[ If he's being self-conscious, then it's in the wrong ways, because he could care less if anyone hears them or even walks in, but when Satoru calls him beautiful, he suddenly feels shy, unused to hearing such a thing, and unsure if he agrees with the assessment.
But he doesn't argue, charmed by the way Satoru kisses his hands. The way he speaks about volume feels like a promise, bringing with it an excitement that urges him to tense and tremble. The words are relatively innocuous, no where near as crass as some of the things they've said in the past, but still the hazy pink on his face already flushes deeper.
I'd rather hear you clearly. Because it's true. He doesn't want anything about them being together to be muted. ]
Satoru. [ The mouth on his skin catches him off guard, Satoru's name cutting off into a groan, feeling ridiculously sensitive though they've barely done anything yet.
His freed hands run through Satoru's hair, pushing the strands back where they've fallen over his face, before he's nudging Satoru back so that he can sit up and pull him into a kiss. It's slow, deep and languid; a contrast to the rapid beat of his heart, and once he's satisfied, he'll gently guide Satoru so he's the one lying back on the bed with Suguru hovering over him.
With his hands hooking in Satoru's waistband, ] I want to try something. Let me know if you don't like it.
[ And he's just going to go down there and suck Satoru off because he has wanted to for a while. It's his first time, so it's a little slow, but on the up side, he doesn't have a gag reflex, so it's probably not terrible. ]
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But he doesn't argue, charmed by the way Satoru kisses his hands. The way he speaks about volume feels like a promise, bringing with it an excitement that urges him to tense and tremble. The words are relatively innocuous, no where near as crass as some of the things they've said in the past, but still the hazy pink on his face already flushes deeper.
I'd rather hear you clearly. Because it's true. He doesn't want anything about them being together to be muted. ]
Satoru. [ The mouth on his skin catches him off guard, Satoru's name cutting off into a groan, feeling ridiculously sensitive though they've barely done anything yet.
His freed hands run through Satoru's hair, pushing the strands back where they've fallen over his face, before he's nudging Satoru back so that he can sit up and pull him into a kiss. It's slow, deep and languid; a contrast to the rapid beat of his heart, and once he's satisfied, he'll gently guide Satoru so he's the one lying back on the bed with Suguru hovering over him.
With his hands hooking in Satoru's waistband, ] I want to try something. Let me know if you don't like it.
[ And he's just going to go down there and suck Satoru off because he has wanted to for a while. It's his first time, so it's a little slow, but on the up side, he doesn't have a gag reflex, so it's probably not terrible. ]