[that's a yes, isn't it? eight years after janus started to learn to kiss and have sex and be with people, skin-close, in a way that didn't actually entail murder, they still don't consider themself as particularly fluent.
but they feel reckless tonight— and more, that which is inside them and feels reckless can recognize the answering call of something within juno. a seed pit that wants to germinate and flower and claw down the sun and then fall off a cliff with the burning ball of fire wreathed in its self-destructing limbs. it's a good fantasy: that you might feel no pain for awhile. people across the multiverse chase that fantasy.]
Juno—
[it happens once or twice or three times altogether. first to punctuate a kiss on their throat, marking heat on their nerves like a gravestone marks a plot, something to stand testament to time. second when they've swerved out of the doorway together, groin to groin and mouth to mouth— intended as a question, an invitation, rather deficient in verbs and prepositions, but they're pretty sure it's a yes that their lips meet around. and then again, when they find a bed in the citadel-- one of dozens dotting the peculiar building.
and this one they murmur against juno's belly, which they find an open v between the halves of the hamster-suit, unzipped and shrugged down past his brown shoulders. it's a good tummy. janus traces the edges of muscle with their mouth, nuzzle the well of his navel. their tongue makes intimate friends with the first smoky-dark curl of hair. juno. they like his energy, you see. so like the boys they've loved before, but a whole lady, too.
they have no way of knowing, how the ceiling stares down at juno-- what that's like.]
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but they feel reckless tonight— and more, that which is inside them and feels reckless can recognize the answering call of something within juno. a seed pit that wants to germinate and flower and claw down the sun and then fall off a cliff with the burning ball of fire wreathed in its self-destructing limbs. it's a good fantasy: that you might feel no pain for awhile. people across the multiverse chase that fantasy.]
Juno—
[it happens once or twice or three times altogether. first to punctuate a kiss on their throat, marking heat on their nerves like a gravestone marks a plot, something to stand testament to time. second when they've swerved out of the doorway together, groin to groin and mouth to mouth— intended as a question, an invitation, rather deficient in verbs and prepositions, but they're pretty sure it's a yes that their lips meet around. and then again, when they find a bed in the citadel-- one of dozens dotting the peculiar building.
and this one they murmur against juno's belly, which they find an open v between the halves of the hamster-suit, unzipped and shrugged down past his brown shoulders. it's a good tummy. janus traces the edges of muscle with their mouth, nuzzle the well of his navel. their tongue makes intimate friends with the first smoky-dark curl of hair. juno. they like his energy, you see. so like the boys they've loved before, but a whole lady, too.
they have no way of knowing, how the ceiling stares down at juno-- what that's like.]