[ When it comes to the track and shape of Junpei's emotions, House is a dedicated and thoughtful researcher, teasing out new information from every skewed frown and arched brow, testing and re-testing the results until he can draw a suitable conclusion. He could write an entire paper on the tension in the corners of Junpei's mouth and eyes, the affectation of boredom that doesn't quite disguise the uptick in his interest, itself evident in the way his dick is filling out in the curve of House's palm.

His own expression is almost a mirror of the one before him, though the veil he ducks behind isn't boredom, but a detached and clinical sobriety. ]

Who? Quentin? You can't show anyone the present if it's still wrapped up. [ Daring, he squeezes Junepi's growing erection, then starts to rub his palm up and down, dragging the fabric of the skirt over the lace beneath. ]

I really think I deserve to at least see what it looks like.