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Reason ninety-seven that proves he's stupidly in love: sometimes, Junpei knows Yuuji is nearby from his scent alone. Granted, right after a shower, the citrus notes of Yuuji's body wash and shampoo aren't difficult to notice, but Junpei counts it. He smells oranges, and as if on cue, a weight flops onto the bed behind him.
Yuuji lets out a sigh, like all the day's worries will vanish along with that single breath. For him, that's probably true. Yuuji isn't the overthinker in their couple. The one who sees the worst in a situation, even when being pessimistic goes against all logic.
Junpei grimaces. Nope, that's him. An absolute delight of a boyfriend.
Junpei marks his page and tosses the book onto the bedside table. It wasn't that interesting. Too dry and high-concept in a book way. If it was a movie, he'd have liked it. He'll have to search for a cliff-notes version before Fushiguro inevitably texts him to ask what he thinks. Honest to hell, Junpei is trying to find common ground between their tastes, but he'd sooner use this book for kindling than finish it.
Rolling over, he doesn't have to force a smile when he sees Yuuji lying there in a dark t-shirt and lurid pink boxers with a yellow banana print splashed across them.
Junpei snorts. "You kept the second pair," he says, though he expected nothing less.
"Someone's gotta wear them. This was a great matching gift!" Yuuji pouts, resting an arm beneath his head. "I bet Nanamin's just shy. Gojo-sensei said he gets bashful about people giving him presents because he's not used to it."
Junpei raises a brow doubtfully, more at the latter part than Yuuji's hypothesis. "Hmm, maybe."
"What, you don't think so?"
"My guess is they conveniently disappeared."
"No way… even if he doesn't wear them, Nanamin wouldn't throw them out."
"You sure think highly of him, Yuuji," Junpei replies. "He's not a saint. Besides, isn't Nanami-san a minimalist? If he doesn't plan on wearing something, it won't stay in his closet."
"Ugh. You're right. He is!"
Junpei's lips curl into a grin. He can't resist. "Wait. Can you repeat that second line, and I'll record it?"
"Just wait a while," Yuuji says far too easily, meeting Junpei's eyes. His stomach does a series of flips. "I bet I'll say it again soon because you're so smart."
Heat burns Junpei's face, painting it a vivid shade of red. He bites back the urge to disprove the compliment. It isn’t anything he hasn't dealt with before; Yuuji says corny shit like this all the time. Even worse, he means every word. Arguing will get them nowhere. He has a better idea of how they can spend their night.
Maneuvering onto his hands and knees, Junpei scoots closer and leans over Yuuji. He reaches down, using the hand he's not balancing himself on to caress Yuuji's face. He does it slowly, trailing his fingertips along the curve of Yuuji's jaw then back along the same path. The affectionate gleam in his boyfriend's eyes wavers, a ravenous intensity bleeding through to shore in the gaps.
"That was a pretty long shower you took."
"Yeah, it was," Yuuji replies, voice a few octaves lower now. "How about yours? I wasn't home yet so…"
"Well," Junpei says, drawing out the pause until Yuuji's hand closes around his wrist. A shiver skitters down his spine, and he nearly loses his cool, but he forges ahead. "I guess you could say it was thorough. I knew you'd probably be here with me tonight."
"And you were right. I'm back."
Yuuji smirks, then with a firm tug, he pulls Junpei off-balance, bringing him down to lay on top of him. Kisses are dotted across Junpei's forehead, leaving no spot untouched. Yuuji's lips linger over his scars, kissing the mottled skin there more reverently than the rest. When he's satisfied, Yuuji leans in, nuzzling their noses together, breath fanning against Junpei's face. His heart jackhammers beneath Junpei's chest, a clear sign that he emerged unscathed from his latest mission.
"Welcome home," Junpei murmurs, voice hitched from numerous emotions.
He loves that he gets to say that to Yuuji, that they have a home together. Things he'd never believed in his wildest dreams that he would possess as a teenager. He's happier than he thought himself capable of at that stage, too. Sometimes Junpei feels like he used up his lifetime supply of luck on three key moments: meeting Yuuji, living when he could have died, and working up the courage to specify that his offer to take Yuuji to the movies a few months later was a date, not a friend thing.
Junpei meets Yuuji in the middle when he leans up and kisses him.
Their mouths meld together, trading languid kisses as countless minutes flit by. Yuuji's lips are eager, pressing against Junpei like he doesn't want to stop. It's what he loves about kissing Yuuji. Whether forceful or patient, like now, Junpei never has to guess if he's desired. Each gentle nip at his lips and the hum Yuuji makes when Junpei straddles his lap, tells him everything he needs to know.
Yuuji's hand cups Junpei's bicep then the back of his neck, tickling the downy hairs at his nape. With a practiced tug, he tugs the elastic free from Junpei's ponytail, letting his hair fall to just above his shoulders.
Fingers bury themselves in Junpei's dark locks, carding through the strands and tugging. Sparks of pleasure kindle in his belly, burning hot when his mouth opens in a gasp that Yuuji swallows. His tongue dips into Junpei's mouth, licking over his teasingly.
Two can play at that game. Junpei grinds down, rolling his body into Yuuji's groin, savoring the way his cock kicks from the direct stimulation. He doesn't stop moving, chasing the feeling of them flush together again and again until Yuuji abandons his hair for his waist, digging his fingers into it accusingly. A grin spreads across Junpei's kiss-swollen lips. He feels heady with power, but his victory is fleeting.
Very fleeting. Before Junpei can get too comfortable, Yuuji reverses their positions. Junpei's head hits the pillows, hair splaying around it in a false halo. He's knocked breathless for a few seconds, staring in a daze at Yuuji's equally lust-hazy eyes.
Yuuji slips between his legs, gripping both under the knee, spreading them up and away for better access. Junpei bites back a whine. Embarrassment flushes his face a vibrant red. The lost sound punches out as a needy moan when Yuuji humps down against him, rutting their hardening cocks together through the soft fabric of their boxers. He wants more, but he suddenly feels helpless. He can't close his legs, can't do more than lie back and let Yuuji have him.
But Junpei has never minded that. All Yuuji has to do is ask and he'd grant him anything. Any part of himself, physical or otherwise; whatever Yuuji wants.
He's just that much of a goner.
That's what should be embarrassing, but Junpei doesn't care. There aren't many people in the world he cares about on a deeper level. More people than he used to, now that he has actual friends, but he's never been someone who's surrounded by a huge network of close bonds. So he thinks he's allowed to go a little crazy this once.
Another tight drag of them together brings Junpei back. He stifles a curse when he sees Yuuji's eyes drop shut in pleasure; the cadence of his thrusts increase, his jaw tightening to hold back his voice. It's tempting to sink deeper into that feeling with him, but Junpei finds his resolve. Grinding isn't what he had in mind when he fantasized about their reunion. There's too many clothes involved and a distinct lack of him getting pounded into the mattress.
"Yuuji," he says. The fingers gripping under his knees tighten, and his boyfriend's eyes snap open. Junpei smiles at him, using his gentlest tone when he coyly asks, "Can we move on?"
He only startles a little when Yuuji immediately lets go and his legs hit the sheets. Junpei doesn't wait for permission. He reaches for the band of Yuuji's boxers and tugs, letting his fingers trail appreciatively over the firm, tanned skin of Yuuji's ass as it's bared to him. Still, he has to admit his outfit choice is horrendous.
"You should throw these out," he mutters, eying the comical pattern as they work together to slide the fabric off and over the side of their bed.
"Aww, Junpei, I thought you liked my banana," Yuuji teases, waggling an eyebrow. Junpei lands a shove against his bicep. But his lips twitch, and then finally give way to a torrent of laughter.
"God… that's terrible," he says, giggling as he flops backward, leaving Yuuji room to sit up between his legs and discard his shirt as well.
"Made you smile though."
Something snags in Junpei's heart, momentarily disrupting the rhythm of the beats.
"Yeah," he admits. "You always do."
There's a glimmer in Yuuji's eyes when they look at each other, and seeing that floods Junpei with hope. Maybe he's a decent boyfriend after all, if he can put that much happiness in Yuuji's gaze from a simple admission. He'll have to make room in his doubtful mind for a little confidence.
"C'mon, your turn."
Yuuji's hands reach for Junpei's shirt and make quick work of it, sending it to meet a similar fate on the floor of their bedroom. For the rest, Yuuji ducks down, taking his sweet time as he slides Junpei's boxers off, kissing progressively lower on his stomach. Yuuji's lips trail over the jut of Junpei's hip bones, then move inward, nose tickling the dark hairs at the base of his cock. Yuuji licks a stripe up his shaft, and the sudden wet heat of his tongue is staggering.
Junpei groans. They're so close to where he wants to be, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't considering a change of plans.
"Finish what you started," he murmurs weakly, propping himself up by his elbows. Instead of compliance, Yuuji's tongue laves over the slit of his cock, gaze unrepentant as he takes the head in completely and hums, sending shockwaves rippling down to the root.
Of course. Yuuji loves using his mouth. It's the deadliest weapon in his arsenal at times like these. And Junpei is powerless to resist.
He's all but ready to surrender when abruptly, Yuuji pulls back with an obscene pop. "Hey, babe," he begins, voice airy with excitement, "can we do that thing tonight?"
"What thing?"
Yuuji grabs one of his hands, toying with his fingers. "The tentacle thing. Unless you don't want to."
Oh. A thousand flustered thoughts speed through the pathways in Junpei's brain as he blushes and tries to locate a response to give Yuuji.
Most of them center around that, for as hesitant as Junpei has been when they've discussed this in the past, he's imagined it during solo training with his shikigami. He doesn't have to worry about its poison; Yuuji is immune. Junpei has worked hard to be able to direct Moon Dregs without stumbling. He's gotten off more than once fantasizing about Yuuji's powerful body held captive by a writhing mess of translucent tentacles, all of them under his control. Being a little mean seems forgivable in those circumstances. Yuuji won't mind—he's so easy to please.
"Um, yeah, we can, if that's what you want," Junpei answers, mouth drier than a desert. His heart jumps into his throat, beating frantically even as Yuuji squeezes his hand in that effortless, reassuring way he's great at.
All careful preparations aside, Junpei wonders, can he pull this off?
"I really, really want to," Yuuji promises him. He guides Junpei's hand until their fingers are brushing against his ass, and the decidedly soft rim there. "Wanna feel you this way. I've thought about it a lot."
Junpei gulps. When Yuuji releases his hand, he runs a curious finger over Yuuji's hole, making his boyfriend suck in an excited breath.
"I'd like that," Junpei says quietly, hooking the tip of his finger inside. Yuuji opens for him easily, hips twitching like he wants to sink down further. Junpei bites his lip as he pulls his hand away, gathering his nerve and sitting up.
He leans over to claim a kiss, grateful for Yuuji's arms wrapping around his shoulders, holding them steady as their lips move together. Shaky breaths slip free from Junpei's mouth in between kisses. But he's managing.
Ready or not, they're doing this. He was never going to tell Yuuji no.
*
This is what he's been waiting for.
Junpei arches his back off the mattress. All the air is knocked out of him as Yuuji slides home with one powerful thrust, choking off his next breath. The sudden, overwhelming fullness of taking him never gets easier to adjust to, but Junpei isn't complaining. He wants to feel everything: the ache, the weight of Yuuji pinning him flat on their bed, Yuuji's forearms straining under his needy grip.
Locking his ankles around Yuuji's waist, Junpei's eyes squeeze shut as Yuuji gradually pulls back then rolls his hips forward, fucking in deep. Junpei struggles to bite back the whine building in his throat. Pleasure whips through him with each slow grind of them together, scattering his thoughts to distant corners of his brain.
He almost forgets what he's supposed to be focusing on.
"Junpei," Yuuji murmurs, kissing beside his ear. Awareness materializes at the sound of his name. Blinking his eyes open, he needs only a glance before he remembers.
"Sorry."
His hands release Yuuji's arms, sliding into the space between them to press together. Cursed energy flows outward from his core to the tips of his fingers; Junpei shapes it in his mind, calling it out in the form he wants.
"I'll be um, controlling Moon Dregs the whole time, so," he says, pausing to swallow down a quiver of anxiety. More than anything, Junpei is curious, but he's also worried. They've never tried this before, and despite how many times Yuuji has shaken off gruesome injuries without breaking a sweat, Junpei doesn't want to risk hurting him. "Just tell me if you want to stop. We could use a safe word."
"Banana."
"What?"
"That can be my safe word. It'd definitely break the mood, right? But I doubt I'm gonna need it." He smiles down at Junpei. "You'll take care of me."
A sigh slips free from Junpei's mouth, transforming into a throaty moan when Yuuji rattles him with a quick thrust, cock driving bluntly into him. He throws his head back, fingers trembling where he's maintaining the connection between his reserve of energy and what he wants to create with it.
He needs to do this. Now, or he won't be able to think clearly enough to summon his shikigami.
Junpei threads his fingers, flexing both hands. Ripples of opalescent light stream from the tips of his fingers, undulating into life. They swerve around Yuuji to float above the bed. The different lights coalesce. Each beam slots into place on Moon Dregs' body, joining the number of its many swaying tentacles. Their bedroom ceiling illuminates with the white-and-yellow glow emanating from it.
Even as he's concentrating, Junpei senses Yuuji's gaze on him, hears the uptick in his breaths as anticipation builds.
But he'll only tease Yuuji a little. This isn't a punishment.
Junpei retreats into his head, fortifying the bonds he's made. He's found, the longer he's wielded Moon Dregs, the more that they're one and the same. Everything it touches, Junpei can feel as though he's using his hand. The synchronicity used to bother him; feeling the poison oozing from Moon Dregs' tentacles, having the phantom sensation sear through his veins unsettled him. The burn doesn't hurt like it does for the curses being exorcised by those secretions. Still, it's something he can't ignore. Developing his technique made the effects stronger, but it comes at the cost of being forcibly aware of the damage he's inflicting at all times.
Here, tonight, maybe that's a blessing, though. Being able to wrap himself around Yuuji and feel him from every angle.
He sucks in a breath, holding it in his lungs as he guides a tentacle to rest on the small of Yuuji's back. Out of instinct, Yuuji tenses, hands planting into the mattress.
"Hi," Junpei says, laughing softly.
That earns him a return laugh, and Yuuji leaning down to kiss him. He melts into it, tracing the tentacle up the curve of Yuuji's spine. As he explores the muscled expanse of Yuuji's back, Junpei simultaneously feels the firm skin beneath his touch and the slick tangle of their tongues. He's grateful for their relaxed pace; he's not confident he could keep this up for long otherwise. Various sensations blur together, blanketing Junpei in a wave of pleasure that reaches every nerve ending in his body.
He wills another tentacle closer, letting it sink down to tease over the sensitive skin behind Yuuji's sac. Ooze trickles out, leaving behind a liquid trail as it wriggles back to press against his rim. A groan sounds between them, Yuuji's eyes pinching shut as the tentacle lines up and pushes inside. He leans back, mouth falling open at the same time as Junpei's lips slacken too.
Hot and tight. Those are the only words in his brain, the only ones he can muster. It's the strangest experience, a ghost of a sensation gripping Junpei from head to toe. He feels overheated, cock pulsing as he senses himself pressing deeper into Yuuji's ass, the tip of the tentacle squirming against his walls, stretching them pliant and loose.
Yuuji's breathing hitches as it draws back at a painstaking pace, slicking him with ooze to ease its glide.
"Good?" Junpei asks, a moan on the tip of his tongue when Yuuji rolls his body forward. His voice cracks before he can say anything more. Instead, he lifts his hips, meeting Yuuji's next, gentler thrust.
"Yeah, so good," Yuuji pants, warm breath fanning over Junpei's face. "Want more."
A request he has no intention of denying. Delaying, yes.
Smiling, Junpei draws a tentacle along Yuuji's shoulder, tracing inward to his neck and running over the shell of his ear. He's wracked by the same full-body shiver Yuuji undergoes when the tentacle changes course, slithering down to follow his collarbones. It slips wetly along the ridge of bone then lower, curling around a pert nipple and coaxing it to harden.
"Like this?" Junpei teases, watching the new tentacle that manifests to grope Yuuji's other pec.
His mouth waters at the sight of Yuuji's chest firming up, his nipples reddening from the pointed attention. Junpei reaches between them to fist his own cock, giving the shaft a few loose strokes while Yuuji curses and squirms above him. Turns out, he's enjoying this as much in reality as in his fantasies.
They both are.
"No, please, just—" Yuuji's voice punches into a moan as the tentacle buried in him swells in size, thickening up to test his give. Junpei hums at the heat that squeezes around his wrists, his ankles, strange sensations dancing over his skin as if they can't find a place to settle.
This part, he didn't anticipate. Training couldn't have prepared him for the phenomenon.
He bites his lip and digs his heels into Yuuji's trembling back as he resumes thrusting, shallow, unsteady cants that shove the head of his cock into Junpei's prostate every second or third graze, making his eyes flutter shut. Even distracted, even slowed down, the force of each thrust is as powerful as always, knocking their headboard into the wall loud enough to echo. Yuuji hardly knows the limits of his own strength, and that ignorance is going to be the death of Junpei one of these days.
He does his best to breathe, tries not to fight the tension rapidly coiling in his gut, waiting to burst free. It's fine if it does; he's the one who needs to keep a clear head here. To take care of Yuuji like he's trusting him to do.
"You're doing well," he soothes Yuuji after he manages to catch a breath. Junpei strains his head up, blindly seeking his boyfriend's mouth for a quick, grounding kiss. Their lips smack together once before he drops back to the pillows. "Keep going, and I'll give you what you need."
"Junpei," Yuuji moans, arching against him. Their bed shudders at the weight of his thrust. Junpei's eyes snap open. He freezes.
Heart racing, his gaze moves from the tentacles teasing Yuuji's chest to the ones he sees swaying overhead, creating shadows on their bedroom ceiling that mimic the gentle lap of waves against the shore. Surprise kindles as he notes the new tentacles circling Yuuji's thighs, digging into the meat of them hard enough to indent the skin.
He never manifested those.
Junpei focuses, reaching for the stream of cursed energy inside him. He runs his fingers along it, letting his eyes close. In the stream, he senses happiness, excitement, fizzing like bubbles; not coming from him, but from Moon Dregs. Junpei's lips curl into a smile.
"It likes you, Yuuji," he says finally, tilting his chin up to look at his boyfriend. Confusion flashes across Yuuji's face, his slack mouth opening further in an unspoken question.
"Moon Dregs wants to make you feel good."
Yuuji's throat bobs. Over one of his shoulders, a tentacle slithers into view, tracing the column of his neck as he swallows again. From nerves, or excitement, or both; it's unclear. At least until Yuuji's eyes darken, and his hand shifts positions, lifting off the mattress to grip Junpei's thigh.
"Unhook your legs, babe," he instructs, voice light and casual in contrast to the intensity building in his expression. "Wanna get closer to you."
Junpei's heart seizes with affection. He doesn't hesitate to follow orders, letting Yuuji bend both legs back into his chest. They groan in tandem as Yuuji thrusts forward, bottoming out with one smooth thrust. Heat snakes up Junpei's chest and neck, a flush spreading across his skin. He reaches for his legs to hold them up, but he's stopped.
Tentacles grip his wrists, wetly snapping into place and forcing Junpei's arms over his head. He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and fumbling for the connection with Moon Dregs.
It's a curse. He knows, to some degree, it has a will of its own, but he should be able to maintain control. He should be able to dispel it if he needs to.
Relief sinks into Junpei's bones as he notes the playful energy zipping through to him. He flexes his wrist, and the tentacle circling it loosens a little in apology. A slimy tendril flutters against his jaw, following the slope of it tenderly, making Junpei tilt his head into the caress.
He sucks in a breath. Okay. They're still fine.
Two more tentacles wend their way around his ankles, doing the work for him. When Junpei opens his eyes, he's met with Yuuji's half-shuttered gaze looking him over. Junpei grins reassuringly, shivering as faint embers of pleasure dance over his skin.
Not as warm as the ones originating from where Moon Dregs has coiled itself inside and around Yuuji's body, but they're palpable.
"I'm ah," Junpei shudders under the weight of a new thrust, the sound of Yuuji choking on air when Moon Dregs rattles him with a slam of its own. Each roll from one of them bleeds into the other, Yuuji fucking into him as he's pounded by one of the tentacles. "I'm close!" he moans, voice pitching louder.
"Do you want—"
"No," Junpei interjects firmly. "Keep going."
"Okay, okay," Yuuji breathes out, eyes pinching shut. His nails dig into the undersides of Junpei's thighs as he braces himself and starts drilling his cock right where Junpei wants him, grinding against his prostate with no hint of mercy. Full force, without pause, like he's desperate to tip Junpei over the precipice of pleasure untouched.
It's not that lofty of a goal. Hissing, Junpei's hands curl into fists atop the pillows, his cock throbbing where it's nestled between their heaving bodies. Tension builds at the root, drawing his muscles taut enough to snap. He meets his peak with a throaty moan, hips jerking forward and cum spurting up over his quivering stomach. Overhead, his toes curl, legs wanting to kick out at the burst of sensation, but the tentacles hold him in place, leaving him vulnerable to the relentless pounding of Yuuji above him.
Seconds later, the pleasure turns jagged. Each roll of Yuuji's hips into him is too blunt, too overwhelming as his cock grazes Junpei's aching walls. He endures it. Beneath the pain, there's an immense satisfaction to be found. Junpei's ears strain and his stomach flutters, absorbing the soundtrack of Yuuji's hums and pants, the murmured praise he tosses out now and then as he fucks into him. So good, Junpei, you feel so good, love you so much. Yuuji babbles to him whenever he has the air left in his lungs to speak, thrusts heavier when he does, as if he's trying to brand his adoration onto Junpei's body.
It's worth ignoring the way he wants to squirm away from the excess stimulation, dealing with the jolts of pleasure that rocket up his spine, the phantom clench around his spent cock as Yuuji is thrust into. A sensation that only intensifies when a second tentacle nudges at Yuuji's rim, tapping at it until the muscle relaxes enough to let the tip of it shove inside, wrenching a garbled noise from Yuuji's throat. Junpei bites his lip, holding back the hiss he wants to let out when he feels Yuuji tighten around both tentacles, his walls quivering under the strain of being speared open so wide.
Though he's the one surrounding Yuuji right now, Junpei feels equally wrapped by the sensations. By all the joy and exhilaration both they and Moon Dregs are emitting.
Tears form at the corners of his eyes. He tips his head back, groaning lowly as embers of pleasure kindle deep in his gut. Yuuji rocks forward, humping into Junpei with fluid rolls of his hips that match the pace of the tentacles' thrusts. His hand shoots up, closing over Junpei's wrist and the tentacle securing the hand above his head. Using that leverage, Yuuji slows down, shifts his aim. Before Junpei can so much as blink, he's hit with a gut punch of pleasure. It steals the breath from his lungs, makes him blink against the stream of new tears wetting his lashes.
It's too much. Far too much. But even as a whimper leaves his lips, Junpei arches eagerly into the next thrust, chasing after the high he knows is there for the taking.
"Don't stop, don't stop," he whispers, gasping when Yuuji slams his back deeper into the mattress.
"'M not gonna."
Yuuji's jaw clenches, heels digging in to let him put more weight behind each thrust. Junpei feels the way he shudders, though, when the tentacles twist inside of him, wriggling around and knotting into one writhing mass. Slick oozes from their pores, eliciting another shiver from Yuuji as he's filled with a surge of viscous poison, the amount enough to kill any other human instantly. The liquid squelches free when the tentacles draw back, dripping down the back of his thighs. He doesn't falter, gripping Junpei's legs and spreading them. Their skin slaps together, Yuuji's thrusts growing erratic.
Finally, with a growl, Yuuji shoves in deep and comes, staying buried as he rides out his climax. Junpei's fingers twitch, but his unspoken desire is answered when Yuuji releases his wrist in favor of reaching between them to finish him off. He breaks for the second time with only a few lazy strokes, spilling with a gasp over Yuuji's fingers, cum sliding down to stick to the webbing between them.
They catch their breath huddled together, Junpei's legs splayed akimbo. Yuuji collapses on top of his chest. A familiar ending to the nights they make love, apart from how Yuuji seems genuinely spent, his unnatural stamina drained from him like a candle that's been snuffed out.
The tentacles recede as Yuuji pants into his neck, zipping away to where Moon Dregs hovers above their bed, limbs swaying like it's drifting along in an unseen tide. Junpei eyes it appraisingly as he rubs circles into the muscle of Yuuji's back, trying to decide what he wants to do. In the end, he opts to dispel it with a snap of his fingers.
Tomorrow is a new day that he can face with a clearer head. Right now, he has one job.
"Are you alright?" Junpei asks, one hand sliding up to settle in the thick of Yuuji's pink locks. He runs his nails over his scalp soothingly.
Yuuji gusts out a laugh. "...Well, I never said banana."
Junpei snorts.
He shouldn't have worried. Whether he's exhausted or faced with a life-or-death situation, Yuuji's not the type to get ruffled. It's why they work. Yuuji softens his jagged edges, and is strong for both of them when Junpei can't be. He likes to think that in moments like these, he's able to repay that unwavering support, even if his contribution is holding Yuuji until his pulse calms down or trying something new with him that he's curious about.
"No, I guess you didn't," Junpei agrees, leaning up to steal a kiss.