Now down to mostly just his boxer-briefs, his arousal is obvious and straining against the thin material.

Tilting his head, he watches Juno's fingers brush over his old scar, swallowing thickly. He moaned softly when Juno's hands moved back to his ass, biting his lip to stifle the noise.

There's something about getting almost manhandled, slid bodily closer to Juno, that sends a spark of anticipation and excitement through him and makes him groan again. He reaches out, sliding palms flatly up Juno's chest before cupping the back of Juno's neck to guide him closer, seeking out his lips again.