[ it does. it really does, and the kiss to the callused part of his palm makes him close his eyes for half a second and indulge in the warmth it sends writhing up his wrist to his pulse, quickening a little more. ]
Special technique's called "caught unawares" or something like that. Apparently it's real attractive.
[ but it's not said with any hint of disdain or dislike. in fact, well. maybe it's not bad to play along like this, to let the music keep buzzing along his skin, to feel the residual ghostly presence of their mouth on his, their stubble brushing against his own in a way that made him want to press harder against their mouth.
instead he opts for stepping in even closer, despite how maybe humiliating it is to not be wearing his old clothes (thanks shep). he glances to the side a little, as if considering something, lingering, trying to give himself time to feel bad about something, anything, but he's too abuzz with whiskey and whatever weird glowing drink he'd had and the fact that janus kissed him. which is better than any drink, feels better. ]
Here's another. Don't know the name of it, but -
[ closer by a step, closer by leaning in, closer by an impulse that tugs him forward to kiss them because he's dancing in the middle of a crowd and he can kiss whoever the hell he wants. even if it's a little clumsy with nose because juno's not shy about it, not when he's been kissed first and feels it in his throat that he wants more. hell, he outright refuses to be shy. not when he wants a taste of them again, just a little more to let it linger. ]
annnd lmk if not ok, but some powerprosing
Special technique's called "caught unawares" or something like that. Apparently it's real attractive.
[ but it's not said with any hint of disdain or dislike. in fact, well. maybe it's not bad to play along like this, to let the music keep buzzing along his skin, to feel the residual ghostly presence of their mouth on his, their stubble brushing against his own in a way that made him want to press harder against their mouth.
instead he opts for stepping in even closer, despite how maybe humiliating it is to not be wearing his old clothes (thanks shep). he glances to the side a little, as if considering something, lingering, trying to give himself time to feel bad about something, anything, but he's too abuzz with whiskey and whatever weird glowing drink he'd had and the fact that janus kissed him. which is better than any drink, feels better. ]
Here's another. Don't know the name of it, but -
[ closer by a step, closer by leaning in, closer by an impulse that tugs him forward to kiss them because he's dancing in the middle of a crowd and he can kiss whoever the hell he wants. even if it's a little clumsy with nose because juno's not shy about it, not when he's been kissed first and feels it in his throat that he wants more. hell, he outright refuses to be shy. not when he wants a taste of them again, just a little more to let it linger. ]