[it had been— nice. if nice is the term for it, when you don't particularly like candy, but had enjoyed sucking on the soft, mobile tip of someone's tongue as if it were just as sweet, drinking the melt, careful not to use teeth but finding a rhythm in a different way, the pull of their mouth and shift of hands on the hamster suit.

afterward, they're smiling. listening to the damp new catch in juno's voice, extra texture to the sibilance of club music, gratifying. their heart eases a little with this to buoy them up.]

I don't know. I thought there might have been a special technique you used just now, [they say, not making fun!! but playing a little, maybe, stooping their head to meander a kiss into the heel of the hand juno had put against their jaw. their stubble scuffs like velvet, shorter than juno's. they would both be in for some friction burn, with any more energy than that.] Initiating us Earth people who've never seen the stars before. [;D ;D

;D

most of flirting runs the risk of cheesy, right.]