he can't help but smirk slightly as he casts his eyes around the room and maps out his steps. it's easier to focus on juno when he follows the path, and there's a lot to focus on. there's the heat of his breath against connor's face. there's the pressure of legs against his waist, a heel digging slightly into his lower back. there's the flush of juno's skin, dilated pupil, parted lips, rising temperature, increased perspiration.
it's arousal, something connor has been able to identify and analyse from the beginning, but it's only recently that he's actually understood it. experienced it.
connor drops juno onto the bed, far enough onto the mattress that he has the space to push juno's legs apart and kneel between them. now, the only contact between their bodies comes from each hand low on each thigh, just above the knees. )
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( so he still has a brain.
he can't help but smirk slightly as he casts his eyes around the room and maps out his steps. it's easier to focus on juno when he follows the path, and there's a lot to focus on. there's the heat of his breath against connor's face. there's the pressure of legs against his waist, a heel digging slightly into his lower back. there's the flush of juno's skin, dilated pupil, parted lips, rising temperature, increased perspiration.
it's arousal, something connor has been able to identify and analyse from the beginning, but it's only recently that he's actually understood it. experienced it.
connor drops juno onto the bed, far enough onto the mattress that he has the space to push juno's legs apart and kneel between them. now, the only contact between their bodies comes from each hand low on each thigh, just above the knees. )
You wanted me to have a good look. Right?