[ Gino's mouth hangs open to catch his breath, sugary spit-slick and what does he care, he just licks his lips and grins. With Jeremiah closer to him, he's able to hitch his knees up and gain a little purchase against his middle, sliding himself back and then wrapping those endlessly long legs around him to hold himself (well, not just himself) in place. ]
I'm sorry, I can't help it.
[ he says, without the faintest trace of actually being sorry in his voice or on his face whatsoever. With his legs coiled around that leaves him to slide his arms back up around Jeremiah's neck, using him and his muscle strength entirely to hold himself up in his awkward half-sit. ]
But if you're not putting me in my place, that's on you, Pro-fess-or.
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I'm sorry, I can't help it.
[ he says, without the faintest trace of actually being sorry in his voice or on his face whatsoever. With his legs coiled around that leaves him to slide his arms back up around Jeremiah's neck, using him and his muscle strength entirely to hold himself up in his awkward half-sit. ]
But if you're not putting me in my place, that's on you, Pro-fess-or.
[ A peck along his jaw for each syllable. ]