[ Maintaining that flimsy veil of deniability has been oddly important to Suguru over the years. Not because he meant to deter Satoru, but rather, himself. Suguru needs those boundaries to keep his own heart in line, and it's been that way since high school. Preserving their friendship has always been at the core of Suguru's motivations, even if that's meant avoiding anything with the potential to fracture things beyond repair. Kissing Satoru, exploring past the bullshit lines of "no homo" or whatever logic allows for a couple of dudes to be guys together without questioning the sexual tension between them – that has stayed out of reach.
Maybe it's ironic that the first time Suguru is willing to dance over those lines happens when he and Satoru are already married to other people.
Oh well. They've never marched to any beat but their own, and maybe that's part of why Suguru has always been so reluctant to risk that connection.
But Satoru is impossibly close now, close enough to taste, the smell of Yuji on his breath and his skin, and Suguru's resistance crumbles. He said that he would follow Satoru's lead, and Suguru does, devouring those bare millimeters between them to seal his lips over Satoru's. His good sense will catch up later, when he and Yuji debrief and dissect the afternoon, but right now, the idea of kissing Satoru while his wife comes her brains out is the hottest thing he's experienced in his life.
Suguru's free hand reaches around Satoru, burying fingers in his hair to drag him closer, to kiss him over Yuji's shoulder while they keep relentlessly touching and teasing the beautiful woman sandwiched between them. ]
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Maybe it's ironic that the first time Suguru is willing to dance over those lines happens when he and Satoru are already married to other people.
Oh well. They've never marched to any beat but their own, and maybe that's part of why Suguru has always been so reluctant to risk that connection.
But Satoru is impossibly close now, close enough to taste, the smell of Yuji on his breath and his skin, and Suguru's resistance crumbles. He said that he would follow Satoru's lead, and Suguru does, devouring those bare millimeters between them to seal his lips over Satoru's. His good sense will catch up later, when he and Yuji debrief and dissect the afternoon, but right now, the idea of kissing Satoru while his wife comes her brains out is the hottest thing he's experienced in his life.
Suguru's free hand reaches around Satoru, burying fingers in his hair to drag him closer, to kiss him over Yuji's shoulder while they keep relentlessly touching and teasing the beautiful woman sandwiched between them. ]