[Mm, there's probably such a thing as too much, but he won't worry about it now. No, now is only for the way Charles break out into laughter, the warmth it sparks in his chest and what a perfect sound it is. It nudges Junpei to laugh himself, more sputtering and abrupt when Charles goes in for that kiss, and Junpei isn't going to rush this either. It's been minutes, yes, and his belt can still wait for another kiss, and for Junpei to feel like he's gotten his fill of running his fingers through Charles' hair before he pulls his hands away to fiddle with his belt.
Which he is suddenly too butterfingers to handle, so oh: how relatable. He laughs again as he has to actually look down, jeez—]
Shit, at this rate we're both going to forget how zippers work...
[He's got it, he has it for sure, finally getting the belt undone and looking back up to kiss Charles again, for this victory. He pulls the end of the belt one-handed, which he thinks will be very cool and sexy of him, until it doesn't... all come out of the belt loops in one pull... he tugs it un-coolly the rest of the way and drops it to the floor.]
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Which he is suddenly too butterfingers to handle, so oh: how relatable. He laughs again as he has to actually look down, jeez—]
Shit, at this rate we're both going to forget how zippers work...
[He's got it, he has it for sure, finally getting the belt undone and looking back up to kiss Charles again, for this victory. He pulls the end of the belt one-handed, which he thinks will be very cool and sexy of him, until it doesn't... all come out of the belt loops in one pull... he tugs it un-coolly the rest of the way and drops it to the floor.]
There. Good riddance.