[This is all Suga's going to think about while jerking off for... at least two or three weeks. Maybe longer. Even if they never meet or speak again, Suga will hold this in his memory and every time he needs to force thoughts of someone else out of his mind, Yuki will be the one to chase them off. He's so open and responsive that Suga's hands ache to touch him, his mouth waters with the urge to taste him...
... and then, for a fraction of a second, Yuki suddenly looks small. Suga wonders if he imagined it, but how could he fabricate something so raw and honest? That odd moment flickers in his heart like a spark, then catches flame - oh, he's always fallen much too easily, but this has to be a new record.
Yuki and Suga will speak again, and they will meet, because Suga can't bear to see something like that again without being close enough to gather Yuki up in his arms.]
Then... [He's a bit subdued now, though no less enraptured by what's unfolding on his screen.] ... this is when I'll take you in deep. Don't worry, I can take your load right down my throat. You won't choke me.
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[ it's too much. suga's so sweet, so good - even with that devilish side, he's too innocent to be talking to someone as messed up as yuki. they shouldn't ever meet. yuki should never allow suga to get trapped in his orbit. he knows well enough by now how that works out; in the end, nobody's happy.
but. ]
Suga --
[ those eyes are so kind. ]
I'm-!
[ all it takes is the mention of suga swallowing his come, eager and easy and so goddamn good, and yuki's gone. his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open, a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and a cry wringing its way out of his throat and through the speakers of suga's phone. his orgasms hits like a freight truck, hips jerking violently, and it's his turn to have his skin painted with droplets of hot liquid.
it feels like it lasts forever. white noise buzzes in yuki's ears; by the time he comes back to himself he realizes he has no idea how much time has passed. for a moment, suspended in that strange post-orgasmic high, suga gets a chance to see yuki's real face: young, beautiful, but with a sadness that lingers in the depths of his eyes. ]
That was...
[ his voice is hoarse. he swallows, then tries again. ]
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... and then, for a fraction of a second, Yuki suddenly looks small. Suga wonders if he imagined it, but how could he fabricate something so raw and honest? That odd moment flickers in his heart like a spark, then catches flame - oh, he's always fallen much too easily, but this has to be a new record.
Yuki and Suga will speak again, and they will meet, because Suga can't bear to see something like that again without being close enough to gather Yuki up in his arms.]
Then... [He's a bit subdued now, though no less enraptured by what's unfolding on his screen.] ... this is when I'll take you in deep. Don't worry, I can take your load right down my throat. You won't choke me.
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[ it's too much. suga's so sweet, so good - even with that devilish side, he's too innocent to be talking to someone as messed up as yuki. they shouldn't ever meet. yuki should never allow suga to get trapped in his orbit. he knows well enough by now how that works out; in the end, nobody's happy.
but. ]
Suga --
[ those eyes are so kind. ]
I'm-!
[ all it takes is the mention of suga swallowing his come, eager and easy and so goddamn good, and yuki's gone. his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open, a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and a cry wringing its way out of his throat and through the speakers of suga's phone. his orgasms hits like a freight truck, hips jerking violently, and it's his turn to have his skin painted with droplets of hot liquid.
it feels like it lasts forever. white noise buzzes in yuki's ears; by the time he comes back to himself he realizes he has no idea how much time has passed. for a moment, suspended in that strange post-orgasmic high, suga gets a chance to see yuki's real face: young, beautiful, but with a sadness that lingers in the depths of his eyes. ]
That was...
[ his voice is hoarse. he swallows, then tries again. ]
Holy hell, Suga...