[ juno wrinkles his nose just a little bit. connor walked his ass into his place with the intention of asking about bath bombs. he'd go off right now, but he'll save it for a little later. he's... he doesn't mind answering connor's weird questions about humanity and the whys and whats of it, but sometimes.
sometimes these questions are so ridiculous.
in any case, he sits on his hip just a little bit, taking in the question that connor asks now, his eyes finally on juno's, which is a bit of a relief because juno was starting to feel like he'd have to give the guy a little bit of a slap to the face. manners and all. ]
I... wear it whenever I feel like it.
[ that's vague enough. chin up, fingers closing just a little tighter on the fabric. ]
Why? [ a beat, another joke: ] Now you plan on getting x-ray vision or something, huh?
X-ray vision would be incredibly useful when investigating cases. ( connor points out. there's finally a shade of the snarky humour he actually executes reasonably well, but it's light and barely there.
honestly this has throw connor for a loop and he's really not sure how he's supposed to recover.
his fingers flex slightly, fidgeting with nothing and he considers finding something to occupy his hands. only the problem is, the only prompt he's being given for occupying his hands is 'Reach Out And Touch Lace'. he dismisses it a few times but it stubbornly remains, refusing to be replaced by something more appropriate.
his arm moves forward, hand reaches and then he stops, hesitates and drops his hand back to his side. shoves it into the pocket of his jeans just to be safe. )
[ initially? juno isn't sure how to answer that question, fingers just loosening up a little on the fabric. maybe he's evaluating how he feels. that's the only proper course in his mind to go through aside from "how do i duck past him and lock myself in the bathroom until he leaves?" he thumbs the lace for a moment slowly, watching connor reach and then stuff his hand into his pocket. ]
Feels nice after a long day. Yeah.
[ polite. ]
You want to touch it.
[ not a question. an assumption. a fact. he slides his other hand down to take the base of the robe - not long at all, cutting just below his hip and sheer as hell so the only thing it's really good for is feeling nice and looking stunning on its own. he holds it up in his fingers, pressing his lips together in a soft line. ]
logically, clinically, he's never actually touched pieces of clothing like this before and it's a new learning experience. curiosity genuinely does account for at least a fraction of the desire that keeps pushing the 'Touch Lace' prompt every few seconds.
but he can't deny that there's something more to it too. he's captivated, eyes roaming every time the prompt resurfaces before he remembers some basic shred of manners. it's a bit late now but still, he should at least try to keep up appearances. )
Yes.
( is all he says in response. he hovers, hesitates for exactly six seconds and then steps forward, further into the room, and swings the door shut behind him. it clicks closed softly - of course he can calibrate his movements to the exact amount of pressure needed to close a door without slamming it - but they're both so silent that the sound feels loud all the same. )
Is this okay?
( he asks finally, hand dropping out of the pocket as he reaches out towards the robe. he hasn't actually touched it yet, he's just hovering his fingers an inch or so away from the material, but god he hopes juno says yes. )
[ simple as that. juno swallows, and it hangs in his throat, breath a little tight in his chest as he glances from the shut door to connor standing in front of him, hand hovering. juno takes a measured step closer, letting go of both sides of his robe and allowing it to hang loose and open, which feels a little more exposing than he means for it to.
but he's already here, right? already this far?
he reaches out and takes connor's hands, both of them, without any kind of prompting. he's taking too long and juno's skin is prickling with anticipation, a vague memory of what connor's fingertips feel like ghosting over his skin, demanding. one hand on his hip where the robe gathers until connor's fingers, the other hand on his chest, where the dip of the bralette spreads over his chest. ]
( had juno offered? connor runs through the interaction up until that point, a task that he completes in less than a fraction of a second. fast enough that his LED doesn't even have the chance to flicker, fast enough that it doesn't halt his hands resting against juno's skin, or change the expression on connor's face at all.
maybe he had. connor doesn't do so well with implicit permission, even with all the social relation programming and micro-expression analysis cyberlife could possibly pack into one android. explicit consent is much more his speed, and once juno gives that-
well, he certainly isn't shy.
he doesn't exactly crowd juno but he certainly comes in much closer, fingers running gently against the material before he slips it under the robe to loosely grip his hip under the robe. the hand at his chest presses with more intent, and then he pulls it away. he runs his fingertips against the edge of the bralette, right where the lace meets his skin. once he reaches the highest point he curls a finger under the strap running across his chest. he tugs it lightly, letting it snap back against juno's skin. )
I've never noticed this type of clothing before, ( he comments in a quiet voice, rubbing little circles over the point where the strap snapped into his skin with the pad of his thumb. ) but seeing you in this...I think I've begun to understand the appeal.
Best part about it is that you don't notice it 'til someone wants you to notice it.
[ and while connor walking in on him hadn't been anticipated in the slightest, the fact that he literally reset in the middle of the doorway has juno just a little giddy with the idea that he did that. seldom does he preen, but when he does there's a smile that reaches his eyes, slight as it may be on his lips. ]
Didn't really plan on it, but now that you're here... I want you to have a good look.
[ the last bit tapers off softly, the shoulders of the robe slipping off to his arms just a little. he rests his fingers on connor's forearms, feeling the warmth from where the snap of elastic had bitten his skin, enough to make him stand a little more at attention now, heat pooling slightly in his belly. his hips sway forward just a little bit closer. ]
You gonna share with the class? What's the appeal?
[ hands sliding up, rising on tip toe, resting his arms lightly against connor's shoulders. he feels bold. it makes him feel bold. ]
( the position of his hand on juno's hip works perfectly to allow connor to rub his thumb along the waist of the underwear, before settling in the slight hollow of his hip bone. )
I'm...not exactly sure I know. ( he admits, edging a little closer to juno. there's still a good few inches of distance between them, but it's the space needed for connor to keep exploring the lingerie with his hands. right now that's where his priorities lie, a sacrifice he's willing to make.
dipping his head, connor presses a kiss against juno's neck, high up at the point where it just about meets his jaw. he hums, considering, and then parts his lips enough to suck at the skin under his mouth. it's gentle, all of his actions are gentle, but he squeezes at his hip with some insistence. ) The colour against your skin, maybe. Or the lace. It's so...delicate.
( as he says delicate he pushes the edge of the bralette down until a nipple is exposed, rubs a thumb against it, digs his teeth in a little at the neck, and dedicates at least half his processing capacity to just listening. )
[ juno doesn't anticipate what comes next - connor's mouth on his throat, his thumb against his skin, rubbing soft circles around a peaking nipple. he tilts his head a little in response, eyes fluttering half shut as he lets out a sigh. an "oh" sneaks out, lingers as his thumbs dig into connor, holding on just a little faster than before.
he lets connor take his time, figures it's... it's good for him in a way, to explore the sensation, and juno doesn't want it to stop any time soon so they both win in this situation really. he gives himself over to his body for a few moments, breaths coming out in soft huffs and hips pressing up close, thighs parting a little more and arousal more than obvious. the idea that connor can probably tell makes it all the more thrilling. ]
Could even be both if you want... don't have to pick one or the other. [ a strained whisper before juno presses in closer - to the hands, to connor's mouth biting and sucking a mark into his skin. he pulls his head away only to hook an arm fully around his neck and kiss him square on the mouth, desperate while the little bruise on his throat sings out, freshly made.
it's hungry, lips parted, tip of his nose brushing connor's as he pulls back a little, lashes low. ]
( he'd say something to that, only juno kisses him before he really has the chance to come up with a response. he should have, his processors are clearly lagging but it doesn't concern him right now. there's a lot to take in. connor kisses back, and it's easy to sink into the kiss and match juno's pace.
connor holds his hip a moment longer before sliding it around to the curve of his back. it's no effort at all to tug until juno stumbles closer to connor, until his body meets connor's at the thighs, hips, stomach. a thumb grazes against his nipple again, circling the small nub, and then he pinches.
it's surprisingly hard, distinctly harder than any of his actions have been up until this point, but almost as soon as he's done it the hand roams again. this time down, passing the bralette and coming to a stop on his other hip. )
Wrap your legs around me, please. ( he says, voice low and quiet, and that's all the warning juno gets before connor's hands slide down to his thighs, and once they find a decent grip he's lifting juno up easily, like it's no effort at all. )
[ his head is somewhere ten seconds prior still, warm and hungry, fingers gripping into connor's clothing. the request barely registers until he's up with connor's hands on his thighs, lifting him up. he realizes just what he needs to do and presses his thighs and knees close to connor's hips and waist, locking bare ankles behind him and holding on.
the friction against him is enough to draw out a few huffs of excitement, fingers now holding onto the collar of his shirt. he wets his lips a little, thumbing the line of connor's throat.
a little breathlessly, flush deep on his face, excitement lighting up his eyes: ]
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. )
[ 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?
( it's probably not the most comfortable thing in the world to have someone kneeling between your legs and literally just staring at your dick, but connor can't help himself. reactions from the body are a thing of great interest to him though, and there's few things that react as visually.
( and part of it is probably to do with his own genital situation, but it's an afterthought, not even fully formed into words across his UI )
connor slides his hand down to the twitching muscle, pressing in slightly to feel it flutter under his palm. )
Your heart rate has increased. ( are these the details you want, juno? he's conscious not to let his voice slip into something more mechanical, at least. ) And your core temperature. You're enjoying this. I want..
( he pauses on the word, hums softly, trying to string together the words. want is still a difficult concept for him at times, too new for him to really understand fully.
he leans in, slides his hand under juno's knee and lifts the leg just a little. a soft brush of his lips against the side of the knee follows, and then he touches his tongue to the skin. licks a perfectly straight line up to the kneecap. grazes his teeth against the edge of the bone there.
connor tilts his head until he can rest his cheek against the leg he's holding, eyes moving back to fix on juno's. ) I think I want to see how much you can enjoy.
[ connor telling him what his heart is doing, how warm he feels. it should sound weird, but coming from him, it stirs up a weird little hiccup in the center of his chest, deepening like a hand reaching downwards. no. it's just connor. that's how he is and it's part of his...
charm?
maybe.
his mouth is warm, though. there's no breath, but his lips are a comfortable temperature, soft too, wet from the kiss he'd given him. for a moment, juno revels in the feeling of it, eyes closing a little as he looks away and feels the way he's shifted so that connor can press teeth to his knee, drag it down, kiss the sensitive skin there covered in scars. a nick from a knife years ago. an old patch from falling down as a kid, one that never quite healed.
juno's eyes eventually open as he speaks, and he reaches down to graze a thumb over connor's cheekbone, acknowledgement as he tries to think of what to say next. and it's dizzying, really. what does he say? "okay" seems too informal, but anything else feels like too much. it doesn't stop him, though, doesn't stop either of them and he suddenly feels acutely aware of how hard his heart is pounding and how hungry he is for more of connor's mouth. ]
Do your worst. [ half a beat, mouth open because, well - ] You know what I mean. Not like... actually your worst. Because that'd be bad. [ juno steel you're so fucking stupid. ] Please tell me you get it...
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sometimes these questions are so ridiculous.
in any case, he sits on his hip just a little bit, taking in the question that connor asks now, his eyes finally on juno's, which is a bit of a relief because juno was starting to feel like he'd have to give the guy a little bit of a slap to the face.
manners and all. ]
I... wear it whenever I feel like it.
[ that's vague enough. chin up, fingers closing just a little tighter on the fabric. ]
Why? [ a beat, another joke: ] Now you plan on getting x-ray vision or something, huh?
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honestly this has throw connor for a loop and he's really not sure how he's supposed to recover.
his fingers flex slightly, fidgeting with nothing and he considers finding something to occupy his hands. only the problem is, the only prompt he's being given for occupying his hands is 'Reach Out And Touch Lace'. he dismisses it a few times but it stubbornly remains, refusing to be replaced by something more appropriate.
his arm moves forward, hand reaches and then he stops, hesitates and drops his hand back to his side. shoves it into the pocket of his jeans just to be safe. )
Does it feel good?
( because that's so much better than touching. )
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Feels nice after a long day. Yeah.
[ polite. ]
You want to touch it.
[ not a question. an assumption. a fact. he slides his other hand down to take the base of the robe - not long at all, cutting just below his hip and sheer as hell so the only thing it's really good for is feeling nice and looking stunning on its own. he holds it up in his fingers, pressing his lips together in a soft line. ]
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logically, clinically, he's never actually touched pieces of clothing like this before and it's a new learning experience. curiosity genuinely does account for at least a fraction of the desire that keeps pushing the 'Touch Lace' prompt every few seconds.
but he can't deny that there's something more to it too. he's captivated, eyes roaming every time the prompt resurfaces before he remembers some basic shred of manners. it's a bit late now but still, he should at least try to keep up appearances. )
Yes.
( is all he says in response. he hovers, hesitates for exactly six seconds and then steps forward, further into the room, and swings the door shut behind him. it clicks closed softly - of course he can calibrate his movements to the exact amount of pressure needed to close a door without slamming it - but they're both so silent that the sound feels loud all the same. )
Is this okay?
( he asks finally, hand dropping out of the pocket as he reaches out towards the robe. he hasn't actually touched it yet, he's just hovering his fingers an inch or so away from the material, but god he hopes juno says yes. )
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[ simple as that. juno swallows, and it hangs in his throat, breath a little tight in his chest as he glances from the shut door to connor standing in front of him, hand hovering. juno takes a measured step closer, letting go of both sides of his robe and allowing it to hang loose and open, which feels a little more exposing than he means for it to.
but he's already here, right? already this far?
he reaches out and takes connor's hands, both of them, without any kind of prompting. he's taking too long and juno's skin is prickling with anticipation, a vague memory of what connor's fingertips feel like ghosting over his skin, demanding. one hand on his hip where the robe gathers until connor's fingers, the other hand on his chest, where the dip of the bralette spreads over his chest. ]
Don't be shy about it.
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maybe he had. connor doesn't do so well with implicit permission, even with all the social relation programming and micro-expression analysis cyberlife could possibly pack into one android. explicit consent is much more his speed, and once juno gives that-
well, he certainly isn't shy.
he doesn't exactly crowd juno but he certainly comes in much closer, fingers running gently against the material before he slips it under the robe to loosely grip his hip under the robe. the hand at his chest presses with more intent, and then he pulls it away. he runs his fingertips against the edge of the bralette, right where the lace meets his skin. once he reaches the highest point he curls a finger under the strap running across his chest. he tugs it lightly, letting it snap back against juno's skin. )
I've never noticed this type of clothing before, ( he comments in a quiet voice, rubbing little circles over the point where the strap snapped into his skin with the pad of his thumb. ) but seeing you in this...I think I've begun to understand the appeal.
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[ and while connor walking in on him hadn't been anticipated in the slightest, the fact that he literally reset in the middle of the doorway has juno just a little giddy with the idea that he did that. seldom does he preen, but when he does there's a smile that reaches his eyes, slight as it may be on his lips. ]
Didn't really plan on it, but now that you're here... I want you to have a good look.
[ the last bit tapers off softly, the shoulders of the robe slipping off to his arms just a little. he rests his fingers on connor's forearms, feeling the warmth from where the snap of elastic had bitten his skin, enough to make him stand a little more at attention now, heat pooling slightly in his belly. his hips sway forward just a little bit closer. ]
You gonna share with the class? What's the appeal?
[ hands sliding up, rising on tip toe, resting his arms lightly against connor's shoulders. he feels bold. it makes him feel bold. ]
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I'm...not exactly sure I know. ( he admits, edging a little closer to juno. there's still a good few inches of distance between them, but it's the space needed for connor to keep exploring the lingerie with his hands. right now that's where his priorities lie, a sacrifice he's willing to make.
dipping his head, connor presses a kiss against juno's neck, high up at the point where it just about meets his jaw. he hums, considering, and then parts his lips enough to suck at the skin under his mouth. it's gentle, all of his actions are gentle, but he squeezes at his hip with some insistence. ) The colour against your skin, maybe. Or the lace. It's so...delicate.
( as he says delicate he pushes the edge of the bralette down until a nipple is exposed, rubs a thumb against it, digs his teeth in a little at the neck, and dedicates at least half his processing capacity to just listening. )
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he lets connor take his time, figures it's... it's good for him in a way, to explore the sensation, and juno doesn't want it to stop any time soon so they both win in this situation really. he gives himself over to his body for a few moments, breaths coming out in soft huffs and hips pressing up close, thighs parting a little more and arousal more than obvious. the idea that connor can probably tell makes it all the more thrilling. ]
Could even be both if you want... don't have to pick one or the other. [ a strained whisper before juno presses in closer - to the hands, to connor's mouth biting and sucking a mark into his skin. he pulls his head away only to hook an arm fully around his neck and kiss him square on the mouth, desperate while the little bruise on his throat sings out, freshly made.
it's hungry, lips parted, tip of his nose brushing connor's as he pulls back a little, lashes low. ]
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connor holds his hip a moment longer before sliding it around to the curve of his back. it's no effort at all to tug until juno stumbles closer to connor, until his body meets connor's at the thighs, hips, stomach. a thumb grazes against his nipple again, circling the small nub, and then he pinches.
it's surprisingly hard, distinctly harder than any of his actions have been up until this point, but almost as soon as he's done it the hand roams again. this time down, passing the bralette and coming to a stop on his other hip. )
Wrap your legs around me, please. ( he says, voice low and quiet, and that's all the warning juno gets before connor's hands slide down to his thighs, and once they find a decent grip he's lifting juno up easily, like it's no effort at all. )
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[ his head is somewhere ten seconds prior still, warm and hungry, fingers gripping into connor's clothing. the request barely registers until he's up with connor's hands on his thighs, lifting him up. he realizes just what he needs to do and presses his thighs and knees close to connor's hips and waist, locking bare ankles behind him and holding on.
the friction against him is enough to draw out a few huffs of excitement, fingers now holding onto the collar of his shirt. he wets his lips a little, thumbing the line of connor's throat.
a little breathlessly, flush deep on his face, excitement lighting up his eyes: ]
Where're we going?
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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?
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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?
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( and part of it is probably to do with his own genital situation, but it's an afterthought, not even fully formed into words across his UI )
connor slides his hand down to the twitching muscle, pressing in slightly to feel it flutter under his palm. )
Your heart rate has increased. ( are these the details you want, juno? he's conscious not to let his voice slip into something more mechanical, at least. ) And your core temperature. You're enjoying this. I want..
( he pauses on the word, hums softly, trying to string together the words. want is still a difficult concept for him at times, too new for him to really understand fully.
he leans in, slides his hand under juno's knee and lifts the leg just a little. a soft brush of his lips against the side of the knee follows, and then he touches his tongue to the skin. licks a perfectly straight line up to the kneecap. grazes his teeth against the edge of the bone there.
connor tilts his head until he can rest his cheek against the leg he's holding, eyes moving back to fix on juno's. ) I think I want to see how much you can enjoy.
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charm?
maybe.
his mouth is warm, though. there's no breath, but his lips are a comfortable temperature, soft too, wet from the kiss he'd given him. for a moment, juno revels in the feeling of it, eyes closing a little as he looks away and feels the way he's shifted so that connor can press teeth to his knee, drag it down, kiss the sensitive skin there covered in scars. a nick from a knife years ago. an old patch from falling down as a kid, one that never quite healed.
juno's eyes eventually open as he speaks, and he reaches down to graze a thumb over connor's cheekbone, acknowledgement as he tries to think of what to say next. and it's dizzying, really. what does he say? "okay" seems too informal, but anything else feels like too much. it doesn't stop him, though, doesn't stop either of them and he suddenly feels acutely aware of how hard his heart is pounding and how hungry he is for more of connor's mouth. ]
Do your worst. [ half a beat, mouth open because, well - ] You know what I mean. Not like... actually your worst. Because that'd be bad. [ juno steel you're so fucking stupid. ] Please tell me you get it...