[ oh that’s a threat, isn’t it. that’s a threat and juno, for a minute, can’t actually look away from ren’s eyes. there’s a quality about them - the color, the strangely slitted pupils, that keeps him caught up in them with his breath half held high in his chest until finally the moment breaks. there’s part of juno that’s thankful it does. the intensity of that moment is enough to leave him sighing into the kiss, pressing up into it briefly before pulling back just a moment, enough that there’s barely a breath between them. ]

Real lucky you’re feeling impatient, sounds about right.

[ because juno knows that ren likes the long game at this point. patience seems to be his forte. where juno lacks it, ren has it in spades and it’s infuriating.

the hand holding his jaw keeps him from pushing too far, and while he relents a moment into the kiss, he adds his own teeth for what it’s worth - a sharp nip to ren’s lower lip in exchange, a knee nudging his side as if attempting to bring him in closer now without the aid of his arms. ]