( remember this tactic for the future, when you're in the middle of some sort of petty argument or another and you want to fight a little dirty; just pull him in for a kiss and don't give him room to argue, or fuss, or anything even though he won't, probably, because when it comes to things like this he much prefers to be a lover, not a fighter.
( finally. )
his lips part at the touch of the other's tongue, like he's been waiting for it, like he's been wanting it for longer than he'll ever deign to admit out loud, and he's always wondered what suguru would taste like, whether the sweetness from a dessert or bitterness from coffee would linger on his tongue enough for him to be able to take the taste of it for himself. tuck it away in some dark corner of his mind to bring up later, whenever he wants, just because he can.
satoru shifts, pressing flush against the other's chest now, one hand coming up to curl around the sided of his neck and staying there. an anchor, another point of contact, warm and solid and real and he sucks on his tongue just to gauge what sort of reaction he might get. whether it's too much or not enough, and some part of him is so giddy at the prospect of being allowed more that it should be embarrassing … but it's him, so it very much isn't. )
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( finally. )
his lips part at the touch of the other's tongue, like he's been waiting for it, like he's been wanting it for longer than he'll ever deign to admit out loud, and he's always wondered what suguru would taste like, whether the sweetness from a dessert or bitterness from coffee would linger on his tongue enough for him to be able to take the taste of it for himself. tuck it away in some dark corner of his mind to bring up later, whenever he wants, just because he can.
satoru shifts, pressing flush against the other's chest now, one hand coming up to curl around the sided of his neck and staying there. an anchor, another point of contact, warm and solid and real and he sucks on his tongue just to gauge what sort of reaction he might get. whether it's too much or not enough, and some part of him is so giddy at the prospect of being allowed more that it should be embarrassing … but it's him, so it very much isn't. )