[ a sense of humor. never seems to fail connor at the strangest times. it gets a soft laugh out of juno as he falls back against the bed, feeling warmth spread his knees, palms pressing on his thighs. he props himself up slowly on his elbows, pressing an ankle into connor's hip idly as he adjusts, looking down at him, wanting badly to pull fingers through his hair again. ]
I know you. Gotta be thorough about everything.
[ a muscle in his thigh jumps a little at the attention, or lack thereof elsewhere. if it wasn't clear before, it's incredibly clear now, thighs spread and nowhere to really hide, that he's hard and the head of his cock is pressing up against the band of the lingerie, leaking pre and darkening fabric.
he flattens his palms out on the sheets, leaning fully back on his elbows. ]
Tell me what's on your mind right now. What's first?
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I know you. Gotta be thorough about everything.
[ a muscle in his thigh jumps a little at the attention, or lack thereof elsewhere. if it wasn't clear before, it's incredibly clear now, thighs spread and nowhere to really hide, that he's hard and the head of his cock is pressing up against the band of the lingerie, leaking pre and darkening fabric.
he flattens his palms out on the sheets, leaning fully back on his elbows. ]
Tell me what's on your mind right now. What's first?