[ juno's fingers trail along the metal of the belt's buckle as connor leans up to press his mouth into his collar bone. the sensation feels like a match to dry tinder and he bites his lip as it happens, shifting because he's trying to listen between the rush of his blood in his ears and the frantic desire to just tell connor to shut up and that he's doing fine but...
the sentence comes out and juno's mouth opens a little. ]
Oh.
[ not disparaging or upset. the timbre isn't like that. it's more of an acknowledgement of what's been said. the nuance of it. he stops hovering up on his knees and sits soundly on connor's thighs, arms and hands coming around to keep him sat up further now against him. he leaves the belt buckle alone in favor of touching connor's chest again - circling the very center of it delicately, coming up to dust his skin with his calluses. ]
Is that all?
[ when he gathers himself, shaking his head, a half laugh-slash-not-very-attractive snort edging out of him. ]
God you are... so weird... [ feverish and fond, he lifts a hand to connor's cheek and pats it once, like a weak slap, something out of their first meeting but kinder. ] It's fine.
[ thumb hooking around connor's chin to keep him looking up at him now - to meet his eyes. juno is flushing dark, looking incredulous behind hooded eyes, pressing in close with his body because the contact is what he craves so desperately at this point. ] Can I see?
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the sentence comes out and juno's mouth opens a little. ]
Oh.
[ not disparaging or upset. the timbre isn't like that. it's more of an acknowledgement of what's been said. the nuance of it. he stops hovering up on his knees and sits soundly on connor's thighs, arms and hands coming around to keep him sat up further now against him. he leaves the belt buckle alone in favor of touching connor's chest again - circling the very center of it delicately, coming up to dust his skin with his calluses. ]
Is that all?
[ when he gathers himself, shaking his head, a half laugh-slash-not-very-attractive snort edging out of him. ]
God you are... so weird... [ feverish and fond, he lifts a hand to connor's cheek and pats it once, like a weak slap, something out of their first meeting but kinder. ] It's fine.
[ thumb hooking around connor's chin to keep him looking up at him now - to meet his eyes. juno is flushing dark, looking incredulous behind hooded eyes, pressing in close with his body because the contact is what he craves so desperately at this point. ] Can I see?