[ satoru is nearly snickering by the time suguru finds his voice, looking down at the man he loves so very dearly despite his torturing, when suguru rests his head against satoru's shoulder.

satoru's hands shift to bracket his hips once more, kneading them gently until suguru grabs a fistful of hair and tugs him in, breath hot as they lick into one another hungrily, food all but forgotten. ] You wanna fuck me?

[ his voice hitches as suguru rolls down, pushing himself onto satoru as far as he can go dry, and he presses his mouth to suguru's ear, exhaling hot and trembling against it. ] Or you wanna fuck yourself on me?

[ the questioning look is enough for him to know, and he snorts, reaching into his inner coat pocket and pulling out a small tube, popping it up and spreading it onto his fingers. satoru shifts and reaches beneath the dark kimono, spreading and rubbing it around the puckered rim of suguru's ass, and down the length of his cock, rubbing at the joining of them to ease the slide. ]

Come on and fuck me before your fancy somen gets warm, Suguru~