[ 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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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...