juno's decided that from day one, but all of the elements are aligned properly and janus is kissing him in a way that makes him forget his own name, who he is, what he's done. every iota of a terrible thing skitters off to the wayside of the music and warm mouth and a thigh pressing in at the crux of his own so that he can feel them when he presses forward. boldness shocks the guilt, impulse bites at it, pins it down. he tells the invisible, twisting viper in his gut to let him have this. his hands find the warmth of janus' hair to sink his fingers into the short length at their nape, tasting their teeth, the seam of their mouth
(that's such a nice smile, so brilliant in the dark, the kind juno probably wouldn't mind being eaten up by. he thinks about teeth - sharp as a fox, on a mouth so full that it makes him ache. so he kisses back harder without a sound, quick to muffle his own second thoughts. no.)
he could get lost in this sensation, pressing against the surrounding heat of them, indulging in how oddly safe it feels to be curled around so in a sea of people and color and heat. janus' leg between his own stirs something warm and familiar in the pit of his stomach, flickering faintly and then disappearing. once again, it becomes motion that he could float away in, but not so completely that he can't crawl back to the shoreline of his brain and collapse.
but damn if he isn't going to try and drown himself now, pulling his mouth away to let a kiss press itself to the line of their jaw and make its way down his throat like a series of kiss-damp secrets whispered into his pulse. ]
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herculean.
bad bad bad.
juno's decided that from day one, but all of the elements are aligned properly and janus is kissing him in a way that makes him forget his own name, who he is, what he's done. every iota of a terrible thing skitters off to the wayside of the music and warm mouth and a thigh pressing in at the crux of his own so that he can feel them when he presses forward. boldness shocks the guilt, impulse bites at it, pins it down. he tells the invisible, twisting viper in his gut to let him have this. his hands find the warmth of janus' hair to sink his fingers into the short length at their nape, tasting their teeth, the seam of their mouth
(that's such a nice smile, so brilliant in the dark, the kind juno probably wouldn't mind being eaten up by. he thinks about teeth - sharp as a fox, on a mouth so full that it makes him ache. so he kisses back harder without a sound, quick to muffle his own second thoughts. no.)
he could get lost in this sensation, pressing against the surrounding heat of them, indulging in how oddly safe it feels to be curled around so in a sea of people and color and heat. janus' leg between his own stirs something warm and familiar in the pit of his stomach, flickering faintly and then disappearing. once again, it becomes motion that he could float away in, but not so completely that he can't crawl back to the shoreline of his brain and collapse.
but damn if he isn't going to try and drown himself now, pulling his mouth away to let a kiss press itself to the line of their jaw and make its way down his throat like a series of kiss-damp secrets whispered into his pulse. ]