[ 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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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. ]