[ 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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[ 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...