[ The sudden press of his body against the tree accompanied by the grind of hips earns a surprised gasp from Junpei. He should be very concerned about the fact they are in public, but his focus is entirely on the older man and his words, and his exploring hands. There's a small wince as the bruise is pressed down on, the area still tender. It had been very ugly when it was fresh, a horrible mottled red and purple, left by a kick by a strong foot. There had been some trepidation when he'd shown off his torso that the bruises would be a turn off for the other, even if they're nowhere near as jarring as the ones hidden beneath his hair fringe, but he hadn't been expecting this reaction to them.

The last bit Corrigan utters leaves him with a fluttery feeling in his stomach, much to Junpei's confusion and dismay. Is this really what sets him off? Is this because of all he's been through? Is he this warped now? ]

I can't guarantee that. I never know when I'm going to run into ... certain people. Unless I just hide in my apartment forever.