[ That's cute, and JJ gives Solomon a pleased grin and no trouble for his politeness, shifting so that he can slide Solomon's pyjamas off. He does it would be ceremony or seduction, mostly because the male form isn't enough to really excite him on its own. Nudity is par for the course when you're an athlete who spends days at the gym.
Despite that, he can feel the nerves welling up, leaving him more jittery in ways that he hopes aren't obvious. He's not sure what he expected when he imagined this finally happening for him—maybe alcohol and a haze of lust; the inability to think clearly and reflect on the weight of his actions.
But his thoughts are perfectly clear now, and the way his hands smooth over Solomon's sides, the way he leans forward again to press his mouth against Solomon's collarbone is purposeful not instinctual. He's eager because he's curious, and because he wants this. He'd wanted it when he had been with Isabella, but had refrained out of respect for his faith. But the storm had taken everything from his former life, and what's he supposed to do at 19, probably 20 by now, and in the prime of his youth? Waste away waiting for something that might not even exist anymore?
In school, his friends would giggle and coo over hickies, but he'd never left one on someone until now, and when he pulls away, he decides he likes the way it looks, delighted at how easy it is to turn his skin bright red. JJ has no desire to stake claim over Solomon, but he still likes to show off, so it's not a surprise that he drops a quick placating kiss on Solomon's lips before deciding he wants to leave more; as if pressing small bruises into his skin is the same as leaving gifts. By the time he's done—thanks for your patience Solomon, you're a bro—there are several little marks over his chest and throat. ]
You're actually pretty cute.
[ He's weirdly into that, and it shows on his face when his hands settle on either side of Solomon's head so that he can hover over him, caging him in as he contemplates his next move. ]
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Despite that, he can feel the nerves welling up, leaving him more jittery in ways that he hopes aren't obvious. He's not sure what he expected when he imagined this finally happening for him—maybe alcohol and a haze of lust; the inability to think clearly and reflect on the weight of his actions.
But his thoughts are perfectly clear now, and the way his hands smooth over Solomon's sides, the way he leans forward again to press his mouth against Solomon's collarbone is purposeful not instinctual. He's eager because he's curious, and because he wants this. He'd wanted it when he had been with Isabella, but had refrained out of respect for his faith. But the storm had taken everything from his former life, and what's he supposed to do at 19, probably 20 by now, and in the prime of his youth? Waste away waiting for something that might not even exist anymore?
In school, his friends would giggle and coo over hickies, but he'd never left one on someone until now, and when he pulls away, he decides he likes the way it looks, delighted at how easy it is to turn his skin bright red. JJ has no desire to stake claim over Solomon, but he still likes to show off, so it's not a surprise that he drops a quick placating kiss on Solomon's lips before deciding he wants to leave more; as if pressing small bruises into his skin is the same as leaving gifts. By the time he's done—thanks for your patience Solomon, you're a bro—there are several little marks over his chest and throat. ]
You're actually pretty cute.
[ He's weirdly into that, and it shows on his face when his hands settle on either side of Solomon's head so that he can hover over him, caging him in as he contemplates his next move. ]