[ 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. ]
[ i guess you have canon backing you up on geto's blowjob advantage
Satoru gives Suguru a bite to the chest before he's guided away, led and tempted into a kiss instead. It has a matching effect on him—time feels like it slows down... And his pacing heartbeat skips a beat where he wonders if it stopped. They've kissed a number of times before from little pecks to something more intimate, but it always takes all his disposable attention (the rest is for being paranoid about their situation).
He holds onto Suguru's shoulder, nails biting the deeper their kiss, and it stays when their positions swap. His lips follow after him when they part, pecking on the cheek before he's DEPRIVED of more kisses because Suguru has a plan? ]
Hm?
[ Blinking curiously, he has an idea what's to come. Multiple ideas in fact, but Suguru acts and he's rewarded. Satoru hisses in a breath through his teeth, body tensing instantly with an arched back. His name rumbles through crystal clear followed by a shaky gasp tapering to a deep exhale. No thoughts, just pleasure that gathers hot from his hips and spreads, eventually fogging his mind, but not enough to stop him from praising him. One hand stops gripping the mattress and finds itself carding fingers through Suguru's hair, messing his bun until it's completely undone.
Eventually, his breathing evens, though a series of moans escape in intervals depending on what Suguru does... Easy and convenient, that feels good. Sometimes it's too much and visual exclamation points manifest paired with his twitching thighs. He grips his hair in surprise, yet also pulls him closer.
Well, since it's thought share, Satoru will be able to hear Suguru's thoughts, ranging from idle commentary about the size and feel of him in his mouth, to the sounds he makes are sexy, and finally, Satoru came because of me.
His face is red and pleased once he's done, dragging himself back up so that he can start peppering kisses over Satoru's neck.
He is happy, flowers showing up around his head, as he cuddles against him. ]
I want to do that again.
[ His hand is already dragging down Satoru's stomach to his waistband for a second round. They will probably go multiple times. ]
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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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Satoru gives Suguru a bite to the chest before he's guided away, led and tempted into a kiss instead. It has a matching effect on him—time feels like it slows down... And his pacing heartbeat skips a beat where he wonders if it stopped. They've kissed a number of times before from little pecks to something more intimate, but it always takes all his disposable attention (the rest is for being paranoid about their situation).
He holds onto Suguru's shoulder, nails biting the deeper their kiss, and it stays when their positions swap. His lips follow after him when they part, pecking on the cheek before he's DEPRIVED of more kisses because Suguru has a plan? ]
Hm?
[ Blinking curiously, he has an idea what's to come. Multiple ideas in fact, but Suguru acts and he's rewarded. Satoru hisses in a breath through his teeth, body tensing instantly with an arched back. His name rumbles through crystal clear followed by a shaky gasp tapering to a deep exhale. No thoughts, just pleasure that gathers hot from his hips and spreads, eventually fogging his mind, but not enough to stop him from praising him. One hand stops gripping the mattress and finds itself carding fingers through Suguru's hair, messing his bun until it's completely undone.
Eventually, his breathing evens, though a series of moans escape in intervals depending on what Suguru does... Easy and convenient, that feels good. Sometimes it's too much and visual exclamation points manifest paired with his twitching thighs. He grips his hair in surprise, yet also pulls him closer.
TRIAL IS REALLY TOMORROW congrats to them ]
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Well, since it's thought share, Satoru will be able to hear Suguru's thoughts, ranging from idle commentary about the size and feel of him in his mouth, to the sounds he makes are sexy, and finally, Satoru came because of me.
His face is red and pleased once he's done, dragging himself back up so that he can start peppering kisses over Satoru's neck.
He is happy, flowers showing up around his head, as he cuddles against him. ]
I want to do that again.
[ His hand is already dragging down Satoru's stomach to his waistband for a second round. They will probably go multiple times. ]
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