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... ]
[ Satoru really is getting a bunch of kisses even when he's the one misbehaving. He returns the kiss before their positions switch. He doesn't mind the mattress against his back, weight on his legs, or being straddled into place, even if it takes the wind out of his lungs.
It comes with a view that he's quickly taken a fancy for and his hands run over and up Suguru's thighs, giving them a squeeze after they're settled. Idly, his thumbs press before massaging slow soothing circles, half-lifted gaze watching darkly. ]
Sorry, sorry.
[ Will Suguru let him sit up and nip his chin? Kiss his neck? Whisper little apologies as he kisses along his jaw then to the spot behind his ear? He'll keep a solid hold on Suguru's legs to keep them both steady, maybe even drag him closer so he can have more of him. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Suguru doesn't believe Satoru to be well-behaved for even a minute. ]
Maybe. How often do you want to hear it?
[ But even if there's a chance for mischief, he'll give him the kiss that Satoru is waiting for. It's not like he can't handle him when he's misbehaving, anyway. ]
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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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His eyebrow twitches. ]
If you're so curious about it, why don't you just invite Lavi over and get it out of your system?
[ Grips Satoru's thigh hard... He is leaving bruises. ]
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Why are you so angry? You like it!
[ HE CAN tell YOU ARE TURNED ON ]
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[ But he will let go, giving Satoru a kiss as an apology before rolling them over, so that he can sit up atop Satoru's legs.
He needs a second to fix his bun which got all lopsided from being pressed against the pillow.
But while he does, ] I don't want to think about Lavi when we're making out.
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It comes with a view that he's quickly taken a fancy for and his hands run over and up Suguru's thighs, giving them a squeeze after they're settled. Idly, his thumbs press before massaging slow soothing circles, half-lifted gaze watching darkly. ]
Sorry, sorry.
[ Will Suguru let him sit up and nip his chin? Kiss his neck? Whisper little apologies as he kisses along his jaw then to the spot behind his ear? He'll keep a solid hold on Suguru's legs to keep them both steady, maybe even drag him closer so he can have more of him. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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Maybe. How often do you want to hear it?
[ But even if there's a chance for mischief, he'll give him the kiss that Satoru is waiting for. It's not like he can't handle him when he's misbehaving, anyway. ]
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[ There's no mischief. Just little demands that unfortunately get rewarded because Suguru spoils him so much. ]
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Okay, then I'll say it once a day.
[ And he will kiss him more. They can continue to make out cutely. ]