[ 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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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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