[ looking after him, huh? he can't help the funny little smile it pulls from his mouth, cheeks almost sore with the way he can't seem to stop. he feels lightheaded and flushed and he hasn't had a single sip of that expensive rice wine he's gone and ordered. a dangerous mix: asking Suguru to be on his worst behavior and then handing him a drink. but there's something else to take the taste from first, and he wastes no time in letting Satoru's tongue rake and roll against his, sucking rough on that lash of hot velvet with an equally wet, quiet little moan. Getou's breathing deep and soft against his mouth when they part, slowly reopening eyes that had gone hazy in the pleasure of it. ]
[ dazed under Satoru's attention, his compliment, he's a beat too slow: ] I...
[ a knock at their door. the thought will have to wait, and Suguru sucks the rest of Satoru's flavor from off of his own tongue as the best bottle of sake in the house is put on the table in front of him. their waiter asks if they have appetizers they'd like to place, and Suguru cluelessly glances at him. he didn't even read the menu... ]
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[ dazed under Satoru's attention, his compliment, he's a beat too slow: ] I...
[ a knock at their door. the thought will have to wait, and Suguru sucks the rest of Satoru's flavor from off of his own tongue as the best bottle of sake in the house is put on the table in front of him. their waiter asks if they have appetizers they'd like to place, and Suguru cluelessly glances at him. he didn't even read the menu... ]
[ go on and look after him, then. ]