Written Wonderland

Juniper's arms rolled smoothly back with Cory's motions, allowing Cory's hands to caress down with the fabric of the shirt. He indulged in the feel of the man's muscles beneath his skin, pressing only firmly enough to cradle their shape. He stepped around behind the man as he guided the fabric further down, catching both sleeves before they fell from Juniper's forearms.

Cory's eyes drank in the sight of the man's back, but he hesitated slightly, realizing he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do with the shirt in his hands. Swallowing down a small, tingling fritz of anxiety in his low belly, Cory gently folded the shirt, admittedly not with a practiced hand, but with his genuine best guess as to what shape would be best for the fabric to rest in, doing his best to take cues from how Juniper had folded his vest. He stepped into Juniper's line of sight as he did so, checking in his periphery whether the man showed any signs of disapproval or consternation before he moved to set the folded shirt down on top of the vest on the table.

As Cory continued sliding the sleeves off Juniper's arms, his hands explored their shape, pressing his fingers in against the gentle resistance of Juniper's muscles. There was a brief flare of self-consciousness--Juniper certainly wasn't as muscular as some other men--but he reminded himself of what he had looked like to himself in the mirror as he had contemplated this moment, which was ample reassurance. And, it was easy to sink back into to the sensation of Cory's hands, at least until the fabric of his shirt slid off into Cory's hands entirely.

Cory, behind Juniper now, lingered there, and Juniper called to mind the shirtless boatmen the two of them had studied in Hopper's exhibit, wondering how Cory might expound on the artwork that was Juniper's flesh and blood, written across his skin. The thought left Juniper breathless, so when Cory came back around, Juniper's shirt in hand, he was flushed and curious.

It took him a moment to understand what Cory was doing with his hands, then, and he couldn't help a brief, breathy chuckle when he realized that Cory was trying to fold the shirt. There might be some wrinkles in the fabric later when he put it back on, but he couldn't deny that Cory was being gentle and thoughtful, his fingers sliding across the fabric to where it naturally wanted to fold in on itself.

After placing the shirt on top of Juniper's folded vest, Cory turned around, and Juniper somehow found it difficult to believe that he had kissed this man, over and over and over. A fresh wave of desire and curiosity rolled relentlessly under Juniper's skin, giving him a mild flush he worried showed even on his chest.

When Cory approached, Juniper lifted his brows hopefully, trying to stay in the moment and not wonder in all the directions where this could go from here. He ached to reach up to touch the man's cheek and tug him tenderly back toward their moments of sensuality, but bared as Juniper was, he continued to feel like he should follow Cory's lead about where he would like to go next.

In place of any narrowed eyes or furrowed brow that Cory might have nervously anticipated was in fact a light and airy chuckle. There was still a brief flash of anxiety that he was being silly in some way, but Juniper seemed serene in the chuckle's wake, and Cory at last was able to relax into his effort with the shirt at least being received in positivity.

Once Cory had the shirt folded and set down, he was able to relax a layer further, refocusing his attention on the man who now stood shirtless before him--a little bit breathless, if Cory wasn't mistaken, and just a shade flushed. Juniper's brows lifted hopefully as Cory took a step closer, and Cory warmed as he basked in the gentle friction of Juniper's anticipation. He could feel palpably that this encounter could go in a great many different directions, and it was not lost on him that Juniper was patient, curious, awaiting Cory's lead. It was at once a weight and a relief, and Cory felt into feet on the floor beneath him, seeking a sense of sturdiness and confidence in his footing. And, he was sturdy, here in his art studio with a man who wanted to be drawn.

But then, the edge of his confidence became clear: he was not altogether sure that he wanted to continue in the same manner with Juniper's pants. While some imaginations of, say, sliding tenderly down to his knees in front of Juniper were enticing, they also left a sense of unease in Cory's belly. If he wanted to keep feeling sure of himself, it was time to take a different tactic.

Toward that end, Cory in fact took a step back, eyeing Juniper all the while--taking in the sight of him, his upper body bared for Cory to trace with his gaze to his heart's content. It gave Cory a moment to ponder, and to bask, while keeping his footing securely beneath him. His eyes touched many of his favorite points--collar bones, neck, shoulders, waist--before he raised his gaze to Juniper's face, and asked,

"If you are ready... would you do me the honor of continuing to undress?"

Against the backdrop of his mostly finished paintings, Cory looked like he undeniably belonged here. The hair falling loose from his ponytail framed his face, stray marks of charcoal and all. His rolled shirt sleeves and suspenders over his breezy v-neck completed the part. But, it was far from an act.

Juniper felt that palpably as Cory's eyes traced over him, and it didn't seem far fetched that Cory might be imagining which lines he wanted to draw from Juniper's body. What medium would Cory choose? Juniper wondered. Would he stick with charcoal? Would he switch to paint?

Cory wanted to draw me, Juniper reminded himself, wondering if that meant Cory would sketch Juniper in pencil.

Cory's eyes dropped to Juniper's waist, and Juniper tried to keep his stomach flat even as he inhaled sharply in response to the new wave of attention.

Then, Cory met his eyes and asked, confidently, "If you are ready... would you do me the honor of continuing to undress?"

Somehow, the request surprised Juniper given how tenderly Cory had taken care of his shirt, but he supposed it was only fair. Cory was calling the shots here.

Juniper couldn't help but wonder if Cory would behave similarly in the bedroom--although, Juniper thought that, with a gentle pressure, maybe even just a hand on his chest, Cory would acquiesce and open, melting and vulnerable, beneath him. A low hum escaped Juniper's mouth, and he closed his eyes for a moment, summoning up bravery for this next step.

Had he ever fully undressed himself with someone watching? The removal of clothing was so often rushed, frantic, hungry or otherwise unnecessary in Juniper's previous encounters. Granted, they were few.

Here, though, in the full light of day, Juniper brought both hands over his stomach, sliding down slowly against his skin until his fingertips caught into the hem, slipping slightly beneath it. His hips swayed mildly as though anticipating the smooth slide of fabric down over his thighs.

Carefully, he undid the first button, using his thumbs and forefingers. He considered for perhaps the first time just how many minute muscles went into this simple act. Smiling to himself, he undid the next button, and a rush of desire welled in him. Memories came suddenly to mind of undoing his buttons this way before indulging his own hand in the pursuit of pleasure back in the privacy of his own room, his body now responding to the muscle memory.

As he reached for the third button, Juniper braved a look at Cory, attempting to keep his expression hopeful and curious, though he feared it betrayed some of the lust on his mind. And while Cory was watching, he undid the last button, allowing it to pop the rest of the way on its own, a subtle indication of the pressure behind it.

Cory was pleasantly surprised when Juniper answered his request with a low hum in his throat, and he swallowed as Juniper closed his eyes. He wondered with a slightly nervous curiosity what thoughts were playing through Juniper's mind; simply anticipation for the moments right before them? And what delightful moments were before them? Perhaps now was a wonderful time to bask in them, in fact. Would Juniper undo his pants slowly like Cory had undone his shirt, or would eagerness show through? Would he keep the process practical, or make a show of it? Cory didn't think he was attached to any particular possibility, though he did catch glimpses of memories with others in his ponderings, and he greeted them with affectionate nostalgia, gently ushering them on before any melancholy could set in.

Juniper's hands moved first to his stomach, and Cory happily refocused on the present moment, his eyes watching attentively as Juniper's fingers graced the top hem of his pants, his hips playing at a subtle sway. He moved slowly as he undid the first button of his pants, as though relishing each minute detail of his own gesture.

It gave Cory ample time to study the shape of the man's hands, how his fingers handled the button and the fabric surrounding it. Briefly, Cory lamented not having already grabbed a sketch pad to capture the gestures, and contemplated rushing to grab one. But even just in that contemplation, Cory realized he had missed the final undoing of the first button, Juniper's fingers now working at the second. Cory relinquished the urge to capture the moment and simply surrendered to enjoying it, not wanting to miss anything else. Juniper handled the second button with care and sensuousness, his whole body seeming to subtly respond as the button was released.

As Juniper reached for the third button, Cory felt the man's gaze searching for his. There was a great inertia toward continuing to study Juniper's hands, or to follow the subtle cascade of responses through his body, but with some effort, Cory drew his gaze up to meet Juniper's, and he was glad that he did. His eyes were hopeful, curious, and heavy, and with the same attentive affection as he'd directed at Juniper's hands in the moments prior, Cory studied the colors of the man's irises, the shape of his lashes, the emotions in his brow. Every part of this man was beautiful to look at, and Cory basked in the utter permission he felt to indulge his gaze.

After a moment, something in Juniper's eyes released their pull for attention, the man's body shifting just so to direct Cory's gaze back down to Juniper's hands. Just as his focus returned to Juniper's fingers, they gave the last button the subtle, gentle pressure it needed to pop free, betraying that more than Juniper's fingers had pulled the fabric taut. Cory swallowed, briefly visiting the imagination of kneeling in front of Juniper, having popped open that button himself, his face mere breaths from the erection working its way free.

A little bit breathless, Cory pulled his attention into his feet on the ground, reminded himself of the space he had chosen to leave between their two bodies. He let his gaze wander, zooming out a little from the details he'd focused on to take in the shape of Juniper, his stance, the general feel of his posture. And then all at once Cory became self-conscious about how he might look to Juniper.

Maybe some of the steadiness he felt in his feet on the ground would show in his stance, although he suspected that he wasn't standing quite as tall now that he was feeling self-conscious. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he ought to do a self-portrait soon; it had been a while, and he'd been through a great many changes in the meantime. But for now, he had to make peace with the fact that Juniper might well see more of Cory today than Cory had even yet seen of himself, in this new life. He tried to relax into that, trusting that Juniper would hold tenderly whatever he saw, as he would do for Juniper.

He felt his chest open a little then, along with some subtle tension release in the back of his neck. He watched Juniper's expression, curious how the sight of him was landing in Juniper's eyes in this moment.

And then, abruptly, Cory felt eager to move them forward. With a hint of a coy smile, he pivoted around toward a set of cabinets by the wall, his eyes flicking down to Juniper's pants before he turned entirely, and he fetched a sheet out, moving to drape it over the couch in anticipation of Juniper's nude form resting upon it. He tried to proceed with a steady confidence, but he was feeling nervous, and it may have shown through in small gestures fumbled a little bit in the details. He also flicked his eyes toward Juniper on occasion throughout the process, not wanting to miss the next step Juniper would take in disrobing.

Juniper decided he was thoroughly unaccustomed to being looked at the way Cory looked at him now. It was far beyond simple desire--Cory's eyes took him in, not as though to reproduce a perfect copy but to reveal something not obvious on the surface. Juniper didn't know what Cory would find in the subtle lines around his eyes or the shadows the undone buttons of his pants cast on his underwear. Would he see hurt? Longing? Loss? The ever-present fear and anxiety?

To pull himself out of his own mind, Juniper refocused on the--fully clothed--artist before him once more, reflecting on how confident Cory's stance was, steadily balanced as he was on the studio floor. Cory certainly looked as though he had a plan and a vision for how he wanted this to go. Juniper wanted to do little else but see where that track led them.

Cory then broke whatever momentarily spell of mutual observation each of them had cast over the other. He smiled shyly, his shoulders losing some of their poise, and Cory leaned forward, turning to take a few steps to a cabinet nearby. The movement distracted Juniper from his task, and he watched the artist with lifted brows as Cory pulled out a white sheet.

Cory's movement were intent, confident but also perhaps slightly rushed, and Juniper ached to gently press a hand against Cory's back, dragging his fingers slowly lower down the man's spine. We have all afternoon, Juniper imagined murmuring quietly against the man's ear.

But, the tenderness of their earlier moments somehow felt just out of reach, perhaps now with the disparity in clothing. Acting now could very well mean throwing them off the very track Juniper was still so eager to follow. So, with a brave swallow and a deep breath, Juniper pulled his eyes from the way Cory fiddled with the sheet over the couch and instead slid his thumbs into his pants, pulling them down several inches to reveal the tops of his hipbones.

Briefly, Juniper wondered whether he should take his underwear off at the same time, but ultimately, he decided to take his time. His boxers were close fitted and dark green as he revealed them with slow resolve. He had half a mind to look for Cory's gaze again, to see if the man was watching with that same observant intent, but Juniper's eyes couldn't make themselves move high enough to check. His breath was ragged now, and the thought of lying on that couch nude in front of this man was unbearably exciting.

Juniper closed his eyes, suddenly unsure if he could do this--allowing himself to be nude and substantially erect in front of this man who was little more than a stranger. But, he would never stop wondering what would have happened if he didn't, and Juniper was right here on the precipice of a moment he would surely spend his life reimagining.

And so, with a deep breath, he summoned the bravery to open his eyes, even if they could do little more but flick over toward Cory before fixing themselves on the ground again. At last, Juniper pulled on the front of his pants with both hands to release his underwear and everything it contained. He did everything he could not to accentuate any vulgar bounce that might look intentional, but there was a slight spring of his phallus despite his efforts. Looking at Cory with a hint of embarrassed apology in his upturned brows, Juniper slid his pants down a little further while stepping on the back of the heel of one shoe, sliding first one foot out and then the other. Finally, he bent down to slide the bundle of pant and sock off each of his legs.

When he stood up, he brought his pants with him. He began his routine to store them, but he told himself to slow down and indulge in it. At least folding the fabric gave him somewhere to keep his eyes. He folded the pant legs over themselves and then neatly found the inseam, pulling it out so the seam at the front of the pant legs matched up with his folds. He then folded the resulting shape into thirds. Stooping once more to collect his shoes and socks, he walked over to where Cory had set his vest and shirt, adding his pants. He straightened each sock and folded them in half before putting one in each shoe.

Desperately, Juniper tried not to think about how all this looked to Cory, but that was of little use. Was his stomach bulging in unattractive ways when he bent over? Was his body making unappealing shapes in the rote muscle memory of it all? Even still, Juniper managed to keep his upright posture and a stately air, even in bare feet with only his underwear remaining. On some level, he lamented that there was still a layer to remove. Perhaps he should have taken his boxers off with his pants.

Juniper looked to Cory, tempted to put his arms around himself even though he was not cold, not exactly, but he refrained. With a deep breath, he slid his hands down his stomach again, prepared at last to remove his final article of clothing.

Cory paused in his task to lay out the sheet when he caught sight of Juniper's hands in motion, his thumbs hooking into his pants and sliding them down. Not far, but far enough for Cory's gaze to trace from waist to hipbone and linger there as he straightened, deciding that the sheet was at least good enough for the moment, and that he'd rather not be stooped over or distracted as Juniper continued.

The man's eyes fluttered a little, his breathing ragged. He closed his eyes altogether for a moment, paused in his motions and Cory imagined caressing that line from waist to hipbone with his fingertips, offering a warm and silent reassurance. He remained still, though, flowing with patience for this process. It was beautiful to behold the pauses, too, and he drank in the glimpse of dark green boxer that Juniper had revealed before his hesitation.

With a deep breath, Juniper opened his eyes again, his gaze flicking just briefly to Cory before shyly lowering to the floor, and he nudged his pants down further, maneuvering the fabric over the erection that sprang subtly within his boxers once released. Juniper returned his gaze to Cory almost apologetically, but Cory's eyes were heavy in their own right now, a warm serenity in his expression. It was an honor to witness this, and he hoped that Juniper could see that in his eyes. Whatever Juniper saw, he continued his motions, stepping smoothly out of his shoes as he lowered his pants farther down. Cory watched the fabric as it bunched toward the ground, the changing shapes of Juniper's leg muscles as his upper body descended. He watched the man's shoulders as his arms freed his feet from socks and pants in the same gesture. He couldn't help imagining caressing Juniper's muscles as he moved.

When Juniper stood, he brought his pants with him, and began to fold them neatly, almost ritualistically. Cory retroactively worried a little again about how he'd folded the man's shirt--clearly, the way things were folded did very much matter to him--but he reassured himself that Juniper had given no sign of displeasure, and in any case, what was done was done. Now all there was to do was to relish this glimpse of ritual, perhaps one Juniper practiced regularly in his private moments of undressing, which Cory had the pleasure to witness here.

When the pants were folded, Juniper stooped to collect his shoes and socks, and then moved closer to the table, depositing the pants atop his shirt and folding the socks just as meticulously before placing one in each shoe. Cory watched Juniper's arms and hands throughout much of it, marveling at the care, though he fought off embarrassment at his edges. Were Cory ever to bring this man home with him, he certainly would not find meticulously folded clothing in Cory's care. Even the sheet had been resting in its cabinet here moderately askew.

Cory swallowed when Juniper looked to him once more, his posture tall and stately and inviting Cory's attention back onto Juniper's body, the confidence in his shoulders, the curve of his waist and hip. Cory felt some emotion welling within him that he couldn't quite name, and he thought he detected something shift in Juniper, too, if only briefly. The man took in another deep breath, perhaps betraying more nervousness than his posture let on, and then he slid his hands down his stomach again, prepared to hook into his final article of clothing.

Startlingly, Cory considered telling the man to wait. But why? The emotion. He still hadn't named it. He imagined stepping forward to place his hands on Juniper's chest, and then stepping forward once more to press his body up against Juniper's, asking the man to hold him while he cried. Again. Cory swallowed, twiddling his fingers subtly at his sides to try to expel some of that energy from his body, let it rain down onto the floor. He breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. Juniper was the one who was nearly naked, stepping into vulnerability with Cory to be held. And yet, Cory wasn't as confident as he wanted to be in his holding.

With one more deep breath, Cory did at last step forward, placing just one hand on Juniper's chest and extending the other to one of Juniper's hands, gently coaxing it away from the man's boxers and toward Cory's chest. He thought about asking a million different questions --How was Juniper feeling? Did Juniper feel held? Was there anything he wanted Cory to know before continuing?--but instead Cory simply regrounded himself in some of the wonders they had already traversed today-- indulging in Juniper's baking, sharing tenderly about their hearts, pressing their lips together. Cory exhaled heavily and slowly, even a little bit shaky, and his brow tipped up with a shy hope.

"Will you kiss me?"

Before Juniper moved any further, he heard Cory's deep breath and looked curiously over at the man who began closing the distance between them. One of Cory's hands soon rested itself gingerly on Juniper's chest, and his other pulled Juniper's hand away from his boxers, up toward Cory's chest. The small motions left Juniper breathless, the tenderness returned, banishing the fog of his fear and anxiety like a sudden ray of sunshine. Juniper's face lifted immediately, his mouth brimming with a smile as his raised eyebrows matched Cory's.

"Will you kiss me?" Cory asked, and Juniper exhaled in disbelief. Yes, they had already kissed, sweetly and indulgently, but now, with fewer clothes on and the promise of art between them, it felt like a new layer of admission. There was no track they needed to follow. They were here together as bodies and people free to explore each other, and Cory was inviting him back into that. They were not strictly artist and muse but also tentative lovers, map-makers, connoisseurs of each moment they curated together.

Juniper's smile widened and deepened, his cheeks barely able to contain his joy. His other hand left his boxers, coming to slowly caress the side of Cory's cheek with his thumb while his other hand pressed further into Cory's chest to generate a stronger sense of comfort and connection. Juniper's brows lifted momentarily, his disbelief giving way to a sense of awe. His hand found its way back into Cory's hair, indulging in the loose ponytail and the abundant textures of Cory's soft strands. Threading his fingers through the back of the ponytail and tangling his fingers in just enough to put gentle pressure on Cory's scalp, Juniper guided Cory closer and leaned in himself, his smile retreating into softness as he searched Cory's golden eyes.

There was uncertainty there, confusion, maybe, perhaps even a small dose of fear. But, whatever the emotion, Cory had asked for a kiss, confident that would reclaim the space they had carved out together, and it was such a simple, delightful ask, such a joyful comfort. And to think that Juniper could provide it with such relish.

"Yes, Cory," Juniper whispered against Cory's lips, tightening his hand in Cory's hair just slightly and pulling their two bodies closer. No one to watch them. No one could see this from the outside. There were just the two of them here creating a universe for themselves and each other. Juniper touched his lips tenderly, softly, to Cory's at first, easing back into their building intimacy. Then, Juniper pulled away briefly before returning to Cory's lips with a patient fervor, pressing into the soft hills of flesh and holding them close between Juniper's own. He stayed frozen there for a moment, imagining that he was steadying Cory, reassuring him--Yes, yes. I am here with you. I haven't gone anywhere--and the thought steadied Juniper as well. The hand Juniper held against Cory's chest migrated down and around to Cory's back, slowly tracing the bottom half of Cory's spine in encouraging lines as Juniper kissed Cory again.

The airiness of the thin fabric over Juniper's cock startled him momentarily as it twitched in response, but whatever it wanted could wait. What was important now was that Cory felt cared for regardless of what was in store for them beyond this moment, so Juniper kissed Cory once again with absolutely no other agenda in mind.

Juniper's exhale was sweet, his expression warm and joyful. Cory was able to relax back into basking, drinking in the utter happiness that gleamed in Juniper's eyes. Juniper pressed his hand more firmly against Cory's chest and brought the other up to caress thumb against cheek, unwittingly coaxing subtle tears from Cory's eyes. Cory let out a soft, breathy laugh, relief and embarrassment and melancholy and joy all swirling together beneath his skin.

After a breath, Juniper's fingers caressed back into Cory's hair, and Cory let his eyes fall shut with a sigh, his own hands feeling into their contacts against Juniper's chest and Juniper's hand on Cory's chest, inviting even more warmth into the connection there. Juniper's fingers threaded through Cory's loose ponytail, finding their way to scalp and sending sparking tingles dancing down Cory's neck and shoulders, helping him relax a layer further. He opened his eyes again as he felt Juniper gently guide him closer, eyes still drinking Cory in.

"Yes, Cory," Juniper whispered, his breath playing against Cory's lips. Cory let his eyes flutter shut again as Juniper pulled him yet closer, and his hand finally left Juniper's to join his other on Juniper's chest, relishing the warm skin there and caressing up toward collar bone. At last, Juniper brought his lips to Cory's, the touch tender and soft, and Cory hummed warmly in his throat, his fingers slowly trailing up toward Juniper's neck.

Briefly, Juniper pulled away, and Cory couldn't help swaying forward with a gentle want. Juniper's lips returned more fervently just a breath later, and Cory felt so held. Juniper's hand trailed from Cory's chest down and around to Cory's back, pulling another subtle yearning sway through Cory's body as fingers traced along his spine. Cory could swear he felt a similar sway in Juniper's body, or maybe a twitch, pulling attention to the warmth in each of their pants, and the proximity of countless imaginations--perhaps even possible futures.

Cory caressed his hands up the sides of Juniper's neck and over his shoulders, holding the man close. He didn't need any promises about the future, but it was good to reground in the mutuality of the desire that existed here, the palpability of what felt possible. Whatever Juniper may or may not think of Cory's dresser drawers should he ever encounter them, right here and now Juniper's fingers were happy to twine in Cory's hair and trace shivers up his spine, his lips happy to tenderly hold Cory's against them.

Cory finally drew back with a heavy, indulgent breathiness, his eyes opening to drink Juniper's in once more, gratitude and affection radiating.

"Thank you," he whispered.

And then, thus sated, Cory gently stepped back, offering Juniper a playfully coy smile as he patiently unwound their respective embraces. It wasn't that there wasn't plenty more to explore between their bodies, but Cory had once again explored just enough to feel the pull of art most strongly among the possibilities in play. Once he was a pace or two away from Juniper again, their bodies both arriving back into a steadiness in their separation, Cory nodded gently down toward Juniper's boxers, his eyebrows raised hopefully once more.

At every turn, Cory leaned in and further in to Juniper's affections, and a warmth bloomed in his chest straight into Cory's hands. But, soon, Cory's hands withdrew from there and made their way with slow caresses up Juniper's neck and over his shoulders, pulling their bodies ever closer.

After the third kiss felt complete, Cory drew back gently to gaze at Juniper, which Juniper received warmly, curiously, his mind still and peaceful as though nothing else in the world mattered more than this moment. This is what it feels like to be fully present, Juniper thought.

"Thank you," Cory whispered, and Juniper nodded subtly even as Cory began to withdraw further. Juniper met Cory's bashful smile with mildly furrowed brows. Cory only continued to extract and disentangle until they were entirely separate bodies again, but this time, it did not feel like there were quite as many barriers to reconnecting. Instead, Juniper felt an undercurrent of trust that they could--and likely would--return again and again to that tenderness many times throughout this process.

Holding the warmth he felt in his chest, Juniper met Cory's gaze, and sure enough, the artist nodded in the direction of Juniper's boxers and softly raised his eyebrows. Juniper's own bashfulness reared its head as he smiled with one corner of his mouth and looked to one side, shaking his head slightly.

He had half a mind to come closer to Cory again, gently grasping the man's hands and guiding them to Juniper's boxers to finish the task themselves, but Juniper reminded himself that Cory intended to draw him, and the visual was therefore of paramount importance.

With one more bolstering look Cory's direction, Juniper hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down, slowly reaching beyond his tuft of dark hair and soon releasing his phallus fully out into the open. He pushed the fabric just enough further down his thighs such that they fell the rest of the way of their own accord. And, rather than pick them up immediately, Juniper stepped out of them and stood up straight, idly looking at one of his shoulders as his fingers traced his own hipbone. The thumb of his other hand reached up to slide along the edge of his bottom lip, and at last, he looked up at Cory, curious what the artist made of the sight of him, now utterly nude.