[ the touch is enough to get him arching again in retaliation, the kind that begs for friction again, as shocking a jolt at the earlier touch had been. there's a breath, like he might be thinking about it for a moment, steadying himself against the running water a moment before he gets too swept up in the moment.
when he speaks, his voice pitches into a rasp - he has to clear it briefly. ] There are options.
[ juno can think of more than a few that send heat crawling up his skin pleasantly. ] Belt's a [ good ] start. [ he's learned to do more than his fair share of things with his hands behind his back, not exactly in this nature, but it just comes with the territory of his work. it transitions well into what he likes. he's never breathing a word of that out loud because ren's already got too much on him. ] I can work with that.
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when he speaks, his voice pitches into a rasp - he has to clear it briefly. ] There are options.
[ juno can think of more than a few that send heat crawling up his skin pleasantly. ] Belt's a [ good ] start. [ he's learned to do more than his fair share of things with his hands behind his back, not exactly in this nature, but it just comes with the territory of his work. it transitions well into what he likes. he's never breathing a word of that out loud because ren's already got too much on him. ] I can work with that.