( connor's hands had settled quite comfortably on juno's thighs, but when the other man starts moving to shift his pants down his hips connor has to find a new place to touch. his hands skate up to his hips, move to his waist, run up his chest. moving higher and higher in a perfect mirror to juno's travel south.
his drive is reacting a little differently - juno craves the touch, skin burning under connor's hands as he seeks the contact. connor, conveniently, just wants to touch. he works hard to keep his hands in contact with juno's skin near constantly as they shift around one another to shed the last of his clothes. )
It's okay.
( connor hums softly, skin still buzzing slightly where juno had pressed his lips along his torso. he can feel each point of contact and it takes work to keep his skin intact.
that would be too much, even with how well this is going so far. )
I want- yes.
( it's hard to string the words together, processors whirring hard to dismiss the constant pop ups appearing in his UI to detail every single aspect of the situation from the movements to the environment.
a list of fibre blends used in the sheets under his back appears at the exact time a notification informs him of the thumb pressing into his thigh, as a flashing sign informs connor of the break down of components making up the saliva tracing juno's lips.
it's a lot.
so he clears them all and moves his hands. one brushes along juno's shoulders, curls around his biceps and just holds. the other moves to juno's hair, tangling his fingers in and gripping lightly. not enough to hurt, but enough that he can feel it. )
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his drive is reacting a little differently - juno craves the touch, skin burning under connor's hands as he seeks the contact. connor, conveniently, just wants to touch. he works hard to keep his hands in contact with juno's skin near constantly as they shift around one another to shed the last of his clothes. )
It's okay.
( connor hums softly, skin still buzzing slightly where juno had pressed his lips along his torso. he can feel each point of contact and it takes work to keep his skin intact.
that would be too much, even with how well this is going so far. )
I want- yes.
( it's hard to string the words together, processors whirring hard to dismiss the constant pop ups appearing in his UI to detail every single aspect of the situation from the movements to the environment.
a list of fibre blends used in the sheets under his back appears at the exact time a notification informs him of the thumb pressing into his thigh, as a flashing sign informs connor of the break down of components making up the saliva tracing juno's lips.
it's a lot.
so he clears them all and moves his hands. one brushes along juno's shoulders, curls around his biceps and just holds. the other moves to juno's hair, tangling his fingers in and gripping lightly. not enough to hurt, but enough that he can feel it. )
Touch me.