[janus is drunk, but not so drunk that they cannot tell something is a little bit amiss. and they are also confident and self-assured in many domains of their life, but not so self-absorbed so as to be actually offended that the peak of juno's trousers isn't elevating as quickly as they'd like.
but it's still a pretty smooth move, on juno's part. asking for a kiss. maybe there's a tipsy corner of janus' mind that holds up the moment to a prism and observes the shadow that comes out of the other end. but that's just one tipsy corner. the rest of janus' mind is quite preoccupied with compliance. the pleasures of compliance. their mouth skips its way back up juno's belly, curved with a smile that's tangible against his skin. optimistic.
they can afford to be. juno's kind. they think-- he must believe them to be beautiful. the scent of his skin, cupping its tiny shares of salt and oil fill janus' head with a certain giddy happiness. they don't love these trysts quite the way that rosie does, the excitement of someone new, the thrill of pursuit and to be pursued-- but he likes learning people. of getting just close enough, for long enough, to thaw without burning. it's no cruel thing, that they aren't thinking of ezekiel at all. they don't wonder who juno might be thinking about, either.
stretching back up, janus flops on him. affectionately rubs their nose across his brown shoulder, and then kiss his mouth.]
Hey yourself.
[an elbow keeps their weight off his chest, but their hair tickles his cheek and cages a little warmth in, anyway. their ear is pliant and round in juno's fingers. human.] I thought in the future, belly buttons would be squared-off and transmit our thoughts to each other.
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but it's still a pretty smooth move, on juno's part. asking for a kiss. maybe there's a tipsy corner of janus' mind that holds up the moment to a prism and observes the shadow that comes out of the other end. but that's just one tipsy corner. the rest of janus' mind is quite preoccupied with compliance. the pleasures of compliance. their mouth skips its way back up juno's belly, curved with a smile that's tangible against his skin. optimistic.
they can afford to be. juno's kind. they think-- he must believe them to be beautiful. the scent of his skin, cupping its tiny shares of salt and oil fill janus' head with a certain giddy happiness. they don't love these trysts quite the way that rosie does, the excitement of someone new, the thrill of pursuit and to be pursued-- but he likes learning people. of getting just close enough, for long enough, to thaw without burning. it's no cruel thing, that they aren't thinking of ezekiel at all. they don't wonder who juno might be thinking about, either.
stretching back up, janus flops on him. affectionately rubs their nose across his brown shoulder, and then kiss his mouth.]
Hey yourself.
[an elbow keeps their weight off his chest, but their hair tickles his cheek and cages a little warmth in, anyway. their ear is pliant and round in juno's fingers. human.] I thought in the future, belly buttons would be squared-off and transmit our thoughts to each other.