[This boy!! Snake's tough boyfriend image still exists in that Junpei will believe until the end of time that Snake can kick anybody's ass if he really wants, but besides that, he's a soft boy. This kissing and humming is all very sweet, making Junpei reach back with one hand to touch his pretty boy face and hold him close there.
Do this humming thing again... he like.]
They don't babysit me. [no... he is an adult.......] There's Gaius, he's kind of a cop? He was the one who brought takeout that one time.
[Snake laughs, debating moving Junpei's hand back to the pan... and ultimately making the decision that will probably ruin their dinner. He doesn't touch Junpei's hands while he moves these kisses back to where he stopped himself last time, and his own dip underneath Junpei's shirt. It's the same as he'd done, except Snake clearly wasn't worrying about getting in trouble.]
That was fairly good takeout, wasn't it? We should thank him properly, sometime.
[Oh- okay, that's not humming. Junpei is definitely distracted from poking a wooden spoon around the pan or whatever he's doing, pushing his other hand back a little further to curl his fingers into Snake's hair. Now there are hands under his shirt and he doesn't care about this dinner at all. But he's making an effort... to try...?]
Yeah—some, uh, other time. Like making him dinner at a party, for example.
[Is he... If he still is, Snake isn't doing enough. So he'll start tracing nonsensical shapes up Junpei's stomach, and kiss along his jaw, and hum. Is he smirking a little? He must be.]
Well, I don't see why we have to another time... It seems like you're awfully distracted, Junpei. Are you alright?
[Well, he still has one hand on a spoon, which is about all the culinary talent he can fit into this cooking thing anyway, so yes. He is still trying. Trying to cook and trying to resist Snake doing his thing are totally unrelated, though, because Junpei isn't doing that second one at all. Don't make fun of him if drawing shapes on his stomach makes him shiver a little, thanks... he's delicate.]
Oh- I'm good. I'm real good. Just, uh... cooking. [Listen to him tap the spoon an egregious few times.] Food stuff.
[He won't make fun, but he'll still laugh against his skin. Junpei's just too cute of a boyfriend not to? Just when he might think Snake'll spare him when he stops the prosthetic at his hip, he drags the real one up to get a feel of his ribs, and ultimately, to draw small circles at the center of his chest.]
Are you...? What did the book say you needed to do next, then?
[Hey, that hand is still cold and probably kind of vegetable-damp? That's enough to get Junpei to make a little noise of surprise and not-really-protest, and he's put the spoon down and moved his now free hand to, uh, tug his own shirt a little before he stops to think about the book.
Hmm, yes, the book speaks. But Junpei is fixing his shirt to make it easier for his blind boy to get all up under it so like, forget that book. Impatient virgin.txt]
Uhhh- stir...? I was doing that. Stirring for some... number of minutes.
[Snake actually forgot that his fake hand is too cold to be doing that, so there's a few seconds of confusion before he starts laughing again. For better or for worse, he'll leave those fingers hooked in a belt loop with a low mumble of apology. You know, before he's back to kissing further down his neck between sentences.]
I think you've stirred enough. Perhaps we should move on, get prepare the rest of this... I'd have to let you go, however. What do you think, Junpei?
[Junpei's going to get him some of those pocket hand warmer packs, because those definitely exist in this fantasy world. Maybe magic rocks? Now then, leaving him with the executive decision-making duties here is definitely a risk. He could do something really stupid!]
You know, it could probably use another stir or two. You're not seeing this, it's... stirrable.
[Like this, what is he saying? Why is he even saying words? Either way: please do not let go of him, thanks. He pauses like he might say something more, but instead reaches out and casually turns the stove off. Hmm. Hmm.]
[There's just so many thing Snake can be making fun of here. He expects a little fumbling over words, but turning the oven off? That's a pleasant surprise. Even Snake didn't think about that.]
So you want to stay and... stir. Because I think some things are in the way. [Like, Snake is, but that's not what he means at all. Clearly, instead of moving his arms, tugging up on the shirt is the better solution here.] How about it?
Uh- [Oh. Oh, his shirt's being pulled, alright. For a very brief moment there, Junpei actually thought he might have to use his adult words. Thankfully Snake speaks significant environmental clues, like turning off the stove and spoiling dinner wholly on purpose. They can order fantasy pizza, god, he doesn't care.
That said, Snake is actually still in the way, as nicely wrapped around Junpei as he is. Junpei makes another one of those vague noises, sliding his hand out of Snake's hair before he doesn't quite shrug him off, but significantly wiggles his shoulders. He's a little bit tense, which shouldn't come as a huge shock, but he's completely on board for this ridiculous diversion. In the kitchen.]
Give me half a second without breathing down my neck. [And then, after, do that a bunch. Cool. He's taking his shirt off whether or not Snake leans away to avoid getting hit in the face with it.]
[Snake gets the idea, even if he pulls back with a reluctant sigh. It isn't really that big of a deal, given he can take the time to wipe vegetable-dampness off with a towel, but complaining is just in his nature. Part of him feels if he didn't, it might get too tense for the both of them.] If I must. I know you like when I do, though...
[It also gives him time to consider what Junpei already knows: his hand is so cold. He doesn't want being touched to be an unpleasant experience, so enjoy knowing he's rubbing his hands together before he leans back into him. One hand is still colder as both begin tracing every curve from Junpei's chest to his abdomen, but a real consideration of his comfort was made.]
I'm looking forward to knowing every part of you like I know your face, Junpei. Are you?
H-Hey— half a second. [Don't call him out so soon? Can't he like that thing in peace, without having it advertised back to him? He stands there considering what to do with his shirt for a moment while Snake prepares his hand, eventually deciding to toss it a few feet aside onto one of their kitchen chairs. It probably slides off onto the floor, but never mind that.
It's definitely all the tension in him being pulled taut when Snake touches him again, as he seems to go rigid from the waist up for a second before relaxing back against him like a moment ago. It's just... that hand is still real different, even if it's not as ice cold and weirdly damp anymore. Junpei is practically reeling already and he has no idea what to do with his own hands, belatedly reaching up with at least one to rest it on Snake's shoulder.
This is just so much boyfriend? He's 12.]
Uh, wow. That's- yeah. [Genius. He laughs to dispel a little bit of nerves. Ah.] So... do your thing?
[Snake usually laughs off Junpei's obvious inexperience with this sort of thing, but this time only garners a small smile. It's significantly more intimate than kisses and a few fleeting touches, and he can't quite tell the line between tension and uncertainty.
It doesn't mean he'll stop here, because clearly they've gotten this far for a reason. He starts his kisses up again with a thoughtful hum, starting from under the corner of his jawline and making his way down to where his neck met his shoulder. The colder, smoother hand slides around Junpei's side to drag its thumb down Junpei's side, the other tracing circles just above his waistline. Hmm.]
Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable, dear?
[Junpei thinks he should have kept his shirt. Not on, no way in hell, but if he had it in his useless, clumsy hands right now, at least he'd have something to... squeeze. A lot. He feels a little foolish, honestly - in the grand scheme of intimacy this is like a step two, and here he is, a big loser who doesn't know what the hell he's doing.
Still, the chances of him shying away when Snake is touching him are... nonexistent! So that works out well, he thinks, tilting his head to invite more kisses. Now that he's the thing that's going to keep Snake's artificial hand warm, meanwhile, he's getting used to it... This time it's a lot more obvious when he shivers under Snake's touch, fingers curling against his shoulder. He still doesn't know what to do with his other hand.
please don't ask him these questions and make him use words] What are you, a waiter?
[fuck]
Orrr, uh... hmm. Take off your shirt? [Is that what he meant? It's the best Junpei can do on short notice.]
[Well, that's enough for his smile to turn to a wide grin. He leans his head against him like he has to consider it, drumming his fingers on his hip.] Well, if you're going to call me a waiter, I'll have to ask if that's all you'll be having... or what kind of drink you want, because you seem parched.
[Because he's thirsty? He's trying to lighten the mood. Snake moves back yet again, wasting little time in pulling his shirt overhead only to realize he has even less of an idea of where to put it than Junpei did. Uh, well, this is just getting dropped at their feet, he guesses...]
[For all that Snake is being rude and sassing him again, his effort to lighten the mood actually works. Junpei scoffs at him, sliding his hand from his shoulder to Snake's cheek to hold him there fondly, just for a moment, before patting him like he's a big dweeb and needs to get with the program already. The no shirts program.
But, uh, a good point. He turns halfway, to look between their pitifully abandoned dinner and Snake a few times, as if there's a moment where he's considering going back to cooking and picking up this thing later. Truth be told, silently, where Junpei will never say it out loud: he's actually considering just hauling himself up onto the kitchen counter. But maybe not today... that's bold.]
Now you don't want to be in the kitchen? What a crappy waiter. [ha ha Jokes, anyway, he reaches for Snake's hand to squeeze lightly. Ahem. ...ahem.......] ...Couch?
[The couch is closer and he is indeed parched as hell.]
[There's no way for Snake to know he's considering it, so he's mercifully saved from being teased to no end. Instead he'll thread his fingers through Junpei's, already starting to lead them out of the kitchen before he even gets answer from them. Both of them are a little parched, it seems.]
It's almost like we never should have left... though I think I'm glad I stopped recording, now. [He's still grinning over his shoulder, up until he runs into the couch's leg from not paying attention. Uh, ignore that, he's still really smooth as he maneuvers around it and stops, waiting for Junpei to settle in first.] After you?
[There's a lot of thirst going on here, for sure. Junpei follows him back to the couch like dinner plans never happened, and since he's also looking at Snake like he's the best boy in the world, there's not an iota of chance of him not noticing Snake walks into the goddamn couch. He stifles his laugh, but squeezes his hand in - moral support? Sure.]
You better not go for that phone any time soon. [Don't even joke about recording his inexperience, he'll die. He shuffles around Snake to just flop down onto the couch, super romantically, tugging Snake's hand so he'll get over here. Junpei is... settled. "Ready" would be a stretch, but he's good to admire this beautiful boy now. Nice.] Well—come here.
Soon? No. Ever? Hmmmm... [Of course he wouldn't now... he can't ever run the risk of trying to embarrass him with other recordings and play that instead.
Snake leans to feel how Junpei's laid out before he climbs over him. It's so he can lie across him with a knee between his, but he makes no other big steps in the touching department. He rests his hands back at his sides, but simply begins to trace what he already knows and takes this opportunity to kiss him on the lips. He can't have his virgin boyfriend tense up all over again... He'll take it slow.]
You... are exquisite, you know. Even if you lack eloquence.
Come on, don't... [Snake! Please! Whining aside, Junpei is already less tense here than he was in the kitchen, funnily enough. He's a veteran of laying around with Snake, after all, and this is kind of in media res going back to touch town - he's good, he's got it. He's waiting very patiently for Snake to get over here, down here, whatever, so he can immediately slide his arms up over his shoulders and lean up into that smooch.
Parched.]
Oh. [exquisite, wow, waiter vocab much] Not mutually exclusive things.
[Thanks anyway, nerd. Junpei just wants to... look at him for a moment, while Snake does his thing. He's already lost the best angle to admire his shirtlessness - very nice, anyway - but he also needs another moment to really reflect on how into this dude he is. Again. One of these days, he'll be less surprised by his own relationship. Snake is great?
Junpei kisses him again to stand in for all the feelings he can't articulate just yet, and then brilliantly he comes up with:] You're pretty.
[There's a lot of things Snake assumes is going to happen, here. That's just how he goes through things. Junpei's probably going to get impatient with him, Junpei's probably going to need some guidance, Junpei's probably going to say something sweet. But when he hears "pretty" he spends a moment waiting for the next word, and... it doesn't come.
Pretty mean? Pretty cute? Pretty... Just pretty? It's not insulting or meant to be funny in any way, and he can't help but smile at that. He doesn't know what to how to articulate his feelings, now, so settle for a kiss in between his laughter. He's not laughing at him, this time. It's just... all of this.]
Well, Junpei, I... don't think I could be any happier with you. That isn't an invitation to step up, I... I just think you're wonderful. And if you'll have me, I'd... like to "see" more of you, now.
[To be fair - Snake is those other things too, but at the moment Junpei only wants him to know how pretty he is. Snake did just point how eloquent Junpei isn't, so two birds with one stone: Snake's mean, and Junpei isn't a master wordsmith. "You're pretty" it is!
He can't take his eyes off Snake - for more reasons than the obvious, that Snake is on top of him, of course - and he doesn't want to, either. Sure, the attitude and the insults are, uh... part of the whole package deal that he's crazy about here, for some reason, but all this smiling and laughing? Just melt his heart, why don't you.]
What's that? You, being unbearably sweet? That's right out of a greeting card. [He doesn't deserve this!! He says this, and it's a little sassy, but he brings one hand back to brush Snake's hair away from his face and kiss him on the cheek. Hell yeah.] Well...
[He pauses, because he's not smooth at all and he just wants—this? And he exists in a state of constant thirst on top of his big mess of feelings.]
Well... you can do whatever you want to me. [HMM WAIT] —within reason. No tickling.
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Do this humming thing again... he like.]
They don't babysit me. [no... he is an adult.......] There's Gaius, he's kind of a cop? He was the one who brought takeout that one time.
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That was fairly good takeout, wasn't it? We should thank him properly, sometime.
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Yeah—some, uh, other time. Like making him dinner at a party, for example.
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Well, I don't see why we have to another time... It seems like you're awfully distracted, Junpei. Are you alright?
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Oh- I'm good. I'm real good. Just, uh... cooking. [Listen to him tap the spoon an egregious few times.] Food stuff.
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Are you...? What did the book say you needed to do next, then?
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Hmm, yes, the book speaks. But Junpei is fixing his shirt to make it easier for his blind boy to get all up under it so like, forget that book. Impatient virgin.txt]
Uhhh- stir...? I was doing that. Stirring for some... number of minutes.
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I think you've stirred enough. Perhaps we should move on, get prepare the rest of this... I'd have to let you go, however. What do you think, Junpei?
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You know, it could probably use another stir or two. You're not seeing this, it's... stirrable.
[Like this, what is he saying? Why is he even saying words? Either way: please do not let go of him, thanks. He pauses like he might say something more, but instead reaches out and casually turns the stove off. Hmm. Hmm.]
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So you want to stay and... stir. Because I think some things are in the way. [Like, Snake is, but that's not what he means at all. Clearly, instead of moving his arms, tugging up on the shirt is the better solution here.] How about it?
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That said, Snake is actually still in the way, as nicely wrapped around Junpei as he is. Junpei makes another one of those vague noises, sliding his hand out of Snake's hair before he doesn't quite shrug him off, but significantly wiggles his shoulders. He's a little bit tense, which shouldn't come as a huge shock, but he's completely on board for this ridiculous diversion. In the kitchen.]
Give me half a second without breathing down my neck. [And then, after, do that a bunch. Cool. He's taking his shirt off whether or not Snake leans away to avoid getting hit in the face with it.]
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[It also gives him time to consider what Junpei already knows: his hand is so cold. He doesn't want being touched to be an unpleasant experience, so enjoy knowing he's rubbing his hands together before he leans back into him. One hand is still colder as both begin tracing every curve from Junpei's chest to his abdomen, but a real consideration of his comfort was made.]
I'm looking forward to knowing every part of you like I know your face, Junpei. Are you?
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It's definitely all the tension in him being pulled taut when Snake touches him again, as he seems to go rigid from the waist up for a second before relaxing back against him like a moment ago. It's just... that hand is still real different, even if it's not as ice cold and weirdly damp anymore. Junpei is practically reeling already and he has no idea what to do with his own hands, belatedly reaching up with at least one to rest it on Snake's shoulder.
This is just so much boyfriend? He's 12.]
Uh, wow. That's- yeah. [Genius. He laughs to dispel a little bit of nerves. Ah.] So... do your thing?
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It doesn't mean he'll stop here, because clearly they've gotten this far for a reason. He starts his kisses up again with a thoughtful hum, starting from under the corner of his jawline and making his way down to where his neck met his shoulder. The colder, smoother hand slides around Junpei's side to drag its thumb down Junpei's side, the other tracing circles just above his waistline. Hmm.]
Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable, dear?
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Still, the chances of him shying away when Snake is touching him are... nonexistent! So that works out well, he thinks, tilting his head to invite more kisses. Now that he's the thing that's going to keep Snake's artificial hand warm, meanwhile, he's getting used to it... This time it's a lot more obvious when he shivers under Snake's touch, fingers curling against his shoulder. He still doesn't know what to do with his other hand.
please don't ask him these questions and make him use words] What are you, a waiter?
[fuck]
Orrr, uh... hmm. Take off your shirt? [Is that what he meant? It's the best Junpei can do on short notice.]
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[Because he's thirsty? He's trying to lighten the mood. Snake moves back yet again, wasting little time in pulling his shirt overhead only to realize he has even less of an idea of where to put it than Junpei did. Uh, well, this is just getting dropped at their feet, he guesses...]
Perhaps... this isn't the best place for this.
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But, uh, a good point. He turns halfway, to look between their pitifully abandoned dinner and Snake a few times, as if there's a moment where he's considering going back to cooking and picking up this thing later. Truth be told, silently, where Junpei will never say it out loud: he's actually considering just hauling himself up onto the kitchen counter. But maybe not today... that's bold.]
Now you don't want to be in the kitchen? What a crappy waiter. [ha ha Jokes, anyway, he reaches for Snake's hand to squeeze lightly. Ahem. ...ahem.......] ...Couch?
[The couch is closer and he is indeed parched as hell.]
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It's almost like we never should have left... though I think I'm glad I stopped recording, now. [He's still grinning over his shoulder, up until he runs into the couch's leg from not paying attention. Uh, ignore that, he's still really smooth as he maneuvers around it and stops, waiting for Junpei to settle in first.] After you?
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You better not go for that phone any time soon. [Don't even joke about recording his inexperience, he'll die. He shuffles around Snake to just flop down onto the couch, super romantically, tugging Snake's hand so he'll get over here. Junpei is... settled. "Ready" would be a stretch, but he's good to admire this beautiful boy now. Nice.] Well—come here.
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Snake leans to feel how Junpei's laid out before he climbs over him. It's so he can lie across him with a knee between his, but he makes no other big steps in the touching department. He rests his hands back at his sides, but simply begins to trace what he already knows and takes this opportunity to kiss him on the lips. He can't have his virgin boyfriend tense up all over again... He'll take it slow.]
You... are exquisite, you know. Even if you lack eloquence.
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Parched.]
Oh. [exquisite, wow, waiter vocab much] Not mutually exclusive things.
[Thanks anyway, nerd. Junpei just wants to... look at him for a moment, while Snake does his thing. He's already lost the best angle to admire his shirtlessness - very nice, anyway - but he also needs another moment to really reflect on how into this dude he is. Again. One of these days, he'll be less surprised by his own relationship. Snake is great?
Junpei kisses him again to stand in for all the feelings he can't articulate just yet, and then brilliantly he comes up with:] You're pretty.
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Pretty mean? Pretty cute? Pretty... Just pretty? It's not insulting or meant to be funny in any way, and he can't help but smile at that. He doesn't know what to how to articulate his feelings, now, so settle for a kiss in between his laughter. He's not laughing at him, this time. It's just... all of this.]
Well, Junpei, I... don't think I could be any happier with you. That isn't an invitation to step up, I... I just think you're wonderful. And if you'll have me, I'd... like to "see" more of you, now.
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He can't take his eyes off Snake - for more reasons than the obvious, that Snake is on top of him, of course - and he doesn't want to, either. Sure, the attitude and the insults are, uh... part of the whole package deal that he's crazy about here, for some reason, but all this smiling and laughing? Just melt his heart, why don't you.]
What's that? You, being unbearably sweet? That's right out of a greeting card. [He doesn't deserve this!! He says this, and it's a little sassy, but he brings one hand back to brush Snake's hair away from his face and kiss him on the cheek. Hell yeah.] Well...
[He pauses, because he's not smooth at all and he just wants—this? And he exists in a state of constant thirst on top of his big mess of feelings.]
Well... you can do whatever you want to me. [HMM WAIT] —within reason. No tickling.