uncurtained | pc catchall for junpei (crashout)

Probably a better choice, as long as you can ignore the... ink splotches. My roommate has interesting hobbies.

[hm.]

I've been in worse places. Bed's clean, isn't it? [But he's crawling out of his blanket fort, sitting up and rising to his feet before extending a hand to her.]

Concerning, but I'll look past it for now. And - yes, I promise the bed isn't gross.

[She takes his hand, turning towards the exit.]

[He doesn't let go of her hand, at least, letting her take the lead.]

It's not that concerning, is it? My job's taken me some pretty questionable places.

[Plus. Dcom. But haha.]

That fact is a little bit concerning on its own.

[But she doesn't want to get that far into it right now, when she's trying to keep the mood light.]

[He shrugs lightly and drops it because he doesn't want to think about it either.]

...so hey. What's my competition here? Am I going up against some sex god?

[Bad jokes all the way down, but just something to keep the mood stupid.]

[She laughs.]

Are you asking me about yesterday? Some people might consider that invasive, you know.

[But it's clear from her tone she doesn't mind.]

And some people consider it doing some research. [A hopeful grin? Look he's actually kind of nervous...he likes Beck enough he would like to make this good for her, too. Especially since it's a favor.] If you really don't want to share though...

[She thinks about it for a moment, but:]

...Okay, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. It was Higekiri.

[...there's a laugh.]

So what you're saying is I shouldn't have to worry about it.

Yeah, pretty much. I also feel like I should say it’s not a competition...?

[There's a half-grin.] It sort of is. [Zero explanation.

Eventually though, they get to Beck's room and he stares at the door while he waits for her to open it.] It's...[Well. May as well be honest.] It's kind of been a while. So. Yeah.

[How does he keep making himself come off as awkward...]

[She gives him a curious look at the first thing he says, but it’s the second she comments on.]

You don’t have to be nervous, I promise. It’ll be fine.

[She waves her clamshell in front of the lock, twisting the doorknob open and beckoning him in.]

[Easy for her to say. As far as he's concerned girls are always good at sex but he might also be biased. There's a dubious sort of look as he follows her, closing the door behind them and already heading through. He's not quite heading straight for the bed even though they're literally here to fuck, but he's trying to relax.]

I am not nervous. I'm just...okay, fine, whatever maybe I am. [Ughhh. He's just not going to look at her as he picks up his strides toward the bed more purposefully now.]

[She walks with him, but:]

We don’t have to do this right now. We can take it slow... I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.

Beck. [And this he says sincerely:] You are one of the least uncomfortable people here. It's fine.

[Sleeping with someone who isn't Akane is still such a weird thought. Then again, sleeping with people to survive is also weird but in the grand scheme of things this almost feels like it's par for the course. So. He gives her a small smile to prove he is absolutely not freaking out.] Though this is sort of a first.

[Thank you for zero clarification. ]

Aww. I’m flattered.

[But, more seriously:]

How so?

Usually the girls I sleep with are people I was already hooking up with. Not girls who get to hold my life in their hands.

Hm... Guess you better be nice to me, then.

[She’s getting down on the bed, though, as she says that.]

Like I've ever actually been mean to you. [He'll follow, dropping down next to her and turning to face her.]

...so walk me through the playbook of Beck Beckson. [That's not her name, but he knows she doesn't really like Guinevere.] How does this usually start for you?

[There’s a wide smile on her face after he says that, and it turns playful when she speaks, matching her tone of voice.]

Well... Maybe it’d be more fun if I show you.

[Which is to say, she’s leaning forward slightly so she can kiss him, for starters.]

[He's not giving her a verbal response, but apparently he's not as shy and awkward about this as he's been giving off. The moment she moves he immediately meets her for that kiss, shifting closer and leaning forward to close the distance. A hand comes up to cup the back of her head and for now his other free hand stays on the bed next to them.

Kissing's fine. He's got the kissing thing down and once it starts he's easily falling into it. Thanks for shutting him up, Beck.]

[She makes a noise of pleasure, muffled by the kiss. When she breaks away a few seconds later, it's only so she can strip off her tank top - though if he's looking, he might see some black lettering stretching across her waist.

At the very least, she doesn't seem to have noticed it yet.]

[It's fine? Surely this is fine and the nice thing about Junpei is that he's good at following instructions. Or, in this case, mimicking. There's a sound that's almost a protest when she pulls away but he kind of shuts up once he sees where this is going. Stripping. Stripping is good? He can absolutely wait five seconds for this and though the lettering is there he doesn't immediately spot it either.

Instead, he's back to her mouth, deepening the kiss for a short time before pulling off to trail his way down the side of her neck and to her shoulder, one hand sliding up over her waist and teeth carefully taking her bra strap in his mouth to pull it off of her shoulder. He looks up at her though and it's a playful sort of glance, nothing serious but relaxed as his hand continues moving upward.

...that's about the point he stops it though, hand somewhere around her ribs and mouth still pressed to her collarbone as he looks at the letters curiously.]

Should've known you'd have a tattoo...kinda hot, Beck. [Shut the fuck up, Junpei.]

[Her breath grows heavier as he presses his lips to hers again. Her hands move to his waist as her fingers dip below the waistband of his jeans, and she bites her lip as she feels his mouth moving down her neck. By the time her bra strap is in his mouth, she's reaching down to unbuckle his pants, but—

She laughs when she hears him talk, a low noise, and her only response is:]

Very funny.

[Her confusion might make sense, given the fact that the words written on her skin aren't something most people would willingly choose for a tattoo:

I've been lying about my father being dead.]

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