[ it's a fair reaction - things are usually the opposite for them. suguru has always been the one watching out for satoru - the patient keeper of his swirling, mercurial moods and deeper, fragile inner feelings. satoru won't claim to be as good at it, but he's learning. he's trying to be better about returning the favor for suguru.
suguru asked for a date, asked to be looked after... it's the least satoru can do.
especially when he's got his tongue down satoru's throat and moaning about it. all of a sudden the taunt about the tight fit of his jeans makes too much sense. they're interrupted by a rap a the door, and their sake being delivered. satoru looks over and sees suguru peering back at him with dark, clueless eyes. he grins, a little flustered and lopsided, eyes bright as he turns back to the waiter and orders the sashimi sampler and spicy somen to start.
once the sliding doors are closed again, satoru's arm hooks around getou's waist, kneading lightly at his side. ] Pour us some sake? [ he wants to watch. ]
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suguru asked for a date, asked to be looked after... it's the least satoru can do.
especially when he's got his tongue down satoru's throat and moaning about it. all of a sudden the taunt about the tight fit of his jeans makes too much sense. they're interrupted by a rap a the door, and their sake being delivered. satoru looks over and sees suguru peering back at him with dark, clueless eyes. he grins, a little flustered and lopsided, eyes bright as he turns back to the waiter and orders the sashimi sampler and spicy somen to start.
once the sliding doors are closed again, satoru's arm hooks around getou's waist, kneading lightly at his side. ] Pour us some sake? [ he wants to watch. ]