[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.
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[ 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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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.
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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.]