The twist of hair gets exactly the reaction Jouno wants, and he laughs softly against Tetchō's mouth, breath hot. His laugh is cut off by a gasp as Tetchō's fingers tease his cock. He deepens the kiss, a desperate attempt to conceal the sound (even if his enjoyment of the moment is obvious given how painfully hard he is in Tetchō's hand).

He can feel Tetchō's smile against the kiss and almost pulls back to tell him off. Instead of words, though, there's a groan of slight disappointment when Tetchō's hand moves from his cock. Even knowing that it will be worth it in the long run, he can't help but instantly miss the attention.

"Stupid question," he snaps, but it comes out more lustful and breathy than anything. "It's fine. Just..." There's a pause. Jouno doesn't like to admit that he can't handle everything, and a situation like this is no exception. "Go slow." He sits up on his knees, giving Tetchō better access to his ass. The hand in Tetchō's hair slides down to rest on his shoulder, a gesture clearly meant to steady Jouno once they got started.