I'm serious about you. [ I like you... I like you so much. While he doesn't quite like what he's about to say, the next part doesn't bother him too intensely. It still has him snuggling close. ] But if you want to be casual, I don't mind that as long as you give me the most attention.
... I don't know the logistics of what's going to happen when we leave.
I don't want to be casual, you already saw how I reacted with Lavi.
[ You're the only one for me.
But. Yeah. Obviously Satoru wouldn't know.
He closes his eyes, sighing. ]
We might get separated.
[ And split the timelines? He has no idea. But he thinks of Satoru going back, and all his efforts here that won't change what's already happened for him. It won't change that Geto Suguru had already massacred a village at his time.
I'm sorry, Satoru. I wish I could change it for you. You deserve better than... ]
Sounds like we're serious, then! I also want to keep all my teeth.
[ So no playing around for him, not when it's Suguru. He forces Suguru to plop onto the bed. He'll plop along with him. ]
I should ask the goats about it some more but it keeps slipping my mind. [ my vacation ] If we do split, don't worry about me. But! You should definitely tell the me there how you feel when you get back.
... I'm sure he'd feel the same way.
[ Because that's still him and it's not like his feelings have changed. They're just a different shade, another facet, but it's still the same. ]
[ They plop back onto the bed, and he's going to keep Satoru close to him, pressing their foreheads together. ]
It's not fair to leave it like that for you.
[ For Satoru, who had done his best to reach out his hand to him, and endured this place, to go back and be forced to kill him?
... Well, maybe he's being too arrogant. Satoru could be fine after him; make a new best friend, fall in love with someone. He's only 18, and he has his entire life ahead of him.
[ A small shard of selflessness, as long as I know somewhere out there you're happy... Cheering me on... I'll be satisfied.
He cups Suguru's face while their foreheads are pressed, then affectionately rubs their noses. Even with an execution ordered for Suguru back at home and his resolve as strong as his own, Satoru can't imagine someone new filling in the spot Suguru claimed. He can't imagine anyone else understanding him as well as Suguru does.
There can never be anyone else. That spot will always be reserved for him. ]
But who knows! When I get back, I could change your mind... And I could have enough influence to lighten your sentencing. I'm not sure if you'll like me enough to kiss me, but that's something to think about later.
[ Priorities, but... He plants a little kiss on his lips. He wants to indulge while he can. ]
It'd be convenient if timelines converged, then we can keep this. It's annoying to start from zero.
[ Even for Satoru's sake, he's not sure if there should be any mercy given to the him who killed an entire village of people. Not because he feels any remorse over it—most of were he feels is dread over going down a path that would permanently separate him from Satoru and Shoko—but because... it's not fair. Why should he be given special treatment?
It's not like he wants Satoru to have to kill him, but he can't imagine any other option. After being driven to a point like that, is there any coming back? ]
I'd probably kiss you. I don't really know how long I've liked you, anyway.
[ He'd let Satoru do anything. Kill him or kiss him. There's no one that he trusts more in the world.
He tangles their legs together drawing idle patterns over the fabric of Satoru's shirt where his hand is resting against his side. ]
If we both live, maybe we should be selfish and wish for it.
[ If they both survive. Otherwise, nothing is as important as you getting back home. ]
[ Suguru can have a moral dilemma, but Satoru despite how much he doesn't care too much about people... Believes there can be a balance. Blindly, he still thinks about the good Suguru harbored, much like the one in front of him. Until he's too far gone, he will try his best.
He's a fool because we know how Jjk happens.
As their legs tangle, Satoru nests on him, but then lays on his full weight to suffocate him. ]
Don't think like that. We're both going home. [ Snappy to the thought first, then softening up after. He stops hard pressing him against the mattress, too. ] Maybe... I'll ask the goats and then we can see—there are also wishes.
[ I'll have to seriously consider it. ]
Okay! We have some action plans on that. What else is on your mind?
[ Oof. He's squished... But he doesn't mind it. It's kind having a bony weighted blanket.
He's still a little anxious about their future but... There are the letters they received after all. It might all be a ruse, but maybe there's a little reason to have hope. ]
That was it.
[ Staring lazily up at her ceiling now as he enjoys this cuddling time. ]
[ Satoru has never been one to rely on hope... It means there's nothing he can do, which is something he is unused to. Faith and hope are very different. Faith is logical enough for him because it's based on his assessment of people, but hope—it's something he's learning here. It still makes him uncomfortable, but it's a life lesson.
The letters have him thinking, but not now when he lifts himself back onto his knees to hover over Suguru. A hand against the bed keeps him balanced while his other hand fixes Suguru's bangs to no avail. He knows they'll fall back however they wish, but he just wants to touch him. ]
There is!
[ His fingers trace down his cheekbone, down to his jaw... His neck, then snags onto the collar of Suguru's shirt. There's a little tug with his nail grazing along his skin. ]
[ How convenient that the door is closed. I don't know about locked, but maybe it is. Does Suguru's shirt have buttons? He'll undo those if he does or run his hand up from the bottom up Suguru's torso if he doesn't, letting the shirt ride up his wrist to expose his bare abdomen.
[ He's probably wearing a t-shirt, so no buttons, but Satoru can drag it up if he likes, which he'll watch for a moment lifting up off the bed so that he can tug off. The gesture knocks his bun askew, and a little colour rises to his face as he does so, but that's okay.
He's pushed up on his elbows now, but reaches one hand out to tug at Satoru's collar to see the hickey, pressing his thumb against the mark which has lightened up in the past two days. ]
[ Satoru thinks the color is quite becoming on Suguru... It's not often he gets to see him blush, so he leans in for a kiss after they toss the shirt aside like a little reward. His hands find themselves occupied with holding onto Suguru's waist and snaking down, slipping his thumbs below the waistband and pressing against the little dips created by hip bone.
Suguru can study the mark he left, still colored though fading, and the pressure ushers a low groan against his lips. It's a nice sort of soreness. It makes him tense, then unwind. ]
You can give me as many as you want.
[ Pulling away and giving him some peace, Satoru takes off his own shirt. ]
[ His hands fall away to let Satoru pull off his shirt, gaze tracing down his neck and torso. The sight is nothing new—he's seen Satoru in all types of undress in their three years living in the dorms—but it's different when he thinks of him as something to desire, and to want.
Different, but remarkably easy. ]
Huh?
[ He gets his hands back on him as soon as he's given the chance, fingers moving down the centre of his chest to his navel before he looks back at Satoru, hair mussed from removing his shirt and... He's hot.
Eventually, the question sinks in, and he blinks, looking once again to the door and back to Satoru. ]
They don't have locks. [ It's a summer camp, so. ] Is that a problem?
[ Realistically, if either of them were to have an issue with it, it would be him, but he really doesn't care right now. ]
[ Suguru has looked at him all sorts of ways during their years together... And he committed them all to memory. This one, too, though different is stowed away with the emotions it stokes.
Endearment, wound tight with a fiery desire, blooms with the sight of Suguru below him. Satoru has always thought this, but he's handsome. Beautiful. ]
It's only a problem if you get self-conscious!
[ He sits up properly, straddling Suguru's legs, and takes those hands off him to hold them together. His head dips so he can give a featherlight kiss to his fingers, then nuzzle against one palm while he massages the other.
They're not soft... They're more on the rough and rugged side, but he likes how they feel whether it be a gentle touch or a hungry grasp. ]
But we can always keep the volume down.
[ It's whispered against his hand before he starts peppering more kisses. Into his palm multiple times, next his wrist, then both hands are free to do as they wish. He has his own plans with lowering himself to kiss Suguru's navel and running his tongue along his skin, making his way up.
Maybe I should work out more. It's hard not to compare when his mouth is making out the shapes of Suguru's muscles. If he wasn't turned on, he would be annoyed about it. ]
[ 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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[ It's hard to say out loud. ]
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Okay. We can tackle each thing on your mind.
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Okay.
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First!
[ He pats Suguru's chest to begin. First thing on your mind!!! ]
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[ Looks away.
Does it matter? ]
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Yes, it does. So start talking.
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If you're not bothered, then I won't be either. It's not a big deal.
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[ His tone is stern, just a key away from being irritated. Another punch is in him, even though he's enjoying being on his lap. ]
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Ugh. ]
Fine. I was thinking about... if this is serious, or casual.
And if it's going to end when we leave here.
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I'm serious about you. [ I like you... I like you so much. While he doesn't quite like what he's about to say, the next part doesn't bother him too intensely. It still has him snuggling close. ] But if you want to be casual, I don't mind that as long as you give me the most attention.
... I don't know the logistics of what's going to happen when we leave.
[ Because we're from different moments in time. ]
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[ You're the only one for me.
But. Yeah. Obviously Satoru wouldn't know.
He closes his eyes, sighing. ]
We might get separated.
[ And split the timelines? He has no idea. But he thinks of Satoru going back, and all his efforts here that won't change what's already happened for him. It won't change that Geto Suguru had already massacred a village at his time.
I'm sorry, Satoru. I wish I could change it for you. You deserve better than... ]
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[ So no playing around for him, not when it's Suguru. He forces Suguru to plop onto the bed. He'll plop along with him. ]
I should ask the goats about it some more but it keeps slipping my mind. [ my vacation ] If we do split, don't worry about me. But! You should definitely tell the me there how you feel when you get back.
... I'm sure he'd feel the same way.
[ Because that's still him and it's not like his feelings have changed. They're just a different shade, another facet, but it's still the same. ]
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It's not fair to leave it like that for you.
[ For Satoru, who had done his best to reach out his hand to him, and endured this place, to go back and be forced to kill him?
... Well, maybe he's being too arrogant. Satoru could be fine after him; make a new best friend, fall in love with someone. He's only 18, and he has his entire life ahead of him.
But as long as you're happy, it's okay. ]
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[ A small shard of selflessness, as long as I know somewhere out there you're happy... Cheering me on... I'll be satisfied.
He cups Suguru's face while their foreheads are pressed, then affectionately rubs their noses. Even with an execution ordered for Suguru back at home and his resolve as strong as his own, Satoru can't imagine someone new filling in the spot Suguru claimed. He can't imagine anyone else understanding him as well as Suguru does.
There can never be anyone else. That spot will always be reserved for him. ]
But who knows! When I get back, I could change your mind... And I could have enough influence to lighten your sentencing. I'm not sure if you'll like me enough to kiss me, but that's something to think about later.
[ Priorities, but... He plants a little kiss on his lips. He wants to indulge while he can. ]
It'd be convenient if timelines converged, then we can keep this. It's annoying to start from zero.
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It's not like he wants Satoru to have to kill him, but he can't imagine any other option. After being driven to a point like that, is there any coming back? ]
I'd probably kiss you. I don't really know how long I've liked you, anyway.
[ He'd let Satoru do anything. Kill him or kiss him. There's no one that he trusts more in the world.
He tangles their legs together drawing idle patterns over the fabric of Satoru's shirt where his hand is resting against his side. ]
If we both live, maybe we should be selfish and wish for it.
[ If they both survive. Otherwise, nothing is as important as you getting back home. ]
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He's a fool because we know how Jjk happens.
As their legs tangle, Satoru nests on him, but then lays on his full weight to suffocate him. ]
Don't think like that. We're both going home. [ Snappy to the thought first, then softening up after. He stops hard pressing him against the mattress, too. ] Maybe... I'll ask the goats and then we can see—there are also wishes.
[ I'll have to seriously consider it. ]
Okay! We have some action plans on that. What else is on your mind?
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He's still a little anxious about their future but... There are the letters they received after all. It might all be a ruse, but maybe there's a little reason to have hope. ]
That was it.
[ Staring lazily up at her ceiling now as he enjoys this cuddling time. ]
There's nothing on your mind?
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The letters have him thinking, but not now when he lifts himself back onto his knees to hover over Suguru. A hand against the bed keeps him balanced while his other hand fixes Suguru's bangs to no avail. He knows they'll fall back however they wish, but he just wants to touch him. ]
There is!
[ His fingers trace down his cheekbone, down to his jaw... His neck, then snags onto the collar of Suguru's shirt. There's a little tug with his nail grazing along his skin. ]
Do you want to have some fun?
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His gaze wanders slowly over to the door, checking to see if it's closed, and then wanders back to Satoru. ]
What kind of fun?
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[ How convenient that the door is closed. I don't know about locked, but maybe it is. Does Suguru's shirt have buttons? He'll undo those if he does or run his hand up from the bottom up Suguru's torso if he doesn't, letting the shirt ride up his wrist to expose his bare abdomen.
Point is he wants to take his shirt off. ]
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He's pushed up on his elbows now, but reaches one hand out to tug at Satoru's collar to see the hickey, pressing his thumb against the mark which has lightened up in the past two days. ]
Want another?
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Suguru can study the mark he left, still colored though fading, and the pressure ushers a low groan against his lips. It's a nice sort of soreness. It makes him tense, then unwind. ]
You can give me as many as you want.
[ Pulling away and giving him some peace, Satoru takes off his own shirt. ]
The door's locked, right?
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Different, but remarkably easy. ]
Huh?
[ He gets his hands back on him as soon as he's given the chance, fingers moving down the centre of his chest to his navel before he looks back at Satoru, hair mussed from removing his shirt and... He's hot.
Eventually, the question sinks in, and he blinks, looking once again to the door and back to Satoru. ]
They don't have locks. [ It's a summer camp, so. ] Is that a problem?
[ Realistically, if either of them were to have an issue with it, it would be him, but he really doesn't care right now. ]
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Endearment, wound tight with a fiery desire, blooms with the sight of Suguru below him. Satoru has always thought this, but he's handsome. Beautiful. ]
It's only a problem if you get self-conscious!
[ He sits up properly, straddling Suguru's legs, and takes those hands off him to hold them together. His head dips so he can give a featherlight kiss to his fingers, then nuzzle against one palm while he massages the other.
They're not soft... They're more on the rough and rugged side, but he likes how they feel whether it be a gentle touch or a hungry grasp. ]
But we can always keep the volume down.
[ It's whispered against his hand before he starts peppering more kisses. Into his palm multiple times, next his wrist, then both hands are free to do as they wish. He has his own plans with lowering himself to kiss Suguru's navel and running his tongue along his skin, making his way up.
Maybe I should work out more. It's hard not to compare when his mouth is making out the shapes of Suguru's muscles. If he wasn't turned on, he would be annoyed about it. ]
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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. ]
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