[ he can't help the bubbling laughter at that haphazard toss, though it's cut short by the kiss that follows — and he's all too happy to lean into it, kiss him back as thoroughly as he can, sweet and loving and gentle.

his hands continue to roam around, eventually ending up settled against his waist, thumbs pressed against his hipbones, fingers tracing absently up and down against his lower back. ]

Well, [ he says, low and fond and amused all at once, ] I mean, there's what, four shirts to choose from? Might have to think about it a bit. Maybe the black one would be best. Or the other black one.

[ he leans in again, ducking his head to press a trail of kisses against junpei's neck, down to his collarbone. and then, pulling back slightly, ] Besides, we still got to get you that undershirt first, yeah?