[ the blush just makes him smile warmly — as always, junpei looks really, truly lovely when he's going bright red, and charles feels entirely justified in taking a moment to just look at him... and if his smile widens as junpei takes his hand and places it back on his hip, if his eyes go both darker and yet spark at it a bit, well! also justified.
he gets with the plan about halfway through junpei hoisting himself up on the dresser, aiding him the rest of the way by simply lifting him a little by his waist; and, yeah, this is... very nice, actually. because what else should he want except junpei? he's said that, too, many times by now: that he doesn't care where they are, doesn't care if the world whites out around them, as long as they're together. that everything else he is prepared to lose in this place, even if it hurts, except junpei. why shouldn't it then extend to — this, charles' hands against his bare skin, his thumbs pressing against his hipbones and then below, tracing the line of his jean pockets and then back up.
and then he simply steps closer, nudges himself between junpei's legs, pulls him close against him and takes advantage of the fact he doesn't have to tilt his head down to kiss him properly. after a rather lengthy kiss, he pulls back, grinning. ]
Much better. So, you got a good idea yet? Of what I want. Or do I need to tell you more?
i am so here for that, thank you
he gets with the plan about halfway through junpei hoisting himself up on the dresser, aiding him the rest of the way by simply lifting him a little by his waist; and, yeah, this is... very nice, actually. because what else should he want except junpei? he's said that, too, many times by now: that he doesn't care where they are, doesn't care if the world whites out around them, as long as they're together. that everything else he is prepared to lose in this place, even if it hurts, except junpei. why shouldn't it then extend to — this, charles' hands against his bare skin, his thumbs pressing against his hipbones and then below, tracing the line of his jean pockets and then back up.
and then he simply steps closer, nudges himself between junpei's legs, pulls him close against him and takes advantage of the fact he doesn't have to tilt his head down to kiss him properly. after a rather lengthy kiss, he pulls back, grinning. ]
Much better. So, you got a good idea yet? Of what I want. Or do I need to tell you more?