[ Junpei swallows thickly as he takes in the sight before him. It's impossible for eyes not to slip down over every bump and divot. How tightly the fabric clings to the other's muscular form, like he's one wrong turn from just tearing it asunder with his sheer size.

Slowly, nervously, Junpei reaches a hand out to trace delicate fingers along Choso's cheek. ]

... I'm sorry. I just ...

[ His voice drops to a whisper. ]

... I had dreams of being with a guy like you ... and now you're here ... and real ... and it's hard to handle sometimes.