Never, [ he murmurs into a kiss, ] You're never too much, sweetheart.
[ is it important, right now? perhaps not, not with the way they're close enough for all doubts to melt away into the kisses they keep trading, and yet he can't not say it regardless, to make sure junpei knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that his fears are, as ever, completely unfounded.
and charles is happy to take his time; they've got nowhere to be, and he wants nothing more than for junpei to feel good — feel amazing, actually, because that is in turn what makes him feel good. but maybe he's sort of forgetting that there's an actual task there he's trying to do, and when junpei huffs out his offer, quietly amused, charles pulls back, blinking as if he needs a second to sort of get his head back on in a mode where he can parse words —
and then he's snickering, and then chuckling, shoulders starting to shake as he laughs over the fact that it's definitely been minutes and the belt is... yeah, no closer to being removed, at all. ]
Yeah, [ he says, and leans in to give junpei a swift but thorough kiss. ] Yeah, that'd be brills.
[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.]
[ it's a bit, of course, but he manages to sound very genuinely like he's temporarily forgotten about the existence of zippers — only the way his mouth tilts into a smile at the end betrays it, and then junpei's looking at him and kissing him again and he leans into it, then drops another few kisses on his jaw as he watches him pull the belt out — very cool, in fact, even with the slight hiccup at the end there.
so he breathes another laugh, glances at the poor belt there on the floor, and then back at junpei. ]
That was pretty smooth, [ he says, and actually means it, and never has there been more a moment that showcases just how down bad he is —
anyway, with his hands no longer required to fiddle with the belt, he hooks them behind junpei's back and pulls him flush against him, bracing him against him so that he's sort of half sitting on the dresser and half held up by charles' hands on him and his legs still around his waist. and more kisses are imminent; at least until he pulls back and says, entirely seriously, ] You know, I think the problem with the zipper's not going to be that we don't remember how it works, but that there's no way I'm getting your jeans off like this.
[Oh, he's got jokes. Amused, Junpei huffs as Charles kisses his jaw, mumbling,] No it wasn't, come on, [but it's warm and fond, because of course it's not a real argument; he knows Charles is earnest. That knowledge makes his head spin some, and it's incredible that he's even now still finding ways to be pleasantly overwhelmed by everything Charles does that shows the depths of his feelings— he doesn't think that's ever going to stop, and honestly? He's totally okay with it.
Even better to be pressed flush against Charles, locking his legs tighter around Charles' waist, you know, just in case he starts to slip. It's been, um, a number of minutes for sure that they haven't made any progress in getting to the business as it were, that's a good point, but Junpei is more than pleased to keep drawing it out like this. He hums and makes a show of looking down... towards his own hip, sort of? It's indicative of Jeans, for sure—
Mostly it's a bit before he looks back at Charles and leans in to kiss him again, with another hum, more insistent, and curls his arms tighter around Charles' shoulders. One second... another...
Several more... okay,] Well, you got me up here, right? You can get me somewhere else.
[Shotput throw him to bed, do it—]
we can take turns crawling back here for more embarrassment tbh
[ well, it isn't as if charles has any particular objections to drawing it out, as it were — there's a pleasant warmth inside him, one that comes not from anywhere else but perhaps simply his own soul, and if they lose several more minutes by kissing each other, slow and deep and unhurried, that's just fine, isn't it? he doesn't mind; they're not on a schedule, here.
with a laugh bubbling under his breath, ] That's how it's gonna be, is it? Right, [ he says, with the kind of grin that he only gets when he's about to follow through on something probably inadvisable, or about to show off, or perhaps both — ]
You helped yourself get up here, didn't you, love? So you've gotta help, now, too. Hold on tight.
[ that's all the warning he gives before he slides his hands under junpei's thighs and takes a step back. and another step, and another, until he's supporting him entirely on his own (well, with the help of junpei clinging to him, of course, arms and legs around him).
and he stops, then, halfway to the bed, to give him a thorough kiss; and then, looking just somewhat smug, he walks them over to the bed and leans down, intent on setting junpei there on his back... he'll need to let go first for that to happen, though. ]
[Junpei sighs, entirely put-upon,] Work, work, work. [—because he's very funny, and like there was even a chance of him not clinging to Charles, whether up in the air or otherwise. It's just so much work to lean against him like this, delighting in the simple things like Charles' grip on his thighs and the added thrill of an up in the air kiss!! He huffs and makes a big show of rolling his eyes again anyway, at the same time that he doesn't hold back his broad grin at all.]
Now you're just showing off.
[Please, keep doing that forever, he's just legally obligated to point it out as helpful encouragement. And as much as he doesn't want to let go of Charles... he does all at once, dropping the extra short distance to the bed in an inelegant flop, only to immediately lean up on one arm to pull Charles down into another kiss. He heroically resists just completely wrapping himself around Charles again like some kind of needy, shirtless koala, but only just.
The look he fixes up at Charles when he settles back down is practically glowing with adoration, even in the moment where his brow knits sheepishly and he glances at they very interesting headboard.]
Hey, uh, I don't really know what I'm doing here, if you know what I mean, so... I dunno, just let me know if I do something weird.
they keep inventing new levels of cringe all the time
[ oh, but he is funny — at least in charles' very biased opinion, evidenced by how he laughs brightly at that sigh-and-grumble before shutting up more possible pretend-complaints with that kiss.
he purses his lips and grins, his tone lilting, ] Yeah, well, some time we should see just how long I can hold you up, shouldn't we?
[ if he wants showing off, then he's definitely got more where that came from — but it is some time, because now is for setting junpei on the bed and being dragged close immediately, like thirty seconds is far too long to go without kisses. (and it is, junpei's got the right idea — he has no complaints.)
but that look — that look is enough to flip his heart around, enough to make him feel like he could flush beet-red under the attention, the open, shining affection, and he'd have to be a far stronger guy to resist smiling back with his heart in his eyes, leaning down to draw junpei into another slow, sweet kiss, stopping him from saying more.
when he draws back, it is to say, soft and just as adoring, ]
Darling, remember I love you, yeah? There's nothing you can do that's weird. And anyway, [ here, he glances down at the bed, lifts his hand to scratch at his neck, ] I mean, I don't really know much more, do I? So we'll just have to figure it out together.
[ but speaking of that — he lifts his gaze to meet junpei's, still a bit sheepish, too, but also earnest. ] Is there... I mean, think you could tell me if there's something in particular you want? We can do whatever, but I'd prefer if it's exactly what you want.
[Oh, he definitely wants showing off, that earns Charles another suggestive eyebrow wiggle—
After all the kissing, and wrapping his arms tight around Charles once more, and all but melting under his gaze and his darling and everything else. Maybe he's had some, uh, preconceived notions about how cool and smooth he's supposed to be during this kind of thing, and yet again Charles takes those notions and tosses them out the window.
He blushes brightly all the same, matching the warmth that spreads all the way to his fingertips when Charles looks at him like that, all sheepish and honest. Charles can do anything he wants at any time, frankly, if Junpei is speaking fully from the heart—]
You're exactly what I want, [he says (and feels very clever about it, in fact),] And, uh, I've got plenty of ideas, but... we've got a lot of time?
[Quality over quantity? He wisely chooses not to say this part out loud. Point for Junpei. He slides his hands down to cup Charles' face, so they can stare at each other properly. With a grin and eyes brimming with affection,]
If we're both kind of clueless anyway, let's wing it. Yeah?
[ 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.
[As first times go, it's got way more laughter than Junpei would have expected, but he quickly finds that makes it something more special than just the deed itself. The goofy way he exaggerates falling back when Charles whacks him in the chest makes Charles laugh, and that alone is worth a thousand, hm, more perfectly-orchestrated scenarios.
And yeah, Charles is super ultra mega hot (tm), and it is by default the best sex Junpei has ever had, but it's also just the two of them tangled up and laughing again, cycling through feeling so very suave and cool about themselves right back to fumbling and succumbing to the snickers, and on and on and on.
So it's good. It's good. Junpei throws his arms around Charles as soon as he comes down into kissing range, holding him tight. He can't decide yet if he's tired or wired, but either way he has nothing but love in his eyes as he looks up at Charles.]
You kidding? I'm bouncing off the walls. [in his heart, specifically,] You? You were perfect, but...
[ it is that look even more than the kisses that truly makes his chest feel light and warm, and surely feeling this happy is impossible without dissolving at the edges, surely he can't fit this much love inside of him without it all bubbling over like a pot forgotten on a stove — and he has to take a moment to find his words, which means he's pulling junpei into another kiss, soft and deep and so, so loving. ]
You were perfect, [ he returns with a smile, ] And I feel perfect.
[ as much as he wishes he could truly, properly feel all of this, it does come with the upside of, well, no discomfort — and so he isn't even just saying it in the afterglow, but actually means it.
and then, he pushes himself back up for a moment, just to look down at junpei, his expression full of wonder. ]
I don't remember if I said this [ excuse him for having lost control of what he was saying, if anything, there towards the end ] but... Junpei, love, you're stunning.
[Junpei huffs, amused and adoring and instantly reaching up to tug Charles back down as soon as he moves up. Yes, he loves to look at him, but come here and get cuddled, dork.]
I think you mentioned it.
[Not that he doesn't like hearing it again. This wasn't at all the date night he had planned, but whatever— there are plenty of other date nights, and there's nothing about this particular night that he'd ever change.]
Stay here a minute. [And by here he means all tangled up with him, of course; staring at each other in awe can be done even from an inch away!] Or, like, thirty... basically until it's time to get up and go shower.
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[ is it important, right now? perhaps not, not with the way they're close enough for all doubts to melt away into the kisses they keep trading, and yet he can't not say it regardless, to make sure junpei knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that his fears are, as ever, completely unfounded.
and charles is happy to take his time; they've got nowhere to be, and he wants nothing more than for junpei to feel good — feel amazing, actually, because that is in turn what makes him feel good. but maybe he's sort of forgetting that there's an actual task there he's trying to do, and when junpei huffs out his offer, quietly amused, charles pulls back, blinking as if he needs a second to sort of get his head back on in a mode where he can parse words —
and then he's snickering, and then chuckling, shoulders starting to shake as he laughs over the fact that it's definitely been minutes and the belt is... yeah, no closer to being removed, at all. ]
Yeah, [ he says, and leans in to give junpei a swift but thorough kiss. ] Yeah, that'd be brills.
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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.
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[ it's a bit, of course, but he manages to sound very genuinely like he's temporarily forgotten about the existence of zippers — only the way his mouth tilts into a smile at the end betrays it, and then junpei's looking at him and kissing him again and he leans into it, then drops another few kisses on his jaw as he watches him pull the belt out — very cool, in fact, even with the slight hiccup at the end there.
so he breathes another laugh, glances at the poor belt there on the floor, and then back at junpei. ]
That was pretty smooth, [ he says, and actually means it, and never has there been more a moment that showcases just how down bad he is —
anyway, with his hands no longer required to fiddle with the belt, he hooks them behind junpei's back and pulls him flush against him, bracing him against him so that he's sort of half sitting on the dresser and half held up by charles' hands on him and his legs still around his waist. and more kisses are imminent; at least until he pulls back and says, entirely seriously, ] You know, I think the problem with the zipper's not going to be that we don't remember how it works, but that there's no way I'm getting your jeans off like this.
crawls back in for max embarrassment
Even better to be pressed flush against Charles, locking his legs tighter around Charles' waist, you know, just in case he starts to slip. It's been, um, a number of minutes for sure that they haven't made any progress in getting to the business as it were, that's a good point, but Junpei is more than pleased to keep drawing it out like this. He hums and makes a show of looking down... towards his own hip, sort of? It's indicative of Jeans, for sure—
Mostly it's a bit before he looks back at Charles and leans in to kiss him again, with another hum, more insistent, and curls his arms tighter around Charles' shoulders. One second... another...
Several more... okay,] Well, you got me up here, right? You can get me somewhere else.
[Shotput throw him to bed, do it—]
we can take turns crawling back here for more embarrassment tbh
with a laugh bubbling under his breath, ] That's how it's gonna be, is it? Right, [ he says, with the kind of grin that he only gets when he's about to follow through on something probably inadvisable, or about to show off, or perhaps both — ]
You helped yourself get up here, didn't you, love? So you've gotta help, now, too. Hold on tight.
[ that's all the warning he gives before he slides his hands under junpei's thighs and takes a step back. and another step, and another, until he's supporting him entirely on his own (well, with the help of junpei clinging to him, of course, arms and legs around him).
and he stops, then, halfway to the bed, to give him a thorough kiss; and then, looking just somewhat smug, he walks them over to the bed and leans down, intent on setting junpei there on his back... he'll need to let go first for that to happen, though. ]
cw cringe boys on this whole thread
Now you're just showing off.
[Please, keep doing that forever, he's just legally obligated to point it out as helpful encouragement. And as much as he doesn't want to let go of Charles... he does all at once, dropping the extra short distance to the bed in an inelegant flop, only to immediately lean up on one arm to pull Charles down into another kiss. He heroically resists just completely wrapping himself around Charles again like some kind of needy, shirtless koala, but only just.
The look he fixes up at Charles when he settles back down is practically glowing with adoration, even in the moment where his brow knits sheepishly and he glances at they very interesting headboard.]
Hey, uh, I don't really know what I'm doing here, if you know what I mean, so... I dunno, just let me know if I do something weird.
they keep inventing new levels of cringe all the time
he purses his lips and grins, his tone lilting, ] Yeah, well, some time we should see just how long I can hold you up, shouldn't we?
[ if he wants showing off, then he's definitely got more where that came from — but it is some time, because now is for setting junpei on the bed and being dragged close immediately, like thirty seconds is far too long to go without kisses. (and it is, junpei's got the right idea — he has no complaints.)
but that look — that look is enough to flip his heart around, enough to make him feel like he could flush beet-red under the attention, the open, shining affection, and he'd have to be a far stronger guy to resist smiling back with his heart in his eyes, leaning down to draw junpei into another slow, sweet kiss, stopping him from saying more.
when he draws back, it is to say, soft and just as adoring, ]
Darling, remember I love you, yeah? There's nothing you can do that's weird. And anyway, [ here, he glances down at the bed, lifts his hand to scratch at his neck, ] I mean, I don't really know much more, do I? So we'll just have to figure it out together.
[ but speaking of that — he lifts his gaze to meet junpei's, still a bit sheepish, too, but also earnest. ] Is there... I mean, think you could tell me if there's something in particular you want? We can do whatever, but I'd prefer if it's exactly what you want.
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After all the kissing, and wrapping his arms tight around Charles once more, and all but melting under his gaze and his darling and everything else. Maybe he's had some, uh, preconceived notions about how cool and smooth he's supposed to be during this kind of thing, and yet again Charles takes those notions and tosses them out the window.
He blushes brightly all the same, matching the warmth that spreads all the way to his fingertips when Charles looks at him like that, all sheepish and honest. Charles can do anything he wants at any time, frankly, if Junpei is speaking fully from the heart—]
You're exactly what I want, [he says (and feels very clever about it, in fact),] And, uh, I've got plenty of ideas, but... we've got a lot of time?
[Quality over quantity? He wisely chooses not to say this part out loud. Point for Junpei. He slides his hands down to cup Charles' face, so they can stare at each other properly. With a grin and eyes brimming with affection,]
If we're both kind of clueless anyway, let's wing it. Yeah?
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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?
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And yeah, Charles is super ultra mega hot (tm), and it is by default the best sex Junpei has ever had, but it's also just the two of them tangled up and laughing again, cycling through feeling so very suave and cool about themselves right back to fumbling and succumbing to the snickers, and on and on and on.
So it's good. It's good. Junpei throws his arms around Charles as soon as he comes down into kissing range, holding him tight. He can't decide yet if he's tired or wired, but either way he has nothing but love in his eyes as he looks up at Charles.]
You kidding? I'm bouncing off the walls. [in his heart, specifically,] You? You were perfect, but...
[But let's have a little check-in, anyway.]
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You were perfect, [ he returns with a smile, ] And I feel perfect.
[ as much as he wishes he could truly, properly feel all of this, it does come with the upside of, well, no discomfort — and so he isn't even just saying it in the afterglow, but actually means it.
and then, he pushes himself back up for a moment, just to look down at junpei, his expression full of wonder. ]
I don't remember if I said this [ excuse him for having lost control of what he was saying, if anything, there towards the end ] but... Junpei, love, you're stunning.
🎀
I think you mentioned it.
[Not that he doesn't like hearing it again. This wasn't at all the date night he had planned, but whatever— there are plenty of other date nights, and there's nothing about this particular night that he'd ever change.]
Stay here a minute. [And by here he means all tangled up with him, of course; staring at each other in awe can be done even from an inch away!] Or, like, thirty... basically until it's time to get up and go shower.
[So, eventually. They'll get there.]