[ How unfair that love can help Suguru's genocidal tendencies but not Satoru's paranoia. ]
I wasn't- [ Remembers the gross comments he made. He is also a stupid teenager. ] I guess you are kind of a single dad since you decided to look after that kid.
[ It really doesn't matter to him. They're flopping back onto the bed like idiots and Satoru wiggles over to suffocate him in a grapple and an assault of nuzzles. Against his check, nosing against his neck, gently tousling Suguru back and forth, just playful harassment.
When he's done, he just plops onto him with all of his weight. ]
[ The assault is nice, way more than their usual grappling, and he winds his arms around Satoru to keep him close. His weight is heavy, but not suffocating. ]
Hm? [ Lifts a brow. ] You want to make out? I was being considerate of your maiden heart.
So now you want to be considerate of my maiden heart.
[ He is never going to let it go that Suguru kissed him and said absolutely nothing about it, granted he also did nothing about it. They're both the problem, but he is dribbling the ball onto Suguru's half of the court.
It takes a shimmy or two to become in a comfortable position where he can look at Suguru and press their foreheads together. He lets the pause trail for longer before he dips in for a kiss, this one longer and savoring, but ends because he still has more to say. ]
[ He tilts his head to accommodate the kiss, feeling warm and a little excited all the way down to his toes. One of his hands shifts from Satoru's middle to his nape, playing with the short strands of hair there.
Their chests are pressed together, and his heart is definitely beating harder now, despite how cool he looks when Satoru draws back. ]
Of course I want to.
[ He'll use the hand in Satoru's hair to to pull him back down, nervous but not hesitant when he kisses him, his other hand aimlessly running over his sides.
[ Never has he thought about kissing Suguru with any deeper intention than maybe a dare or a prank, but after a taste he's finding that it's nice... It ignites an unfamiliar spark. Unfortunately, he has kissed enough before to compare and this is different. It doesn't surprise him, either. There's no doubt, no wonder if this will trickle down. Suguru has always been special.
And he wants to convey that, though maybe that isn't a choice. Pressed flush against Suguru, with his touch running along his side, he tenses and relaxes with a shudder and a hitched breath. His hands would also like to be busy with one trialing down to massage Suguru's hip, rolling his thumb along. There's a nibble on his bottom lip, asking for invitation, before he tries to lick Suguru's mouth open.
to preface this would suguru still be so welcoming if satoru practically kisses him like how lavi tried to kiss him earlier because that's what's going to happen right here and he's doing it on purpose ]
He's not going to notice at first, because being pressed against a mattress is different than being pressed against a tree, and also because he's too distracted by, and busy with, absorbing everything about this moment with Satoru. Maybe it should be weird to kiss someone that had only been a friend to him for so long, but he finds himself kind of consumed by it.
He wants to be close to Satoru in every way possible, and then even closer.
But it does occur to him that it's a little funny that this is the second time tonight someone's tongue has been in his mouth—not a regular occurrence for him—and that is... when he starts to realize...
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Satoru. [ Muffled because their mouths are still pressed together, until he pulls back. ] What are you doing?
There's a pleased hum that lingers when they're forced apart. The massage to Suguru's hip rolls to a halt, instead his hand trails up and dips under his shirt. Don't mind if he hikes it up, either.
His smile stays, curled... playfully... not mischievously... ]
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[ Wraps his arm around Suguru's neck to pull him closer for a little cheek to cheek squish. ]
It's just nice to see you having fun.
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Okay, dad.
[ And then he tips them over, so they can flop back on the bed where he's quiet a moment giving Satoru a kiss to the cheek. It's nice. ]
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Moving on from single moms to single dads now? Is this character development?
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[ Closes Satoru's eyes so that he can sleep. ]
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Weren't you checking out that mom at Disney?
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I wasn't- [ Remembers the gross comments he made. He is also a stupid teenager. ] I guess you are kind of a single dad since you decided to look after that kid.
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Teenagers really make stupid comments. Like this. ]
I guess I am and lucky for you I have a bunch of money!
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You sound like a recently divorced dad looking to get back into the dating pool.
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Well, I'm off the dating pool now!
[ accepts he's divorced dad status]
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Uses that hand to turn Satoru's face toward him and give him a quick peck before flopping full on the bed again. ]
Yeah. Your fangirls would be devastated.
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[ It really doesn't matter to him. They're flopping back onto the bed like idiots and Satoru wiggles over to suffocate him in a grapple and an assault of nuzzles. Against his check, nosing against his neck, gently tousling Suguru back and forth, just playful harassment.
When he's done, he just plops onto him with all of his weight. ]
Are you only going to give me little pecks?
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Hm? [ Lifts a brow. ] You want to make out? I was being considerate of your maiden heart.
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[ He is never going to let it go that Suguru kissed him and said absolutely nothing about it, granted he also did nothing about it. They're both the problem, but he is dribbling the ball onto Suguru's half of the court.
It takes a shimmy or two to become in a comfortable position where he can look at Suguru and press their foreheads together. He lets the pause trail for longer before he dips in for a kiss, this one longer and savoring, but ends because he still has more to say. ]
Don't want to?
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Their chests are pressed together, and his heart is definitely beating harder now, despite how cool he looks when Satoru draws back. ]
Of course I want to.
[ He'll use the hand in Satoru's hair to to pull him back down, nervous but not hesitant when he kisses him, his other hand aimlessly running over his sides.
It's really nice. ]
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And he wants to convey that, though maybe that isn't a choice. Pressed flush against Suguru, with his touch running along his side, he tenses and relaxes with a shudder and a hitched breath. His hands would also like to be busy with one trialing down to massage Suguru's hip, rolling his thumb along. There's a nibble on his bottom lip, asking for invitation, before he tries to lick Suguru's mouth open.
to preface this would suguru still be so welcoming if satoru practically kisses him like how lavi tried to kiss him earlier because that's what's going to happen right here and he's doing it on purpose ]
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He's not going to notice at first, because being pressed against a mattress is different than being pressed against a tree, and also because he's too distracted by, and busy with, absorbing everything about this moment with Satoru. Maybe it should be weird to kiss someone that had only been a friend to him for so long, but he finds himself kind of consumed by it.
He wants to be close to Satoru in every way possible, and then even closer.
But it does occur to him that it's a little funny that this is the second time tonight someone's tongue has been in his mouth—not a regular occurrence for him—and that is... when he starts to realize...
. . . ]
Satoru. [ Muffled because their mouths are still pressed together, until he pulls back. ] What are you doing?
[ Resisting the urge to bite (non-sexual). ]
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There's a pleased hum that lingers when they're forced apart. The massage to Suguru's hip rolls to a halt, instead his hand trails up and dips under his shirt. Don't mind if he hikes it up, either.
His smile stays, curled... playfully... not mischievously... ]
Kissing? What else would I be doing?
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He lets out a heavy exhale when a hand slips under his shirt, his own thumb starting to idly trace the skin along Satoru's waistband.
Being both turned on and annoyed... He suspects this will become more common. ]
So you're not copying Lavi on purpose?
[ That smile is cute though, so he will get another kiss. ]
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I thought it'd be funny.
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