Jouno can't hide the sound that escapes as Tetchō's fingers brush against his cock, and his hips move involuntarily to chase the touch. His head falls forward, forehead bumping against the other's as their lips connect again, a low moan still in Jouno's throat. It almost seems like he's too lost in the moment to reply at all, but eventually he pulls back to snap, "Of course you do, idiot." Had it not been obvious that they were going in that direction?

There's a small, annoyed pout on Jouno's lips before he kisses Tetchō again, twisting his fingers in the other's dark hair as a small punishment for wasting his time by saying something so stupid. Mostly, though, the sadist in Jouno just likes to hear the little sounds Tetchō makes when he's in pain, soft and sweet.

"Fuck me then," Jouno finally settles on, the words breathed against his boyfriend's mouth. He'll figure out a way to stay quiet, even if he has to bite down on Tetchō to do so. It wouldn't be the first time.