[ juno regrets nothing in this instant, his body tensing only briefly before giving in to mouth and teeth against the tender stretch of skin. the sound that leaves him isn't one that manages its way out often, a faint whimper caught between his teeth as he arches into. a sigh follows, half a laugh, leaning into the hand that's holding his hair and his head back.
the bit of pain and the sensitivity only lasts so long — seconds that stretch long, but not long enough — until he glances down at that cat-like smile. he wets his lips a bit and flexes just a little against his bindings. ]
Kinda, [ it's warmer, closer, like giving in but in a way juno only knows how: fighting until the sensation's got him pinned down completely. ] Memory's not so fuzzy. Been years since I've asked nicely for anything, though. Usually I just kind of —
[ and with that he lunges, some upper body strength, maybe a little surprise, maybe aiming to knock ren over just a bit and straddle him if he can. because just because he's got his hands tied doesn't mean he isn't going to put a little fight into it. ]
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the bit of pain and the sensitivity only lasts so long — seconds that stretch long, but not long enough — until he glances down at that cat-like smile. he wets his lips a bit and flexes just a little against his bindings. ]
Kinda, [ it's warmer, closer, like giving in but in a way juno only knows how: fighting until the sensation's got him pinned down completely. ] Memory's not so fuzzy. Been years since I've asked nicely for anything, though. Usually I just kind of —
[ and with that he lunges, some upper body strength, maybe a little surprise, maybe aiming to knock ren over just a bit and straddle him if he can. because just because he's got his hands tied doesn't mean he isn't going to put a little fight into it. ]