[ satoru reaches for the cup, pouts when suguru swats his hand away immediately. he'll drink it slow this time! but as it turns out, that doesn't seem to be the reason, a realization that comes too late and after suguru is already straddling his lap, pinning him down to the tatami.
he stares up at him, eyes bright and eager. he's not afraid of public indecency or anything like that - the thrill of it sending needles prickling down his skin from head to toe. there's a sharp inhale and twitch of his chest when suguru grinds down on his hips, shirt is bunched up to his collarbone, revealing pale skin, pink with flush. god. he asked him to be on his best behavior, but even gojo hadn't been expecting -
oh.
the tokkuri makes its way into suguru's skill hands, and satoru swallows hard. he sees it coming and still isn't prepared for the shock of the cold porcelain on his skin, arching up hard under suguru and biting his cheek to choke down a high-pitched cry. ] A-agh! Fuck!
[ he shudders underneath the roll, hips swelling to match it, exhaling hard to keep from crying out again. suguru peeks up at him and satoru looks at him, flushed and reproachful, but with zero interest in asking him to stop. ] suguru.
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he stares up at him, eyes bright and eager. he's not afraid of public indecency or anything like that - the thrill of it sending needles prickling down his skin from head to toe. there's a sharp inhale and twitch of his chest when suguru grinds down on his hips, shirt is bunched up to his collarbone, revealing pale skin, pink with flush. god. he asked him to be on his best behavior, but even gojo hadn't been expecting -
oh.
the tokkuri makes its way into suguru's skill hands, and satoru swallows hard. he sees it coming and still isn't prepared for the shock of the cold porcelain on his skin, arching up hard under suguru and biting his cheek to choke down a high-pitched cry. ] A-agh! Fuck!
[ he shudders underneath the roll, hips swelling to match it, exhaling hard to keep from crying out again. suguru peeks up at him and satoru looks at him, flushed and reproachful, but with zero interest in asking him to stop. ] suguru.