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bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
gutties) wrote in bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
Satoru.
[ a soft parrot, shaky on its first syllable with the delightful way his hips are raising up beneath his throne, eyes bright and warm. he can't help it; it's impossible not to play with his food when Gojou looks so cute and... and a little pathetic, a little needy. a hand goes back, returning the cask to the table. ]
We keep ending up like this... [ if he's scolding anything here, it's probably his own lack of discipline. the liquor isn't helping, a ruddy heat on his cheeks and in his guts. Suguru takes his cup from the table and finishes what he started: pouring the drink out on Satoru's heaving chest. the wine pools on his sternum but runs south with the slope of his body. Getou heads it off between the wings of his ribs, drinking mouth and lashing tongue sucking up liquor from fair skin and replacing its chill, the falling tips of his hair tickling everything in his path. ]
[ he follows the hollows of Satoru's body still, running his tongue along the dip of his collarbone, the pulse in his throat — until he's kissing his way up the corner of his jaw to the corner of his mouth, smiling there like a cat who ate the canary. ]
What do you think we should do about that?
[ a soft parrot, shaky on its first syllable with the delightful way his hips are raising up beneath his throne, eyes bright and warm. he can't help it; it's impossible not to play with his food when Gojou looks so cute and... and a little pathetic, a little needy. a hand goes back, returning the cask to the table. ]
We keep ending up like this... [ if he's scolding anything here, it's probably his own lack of discipline. the liquor isn't helping, a ruddy heat on his cheeks and in his guts. Suguru takes his cup from the table and finishes what he started: pouring the drink out on Satoru's heaving chest. the wine pools on his sternum but runs south with the slope of his body. Getou heads it off between the wings of his ribs, drinking mouth and lashing tongue sucking up liquor from fair skin and replacing its chill, the falling tips of his hair tickling everything in his path. ]
[ he follows the hollows of Satoru's body still, running his tongue along the dip of his collarbone, the pulse in his throat — until he's kissing his way up the corner of his jaw to the corner of his mouth, smiling there like a cat who ate the canary. ]
What do you think we should do about that?
you manage to impress me in a lot of areas, leona-senpai.
i'll defeat you and win it back.
i'll defeat you and win it back.
I can cook just about anything.
What's your favorite food?
What's your favorite food?
[ another whine pours out of satoru in time with the chilled liquid spreading over his skin, chest heaving from the heady combination of thrill and intense sensation. suguru is there to meet the stream, lapping it up and sucking the pools of clear, shimmering sake from satoru's sternum.
the coarse, smooth strands of his hair tickle his chest and sides, making him squirm underneath suguru's mouth. he's such a damn tease!
suguru moves up, trailing kisses up his chest and neck, following the line of his jaw to his plush lips, and satoru doesn't wait for him to finish his sentence before he's smashing their mouths together, licking the taste of the sake from suguru's lips and tongue greedily - since he so cruelly denied satoru his second glass anyway.
when he pulls back, satoru pants open-mouthed and considers suguru. ]
Is there a reason we should do anything about it? You seem to be enjoying yourself...
the coarse, smooth strands of his hair tickle his chest and sides, making him squirm underneath suguru's mouth. he's such a damn tease!
suguru moves up, trailing kisses up his chest and neck, following the line of his jaw to his plush lips, and satoru doesn't wait for him to finish his sentence before he's smashing their mouths together, licking the taste of the sake from suguru's lips and tongue greedily - since he so cruelly denied satoru his second glass anyway.
when he pulls back, satoru pants open-mouthed and considers suguru. ]
Is there a reason we should do anything about it? You seem to be enjoying yourself...
[ he's so perfect and pale and pretty under him, skin flushed and nipples pointed up just begging for attention; he can feel Satoru's cock nestled up against his own and growing thicker with need. those jeans do indeed leave so little room to the imagination or for the taking, his kimono much more forgiving... not that he's making use of it when Gojou's forcing a soft groan at him with his kiss. ]
[ there's the flavor of sake still on his tongue, too. kissing Gojou practically drives him dizzy, sucking on the curious invasion of his tongue. it sends him driving his hips down again, eager to prove Gojou's words true. ]
[ he still laughs at them. oh, that's just like Satoru.... ]
I am. I just think we need to make some rules. [ Suguru knows his aversion to the word... but the clicking teeth of his jeans fly going down hopes to interrupt his complainants, fingers pulling open and peeling denim flaps apart as far as they will go. ] The kind of rules you'll enjoy.
[ fingers dig in; Satoru's cock is hot and turgid in his hand. a few shifts of fabric and his own joins it, pressing them together with his surging hips, his large fist wrapped around — stroking them both with a sweet little sigh of relief. ]
Things like... you aren't allowed to touch yourself— [ an emphatic squeeze, ] —without thinking of me.
[ there's the flavor of sake still on his tongue, too. kissing Gojou practically drives him dizzy, sucking on the curious invasion of his tongue. it sends him driving his hips down again, eager to prove Gojou's words true. ]
[ he still laughs at them. oh, that's just like Satoru.... ]
I am. I just think we need to make some rules. [ Suguru knows his aversion to the word... but the clicking teeth of his jeans fly going down hopes to interrupt his complainants, fingers pulling open and peeling denim flaps apart as far as they will go. ] The kind of rules you'll enjoy.
[ fingers dig in; Satoru's cock is hot and turgid in his hand. a few shifts of fabric and his own joins it, pressing them together with his surging hips, his large fist wrapped around — stroking them both with a sweet little sigh of relief. ]
Things like... you aren't allowed to touch yourself— [ an emphatic squeeze, ] —without thinking of me.
Tch. Fuck rules. [ satoru's face curls into a sneer at the mention of rules - he hates rules. suguru knows he hates rules - but he's distracted enough by the tug of his zipper down, down, until the relief of the extra space has him shivering full-body underneath suguru. ]
Fine, fine. What kind of rules??
[ ahhhh fuck - his head goes fuzzy as soon as suguru gets his hand around him, hips surging up to rut into suguru's grip, the slide of the two of them against one another wringing another sweet whine from his lips. ]
Who the hell do you think I'm thinking of when I jerk off other than you, at this point, seriously.
[ his hand slinks up suguru's thigh, underneath the lightweight kimono, groping at his thigh and his ass. ]
Fine, fine. What kind of rules??
[ ahhhh fuck - his head goes fuzzy as soon as suguru gets his hand around him, hips surging up to rut into suguru's grip, the slide of the two of them against one another wringing another sweet whine from his lips. ]
Who the hell do you think I'm thinking of when I jerk off other than you, at this point, seriously.
[ his hand slinks up suguru's thigh, underneath the lightweight kimono, groping at his thigh and his ass. ]
I think it's cheating if I tell you my favorite.
I want a steak.
I want a steak.
[If he was a braver person, he'd definitely tell Mihawk the head-in-the-sea situation could be arranged. But he's afraid he'll wake up to being tossed overboard if he dares, so--]
I'll keep that in mind...
I'll keep that in mind...
It's not cheating, it's asking to make sure I make something you'd really enjoy.
[ And now he regrets it because, of course, it's a steak. Sanji pinches the bridge of his nose for a second. What's with pirates and boring steaks??? There are so many more creative dishes. But okay, he's here to give people what they want. ]
All...right. Sous vide medium-rare steak it is, but I am making you a side dish to complement it, for my peace of mind. Maybe garlic-mashed potatoes with sour cream or sauteed mushrooms with herbs.
[ And now he regrets it because, of course, it's a steak. Sanji pinches the bridge of his nose for a second. What's with pirates and boring steaks??? There are so many more creative dishes. But okay, he's here to give people what they want. ]
All...right. Sous vide medium-rare steak it is, but I am making you a side dish to complement it, for my peace of mind. Maybe garlic-mashed potatoes with sour cream or sauteed mushrooms with herbs.
And dessert.
[Well, he would actually probably eat anything if it was cooked well enough. He likes food in general.
Just maybe not as much as the straw hat kid. Then again, does anyone like food that much?]
I won't kill you or your crew if I get a nice enough dinner. It'll be... a truce. For the night.
[Well, he would actually probably eat anything if it was cooked well enough. He likes food in general.
Just maybe not as much as the straw hat kid. Then again, does anyone like food that much?]
I won't kill you or your crew if I get a nice enough dinner. It'll be... a truce. For the night.
Now we're getting demanding. Lucky for you, I really like making those.
[ Probably no one can love food as much as Luffy does, no. It's unparalleled. But everyone deserves to try good food, of course.
He's not sure how much he can trust Buggy because the guy has bailed on them before, but he will take it. Sanji would rather keep the peace if possible, even if they all can fight just fine. ]
Fine. Truce, then. Get ready to be amazed by my food when that happens.
[ Probably no one can love food as much as Luffy does, no. It's unparalleled. But everyone deserves to try good food, of course.
He's not sure how much he can trust Buggy because the guy has bailed on them before, but he will take it. Sanji would rather keep the peace if possible, even if they all can fight just fine. ]
Fine. Truce, then. Get ready to be amazed by my food when that happens.
[To his credit, Sanji has been the least frustrating out of his crew. And the least likely to toss his head overboard.
Buggy can tolerate a night, and consider if he wants to collect on Luffy's bounty in the morning.]
Oh, I'm looking forward to it.
Buggy can tolerate a night, and consider if he wants to collect on Luffy's bounty in the morning.]
Oh, I'm looking forward to it.
[ That's because he was raised with good manners and also because he wasn't there when Buggy tried to kill them all.
Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. ]
Until next time, then. I know it's difficult, but try to behave.
Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. ]
Until next time, then. I know it's difficult, but try to behave.
No promises.
[C'mon, what's a little murder between pirates? It happens.]
[C'mon, what's a little murder between pirates? It happens.]
I don't know what I expected.
[ Sanji would like it if it happened a little less often. ]
[ Sanji would like it if it happened a little less often. ]
James has his moments, but you're the one who pulled me from the hell I was living in and saved me. You've got a place in my heart no one else can compete with. You know that.
So true. You're not allowed to argue with me. I'll kick your ass.
So true. You're not allowed to argue with me. I'll kick your ass.
I'll make sure to do exactly that, and do it nice and slow. I wouldn't want you to have to do any work to appreciate the show.
You really are a pretty damn good boy. It's a shame. However, I did get some new lingerie in that I think you'll enjoy.
You really are a pretty damn good boy. It's a shame. However, I did get some new lingerie in that I think you'll enjoy.
Shit, still learning? So you don't even have it figured out, that's even worse.
[No, it isn't. He's aware being a good person can't be an easy path, it's probably just nonstop work through a person's entire life to be good. The one time he did something good he nearly died for it.
But at the end of the day he knows it's still worth it, because it's better than being a terrible person like he is.]
Being a bad person is a lot easier. You don't need to put into any effort into it, you just be a monster and you're set.
[That isn't really true either, but this is the kind of thing a monster would say, so he's saying it.]
[No, it isn't. He's aware being a good person can't be an easy path, it's probably just nonstop work through a person's entire life to be good. The one time he did something good he nearly died for it.
But at the end of the day he knows it's still worth it, because it's better than being a terrible person like he is.]
Being a bad person is a lot easier. You don't need to put into any effort into it, you just be a monster and you're set.
[That isn't really true either, but this is the kind of thing a monster would say, so he's saying it.]
[ warm hands, heated lap, hotter tongue tangling with him at that admission — at least, Suguru doesn't think he meant to kiss him until his mouth is already there, sliding their tongues together with a lidded gaze while his hips roll in Satoru's grip. the undersides of their dicks roll and grind together, intent to swallow those pretty little moans it inspires while his thumb smears precum across both of their tips — his, Satoru's, fingers forming a sticky connective line between the two of them. ]
[ shivery and delightful. he sucks on his bottom lip and rears back again, free hand collecting Satoru's still-full cup from the table. ]
...Yeah? [ maybe he just wanted to hear it, to tilt his head and gather his hair to one side, pressing the cup to a pounding column of his throat and beckoning Gojou in to take a drink. the collars of his kimono have come loose, given him plenty of room to drink from sternum to collarbone to jugular. he doesn't particularly care if he doesn't get all of it so long as the heat of his mouth bits back the chill. ]
Then I guess I'll have to be more cruel. [ is that what he is, when he moves his hand up and down both of them again. ] Don't come without asking me.
[ shivery and delightful. he sucks on his bottom lip and rears back again, free hand collecting Satoru's still-full cup from the table. ]
...Yeah? [ maybe he just wanted to hear it, to tilt his head and gather his hair to one side, pressing the cup to a pounding column of his throat and beckoning Gojou in to take a drink. the collars of his kimono have come loose, given him plenty of room to drink from sternum to collarbone to jugular. he doesn't particularly care if he doesn't get all of it so long as the heat of his mouth bits back the chill. ]
Then I guess I'll have to be more cruel. [ is that what he is, when he moves his hand up and down both of them again. ] Don't come without asking me.
[Letting out a long breath, Dick tries to let himself settle into some sort of a comfortable feeling. This is the person he's been missing. The hollowed out cheeks and tired, yet piercing eyes that can read a person whether that person realizes he's doing it or not. Bruce is a lot of things to Dick and there are so many feelings attached to that.
He's been working on the resentment and pain, so now it's hollowed out and he's left with a lot of things he's not even sure how to begin to process. ]
Let's hope that doesn't happen to either of us any time soon. Despite popular opinion, I do care about you a great deal and it would really suck if we died.
[He laughs softly and finishes off his drink. It feels warm filling his stomach and the rush to his brain is enough to relax him further into his setting. ]
We don't need food to speak for us. We can talk you know. I came because I missed your company Bruce. I know I left to find out who I was on my own, but I haven't figured that out yet.
He's been working on the resentment and pain, so now it's hollowed out and he's left with a lot of things he's not even sure how to begin to process. ]
Let's hope that doesn't happen to either of us any time soon. Despite popular opinion, I do care about you a great deal and it would really suck if we died.
[He laughs softly and finishes off his drink. It feels warm filling his stomach and the rush to his brain is enough to relax him further into his setting. ]
We don't need food to speak for us. We can talk you know. I came because I missed your company Bruce. I know I left to find out who I was on my own, but I haven't figured that out yet.
I want to but I can't.
[for every step Satoru takes towards, Suguru takes half a step away. he can't help it, really. it's as if Satoru's infinity is pushing him away which he knows is not the case.]
Don't come closer, Satoru. I don't know what will happen...
[for every step Satoru takes towards, Suguru takes half a step away. he can't help it, really. it's as if Satoru's infinity is pushing him away which he knows is not the case.]
Don't come closer, Satoru. I don't know what will happen...
[ satoru kisses suguru hot enough to sear, just to drive the point home. he's a teenage boy, he's expected to have a girl as his phone screen. it's not like he doesn't find both genders attractive anyway, but the only person he's imagined when putting his hands on himself for months - longer than he'd admit to suguru even now - is his best friend.
the way he purrs satoru's name when he wants to get him to behave or be more polite is enough to drive him to orgasm from friction alone.
he whines softly, hips stirring under suguru when that calloused finger rubs into the crown of him, nails digging hard into suguru's hips. ]
Yeah, dumbass. It's only you... you should know that. [ or maybe satoru should tell him more often, because suguru purrs that he'll need to be more cruel, and it has a shiver working down satoru's spine down to his tailbone. he exhales in heavy pants, shoulders heaving as suguru strokes over them again. ]
Hah? [ wait - what? he's dazed from suguru's fingers working them, the scent of the sake against his skin. ] ..I have to ask?!
[ really, the issue here is that it's incredibly, mind-blowingly hot to imagine having to ask suguru permission to come. even more to imagine him denying that permission. fuck.
fuck fuck fuck - has he mentioned how completely wrapped around suguru's finger he is? how happy he is to be there? satoru leans in and presses the flat of his tongue against suguru's collarbone, drags it up his pulse to lap up the sake greedily, tongue and lips scouring his tanned skin to get every drop, sucking him clean. it's already going to his head, because satoru can't hold his liquor at all, but it's worth it for the molten, hazy heat that washes over him, pools where he and suguru are joined. satoru rocks his hips, grinds up against him and pushes his kimono open further with little regard for anything else happening in this restaurant. he wants every bit of suguru he can get his hands on. ]
the way he purrs satoru's name when he wants to get him to behave or be more polite is enough to drive him to orgasm from friction alone.
he whines softly, hips stirring under suguru when that calloused finger rubs into the crown of him, nails digging hard into suguru's hips. ]
Yeah, dumbass. It's only you... you should know that. [ or maybe satoru should tell him more often, because suguru purrs that he'll need to be more cruel, and it has a shiver working down satoru's spine down to his tailbone. he exhales in heavy pants, shoulders heaving as suguru strokes over them again. ]
Hah? [ wait - what? he's dazed from suguru's fingers working them, the scent of the sake against his skin. ] ..I have to ask?!
[ really, the issue here is that it's incredibly, mind-blowingly hot to imagine having to ask suguru permission to come. even more to imagine him denying that permission. fuck.
fuck fuck fuck - has he mentioned how completely wrapped around suguru's finger he is? how happy he is to be there? satoru leans in and presses the flat of his tongue against suguru's collarbone, drags it up his pulse to lap up the sake greedily, tongue and lips scouring his tanned skin to get every drop, sucking him clean. it's already going to his head, because satoru can't hold his liquor at all, but it's worth it for the molten, hazy heat that washes over him, pools where he and suguru are joined. satoru rocks his hips, grinds up against him and pushes his kimono open further with little regard for anything else happening in this restaurant. he wants every bit of suguru he can get his hands on. ]
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