[It's a harrowing second or two, standing there holding his silly pose and waiting for Charles to respond. There is always a chance, isn't there, that the, hm, particular way Charles is always looking at him and touching him and holding him in his own bed is totally just platonic, right, there's a chance— Junpei has never claimed to be completely confident in reading signals.
The look Charles gives him now only makes the flush in his cheeks even deeper, and he lets Charles pull him in like there's no other choice he could possibly make. After the first kiss he manages to mumble out a tiny,] Oh—
[But then he can get it together, jazz hand hovering a moment before landing on Charles' shoulder as he leans into the other two kisses with enthusiasm. There's going to be a lot of standing on tiptoe in his future, he figures, and that is just fine. These kisses alone have made his heart flip so many times he's pretty sure it could generate flight, and if he's to float around after Charles like a besotted cartoon character for the rest of time, then it will be worth it.
And if the kisses can wind him up that much that quickly, is it any wonder that Charles' words can unravel him just as fast; he squeezes Charles' hand and shoulder harder, like he might earnestly just wobble straight to the ground from the relief of it, from the pure joy. Again he says,]
Oh, [and then,] Good. Great. Holy shit.
[Now it all hits him in full, the relief due for the world not ending, the elation of being loved, and he does kind of sway a little bit as he steps forward to thunk his head onto Charles' shoulder.]
Knew you'd be a good kisser. [Is there anything Charles isn't good at, sheesh— Junpei does actually stand on tiptoe then, lifting his head for another kiss, almost giddy that this is a thing he can do now whenever he likes.
When he leans back he is still cherry red, and trying and failing to smile just a normal amount instead of way too much.]
That's what I should've told you sooner, but... [He shrugs one shoulder; Charles had things to do, he made a judgment call. Still, as if to make up for that, again:] Yeah. I love you, too.
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The look Charles gives him now only makes the flush in his cheeks even deeper, and he lets Charles pull him in like there's no other choice he could possibly make. After the first kiss he manages to mumble out a tiny,] Oh—
[But then he can get it together, jazz hand hovering a moment before landing on Charles' shoulder as he leans into the other two kisses with enthusiasm. There's going to be a lot of standing on tiptoe in his future, he figures, and that is just fine. These kisses alone have made his heart flip so many times he's pretty sure it could generate flight, and if he's to float around after Charles like a besotted cartoon character for the rest of time, then it will be worth it.
And if the kisses can wind him up that much that quickly, is it any wonder that Charles' words can unravel him just as fast; he squeezes Charles' hand and shoulder harder, like he might earnestly just wobble straight to the ground from the relief of it, from the pure joy. Again he says,]
Oh, [and then,] Good. Great. Holy shit.
[Now it all hits him in full, the relief due for the world not ending, the elation of being loved, and he does kind of sway a little bit as he steps forward to thunk his head onto Charles' shoulder.]
Knew you'd be a good kisser. [Is there anything Charles isn't good at, sheesh— Junpei does actually stand on tiptoe then, lifting his head for another kiss, almost giddy that this is a thing he can do now whenever he likes.
When he leans back he is still cherry red, and trying and failing to smile just a normal amount instead of way too much.]
That's what I should've told you sooner, but... [He shrugs one shoulder; Charles had things to do, he made a judgment call. Still, as if to make up for that, again:] Yeah. I love you, too.