[ you're exactly what i want, is it — no, that brings about a fresh burst of warmth in his chest, softening his eyes even more, and there's no possible answer to that but to kiss him again when junpei's hand is pressed against his cheek, slow and tender and sweet.
and then, ] Yeah. Yeah, that sounds aces.
[ that's exactly what they do — figure it out together, wing it without a solid plan, simply doing what they feel like. and no, it's not in any way like it's all depicted in movies or stories; it turns out that removing jeans isn't the most elegant thing in the world, and junpei finishes kicking them off while charles laughs by his side, smugly vanishing his own trousers with a shrug and a grin; about halfway through they remember they probably need lube and charles nearly falls off the bed trying to get it, and in the process hits junpei in the chest, and it's so awkwardly hilarious that they end up giggling for a solid three minutes, just clutching each other as they laugh —
in the end, though, it's perfect exactly because of all the fumbling, all the laughter, all the little awkward moments. it's perfect because it's them, charles sinking down on him with a prolonged exhale, his hand reaching for junpei's face, fingertips trailing down the side of it until he rests his palm against his shoulder for better support; and, once they're done, he quite simply falls forward to pull junpei into a series of kisses.
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and then, ] Yeah. Yeah, that sounds aces.
[ that's exactly what they do — figure it out together, wing it without a solid plan, simply doing what they feel like. and no, it's not in any way like it's all depicted in movies or stories; it turns out that removing jeans isn't the most elegant thing in the world, and junpei finishes kicking them off while charles laughs by his side, smugly vanishing his own trousers with a shrug and a grin; about halfway through they remember they probably need lube and charles nearly falls off the bed trying to get it, and in the process hits junpei in the chest, and it's so awkwardly hilarious that they end up giggling for a solid three minutes, just clutching each other as they laugh —
in the end, though, it's perfect exactly because of all the fumbling, all the laughter, all the little awkward moments. it's perfect because it's them, charles sinking down on him with a prolonged exhale, his hand reaching for junpei's face, fingertips trailing down the side of it until he rests his palm against his shoulder for better support; and, once they're done, he quite simply falls forward to pull junpei into a series of kisses.
drawing back, he can't help but ask, ] You good?