[ repressed is definitely the way to put it. the past many years has never accorded suguru the opportunity to act on it (or the interest, because to him there only really is that one person, and he'd spent that decade believing that satoru hated him, and rightfully so).
and so now, when he's extremely aware of the heat and smoothness of satoru's skin, the warmth of his body, the way he feels against him, his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest, overwhelming him with more than a decade's worth of impulse and a libido that rears its ugly, repressed head.
and speaking of rearing -- and speaking of biological impulses, he's absolutely sure that he's getting hard, and unlike girls, arousals are real obvious. it's not like the times he wakes up with morning wood while satoru is still asleep, and he still gets a couple of minutes to discreetly get that sorted.
no, this is different. this is satoru above him, intoxicating, beautiful, kissing him, and he's damn near losing his mind like a goddamn teenager. he doesn't think before he moves, his half-hard cock rubbing up against satoru's, and the sound he makes at the spike of pleasure is helpless, overwhelmed, so thick with longing.
his tongue is twining with satoru's shamelessly, before he's pulling him in and suckling on it with another wrecked moan, unable to stop himself. shit. shit, oh, shit. satoru is all he feels, all he thinks about, all he wants, but they're out in the open --
and his hand, traitorous, reaches between them to brush fingers over satoru's cock tentatively. is he -- is he hard too? because it's going to be so embarrassing if suguru's the only one horny as hell. ]
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Date: 2023-03-30 12:54 am (UTC)and so now, when he's extremely aware of the heat and smoothness of satoru's skin, the warmth of his body, the way he feels against him, his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest, overwhelming him with more than a decade's worth of impulse and a libido that rears its ugly, repressed head.
and speaking of rearing -- and speaking of biological impulses, he's absolutely sure that he's getting hard, and unlike girls, arousals are real obvious. it's not like the times he wakes up with morning wood while satoru is still asleep, and he still gets a couple of minutes to discreetly get that sorted.
no, this is different. this is satoru above him, intoxicating, beautiful, kissing him, and he's damn near losing his mind like a goddamn teenager. he doesn't think before he moves, his half-hard cock rubbing up against satoru's, and the sound he makes at the spike of pleasure is helpless, overwhelmed, so thick with longing.
his tongue is twining with satoru's shamelessly, before he's pulling him in and suckling on it with another wrecked moan, unable to stop himself. shit. shit, oh, shit. satoru is all he feels, all he thinks about, all he wants, but they're out in the open --
and his hand, traitorous, reaches between them to brush fingers over satoru's cock tentatively. is he -- is he hard too? because it's going to be so embarrassing if suguru's the only one horny as hell. ]
Mmmmh --