[ Jun is content to focus on showering Hiyori with the attention he had been denied within Nami's suite, rather than rush into physical intimacy. After all, while onlookers may gawk at his abs, there is only one person Jun desires to touch him, and that person is currently indulging in that privilege. From Jun's perspective, there is nothing to worry about! He murmurs a soft noise into Hiyori's mouth, feeling the dainty, soft fingertips pressing into his skin leaving him wanting more.
He'll accept any mark Hiyori leaves on his skin, even if it's not from his nails. Any bitemarks, bruises and what have you, he'll be glad to have maim him. It helps him remember they're lovers, and the times when they've been intimate are real.
The soft noise of approval causes him to grin. He brushes his tongue against Hiyori's, continuing to tease his nipple. His hand further snakes down Hiyori's waist, lavishing him as best he can. He loves spoiling Hiyori, wanting to take charge to show his deep love and care, and further wanting to hear his reactions. This is a far cry from his early days in their partnership, when he would never have touched without permission, nor been so open.
And it's true! Love and Hiyori's teachings have transformed him into a passionate, caring lover who constantly showers his partner with affection.
He pulls his body close, their hips almost meeting in a desperate embrace. Pulling away briefly, Jun opens his eyes to take in the sight - Hiyori's wavy hair splayed across the bed, the glittering eyeshadow catching the low light. The metal bracelets pressed into his skin, overwhelmed by a swell of heat as he felt like the luckiest person in the world, like a sailor who'd made the perfect catch of a siren's song.
The idea still planted in his head, with what he wanted to do with Hiyori, his hand moves to curve across his clothed backside. ]
Keep your knees right there, 'cause I wanna feel you rubbing up against me.
[ He murmurs, then dives back in for another heated kiss. Wasting no time, he pinches and rubs the second nipple, determined to keep them both taut as his arousal presses against Hiyori. ]
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He'll accept any mark Hiyori leaves on his skin, even if it's not from his nails. Any bitemarks, bruises and what have you, he'll be glad to have maim him. It helps him remember they're lovers, and the times when they've been intimate are real.
The soft noise of approval causes him to grin. He brushes his tongue against Hiyori's, continuing to tease his nipple. His hand further snakes down Hiyori's waist, lavishing him as best he can. He loves spoiling Hiyori, wanting to take charge to show his deep love and care, and further wanting to hear his reactions. This is a far cry from his early days in their partnership, when he would never have touched without permission, nor been so open.
And it's true! Love and Hiyori's teachings have transformed him into a passionate, caring lover who constantly showers his partner with affection.
He pulls his body close, their hips almost meeting in a desperate embrace. Pulling away briefly, Jun opens his eyes to take in the sight - Hiyori's wavy hair splayed across the bed, the glittering eyeshadow catching the low light. The metal bracelets pressed into his skin, overwhelmed by a swell of heat as he felt like the luckiest person in the world, like a sailor who'd made the perfect catch of a siren's song.
The idea still planted in his head, with what he wanted to do with Hiyori, his hand moves to curve across his clothed backside. ]
Keep your knees right there, 'cause I wanna feel you rubbing up against me.
[ He murmurs, then dives back in for another heated kiss. Wasting no time, he pinches and rubs the second nipple, determined to keep them both taut as his arousal presses against Hiyori. ]