[ dick's concentrating on the task at hand (ha, ha), his hold on junpei's shoulder (finally) loosening as he lowers it down his arm slowly, a light caress even as he picks up the pace, thumbing the slit slightly on the way.
he's staring at junpei and feels a little fucked stupid at what he says, or maybe it's at the light hair pulling, or a combination of all of it, breath hitching a bit despite himself. ]
... Yeah, okay. [ it's quiet, and he kisses junpei again, softer this time, whispering against his lips: ] M'staying right here.
[The whole thing is stupid. Everything about this is stupid and reckless and over the top and later maybe Junpei will be embarrassed letting it go this far, but for now it's hard to really care when Dick's hands are on him and he practically whimpers against his mouth hearing that agreement. His hands latch on with a slightly firmer grip, mouth catching Dick's in another kiss while the work by Dick's hand continues.
He doesn't feel like explaining why he's said the things he's said or done the things he's done, but somehow that makes it better knowing he'll go along with it. He doesn't feel too bad about being worked up enough to barely outlast him, but the combination of Dick's hands and words and mouth and the heat from the hot tub and whatever he has going in his own head is enough for a few desperate jerks of his hips and a soft bite to Dick's lip to help bring him over the edge. There's a gasp that's ending in a low groan, eyes fully closing upon finishing before he settles down and stays close, low and steady pants in Dick's ear as he catches his breath.]
...good. [No specification of what he's referring to, but it's probably fine. ]
[ dick is pliant and warm and tired by the time it ends, the self-satisfied kind instead of his usual exhaustion, but his hand barely moves from junpei's spent cock to his thigh inside his boxers still as he stays more than close himself. he doesn't want to move-- doesn't want junpei to move-- but knows they'll have to eventually. soon.
instead of doing the smart thing he leans into it a bit more, nuzzling into the crook of junpei's neck as he hides a smile. ]
... Thanks. [ is it a joking comment in response to junpei's good or a genuine thanks for, well, this? nobody knows, because dick's shoulder start to shake a little in barely restrained laughter not too long afterwards, and: ] You think this thing auto-cleans?
[It's a sleepy kind of warm that hits him, spent and relaxed and even as Dick continues to touch him, his fingers play with the ends of his hair and he tilts his head enough to allow space against his neck.
...but he hears the question and there's a small laugh that's half-amused and half-embarrassed, eyes shifting to gaze at the water.]
God I hope so. [They didn't think this through.] Think that's our cue to get out of here and head back? [Of which he makes zero moves to do so. He's still comfy, but hygiene's probably going to win this war. Probably.]
[ dick lets out a bone-weary sigh at the question. he doesn't want to move at all. everything feels nice; junpei against him, his fingers in his hair, the warmth of the water-- but dick's a duty first kind of guy, so he's the first to extra themselves, though not without another quick nip of a kiss against junpei's lips. ]
Yeah. [ but there's a wry smirk on his face ] C'mon, I'm not putting my suit back on with wet boxers, and I'm not living this pre-curfew walk of shame by myself. If anyone asks? We went for a swim.
[Ughhh. Part of him wants to sink all the way back in the water but that's also gross and it's a little colder once Dick pulls away. May as well move.]
Real believable. [But the smirk on his face seems to match even though he seems pleased by the kiss. Regardless, he'll finally pull himself out of the hot tub, but he immediately flinches.] Goddamnit, it's cold. [It's late and the temperature change was sudden and there's no towel? Stupid idea! All of it! There's an annoyed little sound, but...fine...fine.] Let's go. We can get dressed and go find Escha before time's up.
[And with that, he's grabbing for his clothes and shoes. Whatever he's thinking is going to be kept in his own head for now, but he looks a lot more calm than usual. Thanks for that, Dick.]
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he's staring at junpei and feels a little fucked stupid at what he says, or maybe it's at the light hair pulling, or a combination of all of it, breath hitching a bit despite himself. ]
... Yeah, okay. [ it's quiet, and he kisses junpei again, softer this time, whispering against his lips: ] M'staying right here.
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He doesn't feel like explaining why he's said the things he's said or done the things he's done, but somehow that makes it better knowing he'll go along with it. He doesn't feel too bad about being worked up enough to barely outlast him, but the combination of Dick's hands and words and mouth and the heat from the hot tub and whatever he has going in his own head is enough for a few desperate jerks of his hips and a soft bite to Dick's lip to help bring him over the edge. There's a gasp that's ending in a low groan, eyes fully closing upon finishing before he settles down and stays close, low and steady pants in Dick's ear as he catches his breath.]
...good. [No specification of what he's referring to, but it's probably fine. ]
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instead of doing the smart thing he leans into it a bit more, nuzzling into the crook of junpei's neck as he hides a smile. ]
... Thanks. [ is it a joking comment in response to junpei's good or a genuine thanks for, well, this? nobody knows, because dick's shoulder start to shake a little in barely restrained laughter not too long afterwards, and: ] You think this thing auto-cleans?
[ this was slightly unhygienic maybe ]
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...but he hears the question and there's a small laugh that's half-amused and half-embarrassed, eyes shifting to gaze at the water.]
God I hope so. [They didn't think this through.] Think that's our cue to get out of here and head back? [Of which he makes zero moves to do so. He's still comfy, but hygiene's probably going to win this war. Probably.]
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Yeah. [ but there's a wry smirk on his face ] C'mon, I'm not putting my suit back on with wet boxers, and I'm not living this pre-curfew walk of shame by myself. If anyone asks? We went for a swim.
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Real believable. [But the smirk on his face seems to match even though he seems pleased by the kiss. Regardless, he'll finally pull himself out of the hot tub, but he immediately flinches.] Goddamnit, it's cold. [It's late and the temperature change was sudden and there's no towel? Stupid idea! All of it! There's an annoyed little sound, but...fine...fine.] Let's go. We can get dressed and go find Escha before time's up.
[And with that, he's grabbing for his clothes and shoes. Whatever he's thinking is going to be kept in his own head for now, but he looks a lot more calm than usual. Thanks for that, Dick.]