[ it takes a blink to register both the weight and temperature of connor's palm against his chest. juno takes a soft gasp, ribs expanding a little as he feels synthetic skin against his own - as real-feeling as anything. it feels... good. good enough that once connor's jacket is gone, he's tugging a little at his shirt now. it wrinkles where juno grabs, untucks, musses.
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You think you're funny.
[ it's not unkindly said, rather, still in that somewhat dreamy voice that juno has seldom, if ever, used in front of connor. he pulls, lets fingers catch in his belt, wandering the line of it, not quite tugging yet simply thumbing the material of it idly as he shifts under the hand, looks down at it. connor's skin is a vast contrast to his own - pale and unmarked saved for the occasional freckle dusting his knuckle. juno's skin dark and scattered with scars - a nick from a knife, a puckered gunshot wound. ]
C'mere... [ it cracks, curious, barely under his breath as he grabs connor's wrist slowly now, leaving one hand on his belt, letting his fingers slide a little against his own, pulling from the center of his chest over a little. he likes that feeling, his skin sliding over his, fingers touching, spread out. he rests connor's hand over his heart, trying to punch its way out of his chest with every second, leaping up into his throat.
his mouth waters a little, and he swallows, finding connor's eyes. the theia remains steady, pupil undilated, glittering green and a number of other colors, while his organic eye stays dark and wide.
juno wets his lips. ] Feels real good... can you put your other hand on me too?
[ he his body shifts closer and he reaches out to grab at fingers that aren't doing anything important. he clutches them in his own and brings them close. doesn't know where to put them so he rests them on his throat where his pulse is fluttering eagerly, breath coming a little faster now. ]
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You think you're funny.
[ it's not unkindly said, rather, still in that somewhat dreamy voice that juno has seldom, if ever, used in front of connor. he pulls, lets fingers catch in his belt, wandering the line of it, not quite tugging yet simply thumbing the material of it idly as he shifts under the hand, looks down at it. connor's skin is a vast contrast to his own - pale and unmarked saved for the occasional freckle dusting his knuckle. juno's skin dark and scattered with scars - a nick from a knife, a puckered gunshot wound. ]
C'mere... [ it cracks, curious, barely under his breath as he grabs connor's wrist slowly now, leaving one hand on his belt, letting his fingers slide a little against his own, pulling from the center of his chest over a little. he likes that feeling, his skin sliding over his, fingers touching, spread out. he rests connor's hand over his heart, trying to punch its way out of his chest with every second, leaping up into his throat.
his mouth waters a little, and he swallows, finding connor's eyes. the theia remains steady, pupil undilated, glittering green and a number of other colors, while his organic eye stays dark and wide.
juno wets his lips. ] Feels real good... can you put your other hand on me too?
[ he his body shifts closer and he reaches out to grab at fingers that aren't doing anything important. he clutches them in his own and brings them close. doesn't know where to put them so he rests them on his throat where his pulse is fluttering eagerly, breath coming a little faster now. ]