[ he leaves his palm pressed against the side of junpei's face for a moment, cupping his cheek and brushing his thumb over his cheekbone, imagining that he can feel the way his skin would be warm to the touch. ]

You do that, [ he says softly, and very carefully does not let his own imagination run anywhere at all — the sweet, tender kiss is partly to distract himself from everything that he could be thinking about and doesn't allow... but the bigger part of it is simply because it is what he wants, to pour all of his love and adoration into the kiss, to make junpei feel treasured.

as junpei settles down against him, he adjusts the arm that's around him, then moves his other hand from his cheek to his hair, running his hand through the strands, presses his fingertips against his scalp and moves them in a downward line, in steady circles, before dragging his hand right back to the top of his head to start the process all over again. yes, it's impromptu head massage time while he talks more about ikea — ]

Love, you know that DIY's not assembling furniture, it's building it yourself out of like, parts you got separately?

[ he breathes a laugh. ] Don't got to chop wood, but I'd buy a ready-made piece of wood, and some angle brackets, and bolt it together myself.