( they shouldn't be doing this, they shouldn't have done a lot of things up to now but they've always been in the business of blurred lines, skewed boundaries, so. why stop now?
it isn't every day that someone spoils him like suguru has seen fit to try since they ended up with this little place all to themselves, as he had when they were younger because there had never been a shortage of sweets when he found himself in need of one, or of anything else he might have needed at any given moment and he'd never taken that sort of thing for granted, but …
missing it when it was gone, that had been another thing entirely, and there was more than grieving happening there when it did, but he's not about to bring that up now.
fingers under his chin bring his attention back up to where it should be, and he knows he could say what he wants but shouldn't have, but it's so much easier to take it and explain after the fact that he closes that minimal distance between them to press his lips to suguru's. firm, but soft, warm and sweet as the chocolates the other had left for him and he lingers when he meant for it to be brief, parting with the smallest nip to the other's bottom lip because sometimes … he can't help but to be a little shit about things. )
I prefer showing to telling. ( he quips, one corner of his mouth kicking upward. ) Like I need to tell you that.
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Date: 2023-02-16 02:44 am (UTC)it isn't every day that someone spoils him like suguru has seen fit to try since they ended up with this little place all to themselves, as he had when they were younger because there had never been a shortage of sweets when he found himself in need of one, or of anything else he might have needed at any given moment and he'd never taken that sort of thing for granted, but …
missing it when it was gone, that had been another thing entirely, and there was more than grieving happening there when it did, but he's not about to bring that up now.
fingers under his chin bring his attention back up to where it should be, and he knows he could say what he wants but shouldn't have, but it's so much easier to take it and explain after the fact that he closes that minimal distance between them to press his lips to suguru's. firm, but soft, warm and sweet as the chocolates the other had left for him and he lingers when he meant for it to be brief, parting with the smallest nip to the other's bottom lip because sometimes … he can't help but to be a little shit about things. )
I prefer showing to telling. ( he quips, one corner of his mouth kicking upward. ) Like I need to tell you that.