[A frustrated noise escapes Varian as soon as Jun stops, his hips rising still for a moment, trying to get the friction back. But then Jun starts talking to him, and he tries to swim through the fog of hormones and lust to pay attention to what is being said.
He doesn't seem to mind the shortening of his name at all, he likes it in all honestly. But... ah, right. They're really on the precipice of something here. He takes a few moments to catch his breath, to work out what he actually wanted. Before they started this, he'd been more than a little nervous about it- he and Fern never got anywhere beyond the most chaste of kisses and this had been a great, terrifying unknown. He didn't know how it would feel or if he'd be a mess at it, or if Jun would even like what his inexperienced hand could bring to the table.
But the hard cock pressed against his leg has certainly put paid to that particular worry. Turns out, he's not as terrible at this as he made up in his own head. And honestly? This is far, far less terrifying than he anticipated. Quite the opposite, in fact. Jun's made the whole experience so far wonderful - it feels as natural and right as anything, and if he thinks about it, he really does want more of it. The nerves that had been prickling at the back of his head have been dissipated. When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper, he's managed to fight the desire enough to have cognisant thought, but the desire is still very much there.]
I- I wanna carry on. I'm more than fine with that. I want this... I want you. [If that wasn't obvious already. He leans in to press a gentle kiss at the corner of Jun's mouth.] I trust you.
[No. That's not enough. Jun was considerate enough to ask, and Varian appreciates that so much. Jun was already so very high in Varian's estimations, but this has put him even higher. He knows that's not all Jun is worrying about, though, and knows he needs to put his mind at ease.]
If anything's too much for me, I will let you know, okay? You don't have to worry about that.
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He doesn't seem to mind the shortening of his name at all, he likes it in all honestly. But... ah, right. They're really on the precipice of something here. He takes a few moments to catch his breath, to work out what he actually wanted. Before they started this, he'd been more than a little nervous about it- he and Fern never got anywhere beyond the most chaste of kisses and this had been a great, terrifying unknown. He didn't know how it would feel or if he'd be a mess at it, or if Jun would even like what his inexperienced hand could bring to the table.
But the hard cock pressed against his leg has certainly put paid to that particular worry. Turns out, he's not as terrible at this as he made up in his own head. And honestly? This is far, far less terrifying than he anticipated. Quite the opposite, in fact. Jun's made the whole experience so far wonderful - it feels as natural and right as anything, and if he thinks about it, he really does want more of it. The nerves that had been prickling at the back of his head have been dissipated. When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper, he's managed to fight the desire enough to have cognisant thought, but the desire is still very much there.]
I- I wanna carry on. I'm more than fine with that. I want this... I want you. [If that wasn't obvious already. He leans in to press a gentle kiss at the corner of Jun's mouth.] I trust you.
[No. That's not enough. Jun was considerate enough to ask, and Varian appreciates that so much. Jun was already so very high in Varian's estimations, but this has put him even higher. He knows that's not all Jun is worrying about, though, and knows he needs to put his mind at ease.]
If anything's too much for me, I will let you know, okay? You don't have to worry about that.