he doesn't anticipate it - then again, most of connor's various displays of strength are hard to anticipate. he doesn't look nearly as strong as he is, and one minute juno feels weightless before the next he's straddling connor's hips, feeling his hands climb up to hold him in place. the tilt of his head is enough to get juno to press a kiss to his mouth again, bowed over and smoothing palms over perfect collar bones, unmarred shoulders.
he knows connor has some weird stuff going on his mouth (stuff that his hazy mind only recalls in clips and snippets), but it's enough to remember to kiss him for a while, to listen to the faint buzzing hum that surfaces from connor's throat like a static sigh between their lips parting.
juno swears he can taste... electricity. ozone. somewhere. taste the way it smells. ] S'not that hard.
[ a hand braced beside connor's shoulder, hips canted a little forward where he knows the sensitivity of connor's chassis seems to kick up in a realistic way. he won't know until he unbuckles his belt sure, but hey. he touches the center of it and flicks the first part up like that's going to say it all. he lets the sound of it hover in the silence of his own breath, desperate to catch itself because each inhale feels bereft of something more. ]
Could take this off for starters. You're overdressed.
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he doesn't anticipate it - then again, most of connor's various displays of strength are hard to anticipate. he doesn't look nearly as strong as he is, and one minute juno feels weightless before the next he's straddling connor's hips, feeling his hands climb up to hold him in place. the tilt of his head is enough to get juno to press a kiss to his mouth again, bowed over and smoothing palms over perfect collar bones, unmarred shoulders.
he knows connor has some weird stuff going on his mouth (stuff that his hazy mind only recalls in clips and snippets), but it's enough to remember to kiss him for a while, to listen to the faint buzzing hum that surfaces from connor's throat like a static sigh between their lips parting.
juno swears he can taste... electricity. ozone. somewhere. taste the way it smells. ] S'not that hard.
[ a hand braced beside connor's shoulder, hips canted a little forward where he knows the sensitivity of connor's chassis seems to kick up in a realistic way. he won't know until he unbuckles his belt sure, but hey. he touches the center of it and flicks the first part up like that's going to say it all. he lets the sound of it hover in the silence of his own breath, desperate to catch itself because each inhale feels bereft of something more. ]
Could take this off for starters. You're overdressed.
[ it is hot. you're just dumb. ]