( he would never hurt him on purpose! like … this … anyway. but! suguru should more than know by now that when he's in a mood to play he doesn't do anything by halves, and he's not about to stop anytime soon. especially not like this.
the yelp makes him chirp in response, and he swishes his own tail in an open invitation to return that chomp — if you can manage it! he's bounding ahead with that long, lean body, possibly ultimately flopping over onto his back and giving a gentle swat in the other's direction. without claws, of course.
( you see, here's the thing about leopards — they're very handsy, they use their paws to play more often than they don't and when suguru jumps up to plop down on him, between one heartbeat and the next he's gotten him wrapped up in an effective bear hug ( kitty hug! ) and then he's rolling them over to reverse their positions. even if all that affection already has him purring incredibly loudly.
( you're embarrassing, sir. )
he nips at the air between them, then full-on headbuttnuzzles underneath his chin with a very loud, very affectionate trill.
this is probably going to go on forever, isn't it? fine with him! )
[ and speaking of embarrassing, it's not like suguru is faring any better! he's making a series of sounds that sound like hysterical yip-laughter as he wiggles under satoru, pinned down under his paw and headbuttnuzzled!
he loves that trill, his yip-laughter more pronounced in turn to express his delight with him. he's bumping his head against his, tail swishing excitedly against satoru's. he nips right back, gently nipping at his neck, licking along the fur too, to soothe! it's not a hard nip, just enough so that he gets to lick his WHOOOOOOLE FACE.
his little fox paws scrabble fondly over the snow leopard's ears absently as he snuggles, making more of those sounds, louder now! ]
( lord have mercy on a multigrain cracker, are we forgetting that these are two whole ass grown men frolicking, playing in their new animal forms? and actually, dare we say —
forgetting, for just a second, the lives they'd come from before, and everything attached to them?
it's almost like they're teenagers again, back in school with everything ahead of them in their future, and only worrying about being the strongest together.
this is, of course, a thought that meanders its way to the forefront of his mind and catches him off-guard, and he ends up pressing full-body into suguru's attention; the affectionate licks, the pawing at his ears, the way it feels like he's holding him even like this, and for the span of half of a heartbeat, it's almost too much.
… until he hops up with one last nip and puts some distance between them, chirping again to incite further chasing. come get him, you affectionate goober! )
[ did satoru just -- that split second of having him press up against him with all of his furry self sends sparks up his brain, together with the wrenching, quiet realisation: he gave this up.
he gave up all of this. the heat and warmth of satoru, his eyes on his. that affection. that potential that this could and would go to places that he had once dreamed of. this feels real; it's easier to give things up when they're only a concept, a potential you can't allow yourself to have.
too much, indeed. too much.
sugufox rises when his fluffy friend pops off, dazed and stupidly enamoured but also --
-- heh.
sugufox chases after him! but then he trips and tumbles head over paws, making a show of it before making distressed, high pitched little whines.
( they're not going to think about that now; not the things that had been given up, not the things that had been left behind and ultimately lost, because while he never would have thought it possible for them to have a second chance, it seems like they're getting it here, and he's getting closer and closer to believing that they really deserve it.
( i missed you so much. )
he's keeping an eye on him even as he's keeping careful distance, because it wouldn't be playing otherwise — and he sees him tumble ass over teacup, sure, but you know the saying 'you can't bullshit a bullshitter'?
he knows you're putting on a show, sir. but he does circle back around, low to the ground in what might appear a hunting sort of stance, but that's not quite it.
not entirely. there's minimal distance between them when he pounces again, landing full-body against him and sprawling, the whole of his weight bearing down on the other's smaller fox body, and he presses a large paw against the side of his narrow foxface.
[ oof! ok, so that wasn't what sugufox was expecting. he was expecting an innocent snow leopard wandering into his trap and then getting pounced.
he makes laugh-yipping sounds when he's bested, squirming to lick the paw that's on his face, before deciding to open his mouth and gently nibble just because he can. satoru's weight on him is a welcome one, and he can't help an affectionate trill, animal instincts melding with his own human ones. i've missed you, too.
he presses up against him boldly, squarely, licking his face now, because he's tired of skirting around this new boundary and make if he's an animal he can take some liberties and pretend the fox in him made him to it. but then -- oh.
well, snow leopard satoru, you have a very naked suguru underneath you, an arm draped around.
( he's always been the first to call the other's bluff, they've known one another for so long and so well that there could be no other way about it, and if you think for a second that he would fall for that trap of yours, you've forgotten just who're you're dealing with, haven't you?
satoru gives another pleased little chirp that sticks in the back of his throat when the other licks his face, something in him swelling with warmth and something else entirely as he presses into it, nuzzles into him and it's the very same thing that had happened with megumi before, he forgets himself, and instead of letting his guard down enough to not focus well enough to keep his leopard form —
suddenly having a very human, very naked suguru beneath his weight startles him so much that he reverts back to his own human form, the both of them naked as they day they were born and pressed so close, skin to skin and he swears he can feel the other's heart beating alongside his, and to say that his eyes go wide and bright with all kinds of shock and awe and … something else, something more, still, would be putting it mildly.
one of suguru's thighs is nestled between his own like this, chest to chest and nose to nose as they are, and he swallows thickly, speechless for the first time in a very long time.
really hoping y'all don't have any neighbors close by right about now. )
[ ...ok so he's never actually seen satoru completely naked full-on; they've taken quick showers and done public baths from time to time, but it's not like he can actually be straight up open about ogling his bits, right? and it's not like they're usually in a position like this.
at definitely not in the past ten or so years in their... uh, estrangement. so this is really, really new, especially with those dangly bits barely an inch from his own dangly bits, and suddenly all the things they've tentatively been doing fully-clothed together comes flooding back to him.
and god, god, he loves the warmth of his skin, he loves how he looks like this up close, and his heart is roaring in his ears because all of that forcibly repressed teenage libido comes back with a vengeance, and satoru is so beautiful and so naked and suguru's brain completely shorts out.
...shit.
he really, really fucking wants him.
but they're out in the open and they have neighbours and they're really naked and satoru feels so good and suguru has gone without all his life and --
-- so suguru does the only thing his brain wants him to do: he grips his chin, pulls him forward, closes his eyes and kisses him fiercely. the neighbours can look at satoru's bare ass shining in the sun. whatever. ]
( neither of them have been in a position like this before, so naked and so close, and maybe he'd thought to sneak a peak every now and again when they were younger, when things were simple, but they had never had the chance to follow through with anything, and that means … well.
repressed is one way of putting it, that's for sure.
every point of contact is one that seems to set his skin on fire as close as they are, every kiss they've shared up to now slipping up to the forefront of his mind and he remembers how it felt, every single time to have those lips against his own, to be welcomed even after all he'd done, everything they'd lost together in the idiocy of their youth.
and he wants it. he wants all of it, the things they'd missed out on on top of the things they're building toward now; he presses forward into that kiss even without the other drawing him into it, lips against lips and his tongue already seeking to taste him, licking into his mouth with a small noise that catches in the back of his throat as he lets gravity pull the weight of his body downward. not quite resting flush against the body beneath his own, but close enough that there could be a fair amount of friction should either of them choose to move, and for the moment —
for the moment he doesn't care if there are any neighbors around to see his bare ass. he just wants to kiss him, and feel him. )
[ 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. ]
( he's thought it before and he'll undoubtedly think it again — even with everything they've been through, even with everything the other man had done in the ten years they were separated, all the way up to the very end, he could never hate him. maybe it's that vulnerable spot he has for him, that weak spot that will always have him thinking of his closest friend, his once closest ally, and now that they're getting their second chance to not fuck things up all over again.
it's laughable, really. to think he could have hated him for anything.
the way suguru moves beneath him, the subtle shift of his body that finds their lengths subtly brushing against one another has him biting back an embarrassing sound, one that catches right behind his teeth and sounds almost as a whine, and most certainly would have, had he let it betray him in the first place. he's never quite been the responsible one in any situation, but one of them is going to need to be the voice of reason and either make this stop or go inside in order to continue, and while he knows which one he would prefer …
that still means getting back inside and away from any prying eyes first.
his tongue is in suguru's mouth, curling around his own and when the other sucks he really can't help the sound that comes out of him then, a tortured sort of moan that, paired with the brush of fingers over the length of his cock ( yes, god, he's already getting hard ) he can't help but to roll his hips downward absolutely shamelessly, one hand slipping up to curl around the side of his neck while its twin snakes down between their bodies to join suguru's own, taking both of them into their twined fingers and stroking experimentally.
the whole thing is shameless. and desperate. and everything they might have had a chance to explore if the world hadn't fallen apart. )Suguru— we should—
( his thoughts are half-formed at best, and he can't stop kissing him, can't stop touching him, even with the thought that they could be stumbled upon without a moment's notice. how often does yuji stop by unannounced? )
Inside. ( ah, to hell with full sentences. they're overrated, anyway. )
the beauty of full sentences, satoru, is that you get to provide clarity, and not make a horny virgin even more horny, because that single word sends him spiraling.
inside him? yes, definitely, inside him. he might not have cashed in his v card yet, but he's aware of how it works -- porn sites and books exist. although to be fair, watching/reading about it and doing it are two very, very different things. ]
Mmmm -- [ he manages greedily between kisses, groaning when he feels satoru's large, warm hand come to grip their dicks and hold them together and the velvety friction is going to make him come embarrassingly fast if he doesn't at least get a goddamn grip on himself --
-- he's stroking both their dicks together with him, and the pleasure is so intense it almost makes his eyes roll into the back of his head, any possible thought he'd have sliding from his brain like hot butter.
no thoughts, only kissing satoru. touching dicks with satoru, and a hand comes down to squeeze a plump, firm buttcheek and who knew satoru has quite the ass? those uniforms hide so much, husband. the friendship ring he wears rubs up against his ass, and he blurts out, completely misunderstanding -- ]
-- yes, yes, inside you --
[ but shit, they don't have lube, and despite suguru's newfound desperation, he pauses in between hungry kisses and gropings, lust-addled teenage brain belatedly registering where they are and what they're doing.
buck naked. in the open. it's a wonder they haven't been arrested for public indecency yet.
but listen, his dick feels really good and satoru feels really, really good and he really wants to keep kissing him and never stop and oh, look, he's dropping kisses to nip and lick at those gorgeous collarbones -- ]
...Mhhh... now's a really good time to make a veil, isn't it?
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HE IS THE WORST WHY DO YOU LOVE HIM also damn i need kitty icons huffs
Date: 2023-02-21 10:18 pm (UTC)the yelp makes him chirp in response, and he swishes his own tail in an open invitation to return that chomp — if you can manage it! he's bounding ahead with that long, lean body, possibly ultimately flopping over onto his back and giving a gentle swat in the other's direction. without claws, of course.
come and get him, suguru~ )
ahsjjfkfkfkfk KITTY ICONS WOULD BE SO CUTE spoiler suguru has loved u bc u r silly satoru
Date: 2023-02-22 12:18 am (UTC)the fox in him is absolutely excited to play, and there's a series of yips as he bounds over to him, before he leaps high into the air --
-- only to land on him, paws on either side to cage him down and liiiiiiicklicklicklick anywhere he can reach, that chest, that face, everywhere!!!
he flomps directly onto him, all fur and fluff and happiness, squealing with affection.
you're caught now!! ]
I MIGHT ... DO THE THING MAYBE ... i have some slots left and IT'S A GOOD THING HE LOVES SILLY
Date: 2023-02-23 10:14 pm (UTC)( you're embarrassing, sir. )
he nips at the air between them, then full-on headbuttnuzzles underneath his chin with a very loud, very affectionate trill.
this is probably going to go on forever, isn't it? fine with him! )
HE WILL SMOOCH THAT SILLY
Date: 2023-02-24 02:20 am (UTC)he loves that trill, his yip-laughter more pronounced in turn to express his delight with him. he's bumping his head against his, tail swishing excitedly against satoru's. he nips right back, gently nipping at his neck, licking along the fur too, to soothe! it's not a hard nip, just enough so that he gets to lick his WHOOOOOOLE FACE.
his little fox paws scrabble fondly over the snow leopard's ears absently as he snuggles, making more of those sounds, louder now! ]
PLEASE AND THANK YOU
Date: 2023-03-07 08:18 pm (UTC)forgetting, for just a second, the lives they'd come from before, and everything attached to them?
it's almost like they're teenagers again, back in school with everything ahead of them in their future, and only worrying about being the strongest together.
this is, of course, a thought that meanders its way to the forefront of his mind and catches him off-guard, and he ends up pressing full-body into suguru's attention; the affectionate licks, the pawing at his ears, the way it feels like he's holding him even like this, and for the span of half of a heartbeat, it's almost too much.
… until he hops up with one last nip and puts some distance between them, chirping again to incite further chasing. come get him, you affectionate goober! )
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Date: 2023-03-07 11:10 pm (UTC)he gave up all of this. the heat and warmth of satoru, his eyes on his. that affection. that potential that this could and would go to places that he had once dreamed of. this feels real; it's easier to give things up when they're only a concept, a potential you can't allow yourself to have.
too much, indeed. too much.
sugufox rises when his fluffy friend pops off, dazed and stupidly enamoured but also --
-- heh.
sugufox chases after him! but then he trips and tumbles head over paws, making a show of it before making distressed, high pitched little whines.
he's hurt! come back! ]
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Date: 2023-03-27 04:38 pm (UTC)( i missed you so much. )
he's keeping an eye on him even as he's keeping careful distance, because it wouldn't be playing otherwise — and he sees him tumble ass over teacup, sure, but you know the saying 'you can't bullshit a bullshitter'?
he knows you're putting on a show, sir. but he does circle back around, low to the ground in what might appear a hunting sort of stance, but that's not quite it.
not entirely. there's minimal distance between them when he pounces again, landing full-body against him and sprawling, the whole of his weight bearing down on the other's smaller fox body, and he presses a large paw against the side of his narrow foxface.
you're fine, stop being so dramatic~ )
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Date: 2023-03-27 11:55 pm (UTC)he makes laugh-yipping sounds when he's bested, squirming to lick the paw that's on his face, before deciding to open his mouth and gently nibble just because he can. satoru's weight on him is a welcome one, and he can't help an affectionate trill, animal instincts melding with his own human ones. i've missed you, too.
he presses up against him boldly, squarely, licking his face now, because he's tired of skirting around this new boundary and make if he's an animal he can take some liberties and pretend the fox in him made him to it. but then -- oh.
well, snow leopard satoru, you have a very naked suguru underneath you, an arm draped around.
sooooooo that's awkward -- ]
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Date: 2023-03-28 06:37 pm (UTC)satoru gives another pleased little chirp that sticks in the back of his throat when the other licks his face, something in him swelling with warmth and something else entirely as he presses into it, nuzzles into him and it's the very same thing that had happened with megumi before, he forgets himself, and instead of letting his guard down enough to not focus well enough to keep his leopard form —
suddenly having a very human, very naked suguru beneath his weight startles him so much that he reverts back to his own human form, the both of them naked as they day they were born and pressed so close, skin to skin and he swears he can feel the other's heart beating alongside his, and to say that his eyes go wide and bright with all kinds of shock and awe and … something else, something more, still, would be putting it mildly.
one of suguru's thighs is nestled between his own like this, chest to chest and nose to nose as they are, and he swallows thickly, speechless for the first time in a very long time.
really hoping y'all don't have any neighbors close by right about now. )
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Date: 2023-03-29 02:39 am (UTC)at definitely not in the past ten or so years in their... uh, estrangement. so this is really, really new, especially with those dangly bits barely an inch from his own dangly bits, and suddenly all the things they've tentatively been doing fully-clothed together comes flooding back to him.
and god, god, he loves the warmth of his skin, he loves how he looks like this up close, and his heart is roaring in his ears because all of that forcibly repressed teenage libido comes back with a vengeance, and satoru is so beautiful and so naked and suguru's brain completely shorts out.
...shit.
he really, really fucking wants him.
but they're out in the open and they have neighbours and they're really naked and satoru feels so good and suguru has gone without all his life and --
-- so suguru does the only thing his brain wants him to do: he grips his chin, pulls him forward, closes his eyes and kisses him fiercely. the neighbours can look at satoru's bare ass shining in the sun. whatever. ]
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Date: 2023-03-30 12:31 am (UTC)repressed is one way of putting it, that's for sure.
every point of contact is one that seems to set his skin on fire as close as they are, every kiss they've shared up to now slipping up to the forefront of his mind and he remembers how it felt, every single time to have those lips against his own, to be welcomed even after all he'd done, everything they'd lost together in the idiocy of their youth.
and he wants it. he wants all of it, the things they'd missed out on on top of the things they're building toward now; he presses forward into that kiss even without the other drawing him into it, lips against lips and his tongue already seeking to taste him, licking into his mouth with a small noise that catches in the back of his throat as he lets gravity pull the weight of his body downward. not quite resting flush against the body beneath his own, but close enough that there could be a fair amount of friction should either of them choose to move, and for the moment —
for the moment he doesn't care if there are any neighbors around to see his bare ass. he just wants to kiss him, and feel him. )
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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 --
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Date: 2023-03-30 11:23 pm (UTC)it's laughable, really. to think he could have hated him for anything.
the way suguru moves beneath him, the subtle shift of his body that finds their lengths subtly brushing against one another has him biting back an embarrassing sound, one that catches right behind his teeth and sounds almost as a whine, and most certainly would have, had he let it betray him in the first place. he's never quite been the responsible one in any situation, but one of them is going to need to be the voice of reason and either make this stop or go inside in order to continue, and while he knows which one he would prefer …
that still means getting back inside and away from any prying eyes first.
his tongue is in suguru's mouth, curling around his own and when the other sucks he really can't help the sound that comes out of him then, a tortured sort of moan that, paired with the brush of fingers over the length of his cock ( yes, god, he's already getting hard ) he can't help but to roll his hips downward absolutely shamelessly, one hand slipping up to curl around the side of his neck while its twin snakes down between their bodies to join suguru's own, taking both of them into their twined fingers and stroking experimentally.
the whole thing is shameless. and desperate. and everything they might have had a chance to explore if the world hadn't fallen apart. ) Suguru— we should—
( his thoughts are half-formed at best, and he can't stop kissing him, can't stop touching him, even with the thought that they could be stumbled upon without a moment's notice. how often does yuji stop by unannounced? )
Inside. ( ah, to hell with full sentences. they're overrated, anyway. )
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Date: 2023-03-31 12:17 am (UTC)the beauty of full sentences, satoru, is that you get to provide clarity, and not make a horny virgin even more horny, because that single word sends him spiraling.
inside him? yes, definitely, inside him. he might not have cashed in his v card yet, but he's aware of how it works -- porn sites and books exist. although to be fair, watching/reading about it and doing it are two very, very different things. ]
Mmmm -- [ he manages greedily between kisses, groaning when he feels satoru's large, warm hand come to grip their dicks and hold them together and the velvety friction is going to make him come embarrassingly fast if he doesn't at least get a goddamn grip on himself --
-- he's stroking both their dicks together with him, and the pleasure is so intense it almost makes his eyes roll into the back of his head, any possible thought he'd have sliding from his brain like hot butter.
no thoughts, only kissing satoru. touching dicks with satoru, and a hand comes down to squeeze a plump, firm buttcheek and who knew satoru has quite the ass? those uniforms hide so much, husband. the friendship ring he wears rubs up against his ass, and he blurts out, completely misunderstanding -- ]
-- yes, yes, inside you --
[ but shit, they don't have lube, and despite suguru's newfound desperation, he pauses in between hungry kisses and gropings, lust-addled teenage brain belatedly registering where they are and what they're doing.
buck naked. in the open. it's a wonder they haven't been arrested for public indecency yet.
but listen, his dick feels really good and satoru feels really, really good and he really wants to keep kissing him and never stop and oh, look, he's dropping kisses to nip and lick at those gorgeous collarbones -- ]
...Mhhh... now's a really good time to make a veil, isn't it?
[ okay, okay, they have to move... ]