"Should I hold you pin you against the wall then?" He winks before quickly adding, "Kidding! Kidding!"
Unless...
Eikichi takes the towel from his hands, like he knows exactly what Junpei is thinking, and gets up to lock the door, throwing the towel behind his back as far as he can toss it. It smacks on the wall and lands on the floor next to where the door for the bathroom would be. Junpei would know by now that Eikcihi keeps the room meticulously clean so this is very unusual for him to not put in the time and care.
Or maybe he just has someone else on his mind. He looks back at Junpei slowly, seizing him up. No more waiting. No more interruptions. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes again as he comes back to him and the bed, and crawls closer.
"You're right, it is downright deplorable." His voice is lower again and there's a growl at the back of his throat. Eikichi can be shy sometimes and let the mask slip, but for some reason his confidence is extremely high when he's around Junpei. Like he could step into fire and not be hurt (this is a lie and he would be) and do whatever he damn wants. So he goes for a second kiss, feeling their lips touch and meet in bliss, hopefully one of many more they would have that morning and afternoon and night.
Listen. Junpei's not opposed to the being pinned against the wall thing for other reasons, just not confessing a crush! That's like testifying under duress!! Especially when your (now) boyfriend is a human lie detector. So Junpei shrugs with a smirk at the offer. "You could. But maybe you should just pin me to the bed instead."
Wait. Ah. Junpei's saying this shit without thinking about the implications. Not that the heated kiss from earlier was any chaste thing and not that Junpei hasn't gone there in his mind several times since realizing he liked Eikichi, fantasizing about any which position one could imagine so long as it was the two of them somehow entangled together. But there's fantasy and then there's reality. And the reality is Junpei's never been with anyone before like that, so he's a little shy about navigating these new waters.
But then Eikichi looks at him like that and he speaks in this thick, rich tone and Junpei so clearly understands how this guy became the boss of his school. God. He'd follow Eikichi to the ends of the Earth if Eikichi keeps using that tone. Junpei reaches up to pry off his baseball cap and fling it to the side so it won't get in the way of those kisses and then he eagerly meets Eikichi's lips. Their first kiss was wonderful. 10/10, no notes. But this one comes after they've talked and established they're together, so there's nothing to hinder it. No thoughts of things that should be addressed, no desperation to not lose one another. Just enjoying this thing of theirs now -- this thing they can call their own.
Junpei's always been drawn to Eikichi's hands -- admiring them as they worked whether cooking or drawing. He liked watching Eikichi's fingers when he would bring them to his face near his lips in those moments he was being playful or teasing or cocky. And when Junpei could get away with it, he'd reach out to touch and guide those hands himself. Now, he has free access to Eikichi's hands and Junpei blindly reaches for them, leading arms to wrap around him and enthusiastically placing his hands on the small of his back -- ensuring Eikichi's fingers can dip beneath his shirt and have full access to his bare skin. Because that would be nice, he thinks. Those fingers roaming freely along his spine. He shivers just thinking about it.
In the meantime, their kiss! It's impassioned and just as bruising as before, but this time, Junpei parts his lips. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but it feels right to deepen the kiss and taste Eikichi with his tongue.
"...Is that what's on your mind each day?" God, Junpei's thoughts were full of twisted depravity and it makes him laugh. It also puts into perspective all the other comments Eikichi remembered that come flooding back into his mind, when he thought they were barbs at him and how he is in general to get a rise out of him. Well, that is what Junpei had been doing, just not the way Eikichi thought.
He can't help but think back to that time they found ropes and candles in Seven Sister High's Janitorial room. For...emergencies, they had hoped.
Eikichi in some ways has gotten so good at playing a role that it took over how he was before and became who he is. In truth, he hasn't really done anything like this either, unlike his friend Lisa, and is just winging it from whatever he's managed to sneak into his house without his father noticing, like all other healthy boys his age. Except he'd never really...thought about liking another boy before. Then again, if Miyabi had been a boy, it would have ended up exactly the same, just he would have needed to switch to a different type of magazine. After all, Eikcihi doesn't fall in love with how a person looks, it's their heart and personality that draws him to them. It's also why he didn't even blink at Jun and Tatsuya's public displays of brohood, just commenting on how they were making Lisa angry. He should have known that observation would come to bite him a few months later. Eikichi and Junpei, the two of them, being idiots and doing as well without realizing it.
He feels his hands being moved and sort of understands what Junpei is implying, putting them around his neck to deepen the kiss until...oh. Oh, he knew this was going to happen eventually, but it looks like they both have pent up energy. He tries to do it as well, but it's not perfect. Hesitant, a little unsure how he's suppose to move his tongue in there. But it's fun. That's the important part, right? He takes a sharp breath through his nose and hums.
Yes. The answer is yes. About 70% of the time, he's having some kind of pervy thought! And then those thoughts were full of Eikichi before he left. Even now, while kissing Eikichi, his mind is wandering along a heated path. They need to get him a pair of heeled boots. At some point. To pair with that speedo. For no real reason.
But oh! Eikichi's tongue has joined in to play and as far as Junpei's aware, Eikichi is doing everything right. He must really know what he's doing because it all feels very good to Junpei so far! He can't even tell the others hesitation, if only because Junpei is diving in full force. He moves closer, the closest he's ever been excluding the night of the dreaded cuddle. But perhaps this is even closer than that as Junpei slips onto Eikichi's lap.
Eikichi locked that door for a reason, Junpei thinks. And so, he feels that gives him permission to get handsy. One slips into Eikichi's hair that he'd only gotten to touch when he was picking out forest debris. Now he can touch and appreciate all of these things without fear. And that other hand (his right and dominant hand) does just that, resting on Eikichi's chest before slipping down to the hem of his shirt and dipping beneath so he can touch skin. Junpei's hands are a little rougher -- calloused from continual use, whether swinging a baseball bat or his broad sword, but always so very warm. It shouldn't feel unpleasant.
Well. At first.
Grinning deviously against Eikichi's lips, Junpei flutters fingers along Eikichi's stomach just to test how ticklish he is. Which is probably not the best way to set a sexy mood, to be fair! But Junpei is gonna continue to tease Eikichi just the way he would as his best bud! And if Eikichi wanted to punish him for his bad behavior, then oh no. Junpei would have no choice but to accept his penance.
It's amusing, really, that despite Eikichi seemingly like the one leading this entire dance between them, it's Junpei that seems to be deciding where everything is going. Also don't act he doesn't already have both of those pieces of clothing, Junpei.
Oh this is...really nice. He can feel his entire body burn up the second Junpei moves even closer, making no effort to push him off. They are still kissing, maybe they should stop soon? Well he can breathe by his nose, this is fine. Everything is fine.
Then it becomes way more than he anticipated. It feels like Junpei's put molten lava on his chest as his hand touches him on his skin and his face becomes incredibly hot. It doesn't matter if his fingers aren't smooth, in fact, it feels more like it's digging into his skin making it worse. Is he having a sensory overload or is this just right?
And then...
"Oh my go-oooood!" Like a cork popping from a bottle, he breaks off their connection the second Junpei starts tickling, his stomach muscles involuntary wincing from inside. He falls over akin a sinking boat, taking Junpei with him.
And down they go! Junpei drops along for the ride and branches off into a laugh, burrowing his face in the crook of Eikichi's neck. This is genuinely a lot of fun. Kissing Eikichi, tasting Eikichi, teasing Eikichi. His mind circles back to that middle one. Tasting Eikichi. He hums against Eikichi's throat, spreading a few kisses there before his hands slip from where they are under Eikichi's shirt and land at the top of his pants. He draws back to meet Eikichi's gaze, the smile fading away to something a little more serious. Because he doesn't want this to be taken as a joke.
"I..." there's a moment of uncertainty. Is it too much too soon? Should they just continue their slow make out and see where it went from there? A nice, lazy pace because they had nowhere to go and no place to be but with each other? He bites his lip and then decides, fuck it. If intrusive thoughts were winning for Eikichi today, Junpei would let his do the same!
"I wanna put my mouth on you," his palm trails to the seat of Eikichi's pants to indicate where. He keeps eye contact, tilting his head. "Would that be okay? Or is that something we should save until later?"
He smiles to break some of the tension of the moment to make a little bit of a teasing joke. "I'm real curious if what they say about eating fruit affecting the flavor is true!" And Eikichi's diet is primarily fruit and veg, so....
"You asshole!" Eikichi, purposefully makes fake efforts at trying to push him off as tries to kiss his cheek before Junpei starts going a little more downward. The reality of the situation hits him when his boyfriend gets quiet and serious. He hadn't really been thinking about that, but it's very, very obviously clear that his body want it.
Eikichi gives Junpei time to collect his thoughts and it looks like he's hesitating, giving him an encouraging look. Honestly if he hadn't suggested it, Eikichi might have gone the other end on top of him. They still had time for it anyway. It couldn't be all that different than from what he had read, right? But then Junpei's hand is really close and he's not sure if he'll be able to last long. Not fair...
"If you're not doing it, I am." That resolves that, doesn't it? Choose your poison, Junpei. But then Eikichi looks a little panicked himself. "Wait, how would you know the difference?" He adds as the joke doesn't land, just glad he'd taken his shower before calling him over. Oh god, had Junpei already done this with a bunch of dudes to know how they tasted?! Shit, here he was, having barely touched a girl's breast in his life, let alone another guy's chest.
His smile grows as Eikichi makes it an either/or situation, feeling a nice little tingle at the thought of Eikichi doing it to him. He's busy thinking about that so when Eikichi follows up with his second question, it disarms him. "Oh! Uh..."
He scratches the side of his cheek, sheepish. "I wouldn't. Not really. I mean, I've tasted my own." Is that weird? M-maybe it's a little weird. Junpei waves his hands in front of himself to try and make it more of a normal thing. "I-I was curious! And sometimes you don't got a tissue around and--"
Oh my god. Junpei will stop going down the strange path of his solo sex life. "A-anyway! You're my first...uh, everything." His smile returns, soft. And he looks at Eikichi, enamored -- the way he's always looks at him, really. Like the world revolves around a single point and that point is not the sun, but Eikichi Mishina. Fuck, it's so stupid neither of them realized they were into each other until very recently. "But I want you to be. Everything I do with you is a lot of fun, Eikichi. Always has been. So this is gonna be the same, right?"
Right! Junpei has no doubt. He might get shy here and there, but honestly he feels so comfortable around Eikichi. "Anyway, as for who gets to go first. From what I hear, 69 is a pretty niiiice number." His eyebrows wiggle playfully. Maybe it will be a disaster. Junpei's not so sure he could concentrate on pleasuring Eikichi while receiving it himself, but even if it is a disaster in the sense of not going as smooth and perfect as the movies make it seem -- it's still bound to be a lot of fun!
Eikichi just scoffs at the comment as Junpei seems to trip over himself with excuses. Again.
"Pffft. Bro. Bro." He holds up a hand for him to stop. "I feel that every guy should at least try their own once before they ever subject someone else to it, otherwise they shouldn't even ask." Leave it to him to make it seem like the most normal thing ever.
"You could have fooled me," he added pointing with a small wink. "I kissed Miyabi and we did...get a little intimate real quick before I went off to face Nyarlathotep, but it was nothing like this." Makes sense for a guy to get a real quick make-out session before thinking he was saving the world, right? He didn't think everything would go to hell in a handbasket. "Oh and some guys at school on a dare, and this girl kissed my cheek at Seven Sisters when we fixed the curse emblem problem buuuuut that's about it." A pause. "W-what I-I make it sound like I have experience now but yeah...not r-really? Not like this...never like this."
And while the idea of both of them on top of each other is really enticing, "I think," he ponders, putting a finger on his lip, "I'd like for us to look at each other before we think about that." Leaving it open for later. When they both have more experience than just awkward kissing. "Hmmm....if we're really doing this, did you take a shower this morning?"
Maybe it's just his affinity for water, but the idea of doing something while there's water raining on them, the steam filling the room...they aren't undressed yet anyway. It wouldn't take that much more time. And he's no longer worried about his hair colour changing either now that it's permanent.
He laughs a little at Eikichi's compliment, though the smile dims when Eikichi goes on to list his numerous experiences. Not so much because of the experiences themselves -- especially because Eikichi assures him that it's never been like this with any of them. But it's more the trace of guilt over hearing Miyabi's name. Eikichi wouldn't be with Junpei if he wasn't okay with it. Junpei knows this, but even so...Miyabi is Eikichi's past and she's his present -- well his present back home at least. Junpei's certain she'll be his future as well. A love like the love they shared isn't something that can be erased with the remaking of the world. Is it really okay to be doing this?
Eikichi's words seem to echo Junpei's thoughts, overlapping with that if we're really doing this. He snaps out of his daze to look at him, mind catching up at the question about the shower. Junpei shakes his head, sitting back from Eikichi. "Not this morning. I had a long ass cry in the shower before bed yesterday, though. And proceeded not to sleep at all. But I'm not tired now!" He assures. Although it's only a matter of time before Junpei conks out -- especially now that they've not only mended their relationship but upgraded it!
The prospect of seeing a naked Eikichi is enough to keep him going for now, though! No fatigue whatsoever. "I've been trying to get in the shower with you for a while now, so you know I'm game. You don't know how close I was the night I got back to just busting open the door, pushing you against the shower wall and kissing you. Lucky me, getting to live past Junpei's dream."
"Oh my god, bro, I'm sorry." Eikichi feels that pang and guilt for waiting a day, but he needed to clear his mind. Even if, honestly, he should have done it yesterday. "I was just...terrified." Which is so goddamn stupid thinking back now it goes right back to being a comedy in three acts.
"Okay then, once we...do it...after that, I am putting you to bed so you can at least nap for a few hours." What that meant, he wasn't sure yet, but he wasn't going to have Junpei being a zombie and then fall sleep mid-kiss. They were running on teen make-out energy, but that battery would run empty soon, he feared.
"Heh." He should have seen it. He knows this. Hell, he's pretty sure deep down he knew it down to his soul, that even Hades was aware, but his own fear kept everything at length's bay. He clicks his tongue again and thinks back to the night two days ago. "...I think." His eyes go back to looking at Junpei. "I think if you had...I would have let you." Which is a monumental thing to admit. "Besides," he adds, raising his left eyebrow, "I think you saw all my drawings of you." All water under the bridge now. "Maybe you sleeping next to me was that kick I needed to admit it to myself."
He stands up and stretches his arms, before walking over to the appearing door, taking the towel from the floor and putting it properly into the clothing bin. Then he did an overly exaggerated movement as if to present the door to him.
"Now Mr.Iori if you step right this way, I believe this little situation requires an...encore?"
Junpei shakes his head, waving his hands after the apology. It wasn't him. Junpei could have just as easily ignored the imposed distance and tried to fix things. But in a way, he needed that cry and that sleepless night. Because it wasn't only the falling out with Eikichi that had been on his mind. He needed to recalibrate to being back in the Fae Realm again and to continue processing everything happening home. But for now, he shrugs at Eikichi's assertion that he'll put him to bed -- as though challenging it and saying we'll see! After all, Junpei's not tired and therefore that clearly means he's going to be wide awake to spend as much time as possible with Eikichi!! (He will not.)
The confession about allowing the kiss brings a warm smile to Junpei's face, and he kicks himself a little for not following through! But things are as they should be. They got here and that's what mattered. And it seemed as though Eikichi found Junpei's note. He didn't think it was going to be something Eikichi revisited for a bit, but also he didn't anticipate the following morning was going to turn out the way it did either.
But Eikichi is up and the bathroom is there for the two of them. Eikichi makes that joke which earns a faint laugh. Junpei slowly gets up from the mattress and follows him. "I didn't mean to look at the notebook. It was...I thought it was your sketchbook with Miyabi. And I was looking for a reason to talk myself out of going in there with you. Feeling guilty was just as good of an excuse as any. Maybe the only excuse."
He doesn't go into the bathroom just yet. Instead, he takes a moment to loop his arms around Eikichi's midsection and peek up at him. "Why were you so terrified, though? It's just me, dude. Probably your current dumbest friend. Definitely your dumbest boyfriend. You threatened me with a knife and I still stuck around. Even in the impossible scenario where I didn't like you -- I wouldn't have been scared off by Eikichi Mishina's big ol' crush on me! And besides! You telling me The Great Michel would have thrown in the towel that easily? Wouldn't have even tried to win over that Junpei Iori guy?"
"You were stuck in my mind when you were gone," he chuckles, watching him come closer, his eyes never leaving him. "Pretty sure I kept pestering Ta-chan and Gramps to help look for you."
They were really alike, weren't they? They kept making up excuses for the other to keep at an arm's length. And here they were now, calling each other boyfriends. When Junpei gets to him, he lowers his forehead to his, closing his eyes. He didn't realize how much he needed this, especially in this world, this uncertainty. The questions he ask, part of him wants to be this cool guy and just crack a joke at it, but Junpei at this point deserves the truth.
"L-listen I-i..." He bites his lip as the pain in his voice causes brings back old memories and his stuttering. "I-i know it was just you...I just...I never really told you what h-happened back then when I was a k-kid right?" He stops to take a deep breath, and brings in Junpei closer to him into a hug. "Miyabi, she was the most beautiful, popular girl at school. I-i was the chubby, s-stuttering loser that l-liked to draw. T-the other kids, t-they didn't like me or our friendship. T-they pulled down my pants in front of her. S-she liked me too, but there was so much peer pressure, she told me she hated fat people like me." There's a pause again, as he regains a better control of the waves moving inside his head. "When we met again this year, I didn't even know it was her. She felt so guilty about it she had gained weight to show me it wouldn't matter, but I had done the opposite - embracing my Michel personality hoping she'd like me more that way..."
The hug is suffocating, as if Eikichi is afraid Junpei will leave or disappear in his arms. There's tears in his eyes, but at least no mascara to color his face again.
"T-That's why I was so terrified! We don't know how long we'll be here! I c-couldn't risk it! When you cried in my arms two days ago, I couldn't tell you anything. What would happen if you didn't like me...or worse that you hated or were disgusted by me for liking you. I don't know if I had that willpower to do it all over again. So that's why I...pinned you to the wall. I couldn't think straight. I just wanted that pain to be over with."
There's a reprieve in being able to freely touch and hug Eikichi now. To hold him because he feels like it and to feel Eikichi's forehead against his own. When Eikichi asks if he told him what happened when he was a kid, Junpei shakes his head unknowingly. No, he didn't. Junpei's heard Eikichi stutter a few times, but never really batted an eye about it. Generally it happened in moments like this -- moments of raw and open vulnerability. His hands come up to settle on Eikichi's back, tracing comfortingly along it as Eikichi relays his story. And Junpei is given the final piece of the puzzle, the full picture of Eikichi unlocked.
Kids could be cruel. Eikichi lived a lonely life of mockery. But the one solid truth of both then and now is Eikichi always had a big heart. And Miyabi had the gift to see straight into said heart. Junpei gets it. The lengths one would go for popularity. Especially as a kid. Hadn't Junpei himself sought popularity by becoming the jokester? Hadn't he gone to house parties before just to appear 'cool' and hated every minute of it? So he can't fault Miyabi. But also, he understands the deep cut it gave Eikichi. A cut that still has yet to mend. A cut so deep, Michel was born to be the bandage. Eikichi's own created persona in a way.
This story explains why there were so many different images of Miyabi, too. It all makes so much sense.
Junpei knows their relationship is bound for a tragic path. He knows at the end of it, he's going to have to say goodbye to Eikichi. But it won't be because oof rejection. Junpei adjusts so his hands could go to one of his new favorite places to touch Eikichi -- resting on his chest and feeling the thump of his heartbeat.
"You're perfect," he utters. "Whether you're a chubby, stuttering kid or The Great Michel. You're perfect 'cause at the heart of it, you're Eikichi Mishina -- who loves with his whole heart, who uses the strength he has to fight for the ones he cares about, and who has more talent in his pinky than those dumb kids who bullied you will ever have. Miyabi could see it. I see it, too."
Junpei leans in, using his boyfriend powers to give Eikichi a quick peck. Because kisses can be used for things other than intense, passionate makeouts!
"It's hard when that's the kind of shit you carry with you and it's scary to open yourself up to hurt. But I hope if me and Miyabi taught you anything, it's to trust your instincts. You fell for two people, and they both wound up liking you back. If you've shown someone your heart, it's impossible not to like you back. I never imagined I'd wind up with a guy, but...I can't imagine it being anyone but you, Eiki-chin." He pats his chest with a smile. "So remember that, if a third person ever rolls around into your radar."
And then Junpei winks playfully. "Of course, I'm far from done with you yet. So no third person until you live it all out to the fullest with your second person."
Those aren't words Eikichi Mishina had ever heard in his life and they echo in is mind, as he half-listens to what Junpei says next. As a child, chastised for being too fat or not working enough by his father, he always felt deeply flawed. As he got older, he used those words said to him like a shield, to fight back once his persona - or his shinigami as he thought it was back then - awoke and he used like a tool. Those words that replayed in his mind that made him live through hell, stuck in that loop of self-deprecation and wanting to rise above the waves attempting to drown him to become something worthy in Miyabi's eyes. Maybe even his father's eyes as well. Consumed by the need to be accepted by others, continuing the cycle of bullying by thinking he was aiding others by taking care of them. Despite this, the cracks of Eikichi Mishina showed from time to time, as he really did care for the people in his school, as Yukino had mentioned to Tatsuya about people like him being a rare breed. Being all about himself, but never really for himself. All the while, still having small pockets of showing emotion, allowing himself to show them around his friends, but keeping that Japanese mindset to keep the harder, darker feelings locked in. Like his father had taught him, and probably like his father had been taught by his grandfather. Presenting an image that he had cultivated over the years.
But this was different.
In the Scorpio temple, it had been Eikichi who had fought his shadow that knew everything about him and his guilt, accepting that he was a part of him, and he had become far stronger for it. It was him who had spoken to Miyabi, telling her he didn't care what she looked like. The entire battle hadn't really been for himself. It had been for her. When she had cried in his arms and thanked him, he had felt on top of the world. Yet now, Eikichi realizes, he never had cried for himself.
So now, he does.
Ugly, terrible and loud sobs as he hangs on Junpei for dear life, as all that built tension that had been locked in his heart since his childhood is released all at once, opening the floodgates that don't seem to stop. Did Junpei mention someone else? Huh? Honestly he's not listening anymore at the point.
"Thank you..." his voice is meek and raw, his head spins and his eyes sting. "Thank you..."
Sometimes it hurts to heal. But in order to build yourself back up stronger than ever, the entire foundation needs to come down. And so, Junpei holds Eikichi quietly as he weeps in his arms, thinking even now how perfect Eikichi is. Perfectly flawed. Perfectly rounded. Perfectly human. He's all the more beautiful in his vulnerability. How could anyone look at him and think otherwise? It's because they're not truly looking at him. They don't see him. Not like Junpei does.
"You don't have to always be strong or the bravest or the coolest, to be worth something." Junpei utters, lips pressing against Eikichi's temple. It's giving him permission to cry. To cry as long as he needs to. To shatter if it'll help. Because Junpei will be here to help glue him back together again. And he'll do it any time it needs to be done because for as cathartic as this is, Junpei knows these deep-seated fears and pains can't be erased with a good cry. But the chasm they've made in Eikichi's heart can close a little bit -- can make it easier to cross so he can better face his fears in the future.
Taking Eikichi's face in his hands, Junpei inches in to kiss the tears from his cheeks and end with a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You're worth everything to me, Eiki-chin."
So he does. Letting himself cry until his soul feels a little bit healed. For how long, he's not sure. Thinking about how if he doesn't hurry up, Junpei might fall asleep in his arms. Eventually, it dies down, his breathing returning to normal, his eyes so red they might be a new brand of eyeliner, his throat hurting but feeling so much lighter than before.
"I--" He doesn't feel like saying thank you again will just cut it. If Eikichi liked him before, now he's seeing Junpei under a new light. He recalls how his boyfriend thought of himself of a lower tier than his peers like somehow power levels were important. What a load of bullshit. He'd tear the very ground with his bare hands if it meant he could find him again, no matter how long it would take. This world, for all its faults, gave them this opportunity to come together and he was indebted to that.
Eikichi places his arms behind Junpei and brings him as close as possible as he can, before it's his turn to kiss him on the forehead. Then his cheeks. Then his lips. He smiles and even twirls Junpei around, lifting his feet off the ground.
He laughs at the flutter of kisses, both because it's a lot of sensations at once and because he's just plain happy -- happy to have these easy kisses and affections. It's like some dam broke and all the touches he never knew he needed were flooding over him now. There's no putting that water back. There's no--
Eikichi says something following that. Something that makes the world stand still for a moment -- even as he's swung around so easily in Eikichi's arms. I love you, Junpei Iori. His heart lodges in his throat, and it's impossible not to return to a little less than two weeks ago. Chidori's final words a mirror reflection of the words Eikichi said to him when he found his voice amidst his tears. I love you, Junpei. Thank you. For Chidori, that's when life left her. She was gone before she knew, before Junpei could say it back. Even following her death, he didn't say it. Even as she lives within him now, he hasn't said it. Never gave voice to the words.
Coward that he is, he can't find his voice right now either -- fisting Eikichi's shirt with a tense desperation. But there's a brief fear that takes hold. By saying those three words, does he enact some kind of curse? Is Eikichi going to leave Junpei, too? Did the Fae send Junpei home in order to let him come back to this as some sort of entertaining tragedy for their own amusement? Junpei's brown eyes meet Eikichi's, searching for...for what? He doesn't know. The rug pull. The gut punch. The loss.
But Eikichi's not going anywhere.
"I...um," it's Junpei's turn for a moment of vulnerability. His cheeks going a little pink. He summons his strength. Somehow, this is harder than putting the evoker to his head ever was.
"I love you, too."
Because he does. He has for some time. Seeking out Eikichi every day because the world felt black and white until Eikichi filled it with all of his color. Feeling a thrill whenever they entered each others spaces. Talking about everything and nothing just to hear the lovely timbre of Eikichi's voice. Thinking of Eikichi in his time alone and wondering if he would have found something Junpei saw funny or if he would have liked that one necklace he saw in the shop or if it would be too soon after saying goodbye for the day to go back and start a whole new hang out. That's all love, right?
Yeah. It's stupid, sappy love. And it's theirs.
"So... I think that's your cue to make love to me, then."
For a few tense seconds that feel like hours, Eikichi worries he said something wrong again and had ruined everything. That for all their talk, maybe he'd been mistaken with going this fast. His heartbeat increases until Junpei finds the courage to say those words back, and he breathes a sigh of relief.
"Okay."
He laughs, because it's all he can say after that. Like when they first kissed, which now almost seems like an eternity ago, it was the same answer. Maybe others might think they were going too fast, but for Eikichi, and he suspected Junpei as well, they'd had a lifetime's worth of tragedy and death surrounding people they loved to give into hesitation. Eikichi would rather burn brightly for as long as he could have Junpei with him than regret the decision the rest of his life memory intact or not.
"..." One side of his lips curl up. The light in his reddish-orange eyes looking down passionately at him. Junpei was right. Enough talk. Ta-chan should be satisfied with all the words they told each other, they'd done it enough. Besides, his throat was a little dry after all that crying. Slinging Junpei over his shoulder with ease all the while snickering, he uses his free hand to open the door to the bathroom before putting him down and pinning him against one of the walls into a long and deep kiss, one of his legs purposefully bent upwards to give him a bit of a idea of what's to come. Confident Eikichi has taken over the wheel, and he's ready to put on a show, or be given one. At this point, just the mystery of that uncertainty between the both of them is making his cheeks turn red. When he pulls back, he points a hand at him, winking.
"Soooo...I think that's your cue to take off your clothes."
He'll do it to. If Junpei asks nicely.
cw: there do be some sexytimes from here on out lol
It's so stupid and he has to laugh when he's flung over Eikichi's shoulder. "Broooo, the least you could do is carry me over the threshold bridal style!"
But it's just typical Eikichi and this is the dumb shit Junpei signed up for, so he's not mad. He's especially not mad when they're kissing again, heated and yearning and oh. Junpei can feel Eikichi against him. A fire ignites in the pit of his stomach, and Junpei highly doubts the shower is going to do a single thing to douse it. Eikichi is back to confidence and Junpei doesn't imagine it's bluster. After baring all that emotional turmoil, there's really no reason to be shy about baring anything physically. Once again, Junpei tries to chase the kiss as Eikichi's pulling back -- blinking up at him dazedly. And ah. Clothes. Yeah they are getting in the way, aren't they?
Junpei easily dips into his shirt and tosses it to the floor. He's been bare chested around Eikichi before, so this isn't anything new. The only difference now is there is a mark at his chest. A faint bullet-shaped scar over his heart from the entry wound and on his back for the exit wound. Chidori's magic had worked a miracle. It healed all of the internal damage. It got his heart to start beating again. It closed the bleeding wounds. And even minimized how horrid the scars would have been had he somehow lived and been left to heal on his own. But whether intentionally or not, it didn't fully erase what happened from his skin. And Junpei's grateful for that. Every time he sees the marks, he'll be reminded of her. It's something he'll carry, even when he loses his memories.
Junpei looks at Eikichi with a faint smirk as he reaches down for his own belt to undo it. "You sure you don't wanna be the one to pull down my pants?" A playful little tease. Eikichi could have been training his whole life as the Undie Boss for this moment! But Junpei denies him the chance because he's already working on removing his slacks, letting them drop so he can step out of them. Lastly are the boxers. Junpei probably would have been shy about removing them not even ten minutes ago out on the bed, but there's nothing to be shy about anymore. He yanks them down and stands there now nude. Nothing to hide. Already semi-hard, about halfway to full arousal. He'll probably be there in full when Eikichi either gets naked or touches him. Or maybe he somehow can do both at once.
"Your turn, lover boy." He ain't asking nicely. He's demanding. "No more kisses until you join me." A beat. "Ya think the bathroom works like the kitchen and if we ask it nicely for lube, it'll provide?"
It's hard (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) not to stare intensively at Junpei as he takes off his shirt. Eikichi is a little surprised at seeing the scars that he hadn't even noticed before he ran off in a panic two days ago. He feels a little guilty - at least until Junpei looks back at him with that smirk before he can get closer to touch them.
"Are you trying to get me out of pantsu retirement?" he laughs, crossing his arms, enjoying the show. For Junpei however, he'd make an exception and pull them down later. If he asked. Nicely.
It doesn't take long before Junpei is fully in the nude. Eikichi wasn't exactly a stranger to being naked in front of others (humiliating time aside). Multiple trips to the onsen on his own, with school friends and even the one started by a rumour with his group. He can't help but think back to that time him and Tatsuya had washed each other's Persona making Lisa think they were making out with each other (and him getting blamed for being the peeping tom when it should have been her because she scaled the wall - no no he's not bitter at all!).
Yet never had he felt aroused by any of it. Even if Tatsuya was one good-looking rival, Eikichi didn't harbour that type of feelings for him. It was just dudes being naked around each other, something most Japanese teens and children were accustomed too. Hell, if he'd been at the hot spring with Junpei, he probably would have treated it as just another trip between bros.
Now, however, it's completely different. There's a need building inside the pit of his stomach again, leading downward. Junpei doesn't even have the demand or threaten, (although it's cute that he thinks he can intimidate him) as Eikichi is already halfway removing his long shirt-kilt when the other is threatening to go without kisses if he doesn't. He tosses it wayside as his pants fall to the ground, moving only to remove his socks and leaving nothing but a blue-coloured pair of underwear. Unlike Junpei, he tended to like briefs a lot more, which honestly didn't leave much to the imagination even before he removed that too. Already at full mast. He knew what he wanted.
"Should I keep my jewellery, or remove that too?"
Now it's his turn to tease as he gets closer, only to stop at the question, looking at the multitude of bottles and makeup that are arranged neatly around the sink. "I have..." he looks over to the bottles and pulls out a bottle that looks like massage oil. "This already."
Junpei could ask why he had that. Or maybe that's part of the mystery that is Eikichi Mishina.
"It'd be for a good cause!" Junpei teases Eikichi, the biggest of grins on his face as he watches the 'show.' Piece by piece coming off until it's only those blue briefs left and Junpei can already see the outline of him -- the way he strains with need. For him. Ah, that heat burns brighter and yeah. As soon as Eikichi reveals himself, Junpei is there with him -- cock fully hard and wanting. There's little else on his mind but how much he wants Eikichi.
"Up to you on the jewelry," he approaches him. "All depends on how waterproof it is. But you know what would be really fucking sexy? If you got a tongue ring someday." He could imagine it. He could imagine all the delectable things Eikichi could do with that tongue ring. And Junpei, as already established, has a very active imagination. The gap between them closes. Junpei encircles Eikichi with his arms again -- pressing into him, brushing against him. Fingers curl around the oil to study the bottle before nodding. It'll work. He just assumes Eikichi has it for masturbation purposes.
"Alright, Mishina. Here's how it's gonna go. We're gonna get in that shower and you're gonna finish what you started earlier. Pin me right up against that wall and take what's yours. After a little bit of prep work that is. It is my first time, after all." Junpei lays out the 'plan' like the coach before a big game, a lopsided grin on his face. "But don't think for one minute that's how it's gonna be every time. Next time it's me in you."
But for the shower, with Eikichi being the taller of the two and much of this having to be done from a standing position, it just makes more sense if Eikichi's the one taking charge. As already established, he can hold Junpei up for a while without getting tired. And Junpei's more than eager to have his legs wrapped around him, bearing down on him until he pops like a bottle of champagne inside him. Goodbye, virginity. Junpei won't be sorry to see it gone.
"Most of it is silver, so as long as the water doesn't have too many chemicals it's fine," he admits looking slyly back at him. Clothing can easily be taken off, but the nicks and knacks that Eikichi wears as jewellery comes from earth and it cost him a small fortune. Only the best for Michel, after all, since he worked his ass off both at the live house and his father's restaurant (for barely anything).
"But a tongue piercing?" He stops to press against him again and trying to contain himself. He's not going to last long. "Hmmm...I'll think about it," which means he will, because that is certainly something Eikichi had not even considered. Everything he had was meant to be easily taken off at the end of a day so his father wouldn't know. On the other hand, he had heard from working at the live house that tongue piercings hurt a lot. These people didn't have Personas and a higher tolerance to pain either, so he'd have to ask the tattoo parlour if they had those services as well.
Once Junpei approves of his bottle of choice, he doesn't even bother to tell him he actually had it for his hair. An old trick of the trade to keep his hair still moisturized while making it stick in the air with other sprays so it didn't itch. But yes, also lube.
"It's really cute that you think you can decide what I want to do, Iori" he growls in a low voice, circling his entire frame around him to take him into a back cuddle. Of course he's going to do exactly what Junpei is asking, but what's the fun in just nodding his head and going along with it? They'd spoken so much the past hour and peeled off each others' masks already. Even if Eikichi pretend to be the untameable delinquent student, Junpei knew the truth. This was just another facade of him.
"It's my first time too..." he adds as he's moving his partner over to the shower without effort. The free hand opening the water (testing it to make sure it is comfortable, wouldn't want to be scalding hot or ice cold to ruin the mood) tap before he brings the both of them in. Pecking at Junpei's neck to kiss him, while spreading some of the oil in his hands, leaving the bottle on a nearby shelf (that wasn't there before?). It's a tightly packed situation, but they make it work.
"Okay, let's get you to relax first...nice and slow..." The oil wasn't just a lubricant, but also a massage oil as well. "Your back kinda feels a little tense." This part came from a porn magazine he's read once. After all, male or female, doing it from the back was pretty much the same. He pushes him a little against the wall, but not before his other hand grasps Junpei's dick. It would be poor manners to just go into him and at least not give him something in return. Make him wait a little for it.
Eikichi mentioning his jewelry finally reminds Junpei of his own necklace he hadn't pried off. And he does that real quick -- reeeeaching his arm with a stretch to hang it off the towel rack. He manages to get it there without breaking this wonderful, wonderful contact between him and Eikichi. Victory!
But then Eikichi's moving. Suddenly Junpei feels cold. H-hey! Where's he going -- and oh! Circling to the back. The press of him still present and Junpei pushes against Eikichi with his hips a little to tease him after the bluster, making absolutely sure to create some bit of friction against Eikichi's cock. This might be Junpei's first time, but as a guy, he understands the things that feel good. And he decides to use that knowledge for evil! Shit-eating grin flashed over his shoulder in classic Junpei fashion, as though to say: what're you gonna do about it?
He moves into the shower at Eikichi's behest, smile softening. It's comforting in a way -- the two of them navigating this together. Neither knowing what to expect. Not really. But finding their way through. Junpei trusts Eikichi implicitly. For as much as they tease one another, Junpei knows he's in good hands. He knows that Eikichi will pay attention and take care of Junpei, just as Junpei will do the same for him. So he's not worried. And he's not afraid. It does become just a little more real for him, though, that this is actually happening. Things that were contained to only fantasy just a few nights ago. He's really here with Eikichi. Eikichi's really touching him. Kissing him. Urging him to relax as he--
"F-fuck," Junpei gasps as the hand wraps around him. He....really likes Eikichi's hands. That's one thing he'd spent time imagining -- Eikichi's painted fingers wrapped around him just like this, stroking slow and languid. Handling Junpei the way he handles those knives, with care and expert ease. "That's good. That's real good."
His heart races with the excitement. His breath quickens. "We're gonna face each other though, right? When you....go in? W-with your dick, I mean." Junpei's more than happy to take fingers from behind, but he wants to be able to look into Eikichi's eyes otherwise. It's cramped in this shower, but Junpei still thinks they could make it work. Maybe if Eikichi leans back against the wall and supports Junpei's hips, Junpei can do most of the work -- rock against him until both of them couldn't take it. And good news is they probably won't even last all that long, so no real risk of cramping up!
Actually, Junpei knows they won't last long as arousal pulses, burns and clouds his head just from Eikichi's single touch. Damn. This is the best thing he's ever felt in his life. And Junpei looks forward to every subsequent touch topping the last and becoming the NEW best thing he's ever felt in his life.
Nothing. He's going to do absolutely nothing because it feels really good and he gives a little cry in surprise as his own body betrays him. Ticklish there too, it seems.
"Y-yeah," he replies at Junpei's question, his own voice a mixture of pleasure and slight embarrassment. He knows he can lift him up really easily but..."I just want to make sure I don't drop you. If the sensations become too..." He can't thinks straight. It's taking a monumental effort just to speak. His voice cracks as he adds, "too g-good, y-you know?"
But he does turn him around so they look at each other. Eikichi, his cheeks tinted pink, blue hair dripping wet and in his eyes instead of standing upright. This is like he imagined it, but also why he's having a bit of a stage fright if he messes up. He knows Junpei won't care. It'll just be a funny anecdote but Eikichi is a perfectionist. He wants to get it right the first time and just improve on that.
"O-okay. Here we go..." He lifts him, carefully, slowly. His own dick not going in yet. He just wants to make sure Junpei is ready since he has a feeling it will be one of those breathe in and the next they're both done. Part of him wants to make this last as long as possible. First times are always a mess, however, as he's finding out. "You ready?"
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Unless...
Eikichi takes the towel from his hands, like he knows exactly what Junpei is thinking, and gets up to lock the door, throwing the towel behind his back as far as he can toss it. It smacks on the wall and lands on the floor next to where the door for the bathroom would be. Junpei would know by now that Eikcihi keeps the room meticulously clean so this is very unusual for him to not put in the time and care.
Or maybe he just has someone else on his mind. He looks back at Junpei slowly, seizing him up. No more waiting. No more interruptions. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes again as he comes back to him and the bed, and crawls closer.
"You're right, it is downright deplorable." His voice is lower again and there's a growl at the back of his throat. Eikichi can be shy sometimes and let the mask slip, but for some reason his confidence is extremely high when he's around Junpei. Like he could step into fire and not be hurt (this is a lie and he would be) and do whatever he damn wants. So he goes for a second kiss, feeling their lips touch and meet in bliss, hopefully one of many more they would have that morning and afternoon and night.
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Wait. Ah. Junpei's saying this shit without thinking about the implications. Not that the heated kiss from earlier was any chaste thing and not that Junpei hasn't gone there in his mind several times since realizing he liked Eikichi, fantasizing about any which position one could imagine so long as it was the two of them somehow entangled together. But there's fantasy and then there's reality. And the reality is Junpei's never been with anyone before like that, so he's a little shy about navigating these new waters.
But then Eikichi looks at him like that and he speaks in this thick, rich tone and Junpei so clearly understands how this guy became the boss of his school. God. He'd follow Eikichi to the ends of the Earth if Eikichi keeps using that tone. Junpei reaches up to pry off his baseball cap and fling it to the side so it won't get in the way of those kisses and then he eagerly meets Eikichi's lips. Their first kiss was wonderful. 10/10, no notes. But this one comes after they've talked and established they're together, so there's nothing to hinder it. No thoughts of things that should be addressed, no desperation to not lose one another. Just enjoying this thing of theirs now -- this thing they can call their own.
Junpei's always been drawn to Eikichi's hands -- admiring them as they worked whether cooking or drawing. He liked watching Eikichi's fingers when he would bring them to his face near his lips in those moments he was being playful or teasing or cocky. And when Junpei could get away with it, he'd reach out to touch and guide those hands himself. Now, he has free access to Eikichi's hands and Junpei blindly reaches for them, leading arms to wrap around him and enthusiastically placing his hands on the small of his back -- ensuring Eikichi's fingers can dip beneath his shirt and have full access to his bare skin. Because that would be nice, he thinks. Those fingers roaming freely along his spine. He shivers just thinking about it.
In the meantime, their kiss! It's impassioned and just as bruising as before, but this time, Junpei parts his lips. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but it feels right to deepen the kiss and taste Eikichi with his tongue.
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He can't help but think back to that time they found ropes and candles in Seven Sister High's Janitorial room. For...emergencies, they had hoped.
Eikichi in some ways has gotten so good at playing a role that it took over how he was before and became who he is. In truth, he hasn't really done anything like this either, unlike his friend Lisa, and is just winging it from whatever he's managed to sneak into his house without his father noticing, like all other healthy boys his age. Except he'd never really...thought about liking another boy before. Then again, if Miyabi had been a boy, it would have ended up exactly the same, just he would have needed to switch to a different type of magazine. After all, Eikcihi doesn't fall in love with how a person looks, it's their heart and personality that draws him to them. It's also why he didn't even blink at Jun and Tatsuya's public displays of brohood, just commenting on how they were making Lisa angry. He should have known that observation would come to bite him a few months later. Eikichi and Junpei, the two of them, being idiots and doing as well without realizing it.
He feels his hands being moved and sort of understands what Junpei is implying, putting them around his neck to deepen the kiss until...oh. Oh, he knew this was going to happen eventually, but it looks like they both have pent up energy. He tries to do it as well, but it's not perfect. Hesitant, a little unsure how he's suppose to move his tongue in there. But it's fun. That's the important part, right? He takes a sharp breath through his nose and hums.
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But oh! Eikichi's tongue has joined in to play and as far as Junpei's aware, Eikichi is doing everything right. He must really know what he's doing because it all feels very good to Junpei so far! He can't even tell the others hesitation, if only because Junpei is diving in full force. He moves closer, the closest he's ever been excluding the night of the dreaded cuddle. But perhaps this is even closer than that as Junpei slips onto Eikichi's lap.
Eikichi locked that door for a reason, Junpei thinks. And so, he feels that gives him permission to get handsy. One slips into Eikichi's hair that he'd only gotten to touch when he was picking out forest debris. Now he can touch and appreciate all of these things without fear. And that other hand (his right and dominant hand) does just that, resting on Eikichi's chest before slipping down to the hem of his shirt and dipping beneath so he can touch skin. Junpei's hands are a little rougher -- calloused from continual use, whether swinging a baseball bat or his broad sword, but always so very warm. It shouldn't feel unpleasant.
Well. At first.
Grinning deviously against Eikichi's lips, Junpei flutters fingers along Eikichi's stomach just to test how ticklish he is. Which is probably not the best way to set a sexy mood, to be fair! But Junpei is gonna continue to tease Eikichi just the way he would as his best bud! And if Eikichi wanted to punish him for his bad behavior, then oh no. Junpei would have no choice but to accept his penance.
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Oh this is...really nice. He can feel his entire body burn up the second Junpei moves even closer, making no effort to push him off. They are still kissing, maybe they should stop soon? Well he can breathe by his nose, this is fine. Everything is fine.
Then it becomes way more than he anticipated. It feels like Junpei's put molten lava on his chest as his hand touches him on his skin and his face becomes incredibly hot. It doesn't matter if his fingers aren't smooth, in fact, it feels more like it's digging into his skin making it worse. Is he having a sensory overload or is this just right?
And then...
"Oh my go-oooood!" Like a cork popping from a bottle, he breaks off their connection the second Junpei starts tickling, his stomach muscles involuntary wincing from inside. He falls over akin a sinking boat, taking Junpei with him.
The answer is yes, he is very ticklish.
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"I..." there's a moment of uncertainty. Is it too much too soon? Should they just continue their slow make out and see where it went from there? A nice, lazy pace because they had nowhere to go and no place to be but with each other? He bites his lip and then decides, fuck it. If intrusive thoughts were winning for Eikichi today, Junpei would let his do the same!
"I wanna put my mouth on you," his palm trails to the seat of Eikichi's pants to indicate where. He keeps eye contact, tilting his head. "Would that be okay? Or is that something we should save until later?"
He smiles to break some of the tension of the moment to make a little bit of a teasing joke. "I'm real curious if what they say about eating fruit affecting the flavor is true!" And Eikichi's diet is primarily fruit and veg, so....
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Eikichi gives Junpei time to collect his thoughts and it looks like he's hesitating, giving him an encouraging look. Honestly if he hadn't suggested it, Eikichi might have gone the other end on top of him. They still had time for it anyway. It couldn't be all that different than from what he had read, right? But then Junpei's hand is really close and he's not sure if he'll be able to last long. Not fair...
"If you're not doing it, I am." That resolves that, doesn't it? Choose your poison, Junpei. But then Eikichi looks a little panicked himself. "Wait, how would you know the difference?" He adds as the joke doesn't land, just glad he'd taken his shower before calling him over. Oh god, had Junpei already done this with a bunch of dudes to know how they tasted?! Shit, here he was, having barely touched a girl's breast in his life, let alone another guy's chest.
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He scratches the side of his cheek, sheepish. "I wouldn't. Not really. I mean, I've tasted my own." Is that weird? M-maybe it's a little weird. Junpei waves his hands in front of himself to try and make it more of a normal thing. "I-I was curious! And sometimes you don't got a tissue around and--"
Oh my god. Junpei will stop going down the strange path of his solo sex life. "A-anyway! You're my first...uh, everything." His smile returns, soft. And he looks at Eikichi, enamored -- the way he's always looks at him, really. Like the world revolves around a single point and that point is not the sun, but Eikichi Mishina. Fuck, it's so stupid neither of them realized they were into each other until very recently. "But I want you to be. Everything I do with you is a lot of fun, Eikichi. Always has been. So this is gonna be the same, right?"
Right! Junpei has no doubt. He might get shy here and there, but honestly he feels so comfortable around Eikichi. "Anyway, as for who gets to go first. From what I hear, 69 is a pretty niiiice number." His eyebrows wiggle playfully. Maybe it will be a disaster. Junpei's not so sure he could concentrate on pleasuring Eikichi while receiving it himself, but even if it is a disaster in the sense of not going as smooth and perfect as the movies make it seem -- it's still bound to be a lot of fun!
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"Pffft. Bro. Bro." He holds up a hand for him to stop. "I feel that every guy should at least try their own once before they ever subject someone else to it, otherwise they shouldn't even ask." Leave it to him to make it seem like the most normal thing ever.
"You could have fooled me," he added pointing with a small wink. "I kissed Miyabi and we did...get a little intimate real quick before I went off to face Nyarlathotep, but it was nothing like this." Makes sense for a guy to get a real quick make-out session before thinking he was saving the world, right? He didn't think everything would go to hell in a handbasket. "Oh and some guys at school on a dare, and this girl kissed my cheek at Seven Sisters when we fixed the curse emblem problem buuuuut that's about it." A pause. "W-what I-I make it sound like I have experience now but yeah...not r-really? Not like this...never like this."
And while the idea of both of them on top of each other is really enticing, "I think," he ponders, putting a finger on his lip, "I'd like for us to look at each other before we think about that." Leaving it open for later. When they both have more experience than just awkward kissing. "Hmmm....if we're really doing this, did you take a shower this morning?"
Maybe it's just his affinity for water, but the idea of doing something while there's water raining on them, the steam filling the room...they aren't undressed yet anyway. It wouldn't take that much more time. And he's no longer worried about his hair colour changing either now that it's permanent.
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Eikichi's words seem to echo Junpei's thoughts, overlapping with that if we're really doing this. He snaps out of his daze to look at him, mind catching up at the question about the shower. Junpei shakes his head, sitting back from Eikichi. "Not this morning. I had a long ass cry in the shower before bed yesterday, though. And proceeded not to sleep at all. But I'm not tired now!" He assures. Although it's only a matter of time before Junpei conks out -- especially now that they've not only mended their relationship but upgraded it!
The prospect of seeing a naked Eikichi is enough to keep him going for now, though! No fatigue whatsoever. "I've been trying to get in the shower with you for a while now, so you know I'm game. You don't know how close I was the night I got back to just busting open the door, pushing you against the shower wall and kissing you. Lucky me, getting to live past Junpei's dream."
Past Junpei.....from only two days ago.
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"Okay then, once we...do it...after that, I am putting you to bed so you can at least nap for a few hours." What that meant, he wasn't sure yet, but he wasn't going to have Junpei being a zombie and then fall sleep mid-kiss. They were running on teen make-out energy, but that battery would run empty soon, he feared.
"Heh." He should have seen it. He knows this. Hell, he's pretty sure deep down he knew it down to his soul, that even Hades was aware, but his own fear kept everything at length's bay. He clicks his tongue again and thinks back to the night two days ago. "...I think." His eyes go back to looking at Junpei. "I think if you had...I would have let you." Which is a monumental thing to admit. "Besides," he adds, raising his left eyebrow, "I think you saw all my drawings of you." All water under the bridge now. "Maybe you sleeping next to me was that kick I needed to admit it to myself."
He stands up and stretches his arms, before walking over to the appearing door, taking the towel from the floor and putting it properly into the clothing bin. Then he did an overly exaggerated movement as if to present the door to him.
"Now Mr.Iori if you step right this way, I believe this little situation requires an...encore?"
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The confession about allowing the kiss brings a warm smile to Junpei's face, and he kicks himself a little for not following through! But things are as they should be. They got here and that's what mattered. And it seemed as though Eikichi found Junpei's note. He didn't think it was going to be something Eikichi revisited for a bit, but also he didn't anticipate the following morning was going to turn out the way it did either.
But Eikichi is up and the bathroom is there for the two of them. Eikichi makes that joke which earns a faint laugh. Junpei slowly gets up from the mattress and follows him. "I didn't mean to look at the notebook. It was...I thought it was your sketchbook with Miyabi. And I was looking for a reason to talk myself out of going in there with you. Feeling guilty was just as good of an excuse as any. Maybe the only excuse."
He doesn't go into the bathroom just yet. Instead, he takes a moment to loop his arms around Eikichi's midsection and peek up at him. "Why were you so terrified, though? It's just me, dude. Probably your current dumbest friend. Definitely your dumbest boyfriend. You threatened me with a knife and I still stuck around. Even in the impossible scenario where I didn't like you -- I wouldn't have been scared off by Eikichi Mishina's big ol' crush on me! And besides! You telling me The Great Michel would have thrown in the towel that easily? Wouldn't have even tried to win over that Junpei Iori guy?"
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They were really alike, weren't they? They kept making up excuses for the other to keep at an arm's length. And here they were now, calling each other boyfriends. When Junpei gets to him, he lowers his forehead to his, closing his eyes. He didn't realize how much he needed this, especially in this world, this uncertainty. The questions he ask, part of him wants to be this cool guy and just crack a joke at it, but Junpei at this point deserves the truth.
"L-listen I-i..." He bites his lip as the pain in his voice causes brings back old memories and his stuttering. "I-i know it was just you...I just...I never really told you what h-happened back then when I was a k-kid right?" He stops to take a deep breath, and brings in Junpei closer to him into a hug. "Miyabi, she was the most beautiful, popular girl at school. I-i was the chubby, s-stuttering loser that l-liked to draw. T-the other kids, t-they didn't like me or our friendship. T-they pulled down my pants in front of her. S-she liked me too, but there was so much peer pressure, she told me she hated fat people like me." There's a pause again, as he regains a better control of the waves moving inside his head. "When we met again this year, I didn't even know it was her. She felt so guilty about it she had gained weight to show me it wouldn't matter, but I had done the opposite - embracing my Michel personality hoping she'd like me more that way..."
The hug is suffocating, as if Eikichi is afraid Junpei will leave or disappear in his arms. There's tears in his eyes, but at least no mascara to color his face again.
"T-That's why I was so terrified! We don't know how long we'll be here! I c-couldn't risk it! When you cried in my arms two days ago, I couldn't tell you anything. What would happen if you didn't like me...or worse that you hated or were disgusted by me for liking you. I don't know if I had that willpower to do it all over again. So that's why I...pinned you to the wall. I couldn't think straight. I just wanted that pain to be over with."
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Kids could be cruel. Eikichi lived a lonely life of mockery. But the one solid truth of both then and now is Eikichi always had a big heart. And Miyabi had the gift to see straight into said heart. Junpei gets it. The lengths one would go for popularity. Especially as a kid. Hadn't Junpei himself sought popularity by becoming the jokester? Hadn't he gone to house parties before just to appear 'cool' and hated every minute of it? So he can't fault Miyabi. But also, he understands the deep cut it gave Eikichi. A cut that still has yet to mend. A cut so deep, Michel was born to be the bandage. Eikichi's own created persona in a way.
This story explains why there were so many different images of Miyabi, too. It all makes so much sense.
Junpei knows their relationship is bound for a tragic path. He knows at the end of it, he's going to have to say goodbye to Eikichi. But it won't be because oof rejection. Junpei adjusts so his hands could go to one of his new favorite places to touch Eikichi -- resting on his chest and feeling the thump of his heartbeat.
"You're perfect," he utters. "Whether you're a chubby, stuttering kid or The Great Michel. You're perfect 'cause at the heart of it, you're Eikichi Mishina -- who loves with his whole heart, who uses the strength he has to fight for the ones he cares about, and who has more talent in his pinky than those dumb kids who bullied you will ever have. Miyabi could see it. I see it, too."
Junpei leans in, using his boyfriend powers to give Eikichi a quick peck. Because kisses can be used for things other than intense, passionate makeouts!
"It's hard when that's the kind of shit you carry with you and it's scary to open yourself up to hurt. But I hope if me and Miyabi taught you anything, it's to trust your instincts. You fell for two people, and they both wound up liking you back. If you've shown someone your heart, it's impossible not to like you back. I never imagined I'd wind up with a guy, but...I can't imagine it being anyone but you, Eiki-chin." He pats his chest with a smile. "So remember that, if a third person ever rolls around into your radar."
And then Junpei winks playfully. "Of course, I'm far from done with you yet. So no third person until you live it all out to the fullest with your second person."
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Those aren't words Eikichi Mishina had ever heard in his life and they echo in is mind, as he half-listens to what Junpei says next. As a child, chastised for being too fat or not working enough by his father, he always felt deeply flawed. As he got older, he used those words said to him like a shield, to fight back once his persona - or his shinigami as he thought it was back then - awoke and he used like a tool. Those words that replayed in his mind that made him live through hell, stuck in that loop of self-deprecation and wanting to rise above the waves attempting to drown him to become something worthy in Miyabi's eyes. Maybe even his father's eyes as well. Consumed by the need to be accepted by others, continuing the cycle of bullying by thinking he was aiding others by taking care of them. Despite this, the cracks of Eikichi Mishina showed from time to time, as he really did care for the people in his school, as Yukino had mentioned to Tatsuya about people like him being a rare breed. Being all about himself, but never really for himself. All the while, still having small pockets of showing emotion, allowing himself to show them around his friends, but keeping that Japanese mindset to keep the harder, darker feelings locked in. Like his father had taught him, and probably like his father had been taught by his grandfather. Presenting an image that he had cultivated over the years.
But this was different.
In the Scorpio temple, it had been Eikichi who had fought his shadow that knew everything about him and his guilt, accepting that he was a part of him, and he had become far stronger for it. It was him who had spoken to Miyabi, telling her he didn't care what she looked like. The entire battle hadn't really been for himself. It had been for her. When she had cried in his arms and thanked him, he had felt on top of the world. Yet now, Eikichi realizes, he never had cried for himself.
So now, he does.
Ugly, terrible and loud sobs as he hangs on Junpei for dear life, as all that built tension that had been locked in his heart since his childhood is released all at once, opening the floodgates that don't seem to stop. Did Junpei mention someone else? Huh? Honestly he's not listening anymore at the point.
"Thank you..." his voice is meek and raw, his head spins and his eyes sting. "Thank you..."
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"You don't have to always be strong or the bravest or the coolest, to be worth something." Junpei utters, lips pressing against Eikichi's temple. It's giving him permission to cry. To cry as long as he needs to. To shatter if it'll help. Because Junpei will be here to help glue him back together again. And he'll do it any time it needs to be done because for as cathartic as this is, Junpei knows these deep-seated fears and pains can't be erased with a good cry. But the chasm they've made in Eikichi's heart can close a little bit -- can make it easier to cross so he can better face his fears in the future.
Taking Eikichi's face in his hands, Junpei inches in to kiss the tears from his cheeks and end with a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You're worth everything to me, Eiki-chin."
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"I--" He doesn't feel like saying thank you again will just cut it. If Eikichi liked him before, now he's seeing Junpei under a new light. He recalls how his boyfriend thought of himself of a lower tier than his peers like somehow power levels were important. What a load of bullshit. He'd tear the very ground with his bare hands if it meant he could find him again, no matter how long it would take. This world, for all its faults, gave them this opportunity to come together and he was indebted to that.
Eikichi places his arms behind Junpei and brings him as close as possible as he can, before it's his turn to kiss him on the forehead. Then his cheeks. Then his lips. He smiles and even twirls Junpei around, lifting his feet off the ground.
"I love you, Junpei Iori."
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Eikichi says something following that. Something that makes the world stand still for a moment -- even as he's swung around so easily in Eikichi's arms. I love you, Junpei Iori. His heart lodges in his throat, and it's impossible not to return to a little less than two weeks ago. Chidori's final words a mirror reflection of the words Eikichi said to him when he found his voice amidst his tears. I love you, Junpei. Thank you. For Chidori, that's when life left her. She was gone before she knew, before Junpei could say it back. Even following her death, he didn't say it. Even as she lives within him now, he hasn't said it. Never gave voice to the words.
Coward that he is, he can't find his voice right now either -- fisting Eikichi's shirt with a tense desperation. But there's a brief fear that takes hold. By saying those three words, does he enact some kind of curse? Is Eikichi going to leave Junpei, too? Did the Fae send Junpei home in order to let him come back to this as some sort of entertaining tragedy for their own amusement? Junpei's brown eyes meet Eikichi's, searching for...for what? He doesn't know. The rug pull. The gut punch. The loss.
But Eikichi's not going anywhere.
"I...um," it's Junpei's turn for a moment of vulnerability. His cheeks going a little pink. He summons his strength. Somehow, this is harder than putting the evoker to his head ever was.
"I love you, too."
Because he does. He has for some time. Seeking out Eikichi every day because the world felt black and white until Eikichi filled it with all of his color. Feeling a thrill whenever they entered each others spaces. Talking about everything and nothing just to hear the lovely timbre of Eikichi's voice. Thinking of Eikichi in his time alone and wondering if he would have found something Junpei saw funny or if he would have liked that one necklace he saw in the shop or if it would be too soon after saying goodbye for the day to go back and start a whole new hang out. That's all love, right?
Yeah. It's stupid, sappy love. And it's theirs.
"So... I think that's your cue to make love to me, then."
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"Okay."
He laughs, because it's all he can say after that. Like when they first kissed, which now almost seems like an eternity ago, it was the same answer. Maybe others might think they were going too fast, but for Eikichi, and he suspected Junpei as well, they'd had a lifetime's worth of tragedy and death surrounding people they loved to give into hesitation. Eikichi would rather burn brightly for as long as he could have Junpei with him than regret the decision the rest of his life memory intact or not.
"..." One side of his lips curl up. The light in his reddish-orange eyes looking down passionately at him. Junpei was right. Enough talk. Ta-chan should be satisfied with all the words they told each other, they'd done it enough. Besides, his throat was a little dry after all that crying. Slinging Junpei over his shoulder with ease all the while snickering, he uses his free hand to open the door to the bathroom before putting him down and pinning him against one of the walls into a long and deep kiss, one of his legs purposefully bent upwards to give him a bit of a idea of what's to come. Confident Eikichi has taken over the wheel, and he's ready to put on a show, or be given one. At this point, just the mystery of that uncertainty between the both of them is making his cheeks turn red. When he pulls back, he points a hand at him, winking.
"Soooo...I think that's your cue to take off your clothes."
He'll do it to. If Junpei asks nicely.
cw: there do be some sexytimes from here on out lol
But it's just typical Eikichi and this is the dumb shit Junpei signed up for, so he's not mad. He's especially not mad when they're kissing again, heated and yearning and oh. Junpei can feel Eikichi against him. A fire ignites in the pit of his stomach, and Junpei highly doubts the shower is going to do a single thing to douse it. Eikichi is back to confidence and Junpei doesn't imagine it's bluster. After baring all that emotional turmoil, there's really no reason to be shy about baring anything physically. Once again, Junpei tries to chase the kiss as Eikichi's pulling back -- blinking up at him dazedly. And ah. Clothes. Yeah they are getting in the way, aren't they?
Junpei easily dips into his shirt and tosses it to the floor. He's been bare chested around Eikichi before, so this isn't anything new. The only difference now is there is a mark at his chest. A faint bullet-shaped scar over his heart from the entry wound and on his back for the exit wound. Chidori's magic had worked a miracle. It healed all of the internal damage. It got his heart to start beating again. It closed the bleeding wounds. And even minimized how horrid the scars would have been had he somehow lived and been left to heal on his own. But whether intentionally or not, it didn't fully erase what happened from his skin. And Junpei's grateful for that. Every time he sees the marks, he'll be reminded of her. It's something he'll carry, even when he loses his memories.
Junpei looks at Eikichi with a faint smirk as he reaches down for his own belt to undo it. "You sure you don't wanna be the one to pull down my pants?" A playful little tease. Eikichi could have been training his whole life as the Undie Boss for this moment! But Junpei denies him the chance because he's already working on removing his slacks, letting them drop so he can step out of them. Lastly are the boxers. Junpei probably would have been shy about removing them not even ten minutes ago out on the bed, but there's nothing to be shy about anymore. He yanks them down and stands there now nude. Nothing to hide. Already semi-hard, about halfway to full arousal. He'll probably be there in full when Eikichi either gets naked or touches him. Or maybe he somehow can do both at once.
"Your turn, lover boy." He ain't asking nicely. He's demanding. "No more kisses until you join me." A beat. "Ya think the bathroom works like the kitchen and if we ask it nicely for lube, it'll provide?"
cw: here be penni (but not the pasta kind)
"Are you trying to get me out of pantsu retirement?" he laughs, crossing his arms, enjoying the show. For Junpei however, he'd make an exception and pull them down later. If he asked. Nicely.
It doesn't take long before Junpei is fully in the nude. Eikichi wasn't exactly a stranger to being naked in front of others (humiliating time aside). Multiple trips to the onsen on his own, with school friends and even the one started by a rumour with his group. He can't help but think back to that time him and Tatsuya had washed each other's Persona making Lisa think they were making out with each other (and him getting blamed for being the peeping tom when it should have been her because she scaled the wall - no no he's not bitter at all!).
Yet never had he felt aroused by any of it. Even if Tatsuya was one good-looking rival, Eikichi didn't harbour that type of feelings for him. It was just dudes being naked around each other, something most Japanese teens and children were accustomed too. Hell, if he'd been at the hot spring with Junpei, he probably would have treated it as just another trip between bros.
Now, however, it's completely different. There's a need building inside the pit of his stomach again, leading downward. Junpei doesn't even have the demand or threaten, (although it's cute that he thinks he can intimidate him) as Eikichi is already halfway removing his long shirt-kilt when the other is threatening to go without kisses if he doesn't. He tosses it wayside as his pants fall to the ground, moving only to remove his socks and leaving nothing but a blue-coloured pair of underwear. Unlike Junpei, he tended to like briefs a lot more, which honestly didn't leave much to the imagination even before he removed that too. Already at full mast. He knew what he wanted.
"Should I keep my jewellery, or remove that too?"
Now it's his turn to tease as he gets closer, only to stop at the question, looking at the multitude of bottles and makeup that are arranged neatly around the sink. "I have..." he looks over to the bottles and pulls out a bottle that looks like massage oil. "This already."
Junpei could ask why he had that. Or maybe that's part of the mystery that is Eikichi Mishina.
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"Up to you on the jewelry," he approaches him. "All depends on how waterproof it is. But you know what would be really fucking sexy? If you got a tongue ring someday." He could imagine it. He could imagine all the delectable things Eikichi could do with that tongue ring. And Junpei, as already established, has a very active imagination. The gap between them closes. Junpei encircles Eikichi with his arms again -- pressing into him, brushing against him. Fingers curl around the oil to study the bottle before nodding. It'll work. He just assumes Eikichi has it for masturbation purposes.
"Alright, Mishina. Here's how it's gonna go. We're gonna get in that shower and you're gonna finish what you started earlier. Pin me right up against that wall and take what's yours. After a little bit of prep work that is. It is my first time, after all." Junpei lays out the 'plan' like the coach before a big game, a lopsided grin on his face. "But don't think for one minute that's how it's gonna be every time. Next time it's me in you."
But for the shower, with Eikichi being the taller of the two and much of this having to be done from a standing position, it just makes more sense if Eikichi's the one taking charge. As already established, he can hold Junpei up for a while without getting tired. And Junpei's more than eager to have his legs wrapped around him, bearing down on him until he pops like a bottle of champagne inside him. Goodbye, virginity. Junpei won't be sorry to see it gone.
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"But a tongue piercing?" He stops to press against him again and trying to contain himself. He's not going to last long. "Hmmm...I'll think about it," which means he will, because that is certainly something Eikichi had not even considered. Everything he had was meant to be easily taken off at the end of a day so his father wouldn't know. On the other hand, he had heard from working at the live house that tongue piercings hurt a lot. These people didn't have Personas and a higher tolerance to pain either, so he'd have to ask the tattoo parlour if they had those services as well.
Once Junpei approves of his bottle of choice, he doesn't even bother to tell him he actually had it for his hair. An old trick of the trade to keep his hair still moisturized while making it stick in the air with other sprays so it didn't itch. But yes, also lube.
"It's really cute that you think you can decide what I want to do, Iori" he growls in a low voice, circling his entire frame around him to take him into a back cuddle. Of course he's going to do exactly what Junpei is asking, but what's the fun in just nodding his head and going along with it? They'd spoken so much the past hour and peeled off each others' masks already. Even if Eikichi pretend to be the untameable delinquent student, Junpei knew the truth. This was just another facade of him.
"It's my first time too..." he adds as he's moving his partner over to the shower without effort. The free hand opening the water (testing it to make sure it is comfortable, wouldn't want to be scalding hot or ice cold to ruin the mood) tap before he brings the both of them in. Pecking at Junpei's neck to kiss him, while spreading some of the oil in his hands, leaving the bottle on a nearby shelf (that wasn't there before?). It's a tightly packed situation, but they make it work.
"Okay, let's get you to relax first...nice and slow..." The oil wasn't just a lubricant, but also a massage oil as well. "Your back kinda feels a little tense." This part came from a porn magazine he's read once. After all, male or female, doing it from the back was pretty much the same. He pushes him a little against the wall, but not before his other hand grasps Junpei's dick. It would be poor manners to just go into him and at least not give him something in return. Make him wait a little for it.
"How's that?"
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But then Eikichi's moving. Suddenly Junpei feels cold. H-hey! Where's he going -- and oh! Circling to the back. The press of him still present and Junpei pushes against Eikichi with his hips a little to tease him after the bluster, making absolutely sure to create some bit of friction against Eikichi's cock. This might be Junpei's first time, but as a guy, he understands the things that feel good. And he decides to use that knowledge for evil! Shit-eating grin flashed over his shoulder in classic Junpei fashion, as though to say: what're you gonna do about it?
He moves into the shower at Eikichi's behest, smile softening. It's comforting in a way -- the two of them navigating this together. Neither knowing what to expect. Not really. But finding their way through. Junpei trusts Eikichi implicitly. For as much as they tease one another, Junpei knows he's in good hands. He knows that Eikichi will pay attention and take care of Junpei, just as Junpei will do the same for him. So he's not worried. And he's not afraid. It does become just a little more real for him, though, that this is actually happening. Things that were contained to only fantasy just a few nights ago. He's really here with Eikichi. Eikichi's really touching him. Kissing him. Urging him to relax as he--
"F-fuck," Junpei gasps as the hand wraps around him. He....really likes Eikichi's hands. That's one thing he'd spent time imagining -- Eikichi's painted fingers wrapped around him just like this, stroking slow and languid. Handling Junpei the way he handles those knives, with care and expert ease. "That's good. That's real good."
His heart races with the excitement. His breath quickens. "We're gonna face each other though, right? When you....go in? W-with your dick, I mean." Junpei's more than happy to take fingers from behind, but he wants to be able to look into Eikichi's eyes otherwise. It's cramped in this shower, but Junpei still thinks they could make it work. Maybe if Eikichi leans back against the wall and supports Junpei's hips, Junpei can do most of the work -- rock against him until both of them couldn't take it. And good news is they probably won't even last all that long, so no real risk of cramping up!
Actually, Junpei knows they won't last long as arousal pulses, burns and clouds his head just from Eikichi's single touch. Damn. This is the best thing he's ever felt in his life. And Junpei looks forward to every subsequent touch topping the last and becoming the NEW best thing he's ever felt in his life.
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"Y-yeah," he replies at Junpei's question, his own voice a mixture of pleasure and slight embarrassment. He knows he can lift him up really easily but..."I just want to make sure I don't drop you. If the sensations become too..." He can't thinks straight. It's taking a monumental effort just to speak. His voice cracks as he adds, "too g-good, y-you know?"
But he does turn him around so they look at each other. Eikichi, his cheeks tinted pink, blue hair dripping wet and in his eyes instead of standing upright. This is like he imagined it, but also why he's having a bit of a stage fright if he messes up. He knows Junpei won't care. It'll just be a funny anecdote but Eikichi is a perfectionist. He wants to get it right the first time and just improve on that.
"O-okay. Here we go..." He lifts him, carefully, slowly. His own dick not going in yet. He just wants to make sure Junpei is ready since he has a feeling it will be one of those breathe in and the next they're both done. Part of him wants to make this last as long as possible. First times are always a mess, however, as he's finding out. "You ready?"
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x) hehehe embrace the stupidity
Is this porn or is this a comedy a pornmedy, if you will
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What is porn but not a comedy
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