[ it's shiver-inducing, an unfair assault, his cascading hair making for more sensitivity, more alertness; his tongue is molten he wants to melt against his own. the words even warmer, even lower. his gift winds up back in a pocket; his promise leaves him breathless. almost as much as the curious hesitance that has him walking through the restaurant half a step behind, pitching his head over the taller boy's shoulder to witness that flashy decor. he's left to follow the whims of a tempest, quiet as his honeyed gaze pours over Gojou, the sliding doors clicking shut behind him. ]
[ they're alone, for now. Suguru wants to tear him open. instead, he toes off his sandals and joins him, knees slanted with far more precise modesty than he usually executes and the rest of him pressed warmly into Satoru's side like he's always fit there. ]
No no, [ a wave of his hand, voice quiet and lilting. maybe he's been humbled just a little. ] You're only for my eyes tonight, Satoru.
[ and the way he looks at him again — like he's trying to lure him into a kiss with just his gaze, to let Gojou find his way into his appreciation. ]
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[ they're alone, for now. Suguru wants to tear him open. instead, he toes off his sandals and joins him, knees slanted with far more precise modesty than he usually executes and the rest of him pressed warmly into Satoru's side like he's always fit there. ]
No no, [ a wave of his hand, voice quiet and lilting. maybe he's been humbled just a little. ] You're only for my eyes tonight, Satoru.
[ and the way he looks at him again — like he's trying to lure him into a kiss with just his gaze, to let Gojou find his way into his appreciation. ]