[ connor leans in closer like he's got a secret to share, and for a minute, juno isn't sure what to do with his hands until an errant bit of his hair falls forward. that's the ticket: burying his fingers in his hair (is it real? is it fake? some combination of both? does it grow naturally or does he just make it look like that? probably rude to ask.) he lets thumbs slide over his temples, pulling his face in closer as a hand skims down his chest, touches where his nipple peaks and leaves him open mouthed as he brushes lips to the corner of connor's jaw.
skin... it just tastes like skin against his lips, the very tip of his tongue as he kisses along his jaw, his throat, fingers curling his hair and keeping him close.
there's a faint thrumming to connor's skin, like it's alive with electricity all along the surface. he licks a stripe like he can taste it, but really just wants the satisfaction of curiosity. and maybe it'll do something for him. or maybe it won't. trial and error, hunches and guesses. it's all relative whether you're vertical or horizontal. ]
Sounds good.
[ he lifts a knee up and presses it against connor's hip. he knows he won't be able to move him just like that, but it's an indicator. he knows that connor's holding himself up, knows he's keeping himself from completely falling down on juno's body.
but he's got a solution. ]
Get on your back, [ rushed, a whisper against connor's mouth, which feels soft and weirdly... real, before he kisses him. he wasn't going to, but it's right there as he levels their eyes. and he adds another kiss for good measure. and another. and a fourth that lasts longer than the other three. ] I got you.
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skin... it just tastes like skin against his lips, the very tip of his tongue as he kisses along his jaw, his throat, fingers curling his hair and keeping him close.
there's a faint thrumming to connor's skin, like it's alive with electricity all along the surface. he licks a stripe like he can taste it, but really just wants the satisfaction of curiosity. and maybe it'll do something for him. or maybe it won't. trial and error, hunches and guesses. it's all relative whether you're vertical or horizontal. ]
Sounds good.
[ he lifts a knee up and presses it against connor's hip. he knows he won't be able to move him just like that, but it's an indicator. he knows that connor's holding himself up, knows he's keeping himself from completely falling down on juno's body.
but he's got a solution. ]
Get on your back, [ rushed, a whisper against connor's mouth, which feels soft and weirdly... real, before he kisses him. he wasn't going to, but it's right there as he levels their eyes. and he adds another kiss for good measure. and another. and a fourth that lasts longer than the other three. ] I got you.