Sho hasn’t shoved Jun up against a wall or any other surface the entire night, and it’s starting to drive Jun a little crazy. Sho’s hands are in his hair instead of on his hips and he’s not even fighting Jun on the kiss. When he lifts up Jun’s shirt only to trail feather-light kisses down his stomach, Jun shoves him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I just, uh, thought,” Sho stammers, embarrassed.

“What, that I injured myself?”

Sho doesn’t answer, shifting uncomfortably on the bed, so Jun pulls him forward for a real kiss. Sho gasps for air and Jun smiles.

“We both like it like this,” Jun says, voice low as though there might be someone listening, because he knows Sho sometimes pretends there is.

Sho groans in response, eyes clinched shut and fingers fisted in Jun’s shirt, and Jun still can’t understand what’s holding him back.

“I do,” Sho says, finally. “I just want you to know it doesn’t have to be like this.”

Jun meets Sho’s eyes and his grip on Sho’s hair loosens just a little bit.

“I appreciate that,” Jun says, sincere. “Now can you bite me?”

Sho grins and nudges Jun back on the bed, pinning Jun’s wrists over his head. If Sho notices that Jun’s not struggling as hard as usual, he doesn’t say.