[ janus moves up and juno lets out a sigh that’s mostly built up of some relief, the sensation built of friction, skin on skin. he shifts his hands and drags them over janus’ shoulders briefly as he leads them up to his mouth, feels the tip of their pretty nose against the crook of his shoulder, then against his cheek as they kiss. and for a few seconds it’s ok again, the guilt welling in the pit of his stomach coldly but the sensation pacifying enough that he can enjoy it because god if janus doesn’t taste sweet.
he basks in it, lets out a barely there chuckle between their mouths as he presses his thighs to bracket their body against his, to maybe let some of the friction between their hips deliver a sense of urgency to his less than cooperative parts.
his hand comes back to cup the curve of janus’ cheek, to smooth a thumb over the ridge of a cheekbone that should probably be illegal? ]
Yeah? Whoever told you that one’s a big fat liar.
[ he leans in and presses another kiss to the corner of their mouth, breath shuddering slightly. another, warm and full, tasting like alcohol that tips his brain this side of happy, just a mile northwest of sad with a final destination of self-loathing.
because even as he prays for the friction to do something, it only feels good in a far off, behind the fogged up glass kind of way. ]
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he basks in it, lets out a barely there chuckle between their mouths as he presses his thighs to bracket their body against his, to maybe let some of the friction between their hips deliver a sense of urgency to his less than cooperative parts.
his hand comes back to cup the curve of janus’ cheek, to smooth a thumb over the ridge of a cheekbone that should probably be illegal? ]
Yeah? Whoever told you that one’s a big fat liar.
[ he leans in and presses another kiss to the corner of their mouth, breath shuddering slightly. another, warm and full, tasting like alcohol that tips his brain this side of happy, just a mile northwest of sad with a final destination of self-loathing.
because even as he prays for the friction to do something, it only feels good in a far off, behind the fogged up glass kind of way. ]