[It doesn't even register, honestly. He'd've pulled away if the laughter lasted longer, but as it is it's just a blip on his radar and then gone, his mind occupied with the way Joseph's pressed up close against him. This is too important for him to think about anything else, not revenge or teasing or what's going to happen when it's over; he just wants this, to feel good and be close and be loved, and they'll figure the rest out later.]

[What does register is Joseph's fingers at his belt. That registers a lot, and most of him knows exactly what it wants right away, because the second he feels that touch he cants his hips forward and gasps into Joseph's mouth, feeling again like he's falling away or falling apart or just falling. But there's another part . . .]

[There's another part that wants something else, not different but more, and he frowns a little, kissing Joseph a little more slowly until he figures it out. And then he shudders and puts his hand over Joseph's and nips at his lower lip a little, just to get his attention.]

. . . Hey. Jojo, can I —

[God, he's being stupid about this, he knows, he knows, but . . . this isn't — it's not just some physical thing. Not for Joseph, not even for him, he knows, even if he doesn't know the right words to put on it yet, he still knows. So he ducks his chin a little and glances sideways for a moment, then back up to meet Joseph's eyes.]

I want you. I really do, but maybe . . . not here? Please.

[God. He tries to remember how to be cool about this. It's much more difficult with Joseph, which might kill him, because he knows it means something, he just doesn't know what. He buys himself a little time with another kiss, still needy and impatient because it's not like that's changed, it's just . . .]

Just, can we go in the other room, and then I want you. Right back where you were . . . okay?