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[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...

[But let's have a little check-in, anyway.]

[ 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.

[So, eventually. They'll get there.]

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