[ Suguru genuinely can't tell if Satoru is just good at this because he's good at everything he does, or if he's just that down bad for him with how having so much of Satoru's attention has him giddy, like he's some school kid with a crush. It might be a combination of both, and it's not like he has much experience to compare it with anyway.
Satoru can sit up and offer up his apologies as he pleases, his efforts earning him a good sort of tension that works up Suguru's spine and gets him to bite his lip. And even though he's a stupid teenager, he doesn't rush, instead taking his time to draw his hands up his back to his hair again, running his fingers through the strands gently before urging Satoru back so they can be face to face.
Whatever irritation he had is gone now, nothing but warm affection as he looks down at him, brushing back some of his bangs. ]
I like you, Satoru.
[ He grins a little as he says it, cupping his jaw so that he can kiss him again. ]
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Satoru can sit up and offer up his apologies as he pleases, his efforts earning him a good sort of tension that works up Suguru's spine and gets him to bite his lip. And even though he's a stupid teenager, he doesn't rush, instead taking his time to draw his hands up his back to his hair again, running his fingers through the strands gently before urging Satoru back so they can be face to face.
Whatever irritation he had is gone now, nothing but warm affection as he looks down at him, brushing back some of his bangs. ]
I like you, Satoru.
[ He grins a little as he says it, cupping his jaw so that he can kiss him again. ]