( 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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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... ]