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. ]