[No, don't do this wiggle. Junpei can only answer his wriggling with a defiant "hey" and squeeze his arms around him with more determination. None of this shit!!]
I started the jokes, I did not start this. [He'll stop wiggling long enough that he can poke Junpei in the side, like it's so bad it requires revenge. Yeah, take that. Also, take his fingers walking up his side now.]
You aren't sensitive, are you, Junpei? Like if I wanted to make you laugh again...
[Hey, no? That wasn't part of the bargain. Maybe if Junpei squeezes him enough, he will stop doing that thing. Yeah. He is inevitably sliding down more into the couch, too, like a grownup.]
[Nooo, he can't get away if Snake couldn't wiggle. Snake will slide out from under his arms so he can sit up on Junpei's legs. There's zero escape here.]
Well, if you aren't, there's no harm in trying. So... [Soooo!! There he goes. Snake had just stopped himself from kissing too far down Junpei's neck, and now here he is, pulling up his shirt up to be touching his bare sides. It's just tickling, but like, still? There's no slug excuse this time.]
H-Hey! Just where do you think you're going with those?! [No, this is the worst, Snake is single again after a few short days!! Or: Junpei makes an undignified noise, squirming ineffectively to avoid those rude hands as best he can. After this plan fails, he sits up to try and pin Snake's arms to his sides with another brilliantly placed hug squeeze... hell yeah.]
[Snake might have had the upperhand, but in the end, he's still just a beanpole. Junpei succeeds in his hug squeeze, which doesn't take long to make Snake give up. Once again, there is... zero escape.]
Looks like you've got me, Detective. What's the next part of your brilliant plan? Or... are we just going to stay like this?
[Are they going to stay like this? Are they going to stay in this dopey hug squeeze configuration, with Junpei more or less squishing his face into Snake's chest?
Well, they could. That might be exciting. But what's also exciting is Junpei mustering up the courage to let go of Snake and lower his hands down to slowly but surely creep up under his shirt now. Take... that.]
I'm the detective, you're the mastermind. Doesn't that make you the one with the plan?
[Oh, that sure is a thing that's happening. This isn't what he expects from squeeze boy, so color him surprised... He's trying to keep a straight face like it doesn't effect him, but he's betrayed by his voice catching a lil bit. Uh, well, he'll touch Junpei's arms to brace a little.]
You... can't rush perfection, dear-- Surely you wouldn't stoop to the lows of a criminal, would you?
Ha ha... What are you even talking about? You doing okay?
[Surely Junpei's clumsy hands are not this impressive. He takes a moment to reflect on how much he enjoys being called dear - hella nice - then continues his very bold, yet very hesitant exploration of Snake's... like, his stomach, mostly. Stomach and lower back. He's doing this with the stop-and-go uncertainty of someone who's still wondering if he's going to get in trouble for it.]
[He's just not really thinking because Junpei exists in a close space to him, that's all. It's not really uncommon anymore. Once he realizes Junpei's not just going to get revenge, he moves his hands from his arms to rest his own over his shoulders. All of this is a little impressive, considering Junpei's been spending most of their time improving his kissing?]
[He can dabble in other areas if he wants. Junpei's skill tree is pathetically small but it has more than one branch!! Or: he's certainly not venturing far with his tentative touches, but there's still something to be said for the amount of skin he's getting his hands on down here. Credit where credit is due.]
I think I'm doing alright. [He hasn't gotten insulted or shoved yet... He draws a loopy nonsense shape here, on Snake's stomach, with his fingertip. Hey.] Am I?
[There's something to be said, and yet... Snake can't think of anything to say? Even his defensive insults aren't coming to him, Junpei is just... too... Junpei, right now. He's just going to move his fingers through the back of Junpei's hair, loosely following the nonsense shapes that're being made on his skin.]
I think you're doing... great. [uhhhh] Dear. [yeah... nice]
[A whole Snake compliment and a cute pet name, without sass? Truly, someone up there has smiled on Junpei, this day. This, uh, moment. With the touching. He hasn't planned past this- truly, he didn't plan this either- but it's another one of those soft, intimate moments where Snake puts him at ease just by being there.
So... that's cool. He's in the moment too much to even make fun of Snake's not so smooth commentary.] Yeah? Good to know. Uh... babe. Give me a yes or no on babe.
[look, 'dear' is taken, and can junpei even say dear with a straight face? no,]
[Snake doesn't really foresee anything past this, and that's just fine. He's comfortable with the way things have turned out, as long as Junpei doesn't start squeezing him with that intricate language he doesn't know yet.]
Yes, that's fine. [He says without so much of a second thought, then slowly realizes how easily those words came out of his mouth. Uh, let him think about it a little late.] ... I think I'd like to keep that between us, though.
[This guy... Junpei can't help laughing a little, leaning his head against Snake's chest even though Snake can't see the embarrassed look on his face anyway. He actually agreed... to that silly thing... Well, now Junpei has to call him babe all the time. It's only fair.]
Sure thing, babe. [haha... ha... okay, that's enough, before he gets annoying 30 seconds after the first time saying it.] Not the cutesy "our little secret" I expected, but it'll do.
[Junpei started it? This is all his fault. But Snake can't help but laugh because he feels the need to hide his face, moving his arms back around him for their increasingly frequent hugs.]
Well, one of us has to refrain from being too cute. I wonder if I'm still recording all this evidence...
[This he says into Snake's shirt, before tilting his head to look up at him instead. Hmm. He gives up on stomach touching to wrap his arms snugly around Snake's waist, but his shirt's still pushed up a bit. It's fine.]
[Snake now knows what it's like to be on the both relieved and disappointed end of things. One day, he'll just leave his shirt off to see how Junpei deals. For now, they'll keep cuddling. He rests his head against Junpei's, humming thoughtfully.]
How would I be able to tease you, then? That's what boyfriends do, right...? [it's time for the b word]
[Maybe if he used his grown up words?? But for now it's this, and a fascinating interpretation of what constitutes boyfriend behavior. And also the word boyfriend, which makes Junpei sputter for a second, because of course it does.]
You were already doing that. We weren't, uh- boyfriends the whole time.
Well, we weren't kissing as often as now. I'll give you that.
[Snake says, like he didn't confuse what was and wasn't crossing the lines of what someone does when they like a person.]
I think you shouldn't confiscated my phone because it would rob me of that oh-so-eloquent voice you have. How else would I enjoy hearing you fumble? My book does not have that unique feature.
[Don't do this to him, he's so delicate, now he's going to wonder just how much of that intimate line-crossing was... official? Real enough for Snake to act like it was official?? Help him.]
At this rate, we can just talk and that'll do the trick. [he's dumb... he knows] Uh, where is your phone, by the way?
It is... [Snake trails off, then slowly disentangles himself from Junpei enough to lean back and feel around the cushion he was certain he left it on. It isn't there, and uh... neither is his beautiful gift? This is not great.]
It... was here. Then we-- [Did all that touching? He doesn't know how to phrase that.] It's here somewhere.
[Then they PG-13 fooled around, more or less?? Junpei just looks at him for a moment, then down at the couch cushion. Then he leans over to look at the floor just in case, and, hm—]
You lost your phone? In the middle of— [he's going to lose his mind] It probably- fell behind the cushion, or something. Poke around for it.
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This is exactly what I'm talking about. Stick a fork in you, you're done.
[He says this... and pokes Snake in the side for emphasis. Hello.]
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No, no, I am done. You've succeeded in being the worst, are you happy?
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I'd be happier if you held still. You started it!
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You aren't sensitive, are you, Junpei? Like if I wanted to make you laugh again...
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Not- not at all. You might as well not even try.
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Well, if you aren't, there's no harm in trying. So... [Soooo!! There he goes. Snake had just stopped himself from kissing too far down Junpei's neck, and now here he is, pulling up his shirt up to be touching his bare sides. It's just tickling, but like, still? There's no slug excuse this time.]
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H-Hey! Just where do you think you're going with those?! [No, this is the worst, Snake is single again after a few short days!! Or: Junpei makes an undignified noise, squirming ineffectively to avoid those rude hands as best he can. After this plan fails, he sits up to try and pin Snake's arms to his sides with another brilliantly placed hug squeeze... hell yeah.]
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Looks like you've got me, Detective. What's the next part of your brilliant plan? Or... are we just going to stay like this?
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Well, they could. That might be exciting. But what's also exciting is Junpei mustering up the courage to let go of Snake and lower his hands down to slowly but surely creep up under his shirt now. Take... that.]
I'm the detective, you're the mastermind. Doesn't that make you the one with the plan?
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You... can't rush perfection, dear-- Surely you wouldn't stoop to the lows of a criminal, would you?
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[Surely Junpei's clumsy hands are not this impressive. He takes a moment to reflect on how much he enjoys being called dear - hella nice - then continues his very bold, yet very hesitant exploration of Snake's... like, his stomach, mostly. Stomach and lower back. He's doing this with the stop-and-go uncertainty of someone who's still wondering if he's going to get in trouble for it.]
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[He's just not really thinking because Junpei exists in a close space to him, that's all. It's not really uncommon anymore. Once he realizes Junpei's not just going to get revenge, he moves his hands from his arms to rest his own over his shoulders. All of this is a little impressive, considering Junpei's been spending most of their time improving his kissing?]
Are you doing alright?
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I think I'm doing alright. [He hasn't gotten insulted or shoved yet... He draws a loopy nonsense shape here, on Snake's stomach, with his fingertip. Hey.] Am I?
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I think you're doing... great. [uhhhh] Dear. [yeah... nice]
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So... that's cool. He's in the moment too much to even make fun of Snake's not so smooth commentary.] Yeah? Good to know. Uh... babe. Give me a yes or no on babe.
[look, 'dear' is taken, and can junpei even say dear with a straight face? no,]
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Yes, that's fine. [He says without so much of a second thought, then slowly realizes how easily those words came out of his mouth. Uh, let him think about it a little late.] ... I think I'd like to keep that between us, though.
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Sure thing, babe. [haha... ha... okay, that's enough, before he gets annoying 30 seconds after the first time saying it.] Not the cutesy "our little secret" I expected, but it'll do.
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Well, one of us has to refrain from being too cute. I wonder if I'm still recording all this evidence...
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[This he says into Snake's shirt, before tilting his head to look up at him instead. Hmm. He gives up on stomach touching to wrap his arms snugly around Snake's waist, but his shirt's still pushed up a bit. It's fine.]
Maybe I should confiscate your phone...
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How would I be able to tease you, then? That's what boyfriends do, right...? [it's time for the b word]
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You were already doing that. We weren't, uh- boyfriends the whole time.
[not officially..... shh]
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[Snake says, like he didn't confuse what was and wasn't crossing the lines of what someone does when they like a person.]
I think you shouldn't confiscated my phone because it would rob me of that oh-so-eloquent voice you have. How else would I enjoy hearing you fumble? My book does not have that unique feature.
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At this rate, we can just talk and that'll do the trick. [he's dumb... he knows] Uh, where is your phone, by the way?
[And his beautiful gift??]
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It... was here. Then we-- [Did all that touching? He doesn't know how to phrase that.] It's here somewhere.
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You lost your phone? In the middle of— [he's going to lose his mind] It probably- fell behind the cushion, or something. Poke around for it.
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