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[takumina]

( at least you know — probably — that any future arguments are going to be as ridiculous and ( maybe ) petty as they come, and when it comes to things that shouldn't be taken too seriously, smooching him to shut his damned mouth is a perfectly rational choice of action. use your new power wisely, suguru. don't let it all go to your head.

( yes, this is what you would definitely, one hundred percent call a win-win situation. he stops talking, and you both get smooches! who isn't going to end up winning? )

he really, really likes the sound he gets out of him for his trouble, mind beginning to wander with all the things they still don't know about each other; where to touch, where to taste, what makes suguru feel good and just wait until they both come to the conclusion that they could have had this much, much sooner. if they hadn't been so goddamned stupid.

he's about to try a nip of his own when the other man beats him to it, and even if it is teasing, it's nothing short of enough to send a delightful little shiver down the very center of his spine, and the fingers curled around the side of his neck slip to sift through the long ends of his hair. just for the sake of being able to feel its silkiness against the pads of his fingers.

he hums as though he's giving it some real thought. ) I don't see any reason why we can't … but if that's what you want. ( he pauses, lets the silence stretch a little longer than it needs to. ) But don't you want to be more comfortable?

( come curl up with him, yeah? )

[shrove]

[ definitely a win-win situation when you put it that way. suguru's already letting it get to his head -- he feels like a damn teenager again, excited and nervous and full of anticipation when presented with the boy he loves. and yes, even if he doesn't realise it yet, it's love, it's their first blush of springtime coming around again.

although his mind is more focused on the softness of his lips, the taste of him, the way satoru holds and touches him and how that little nip makes satoru shiver and now suguru wants to do that again. what else can he touch and kiss that'll make him do that again? he's leaning into the touch, realising he really likes when satoru plays with his hair, and he makes a small noise at the question, trying to chase his mouth again. ]

But we only have a --

[ bed. right. bed, that's what satoru means. to curl up together and keep kissing, and maybe explore -- and of course, suguru makes that executive decision, taking his hand firmly in his and nudging him back only to lead him back to bed.

a gentle tug and a push, and he's climbing back in after satoru, his heart pounding with excitement. instead of stopping at his side of the bed, suguru is about to cage satoru down on his, with his limbs. ]

Yes, I think I'm more comfortable now.

[ he smiles, tucking his hair back as it spills down his shoulders, pooling on one side of satoru. ]

Are you?

[takumina]

( imagine, for the smallest moment, that they hadn't been completely oblivious when they were younger and could have had this when they were teenagers; when they were both young and unruined by the world around them, when they didn't have the kind of history between them that they do now, when everything was still innocent and beautiful.

it might have changed everything between them, but then it might have changed nothing, and he's not going to let himself think about that now, not when it's easy enough to go along with the other man's push and pull to lead him back to the bedroom.

he stretches out on his side, just short of reaching for suguru even as he's crawling in after him, not wanting there to be any distance at all between them and there isn't, not much at all when he finds himself caged in by those long, long limbs, and his own heart knocks against the cage of his ribs like it might just burst out of his chest entirely.

fingers sift through the ends of dark hair, and he hums a soft note of approval. ) Mhm. C'mere— ( and then he's boldly curling a hand around the back of suguru's neck, pulling him down to meet his lips with a kiss that is much, much less tentative than the previous ones had been. )