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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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[ 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...