving him flush with Jean-Claude's chest. The sheer wealth of skin contact makes Jon tense again, but only briefly. It's very... noticeable, how much more substantive Jean-Claude's body is opposed to Jon's. Of course, it's Jean-Claude's overwhelming nature that fascinates Jon.

"I didn't think I'd ever be seduced through my stomach," he huffs.