I'm still mad, Satoru. [ If you touch anyone else, I'm going to break all your teeth. ] The fact that I can't even get revenge is only making me madder.
[ If I leech your bed, you'll just take over mine. If I hide the Wii, you'll destroy the entire village. If I steal your clothes, you'll just take mine. If I kiss someone else, it won't bother you anyway.
[ ... He wonders if all of this is a little much, but this is all very reasonable and logical. Suguru is right. He would raze this village if he thought someone took their Wii. ]
It's not like I'd be happy to see you kissing someone else.
Don't be so petty about it, how long is his patience going to last? You don't need to make such a big deal out of everything. Just let it go. You're only going to make things worse, and since when do you have any right to be upset after what you did? It's not like you agreed to be exclusive, or discussed how long this will last. Why can't you just let him—
Decides that's enough, and turns so that he can bury a hand in Satoru's hair to yank him into a kiss. It's a little harsher, more pressing, than he usually treats Satoru, biting down on his lip before deepening the kiss, the memory of him and Lavi sparking anger in his gestures. ]
[ He was going to say something and his thoughts come first you can keep being mad—but he's being kissed. Hard. A hand comes to steady himself, anchored to the floor, while the other grabs Suguru's shoulder so that he doesn't just slip unprepared. There's still confusion, but he reciprocates, anyway. It comes fast where it takes him one second more to process it, though it doesn't stall the groan coaxed by the bite.
Will it be fine for him to part so he can catch a breath?? ]
[ He can catch his breath, because Suguru will just take the opportunity to trace down his neck instead, biting hard against the soft skin by his collarbone, intent on leaving a mark.
Satoru probably doesn't deserve to get what he wants—him jealous, possessive—but he can't help that he is. Even if the hurt has passed, there's still an irrational anger that burns through him, and he can't find any outlet that's more satisfying than this.
He has to pause only so that he can shift where he's sitting and face Satoru more easily, pulling him back into a kiss once he's settled, one hand coming to his thigh and gripping tight. ]
[ HE'S JUST IN SHOCK??? Satoru gets to breathe for one second, but it comes out hitched and quickly cut off behind grit teeth. Lips press tightly closed to keep any vulnerable and foreign noise from escaping, but his Adam's apple bobs a swallow when teeth sink into him. His hand on Suguru grips tighter while his shoulders draw up, steeling himself against the surge shooting down his spine and spreading lightning excitement through him.
Isn't this what he was curious about? It is. Does he think he likes this...? It's exhilarating in a way that he can't process right now. He'll think about it later when he isn't trying to catch up on momentum. ]
Suguru—[ GETS DRAWN BACK INTO A KISS and his words are muffled between them. Is he coming after the same thigh he bruised last week... Satoru will squirm a bit, thigh tensing immediately at the touch. ]
[ It's fun catching Satoru off guard, and watching him struggle to keep up in a way that he hasn't seen in a long time. It's almost like he's showing his vulnerable side, and Suguru decides that he likes that. He likes his little responses: the tension, the squirming, and the hitched breath.
He wants to see how else he might react (oh, it occurs to him, that's why Satoru did it), and it can be the same leg, his hand inching toward his inner thigh...
But they are in public where anyone could see, so he pulls back suddenly and entirely. ]
There. [ He's acting cool as he gets up to stand, but it's not like he's unaffected; colour on his cheeks and feeling way too warm under his clothes. ] Let that tide you over for the next two days.
[ He has seen Suguru's anger in many different situations, all sorts of contexts, but not like this. It's way too obvious how unprepared he is despite having imagined this when he kissed Lavi—imagination could not compare. At all.
The way this new mark near his collarbone stings when bare reminds him that and that it's there. He covers it with a hand as he just looks off anywhere, maybe a bit embarrassed for once with how hot his face feels. Though as he simmers down, he realizes his whole body feels hot.
Still processing while rubbing the spot... ]
All right.
[ What can he even say? Okay? Thank you...? He can't even throw some quip about Suguru biting him too hard because he liked it. Overall placated, though still astonished, ]
[ This was a mistake, because now he's just thinking about running back to the cabins with Satoru and seeing what other sounds he can draw from him. And so far he'd been enjoying the easy pace that they usually take, but maybe... being aggressive... is nice too.
To live is to suffer.
Well, at least he gets to see Satoru being embarrassed. ]
... All right.
[ Matches back inside so he can COOL DOWN a little. ]
[ He continues rubbing the spot and watches Suguru march off... Laughing a bit as he does. It's cute when he gets worked up and he's curious to know what's going on in his mind. Suguru really thinks so much, sometimes for no reason.
For himself, he has to weigh whether he likes feeling that vulnerable and he's torn. Sometimes there are two wolves inside of you........ However, teenage boys have problems with feeling unintentionally submissive. ]
I'll see you later!
[ He will choose not to poke the bear some more. ]
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[ IT IS STUPID ]
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He just closes his eyes for a second. ]
I wish I could care about things as little as you do sometimes.
[ He doesn't say it meanly, even though it sounds mean as hell, just... stating this difference between them. ]
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It's not like I don't care...
[ I like you as you are. As much as it can be annoying how much Suguru cares, it's a part of him... He wouldn't change that. ]
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Yeah, well. If you want to be ravished so badly you can hook up with Kanda.
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[ There's like a long pause, squinting... Because that is such a ridiculous thing to say. KANDA???
Are you sulking? ]
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Bluntly, lying, ] I'm not sulking.
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[ Samples a touch to see if Suguru will let him. ]
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He narrows his eyes. ]
I'm still mad, Satoru. [ If you touch anyone else, I'm going to break all your teeth. ] The fact that I can't even get revenge is only making me madder.
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[ This is kind of cute, though. He rests his head on Suguru however is comfortable, whether it's against his back or on his shoulder. ]
What would you even do?
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[ If I leech your bed, you'll just take over mine. If I hide the Wii, you'll destroy the entire village. If I steal your clothes, you'll just take mine. If I kiss someone else, it won't bother you anyway.
Maybe I should just cut you off. ]
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It's not like I'd be happy to see you kissing someone else.
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[ He doesn't think they need anymore victims. ]
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Don't be so petty about it, how long is his patience going to last? You don't need to make such a big deal out of everything. Just let it go. You're only going to make things worse, and since when do you have any right to be upset after what you did? It's not like you agreed to be exclusive, or discussed how long this will last. Why can't you just let him—
Decides that's enough, and turns so that he can bury a hand in Satoru's hair to yank him into a kiss. It's a little harsher, more pressing, than he usually treats Satoru, biting down on his lip before deepening the kiss, the memory of him and Lavi sparking anger in his gestures. ]
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Will it be fine for him to part so he can catch a breath?? ]
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Satoru probably doesn't deserve to get what he wants—him jealous, possessive—but he can't help that he is. Even if the hurt has passed, there's still an irrational anger that burns through him, and he can't find any outlet that's more satisfying than this.
He has to pause only so that he can shift where he's sitting and face Satoru more easily, pulling him back into a kiss once he's settled, one hand coming to his thigh and gripping tight. ]
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Isn't this what he was curious about? It is. Does he think he likes this...? It's exhilarating in a way that he can't process right now. He'll think about it later when he isn't trying to catch up on momentum. ]
Suguru—[ GETS DRAWN BACK INTO A KISS and his words are muffled between them. Is he coming after the same thigh he bruised last week... Satoru will squirm a bit, thigh tensing immediately at the touch. ]
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He wants to see how else he might react (oh, it occurs to him, that's why Satoru did it), and it can be the same leg, his hand inching toward his inner thigh...
But they are in public where anyone could see, so he pulls back suddenly and entirely. ]
There. [ He's acting cool as he gets up to stand, but it's not like he's unaffected; colour on his cheeks and feeling way too warm under his clothes. ] Let that tide you over for the next two days.
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The way this new mark near his collarbone stings when bare reminds him that and that it's there. He covers it with a hand as he just looks off anywhere, maybe a bit embarrassed for once with how hot his face feels. Though as he simmers down, he realizes his whole body feels hot.
Still processing while rubbing the spot... ]
All right.
[ What can he even say? Okay? Thank you...? He can't even throw some quip about Suguru biting him too hard because he liked it. Overall placated, though still astonished, ]
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To live is to suffer.
Well, at least he gets to see Satoru being embarrassed. ]
... All right.
[ Matches back inside so he can COOL DOWN a little. ]
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For himself, he has to weigh whether he likes feeling that vulnerable and he's torn. Sometimes there are two wolves inside of you........ However, teenage boys have problems with feeling unintentionally submissive. ]
I'll see you later!
[ He will choose not to poke the bear some more. ]