JJ was desperate for touch. He arched his back a little, and frustrated sound came from the back of his throat. He was getting no relief here, and he was getting frustrated. He didn't care if Yuri touched him, but at the least, he could be allowed to touch himself - relieve the ache and the need.

There was an annoyed tug at the headboard, his wrists pulled hard, and his muscles didn't relax, he just continued to tug and pull. His entire upper body was strained, muscles flexed, and brows furrowed.

There was a sigh of annoyance. "Yuri," he said, eyes focused on Yuri. It was an oddly intense look. One that Yuri probably wouldn't have been accustomed to seeing from JJ. No surprise there, Yuri wasn't used to seeing JJ like this.

He considered, before impulsively hopping on a plan to see Yuri in Russia, that it would be a bad idea. But, of course, he couldn't help himself.