[ suguru is so sweet in his lap, with his head tucked against satoru's neck, legs spread around his lap. it's not the norm, but this is suguru's night to be pamered, and satoru's night to do it. he is impossible to resist anyway, in any composition, any arrangement, any way suguru chooses to show satoru that he loves him.

how impossible is that? that someone like getou suguru could love him this much.

he coos against suguru's ear, warm and deep - ] Ya sure? Haven't even stretched you out properly tonight.

[ but he obeys what he's told, a gift reserved only for suguru, and his fingers start working at the seam of the rim and satoru's cock. slow, teasing, and then quicker and firmer until his fingertips slip inside suguru, curving around himself to slick up the head and couple of inches already buried in him. ] God, I forgot how tight you are like this.

[ but it doesn't last long - satoru twists and rubs his fingers around himself, slowly buries them deeper inside suguru until he's slick inside him, easing the stretch and the push enough to sink a few more inches of his cock inside him with a slow, smooth roll upward. ] C'mon, let's get you feeling real good, Suguru.