No? [Corrigan’s other hand comes up, finding the gap between Junpei's sweatshirt and jeans and settling there, his skin warm and smooth, thumb stroking over the tiny sliver of bare skin he's revealed.] Who's going to stop me? You met me alone in a park. I'm guessing you didn't tell anyone where you were going or who you were meeting.

[The words themselves are a bit threatening, but Corry delivers them in a calm, almost gentle tone. His expression has a strange, sad softness to it, hidden between the desire and amusement.] You're reckless with yourself. It's dangerous.