[There's nothing left in the world but the two of them and Junpei's pitiful collection of dress shirts hanging judgmentally unworn in the closet...
Junpei hums approvingly into the kiss; he really hasn't given enough intentional approval to everything Charles has been doing since lifting him up here, and as long as he can stamp down on his instinct to give a thumbs up, he'll make a mental note to do that more. Now, too, squeezing his legs around Charles' hips and kissing him again far more swiftly and... encouragingly? He doesn't know how to be smooth, he's winging it on that part, but the intent is there.
He goes for one more quick kiss and tangles his fingers in Charles' hair, equally unwilling to part any more than the space it takes to murmur his response,]
Yeah, always. [A beat—no, it really is always, aha ha,] I'm all yours.
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Junpei hums approvingly into the kiss; he really hasn't given enough intentional approval to everything Charles has been doing since lifting him up here, and as long as he can stamp down on his instinct to give a thumbs up, he'll make a mental note to do that more. Now, too, squeezing his legs around Charles' hips and kissing him again far more swiftly and... encouragingly? He doesn't know how to be smooth, he's winging it on that part, but the intent is there.
He goes for one more quick kiss and tangles his fingers in Charles' hair, equally unwilling to part any more than the space it takes to murmur his response,]
Yeah, always. [A beat—no, it really is always, aha ha,] I'm all yours.