A soft moan spilled from Juniper's lips, and Cory let his eyes fall shut with a subtle shudder. By the end of the breath, Juniper's lips pressed into the corner of Cory's jaw by his earlobe, sending a cascade of warmth through Cory's body. He tilted his head welcomingly, even or maybe especially as Juniper pulled away just slightly, his breath tantalizing by Cory's ear. His fingers tugged gently at Juniper's shirt, trying to stay on task but not quite mustering the focus for a button. A soft hum of a moan vibrated in Cory's throat as Juniper's lips pressed in again, behind his ear this time, light and sensual, and Cory allowed his attention to float in the pleasant tingles that rippled out from each warm splash of contact. At last Juniper's lips made their way to the top curve of Cory's ear, tongue gently joining in, and Cory moaned again, more open-mouthed this time, his fingers tugging more fervently at Juniper's shirt.
Then, Juniper's lips relented, a heavy breath exhaling away from Cory's ear, and Juniper's jaw and cheek nuzzled in to Cory's neck instead, soft and sensual and indulgent, and Cory leaned his head in, enjoying the contact and nuzzling his own cheek into Juniper's hair in turn. He cradled a precious warmth in his chest, half tempted to draw his hand up to cradle Juniper's head in homage to the sensation, but in the impulse he remembered the buttons, and finally mustered the focus to undo the next one, his attention zooming out just enough to bask in however Juniper's body might respond to this small threshold crossed before his fingers slowly trailed down toward the next.
Cory's Art Studio (Cory & Juniper, Part 3)
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As Cory's cheek lay across the top of Juniper's hair with his fingers tangled in the fabric of Juniper's shirt, Juniper thought that, if this was what heaven felt like, he might well give religion a second chance. But, this wasn't some lofty ideal or future reward--all these sensations were present at the tips of their fingertips. Cory's indulgent moans pulled a profound sense of arousal into Juniper's chest, and Juniper's hands roamed down toward Cory's hips just as Cory's fingers managed to grab hold of the next button. Juniper wasn't sure he'd ever be able to see a button-down shirt the same way again. He might luxuriate for hours later in his own closet, buttoning and unbuttoning his shirt as he recalled every detail of this moment--Cory's soft exhale, the tension of the fabric across Juniper's back, the exuberance of warmth radiating off Cory's body, the mild echoes of chocolate still swirling across his tastebuds.
Juniper's breath caught and shuddered as Cory undid the next button, and unconsciously, Juniper brought Cory's hips closer, the fronts of their pants grazing as he did so. Humming into the crook of Cory's neck, Juniper relaxed his grip on Cory's hips just enough to allow some distance between them again, embarrassed at the sudden proximity and transparency of his own arousal. Still, Juniper's fingers massaged the flesh around Cory's hipbones rhythmically. The two of them were, in many ways, still strangers, and yet, there was a familiarity and a desire that Juniper could not deny. He wanted everything Cory was willing to give him, and he hoped to offer many gifts in return. Juniper certainly did not want to lose track of their purpose--the artwork--but it felt important--perhaps sacred, even--to bask in this moment as much as time itself would allow.
Juniper's breath caught and shuddered as Cory undid the next button, and unconsciously, Juniper brought Cory's hips closer, the fronts of their pants grazing as he did so. Humming into the crook of Cory's neck, Juniper relaxed his grip on Cory's hips just enough to allow some distance between them again, embarrassed at the sudden proximity and transparency of his own arousal. Still, Juniper's fingers massaged the flesh around Cory's hipbones rhythmically. The two of them were, in many ways, still strangers, and yet, there was a familiarity and a desire that Juniper could not deny. He wanted everything Cory was willing to give him, and he hoped to offer many gifts in return. Juniper certainly did not want to lose track of their purpose--the artwork--but it felt important--perhaps sacred, even--to bask in this moment as much as time itself would allow.
Re: Cory's Art Studio (Cory & Juniper, Part 3)
Cory relished the shudder that rippled through Juniper's body, though he was pleasantly surprised as he felt the man's hands gently tug his hips closer, inviting contact between them. The motion alone sent a pleasant splash of warmth through Cory's lower body, and a second wave of heat crested as an awareness hit him from the contact that Juniper was, if Cory wasn't mistaken, already swelling in his trousers.
Several exciting imaginations cascaded through Cory's mind about how he might enjoy interacting with an erect phallus, though some nervousness was blooming alongside it all, and perhaps even something like self-consciousness--would Juniper be disappointed that Cory was not quite so erect?
But Juniper hummed pleasantly against Cory's neck, offering a sensual reassurance that he was experiencing pleasure in this moment. His grip relaxed and allowed space between their hips again, which in turn offered Cory some relief from his self-consciousness. And, Juniper's fingers massaged into the flesh of Cory's hips, pulling a breathy moan from Cory's lips as he let his eyes slide shut. His own fingers lost their focus again, returning to aimlessly tugging on Juniper's shirt as his attention sank down into the sensations in his hips, the warmth of arousal cresting once again. Maybe he would catch up with Juniper, given time and interactions like this. For now, he just enjoyed it, relishing the way the warmth rolled through him.
"Juniper..." he whispered airily, his cheek freshly nuzzling against the man's hair.
Several exciting imaginations cascaded through Cory's mind about how he might enjoy interacting with an erect phallus, though some nervousness was blooming alongside it all, and perhaps even something like self-consciousness--would Juniper be disappointed that Cory was not quite so erect?
But Juniper hummed pleasantly against Cory's neck, offering a sensual reassurance that he was experiencing pleasure in this moment. His grip relaxed and allowed space between their hips again, which in turn offered Cory some relief from his self-consciousness. And, Juniper's fingers massaged into the flesh of Cory's hips, pulling a breathy moan from Cory's lips as he let his eyes slide shut. His own fingers lost their focus again, returning to aimlessly tugging on Juniper's shirt as his attention sank down into the sensations in his hips, the warmth of arousal cresting once again. Maybe he would catch up with Juniper, given time and interactions like this. For now, he just enjoyed it, relishing the way the warmth rolled through him.
"Juniper..." he whispered airily, his cheek freshly nuzzling against the man's hair.
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Cory's fingers lost track of the buttons, pulling gently at the bottom of Juniper's shirt instead, their casual eagerness endearing and reciprocal. Their breath was warm and heavy between them, making the spacious studio feel cozy, contained... secret.
"Juniper..." Cory whispered, his cheek pressing into the soft curls of Juniper's hair.
From his place at Cory's neck, Juniper trailed kisses up Cory's jaw, thinking all the while about how delightful it was every time Cory's tongue slowly savored the syllables of Juniper's name.
Juniper. Juniper. Juniper.
When Juniper arrived at the bottom of Cory's ear, his breath a soft caress, his own name slipped out of his lips, repeating and luxuriating Cory's cadence the way he had done in his dreams.
"Jun...i..per..."
A shock of embarrassment struck through his core as Juniper realized what had happened, and the temptation to pull away from Cory and explain himself was strong. But, the soft presence of the moment, the warmth of the cocoon they were building with their breath calmed him and encouraged him to stay and see this through.
So, instead, Juniper trailed careful kisses from Cory's ear toward the corner of his mouth, his hands curling around again to settle serenely at the base of Cory's back.
"Juniper..." Cory whispered, his cheek pressing into the soft curls of Juniper's hair.
From his place at Cory's neck, Juniper trailed kisses up Cory's jaw, thinking all the while about how delightful it was every time Cory's tongue slowly savored the syllables of Juniper's name.
Juniper. Juniper. Juniper.
When Juniper arrived at the bottom of Cory's ear, his breath a soft caress, his own name slipped out of his lips, repeating and luxuriating Cory's cadence the way he had done in his dreams.
"Jun...i..per..."
A shock of embarrassment struck through his core as Juniper realized what had happened, and the temptation to pull away from Cory and explain himself was strong. But, the soft presence of the moment, the warmth of the cocoon they were building with their breath calmed him and encouraged him to stay and see this through.
So, instead, Juniper trailed careful kisses from Cory's ear toward the corner of his mouth, his hands curling around again to settle serenely at the base of Cory's back.
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Juniper's lips pressed into Cory's neck, and another moan hummed in Cory's throat as he tilted his head to invite the attention, relishing the warmth that radiated over his shoulder and into his chest with each new kiss. His knees buckled just a little, just briefly swooning with the imagination of falling down onto the couch beneath Juniper, melting beneath his kisses.
"Jun...i..per..."
Cory caught himself with a soft, airy gasp, tingles dancing all over his scalp and shoulders as he realized that it had been Juniper's voice whispering those syllables in his ear this time. There was something absolutely delightful about this sweet, sensual echo, though as Cory's awareness re-crystallized from his previous imagination, he realized that Juniper seemed a little tense. The tension was short-lived, though, and before Cory even had a chance to worry, he was melting back into soft kisses along his jaw and sweet fingers at the base of his back, easily banishing whatever had briefly put space between them. Their lips met, and Cory was open and exploratory, his fingers somehow finding the gumption to return to their quest for the next button of Juniper's shirt to undo.
"Jun...i..per..."
Cory caught himself with a soft, airy gasp, tingles dancing all over his scalp and shoulders as he realized that it had been Juniper's voice whispering those syllables in his ear this time. There was something absolutely delightful about this sweet, sensual echo, though as Cory's awareness re-crystallized from his previous imagination, he realized that Juniper seemed a little tense. The tension was short-lived, though, and before Cory even had a chance to worry, he was melting back into soft kisses along his jaw and sweet fingers at the base of his back, easily banishing whatever had briefly put space between them. Their lips met, and Cory was open and exploratory, his fingers somehow finding the gumption to return to their quest for the next button of Juniper's shirt to undo.
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Though Juniper had been braced for Cory to pull away or perhaps laugh at Juniper's slip of the tongue, Cory carried on, even turning his face slightly to help Juniper's lips in meeting Cory's own. The taste was just as sweet as Juniper remembered. Juniper's tongue danced with the very edge of Cory's bottom lip as Cory's fingers continued their work on Juniper's buttons. As Juniper's fingers massaged the back of Cory's hips in slow and sensual encouragement, his eyes rolled back in his head at the sheer delight and pleasure of it all. Juniper's mind was hazy with disbelief and wonder, his mental landscape still reeling in its reorganization. Cory had wanted this--or something like this--all this time.
While looking at nude drawings in the museum. Discussing the etching of muscular men on a boat. Touching each other under the maples. Drawing the maple leaf.
It was all real and here and just for Juniper. Was it too good to be true? If so, even more reason not to take himself out of the moment preemptively. He wanted to bask forever in this studio with this gorgeous man halfway to unbuttoning Juniper's shirt and beginning to bare his chest.
All at once, a wave of desire for Cory's dancing fingers to reach up to his bare chest gripped Juniper relentlessly, and he moaned into the next set of kisses, his lips pressing in harshly on either side of Cory's bottom lip.
Eagerly, Juniper's fingers massaged deeper and even became exploratory enough to dip a thumb underneath the top of Cory's pants, caressing the fabric of Cory's shirt where it was tucked underneath the hem, though he longed for the warmth of bare skin. Dare he go further with his hands? He wanted to, but he also didn't want to scare Cory away by being too forward. They hadn't fully established trust or even a rhythm of intimacy here, and Juniper was the one who had volunteered to be nude, not Cory.
Gently, Juniper pulled out of the headiness of the kiss, resting his forehead against Cory's to catch his breath, the sensation of his own smile dazzling even himself.
While looking at nude drawings in the museum. Discussing the etching of muscular men on a boat. Touching each other under the maples. Drawing the maple leaf.
It was all real and here and just for Juniper. Was it too good to be true? If so, even more reason not to take himself out of the moment preemptively. He wanted to bask forever in this studio with this gorgeous man halfway to unbuttoning Juniper's shirt and beginning to bare his chest.
All at once, a wave of desire for Cory's dancing fingers to reach up to his bare chest gripped Juniper relentlessly, and he moaned into the next set of kisses, his lips pressing in harshly on either side of Cory's bottom lip.
Eagerly, Juniper's fingers massaged deeper and even became exploratory enough to dip a thumb underneath the top of Cory's pants, caressing the fabric of Cory's shirt where it was tucked underneath the hem, though he longed for the warmth of bare skin. Dare he go further with his hands? He wanted to, but he also didn't want to scare Cory away by being too forward. They hadn't fully established trust or even a rhythm of intimacy here, and Juniper was the one who had volunteered to be nude, not Cory.
Gently, Juniper pulled out of the headiness of the kiss, resting his forehead against Cory's to catch his breath, the sensation of his own smile dazzling even himself.
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Cory was absolutely delighted with the rhythm they sank into. Juniper's hands continued slowly and sensually massaging Cory's hips, coaxing the heat in Cory's body to grow. Juniper's tongue lightly explored Cory's lip and Cory's mouth opened with gentle invitation, his own tongue shy but curious, prepared to greet tongue or lip that might enter. And through it all, Cory's fingers managed to stay on task, blissful with their purpose.
Then something crested between them, indiscernable to Cory in cause but undeniable in potency. Juniper moaned into the kiss and pressed in deeply, stoking Cory's bravery to let his tongue trace along the soft flesh he now suckled between his lips, his own lower lip all but claimed by Juniper's. The man's fingers pressed into Cory's hips more fervently, a thumb hooking beneath the hem of Cory's pants. Cory's hips swayed forward a little of their own accord, a moan cascading up through him and into the kiss to echo Juniper's. He shuddered with excitement as his fingers loosed the next button on Juniper's shirt.
Juniper pulled out of the kiss, and Cory couldn't help subtly pushing his chin forward, mouth still open and wanting, although he caught himself quickly. Juniper didn't go far, at least, and their foreheads fell easily against one another's, their breaths heavy and sparkling with delight. Cory felt abuzz all over his body, visions washing over him while he caught his breath--of diving back into the kiss; of reaching down to cup Juniper's length through his pants; of collapsing together onto the couch and entwining with wanton friction and exploration.
Greedily, Cory's fingers undid another button, another shudder cascading through him after.
((OOC: Vote for that being the last shirt button. Cory did get through at least 3 or 4 this post!))
Then something crested between them, indiscernable to Cory in cause but undeniable in potency. Juniper moaned into the kiss and pressed in deeply, stoking Cory's bravery to let his tongue trace along the soft flesh he now suckled between his lips, his own lower lip all but claimed by Juniper's. The man's fingers pressed into Cory's hips more fervently, a thumb hooking beneath the hem of Cory's pants. Cory's hips swayed forward a little of their own accord, a moan cascading up through him and into the kiss to echo Juniper's. He shuddered with excitement as his fingers loosed the next button on Juniper's shirt.
Juniper pulled out of the kiss, and Cory couldn't help subtly pushing his chin forward, mouth still open and wanting, although he caught himself quickly. Juniper didn't go far, at least, and their foreheads fell easily against one another's, their breaths heavy and sparkling with delight. Cory felt abuzz all over his body, visions washing over him while he caught his breath--of diving back into the kiss; of reaching down to cup Juniper's length through his pants; of collapsing together onto the couch and entwining with wanton friction and exploration.
Greedily, Cory's fingers undid another button, another shudder cascading through him after.
((OOC: Vote for that being the last shirt button. Cory did get through at least 3 or 4 this post!))
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Juniper breathed heavily, an easy, wide smile crossing his lips. Cory had matched Juniper's moment of intensity--he had not shied away from it--and the delight of that knowledge flooded Juniper's body with eagerness.
The movement of Cory's fingers along the front edges of his shirt didn't stop. They only grew more adamant, breezing smoothly through the last of the buttons until Juniper's chest and stomach was wholly exposed. Another rush of want urged Juniper forward, his body noticeably swaying and putting gentle pressure against Cory's forehead.
Before he quite knew what he was doing, Juniper reached to stop Cory's retreating hands, finished with their initial task. Sweetly startled to find the textures of Cory's smooth palms, the softness of the back of his hand, the delicate nature of the skin across his knuckles against Juniper's own fingers, Juniper held Cory's hands in awe. He softly pulled away from Cory's forehead so he could look at his hands more readily, his mind drawing and redrawing every line and crease as though he might be able to commit all this to memory.
Another intense wave of pleasure and intensity crested through Juniper, but he remained steady, his only reaction being to slowly raise his left hand, bringing Cory's hand to his lips. Closing his eyes, Juniper kissed each of Cory's knuckles as he squeezed Cory's other hand in tandem. Straying then from the knuckles, Juniper began to kiss the outer edge of Cory's hand, lingering there luxuriously and eventually brave enough to allow the tip of his tongue one brief taste.
Then, Juniper smoothly brought Cory's hands to the top of his chest underneath the open fabric of his shirt, his eyes meeting Cory's to soak in every one of the man's reactions in the invitation to explore.
The movement of Cory's fingers along the front edges of his shirt didn't stop. They only grew more adamant, breezing smoothly through the last of the buttons until Juniper's chest and stomach was wholly exposed. Another rush of want urged Juniper forward, his body noticeably swaying and putting gentle pressure against Cory's forehead.
Before he quite knew what he was doing, Juniper reached to stop Cory's retreating hands, finished with their initial task. Sweetly startled to find the textures of Cory's smooth palms, the softness of the back of his hand, the delicate nature of the skin across his knuckles against Juniper's own fingers, Juniper held Cory's hands in awe. He softly pulled away from Cory's forehead so he could look at his hands more readily, his mind drawing and redrawing every line and crease as though he might be able to commit all this to memory.
Another intense wave of pleasure and intensity crested through Juniper, but he remained steady, his only reaction being to slowly raise his left hand, bringing Cory's hand to his lips. Closing his eyes, Juniper kissed each of Cory's knuckles as he squeezed Cory's other hand in tandem. Straying then from the knuckles, Juniper began to kiss the outer edge of Cory's hand, lingering there luxuriously and eventually brave enough to allow the tip of his tongue one brief taste.
Then, Juniper smoothly brought Cory's hands to the top of his chest underneath the open fabric of his shirt, his eyes meeting Cory's to soak in every one of the man's reactions in the invitation to explore.