[ Suguru really isn't aware of how much of Satoru he's captured... If only he knew how enraptured and consumed he is by him. If they were part of any fiction, Suguru would be able to tame him, woo him, and imprison him no matter the genre. That is the curse he has on him.
Satoru has never been much of the cuddly or affectionate type. Maybe flirtatious, but that's a different beat. With every kiss he plants along Suguru's skin, he's forlorn to part, drawn back in for another and another. He likes the way Suguru's body reacts under his hands and lips, he likes pampering him, he likes him so much that he lets him pull him away from these affectionate comforts as long as its his touch.
And he trusts him so much that he'd keep his eyes closed while Suguru fusses with his hair. ]
Are you going to tell me that every day?
[ He props his chin while Suguru frames his jaw, basically preparing himself for a kiss as if he will receive it gracefully. Perhaps behaved, but the big smile speaks to boyish endearment and all. ]
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Satoru has never been much of the cuddly or affectionate type. Maybe flirtatious, but that's a different beat. With every kiss he plants along Suguru's skin, he's forlorn to part, drawn back in for another and another. He likes the way Suguru's body reacts under his hands and lips, he likes pampering him, he likes him so much that he lets him pull him away from these affectionate comforts as long as its his touch.
And he trusts him so much that he'd keep his eyes closed while Suguru fusses with his hair. ]
Are you going to tell me that every day?
[ He props his chin while Suguru frames his jaw, basically preparing himself for a kiss as if he will receive it gracefully. Perhaps behaved, but the big smile speaks to boyish endearment and all. ]