[ suguru's gaze goes right to where satoru's tugging at one of his sleeves, and a big, big part of him wonders if he knows what he's asking. suguru's already crossed that line, right? he's crossed that line with the chocolates.
satoru doesn't meet his eyes, and maybe, suguru supposes, he has an inkling. it's not every day that chocolates are put on his side of the bed, even if suguru has taken to storing candy in his sleeves in case the resident sugar-addicted sorcerer hits a low.
he should nip this in the bud now. close the chapter. he's already dead; there's no future for him, but for satoru...
suguru reaches out with his other hand, two fingers under the other man's chin to tip his face up gently, his expression searching. ]
Then why don't you tell me, what is it that you want but shouldn't have?
( 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.
oh, well. okay. so. he didn't see that one coming. the gentlest press of those glossy, soft lips makes his heart stop, and suguru forgets to breathe.
suddenly, all of the memories, the brightest moments they had in the glory of their youth come rushing back to him -- all of the ways suguru had loved him even through their petty spats and fights, how satoru is the brightest star in the sky and how he would orbit around him, up until... well, until.
and here he is, bridging the distance that had yawned cavernously between them since forever ago, and suguru is, for a moment, too stunned to get his thoughts together. for the first time in forever, the normally-composed, eloquent, charismatic curse user looks back at him, wide-eyed (also, did he just nip him? that little shit -- )
intelligently, he says: ]
Wh --
[ again. oh, shit, suguru wants satoru to do it again. reeling, his mind only registers this: he'd kissed him. he'd -- the sight of satoru lingering will always be seared into his memories. this isn't part of the plan. romantically, he tries again: ]
( he likes to think he was always able to keep the other on his toes when they were still in school together, and even though such a long stretch of time has come between them by now, he also likes to think some things just don't change. if he's able to consistently catch suguru off-guard —
well worth it, if you ask him. but nobody has yet, so we're just going to move right along.
he waits to see what sort of reaction he's going to get for his troubles, and suguru has always been the more eloquent one of the two of them, alongside being the more reserved and composed one, he can't help but to chuckle at the response he finally comes back with. )
Mm, it was strawberry-flavored when we were in school. ( is he lying just to be even more of a little shit? no, he isn't for once, but suguru doesn't know if he's bluffing or not.
maybe he will do it again, with the proper incentive … think about that, won't you? )
But then I started licking it off more often than not and it was pointless even putting it on. Sticking with the boring old unflavored stuff these days.
[ you're still such a gremlin, satoru. what's he going to do with you? suguru licks the gloss off his own lips, and perhaps it's just like chasing the taste of him, just a little (a lot).
and ohhhh, you've got him thinking about the strawberry flavored gloss, and how, back in the day, suguru had been tempted to kiss him, too. funny how the memories come back all at once -- and funny how back then, satoru might have let him taste it. would he have? ]
I like strawberry.
[ he says absently; granted, it's not so much the actual flavor/fruit as it is the thing satoru's wearing, and before he can stop himself, he tugs him closer by the collar, pretending to look contemplative. ]
Is it really unflavored? You should let me taste it again.
( oh, we don't know, what are you going to do with him? we're pretty sure he's never going to grow out of his gremlin tendencies entirely, especially since he's closing in on thirty and there's no end to them in sight.
but it is rather funny to think of those times now, when it would have been so much easier for them to give in to their impulses, to explore as teenagers, but they hadn't exactly had the testicular fortitude to follow through, had they? too concerned with ruining their friendship to do anything about what they wanted even more, and yet again, this comes around as their second chance.
assuming one or both of them doesn't muck it all up by being himself. that remains to be seen.
he allows himself to be pulled in, grinning into the space between them because he knows what he's doing. ) I should, hm? ( and he hums, of course, like he's giving it some actual thought. ) I guess I can make an allowance, just for you.
( even as he's closing that distance between them again, absolute goblin man that he is. kiss him just to shut him up, suguru. )
[ and he definitely does kiss him to shut him up -- his eyes fluttering closed when the distance between them is sealed. the touch of his lips again is electric, and for a few moments, suguru allows himself to be overcome by want, by years and years of yearning and longing.
finally, everything in suguru sighs, and he deepens the kiss, pressing forward, tongue gently touching between satoru's impossibly lips to request access. suguru can't help himself now, passion awakening as the kiss draws on. it becomes more heated, and suguru's hand comes to rest on his waist, the other sliding warmly up the span of his back.
he grasps that second chance, shelving his apprehension to give in, to explore him like he's always wanted to as a teenager -- god, he tastes so good, how hadn't he done this sooner? ]
( 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. )
[ suguru will totally, absolutely remember this tactic for the future, especially when he's caught up in one of the many arguments he will have with satoru and he will smooch the living daylights out of this insufferably beautiful man and have the last word.
is this what they call a win-win situation?
and speaking of lovers, not fighters... suguru is busy discovering an entirely new world of pleasure, of want, of delight and yearning and the wonder that is kissing gojo satoru right now. that little suck on his tongue surprises a moan out of him, and shit, shit, he likes it. he does, and he presses back to do the same to him, to capture his tongue and suckle on it, only -- well, he nips it so gently, too, just to tease him. ]
Mmm --
[ who knew kissing is such an experience? who knew this could be so exhilarating? he's shifting flush to him, enjoying being held. ] ... we can just keep kissing. All day.
( 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?
[ 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. ]
( 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. )
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Date: 2023-02-16 02:02 am (UTC)satoru doesn't meet his eyes, and maybe, suguru supposes, he has an inkling. it's not every day that chocolates are put on his side of the bed, even if suguru has taken to storing candy in his sleeves in case the resident sugar-addicted sorcerer hits a low.
he should nip this in the bud now. close the chapter. he's already dead; there's no future for him, but for satoru...
suguru reaches out with his other hand, two fingers under the other man's chin to tip his face up gently, his expression searching. ]
Then why don't you tell me, what is it that you want but shouldn't have?
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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.
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Date: 2023-02-16 03:01 am (UTC)oh, well. okay. so. he didn't see that one coming. the gentlest press of those glossy, soft lips makes his heart stop, and suguru forgets to breathe.
suddenly, all of the memories, the brightest moments they had in the glory of their youth come rushing back to him -- all of the ways suguru had loved him even through their petty spats and fights, how satoru is the brightest star in the sky and how he would orbit around him, up until... well, until.
and here he is, bridging the distance that had yawned cavernously between them since forever ago, and suguru is, for a moment, too stunned to get his thoughts together. for the first time in forever, the normally-composed, eloquent, charismatic curse user looks back at him, wide-eyed (also, did he just nip him? that little shit -- )
intelligently, he says: ]
Wh --
[ again. oh, shit, suguru wants satoru to do it again. reeling, his mind only registers this: he'd kissed him. he'd -- the sight of satoru lingering will always be seared into his memories. this isn't part of the plan. romantically, he tries again: ]
... I always wondered if you used lip gloss.
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Date: 2023-02-16 08:03 pm (UTC)well worth it, if you ask him. but nobody has yet, so we're just going to move right along.
he waits to see what sort of reaction he's going to get for his troubles, and suguru has always been the more eloquent one of the two of them, alongside being the more reserved and composed one, he can't help but to chuckle at the response he finally comes back with. )
Mm, it was strawberry-flavored when we were in school. ( is he lying just to be even more of a little shit? no, he isn't for once, but suguru doesn't know if he's bluffing or not.
maybe he will do it again, with the proper incentive … think about that, won't you? )
But then I started licking it off more often than not and it was pointless even putting it on. Sticking with the boring old unflavored stuff these days.
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Date: 2023-02-17 01:08 am (UTC)and ohhhh, you've got him thinking about the strawberry flavored gloss, and how, back in the day, suguru had been tempted to kiss him, too. funny how the memories come back all at once -- and funny how back then, satoru might have let him taste it. would he have? ]
I like strawberry.
[ he says absently; granted, it's not so much the actual flavor/fruit as it is the thing satoru's wearing, and before he can stop himself, he tugs him closer by the collar, pretending to look contemplative. ]
Is it really unflavored? You should let me taste it again.
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Date: 2023-02-21 06:06 pm (UTC)but it is rather funny to think of those times now, when it would have been so much easier for them to give in to their impulses, to explore as teenagers, but they hadn't exactly had the testicular fortitude to follow through, had they? too concerned with ruining their friendship to do anything about what they wanted even more, and yet again, this comes around as their second chance.
assuming one or both of them doesn't muck it all up by being himself. that remains to be seen.
he allows himself to be pulled in, grinning into the space between them because he knows what he's doing. ) I should, hm? ( and he hums, of course, like he's giving it some actual thought. ) I guess I can make an allowance, just for you.
( even as he's closing that distance between them again, absolute goblin man that he is. kiss him just to shut him up, suguru. )
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Date: 2023-02-22 12:11 am (UTC)finally, everything in suguru sighs, and he deepens the kiss, pressing forward, tongue gently touching between satoru's impossibly lips to request access. suguru can't help himself now, passion awakening as the kiss draws on. it becomes more heated, and suguru's hand comes to rest on his waist, the other sliding warmly up the span of his back.
he grasps that second chance, shelving his apprehension to give in, to explore him like he's always wanted to as a teenager -- god, he tastes so good, how hadn't he done this sooner? ]
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Date: 2023-02-23 10:08 pm (UTC)( 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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Date: 2023-02-24 02:36 am (UTC)is this what they call a win-win situation?
and speaking of lovers, not fighters... suguru is busy discovering an entirely new world of pleasure, of want, of delight and yearning and the wonder that is kissing gojo satoru right now. that little suck on his tongue surprises a moan out of him, and shit, shit, he likes it. he does, and he presses back to do the same to him, to capture his tongue and suckle on it, only -- well, he nips it so gently, too, just to tease him. ]
Mmm --
[ who knew kissing is such an experience? who knew this could be so exhilarating? he's shifting flush to him, enjoying being held. ] ... we can just keep kissing. All day.
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Date: 2023-03-07 08:05 pm (UTC)( 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? )
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Date: 2023-03-07 10:12 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2023-03-27 06:41 pm (UTC)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. )