"That" being the threesome (foursome?) arranged between Suguru, his best friend, and his wife – while Satoru's own wife watched and recorded the entire affair. Not how Suguru anticipated spending his weekend, but who is he to complain about hot sex and the painfully arousing moments playing out in front of him?
After the fact, his nerves are prickling with... something. Anxiety? Confusion? A feeling he's all too eager to pack away and compartmentalize into oblivion because his priorities have always been and remain Yuji and taking care of her. Getting off outrageously hard kissing his best friend? Way less of a priority for him.
Kissing Satoru also wasn't part of the original plan. Maybe Suguru should have minded the boundaries between them more diligently, but in the midst of the heady exchange, Suguru struggled to heed the good sense chirping in his ear. A lot changed mid-scene, which Suguru might usually object to, but seeing how naturally and eagerly Megumi and Yuji fell into each other, how could Suguru complain? There was no jealousy seeing Yuji with her best friend – it was hot and cute and endearing in a manner that Suguru can't identify.
But they still need to talk about the scene. And what better catalyst than the video file popping up in a group message between the four of them, courtesy of Megumi? Suguru is stretched comfortably on the couch with Yuji, his arm curled around his wife's shoulders as he checks his phone, tapping the notification from Megumi – which immediately brings up the chat and a preview still of Yuji leaning against Suguru's chest while Satoru is between her legs. It's so sudden and in his face, that it startles a small laugh out of him. ]
[ Yuji won't lie and say that the event seemed to have got a little bit out of hand, but...
She'd liked it.
Touching Megumi, watching Suguru enjoy himself with his best friend... She had been a little bit worried at first, she had felt that twinge of jealousy and envy, an old, familiar worry that her husband might prefer to be with his best friend instead of her, but the obvious adoration that her spouse has for her soothed her. It had been incredible, the orgasms dragged out of her, leaving her shuddering and desperate, and now, looking back?
The message comes through and Yuji sits up a little, a little sleepy where she had been curled up against Suguru's body. Blinking, she peers at his phone before her cheeks go bright red, and she tilts her head up to look at him.
[ Suguru certainly doesn't believe that the video will be embarrassing for anyone – or, at least, not the wrong kind of embarrassing. He adjusts on the couch, sitting up a bit more to get comfortable. ]
If you're up for it. We can save it for tomorrow if you're ready to crawl into bed.
[ A little tease for his dozy wife as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. ]
[ Yuji almost nuzzles into Suguru all the same, wrapping her arm around his body as she tucks herself close. Settled and comfortable, she hums softly. ]
[ Suguru certainly won't argue the point, and he doesn't hesitate to tap the message from Megumi.
The video pops up and fills the entire phone screen, instantly playing the distant banter of Satoru and Suguru; the device's microphone caught most of their back-and-forth, but Megumi was still sitting a few feet away while recording, so Suguru helpfully cranks the volume for the sweet, sweet melody of Yuji's moans to filter through.
[ Yuji's face goes bright red almost immediately as she looks at herself. She can't deny the fact that she does look pretty, with her cute underwear and the flush on her cheeks, and she's curling a little more into her husband almost immediately.
Watching the two of them together, too... Well, that's kind of nice. Seeing Suguru so happy makes her happy, and that's something she can't deny either. ]
Mmm, then you should wear it for me soon. I'd love to see it.
[ It's so cute how flustered Yuji gets, how she blushes and squirms as they watch the video play. Despite the lewdness of the circumstances and the whole ordeal, the camera still captures how lovingly Suguru looks at Yuji – how he touches her, kisses her, reverent and adoring all at once. The same fondness shines through in their wedding photos, in any moment that Suguru is in the room with his wife.
He just loves her.
Tracing small circles on her shoulder, Suguru continues to watch with rapt attention. As Satoru sets to work between Yuji's thighs, Suguru can't help being fixated on the moment his hand slides into Satoru's hair, grabbing a handful of white and holding him against Yuji's cunt. He keenly remember the sounds his best friend made, the way he groaned against Yuji and worked her diligently with every lap of his tongue and tease of fingers.
His pulse quickens, hammering against his ribcage as he tries not to let his own breathing hitch.
[ The things is, Yuji can still remember how it felt, having another man between her legs while her husband watched her. It was heady, it was delicious, and she was a little hypnotised by it. Being able to watch the way her husband gazed at her, the adoration that Suguru had for her as someone else gave her pleasure, knowing that her best friend was watching, too?
It had been incredible.
She can't help but look at the way that Suguru looks at Gojo-kun, though, or the way his fingers slide into his hair. She'd noticed at the time, too, obviously, but being able to focus more on what is happening rather than her own pleasure brings it into a little more clarity.
Carefully, Yuji swallows, tilting her head up to look at Suguru again.
She can tell that he's into it, how much he likes it, because she knows him. Is it because of her, or is it because...?
Glancing back at the video, she bites her lip, worrying it between her teeth. She's not going to ask, but... She can't help but wonder. ]
[ Since they did kiss, and that makes Yuji settle back down so she can hide her pout. She's not about to let Suguru see just how mildly out of sorts she is about the whole situation. ]
[ Yuji's words are a reminder of that kiss, even if it hasn't happened in the video yet. Suguru shoves down the impulse to fixate and examine and pick apart the kiss and the way Satoru had touched him, brief and burning all at once – but it's enough of a distraction that he doesn't catch her slowly souring mood.
Again, he tries to play it off. ]
Not everyone can be as enthusiastic about oral as I am. [ Or Yuji. Just another way that she and Suguru are so suited to each other. ] But I'm glad he took care of you.
[ Yuji's moans and whimpers are getting louder in the video until she's finally announcing her orgasm to Megumi, just like Suguru instructed. Hm. Also very hot. ]
[ They're both obsessed with having things in their mouths; Yuji knows she has an oral fixation and that she adores being on her knees for Suguru, that she loves being able to take him deep into her throat, but that's not the thing she's focussed on right now. She can't help the way she covers her face as she gets off, the way she gets overexcited immediately.
It was really, really hot at the time, being worshipped like that, but right now she's mortified at how wanton she was.
Tucking her legs against Suguru's body, she bites back her sigh. ]
But he notices how she curls into him, hiding her face, and Suguru adjusts his arm around her, tucking her closer as he presses a kiss to her temple. ]
We can stop watching, if it's too much.
[ Maybe stopping the video before it gets to that kiss with Satoru is for the best. It might embarrass Suguru to see himself disregarding over a decade of careful boundary-minding just because he got carried away while he was horny. ]
[ Which isn't a lie, her cheeks are bright red, but... She's feeling a little anxious. She knows that Suguru adores her, that they're a pair that is unshakeable, she knows he loves her. She knows all of this, but the way she can see the two men looking at each other...
[ He offers the reminder, but he doesn't stop the video, instead letting it continue to play in front of them. His fingers slide into Yuji's hair, stroking through her locks with pure affection as his eyes remain fixed on the phone screen.
The sound of Yuji's second orgasm and calling for Megumi again hits Suguru's ears like pure music. When Megumi speaks soon after, her voice sounds so close, even louder as she asks for permission to clean up. Suguru may have intended to do that himself, greedy for the experience of eating another man's (Satoru's) cum out of Yuji, but Megumi was so magnanimous sharing her husband that it only seemed fair. ]
How was Megumi's mouth, baby? I didn't realize she was into girls.
I didn't either, or we would've talked about it sooner.
[ They'd spent enough time together in college, but the idea never came up. Maybe it's just something between the two of them, something that was borne out of their own tender relationship, but... Either way, it was both expected and unexpected at the same time.
Her arm snakes across Suguru's body, and she nuzzles into him with a pleased little sound. ]
She was really shy, but she was excited, I think. She liked it, like I did.
[ It's not the full-throated eagerness Suguru anticipated from Yuji after how enthusiastic she'd been during the event, and that's enough to give him pause. The heat of shame flickers in his chest, making his throat tight.
If he had been asked the same, he thinks his answer might have been an emphatic yes, and maybe it shouldn't be.
Yuji isn't looking at the screen anymore, so Suguru turns it off before they can get to Yuji's next orgasm, before Satoru leans over her shoulder and kisses Suguru, and he sets the device face-down on the arm of the couch. Both arms curl around Yuji now, drawing her in as he continues nuzzling into her hair, occasionally interspersing the affection with more kisses. ]
You don't have to. It doesn't need to be on the table at all, if that's what you'd prefer.
[ This can just be a playful little footnote in their marriage, a moment of fun and sex and hedonism that they can check off their list of things to try together. That's all. ]
[ Marriage is a partnership, it's about being completely honest, about being able to be vulnerable with one another, but... This is embarrassing, and shameful, and there's a knot of something uncomfortable about the way she's feeling. It's mortifying to feel so desperately jealous and on edge about things, but when Suguru draws her closer and tucks her gently against his side, she knows she can't lie about it.
She leans up, shifting her weight so she can settle on his lap, peering up at him with red cheeks, nervous and a little aroused from rewatching the video. ]
Do you want to do it again because you want to be with Gojo-kun more?
[ She saw how they reacted to each other, the deep affection and love, how much her husband was into kissing the other man. She knows their history, so... ]
[ Yuji fits perfectly in Suguru's lap, like she was meant to be there, and Suguru's arms wind around her waist without hesitation. He intends to just spoil her with affection as he so often does, but her question genuinely startles him. ]
What?
[ He blinks at her, owlish, the idea of choosing Gojo over Yuji so utterly baffling to him that he doesn't even process what she's asking at first.
Well, fuck.
Confusion collapses into a grimace, and he immediately shakes his head. ]
Yuji, no. Absolutely not. [ He reaches up, cradling Yuji's cheek in the palm of his hand. ]
Satoru is my friend, nothing more. [ And he feels awful that his behavior led Yuji to ask such a thing.
(... It's not the first time a partner has intimated or outright accused him of being in love with Satoru, but it's been a while. And he thought he'd grown out of whatever lingered of his feelings for Satoru, however complicated they might be.) ]
[ The way his expression and body language shifts immediately makes her wilt, and she shakes her head, lifting her hands to cup his cheeks gently. Her thumbs brush over his cheekbones as she shakes her head, closing her eyes for a brief moment. ]
That's not what I meant. Well, not really.
[ It's what she meant a little bit. ]
I mean... You liked it, didn't you? Being able to touch him and kiss him? I'm not mad about it, and it doesn't make me upset or anything. I liked kissing Megumi.
[ What he really wants. It's not a difficult question to answer, because he knows what his top priority will always be. ]
What I want is you, Yuji. [ The rest? Doesn't matter. Everything outside of Yuji and their relationship is just background noise to Suguru. He liked kissing Satoru, he liked touching him and being intimate with him, but he doesn't want it to mean anything. Especially not if it endangers the sense of trust and security he and Yuji have built together.
His eyes close as he holds her closer, tilting his chin to brush a kiss against her palm. ]
I'll always choose you.
[ But he's reluctant to own how much he enjoyed everything with Satoru, lest it leave his wife with even more doubts and anxieties. ]
You're not really answering my question, Suguru...
[ Yuji nuzzles into his face, brushing their noses together as she smiles and leans in to kiss him. It's a slow, tender thing, filled with all of her love, her adoration, the way she is so desperately hung up on her husband. No one else could ever replace him, and she understands that it's the same in return. At the same time, she can't really match the depth of his relationship with Satoru, though, could she?
She wiggles closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, tight, kissing his jawline and smiling softly. ]
I love you, more than anything in the world. But if you want to do more things with him...
[ She can't blame him, can she? Not when she likes Megumi, too... ]
[ Yuji isn’t wrong: Suguru is avoiding the heart of the question because he doesn’t want to lie to Yuji (even if he’s done a lot of lying to himself).
There’s reassurance in the kiss, a love and acceptance that Suguru doesn’t know that he deserves but he selfishly clings to it all the same. His arms wrap tightly around Yuji’s waist as his wife presses close, and Suguru hides his face in her shoulder as his answer churns in his mind. Yuji’s words sound like understanding, empathy rather than accusation, but this still feels like the kind of conversation that could end a marriage if he says the wrong thing.
After a few slow breaths, Suguru lifts his head again, leaning in to nudge his nose against Yuji’s. ]
Do you want to discuss it? Because I don’t need any of that to be happy with you.
[ His only “need” is to have his wife and his best friend. He doesn’t need to fuck Satoru to feel fulfilled by that relationship – but the gears in his head are already turning, running through contingencies and possibilities, like he can mentally map every potential branch and consequence of this conversation. What if Yuji doesn’t want him to be around Satoru anymore? The more logical part of his mind can rationalize that fear back into a corner with the recognition that Satoru’s wife is Yuji’s best friend so what purpose would that serve? But he also knows that if Yuji asked him to see less of Satoru, Suguru won’t fight her on it. ]
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That went well.
"That" being the threesome (foursome?) arranged between Suguru, his best friend, and his wife – while Satoru's own wife watched and recorded the entire affair. Not how Suguru anticipated spending his weekend, but who is he to complain about hot sex and the painfully arousing moments playing out in front of him?
After the fact, his nerves are prickling with... something. Anxiety? Confusion? A feeling he's all too eager to pack away and compartmentalize into oblivion because his priorities have always been and remain Yuji and taking care of her. Getting off outrageously hard kissing his best friend? Way less of a priority for him.
Kissing Satoru also wasn't part of the original plan. Maybe Suguru should have minded the boundaries between them more diligently, but in the midst of the heady exchange, Suguru struggled to heed the good sense chirping in his ear. A lot changed mid-scene, which Suguru might usually object to, but seeing how naturally and eagerly Megumi and Yuji fell into each other, how could Suguru complain? There was no jealousy seeing Yuji with her best friend – it was hot and cute and endearing in a manner that Suguru can't identify.
But they still need to talk about the scene. And what better catalyst than the video file popping up in a group message between the four of them, courtesy of Megumi? Suguru is stretched comfortably on the couch with Yuji, his arm curled around his wife's shoulders as he checks his phone, tapping the notification from Megumi – which immediately brings up the chat and a preview still of Yuji leaning against Suguru's chest while Satoru is between her legs. It's so sudden and in his face, that it startles a small laugh out of him. ]
Well, that's one way to preserve the memory.
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She'd liked it.
Touching Megumi, watching Suguru enjoy himself with his best friend... She had been a little bit worried at first, she had felt that twinge of jealousy and envy, an old, familiar worry that her husband might prefer to be with his best friend instead of her, but the obvious adoration that her spouse has for her soothed her. It had been incredible, the orgasms dragged out of her, leaving her shuddering and desperate, and now, looking back?
The message comes through and Yuji sits up a little, a little sleepy where she had been curled up against Suguru's body. Blinking, she peers at his phone before her cheeks go bright red, and she tilts her head up to look at him.
It's quite the reminder, huh? ]
I wonder how embarrassing it is.
[ For her, since she was the one being a slut. ]
... Did you want to watch it?
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If you're up for it. We can save it for tomorrow if you're ready to crawl into bed.
[ A little tease for his dozy wife as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. ]
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[ Yuji almost nuzzles into Suguru all the same, wrapping her arm around his body as she tucks herself close. Settled and comfortable, she hums softly. ]
Go ahead.
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The video pops up and fills the entire phone screen, instantly playing the distant banter of Satoru and Suguru; the device's microphone caught most of their back-and-forth, but Megumi was still sitting a few feet away while recording, so Suguru helpfully cranks the volume for the sweet, sweet melody of Yuji's moans to filter through.
Suguru's smile slowly stretches into a smirk. ]
Your tits looked perfect in that set.
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Watching the two of them together, too... Well, that's kind of nice. Seeing Suguru so happy makes her happy, and that's something she can't deny either. ]
I still have it. In another colour, too.
[ She hides her face against his neck briefly. ]
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[ It's so cute how flustered Yuji gets, how she blushes and squirms as they watch the video play. Despite the lewdness of the circumstances and the whole ordeal, the camera still captures how lovingly Suguru looks at Yuji – how he touches her, kisses her, reverent and adoring all at once. The same fondness shines through in their wedding photos, in any moment that Suguru is in the room with his wife.
He just loves her.
Tracing small circles on her shoulder, Suguru continues to watch with rapt attention. As Satoru sets to work between Yuji's thighs, Suguru can't help being fixated on the moment his hand slides into Satoru's hair, grabbing a handful of white and holding him against Yuji's cunt. He keenly remember the sounds his best friend made, the way he groaned against Yuji and worked her diligently with every lap of his tongue and tease of fingers.
His pulse quickens, hammering against his ribcage as he tries not to let his own breathing hitch.
It's still really hot, apparently. ]
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It had been incredible.
She can't help but look at the way that Suguru looks at Gojo-kun, though, or the way his fingers slide into his hair. She'd noticed at the time, too, obviously, but being able to focus more on what is happening rather than her own pleasure brings it into a little more clarity.
Carefully, Yuji swallows, tilting her head up to look at Suguru again.
She can tell that he's into it, how much he likes it, because she knows him. Is it because of her, or is it because...?
Glancing back at the video, she bites her lip, worrying it between her teeth. She's not going to ask, but... She can't help but wonder. ]
Gojo-kun is good at it, isn't he?
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Hm? Oh. [ He chuckles, pushing his hair back out of his face for a beat to gather his thoughts again. ]
You'd have to tell me – I'm not exactly familiar with Satoru's mouth.
[ Other than the kissing and that was pretty... wow. ]
But he certainly knows how to put on a show.
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[ Since they did kiss, and that makes Yuji settle back down so she can hide her pout. She's not about to let Suguru see just how mildly out of sorts she is about the whole situation. ]
It was good. Not as good as you, but good.
[ She just had to clarify, of course. ]
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Again, he tries to play it off. ]
Not everyone can be as enthusiastic about oral as I am. [ Or Yuji. Just another way that she and Suguru are so suited to each other. ] But I'm glad he took care of you.
[ Yuji's moans and whimpers are getting louder in the video until she's finally announcing her orgasm to Megumi, just like Suguru instructed. Hm. Also very hot. ]
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[ They're both obsessed with having things in their mouths; Yuji knows she has an oral fixation and that she adores being on her knees for Suguru, that she loves being able to take him deep into her throat, but that's not the thing she's focussed on right now. She can't help the way she covers her face as she gets off, the way she gets overexcited immediately.
It was really, really hot at the time, being worshipped like that, but right now she's mortified at how wanton she was.
Tucking her legs against Suguru's body, she bites back her sigh. ]
He did. Take care of me.
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But he notices how she curls into him, hiding her face, and Suguru adjusts his arm around her, tucking her closer as he presses a kiss to her temple. ]
We can stop watching, if it's too much.
[ Maybe stopping the video before it gets to that kiss with Satoru is for the best. It might embarrass Suguru to see himself disregarding over a decade of careful boundary-minding just because he got carried away while he was horny. ]
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[ Which isn't a lie, her cheeks are bright red, but... She's feeling a little anxious. She knows that Suguru adores her, that they're a pair that is unshakeable, she knows he loves her. She knows all of this, but the way she can see the two men looking at each other...
She kisses his neck absently, sighing softly. ]
We can keep going.
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[ He offers the reminder, but he doesn't stop the video, instead letting it continue to play in front of them. His fingers slide into Yuji's hair, stroking through her locks with pure affection as his eyes remain fixed on the phone screen.
The sound of Yuji's second orgasm and calling for Megumi again hits Suguru's ears like pure music. When Megumi speaks soon after, her voice sounds so close, even louder as she asks for permission to clean up. Suguru may have intended to do that himself, greedy for the experience of eating another man's (Satoru's) cum out of Yuji, but Megumi was so magnanimous sharing her husband that it only seemed fair. ]
How was Megumi's mouth, baby? I didn't realize she was into girls.
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[ They'd spent enough time together in college, but the idea never came up. Maybe it's just something between the two of them, something that was borne out of their own tender relationship, but... Either way, it was both expected and unexpected at the same time.
Her arm snakes across Suguru's body, and she nuzzles into him with a pleased little sound. ]
She was really shy, but she was excited, I think. She liked it, like I did.
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Do you think you might want to do it again?
[ With Megumi, he means. ]
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[ Yuji closes her eyes, nuzzling into him still, tilting her head into his. ]
We could talk about it.
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If he had been asked the same, he thinks his answer might have been an emphatic yes, and maybe it shouldn't be.
Yuji isn't looking at the screen anymore, so Suguru turns it off before they can get to Yuji's next orgasm, before Satoru leans over her shoulder and kisses Suguru, and he sets the device face-down on the arm of the couch. Both arms curl around Yuji now, drawing her in as he continues nuzzling into her hair, occasionally interspersing the affection with more kisses. ]
You don't have to. It doesn't need to be on the table at all, if that's what you'd prefer.
[ This can just be a playful little footnote in their marriage, a moment of fun and sex and hedonism that they can check off their list of things to try together. That's all. ]
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[ Marriage is a partnership, it's about being completely honest, about being able to be vulnerable with one another, but... This is embarrassing, and shameful, and there's a knot of something uncomfortable about the way she's feeling. It's mortifying to feel so desperately jealous and on edge about things, but when Suguru draws her closer and tucks her gently against his side, she knows she can't lie about it.
She leans up, shifting her weight so she can settle on his lap, peering up at him with red cheeks, nervous and a little aroused from rewatching the video. ]
Do you want to do it again because you want to be with Gojo-kun more?
[ She saw how they reacted to each other, the deep affection and love, how much her husband was into kissing the other man. She knows their history, so... ]
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What?
[ He blinks at her, owlish, the idea of choosing Gojo over Yuji so utterly baffling to him that he doesn't even process what she's asking at first.
Well, fuck.
Confusion collapses into a grimace, and he immediately shakes his head. ]
Yuji, no. Absolutely not. [ He reaches up, cradling Yuji's cheek in the palm of his hand. ]
Satoru is my friend, nothing more. [ And he feels awful that his behavior led Yuji to ask such a thing.
(... It's not the first time a partner has intimated or outright accused him of being in love with Satoru, but it's been a while. And he thought he'd grown out of whatever lingered of his feelings for Satoru, however complicated they might be.) ]
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That's not what I meant. Well, not really.
[ It's what she meant a little bit. ]
I mean... You liked it, didn't you? Being able to touch him and kiss him? I'm not mad about it, and it doesn't make me upset or anything. I liked kissing Megumi.
[ Leaning in, she touches her forehead to his. ]
I just want to know what you really want.
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What I want is you, Yuji. [ The rest? Doesn't matter. Everything outside of Yuji and their relationship is just background noise to Suguru. He liked kissing Satoru, he liked touching him and being intimate with him, but he doesn't want it to mean anything. Especially not if it endangers the sense of trust and security he and Yuji have built together.
His eyes close as he holds her closer, tilting his chin to brush a kiss against her palm. ]
I'll always choose you.
[ But he's reluctant to own how much he enjoyed everything with Satoru, lest it leave his wife with even more doubts and anxieties. ]
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[ Yuji nuzzles into his face, brushing their noses together as she smiles and leans in to kiss him. It's a slow, tender thing, filled with all of her love, her adoration, the way she is so desperately hung up on her husband. No one else could ever replace him, and she understands that it's the same in return. At the same time, she can't really match the depth of his relationship with Satoru, though, could she?
She wiggles closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, tight, kissing his jawline and smiling softly. ]
I love you, more than anything in the world. But if you want to do more things with him...
[ She can't blame him, can she? Not when she likes Megumi, too... ]
We could talk about it.
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There’s reassurance in the kiss, a love and acceptance that Suguru doesn’t know that he deserves but he selfishly clings to it all the same. His arms wrap tightly around Yuji’s waist as his wife presses close, and Suguru hides his face in her shoulder as his answer churns in his mind. Yuji’s words sound like understanding, empathy rather than accusation, but this still feels like the kind of conversation that could end a marriage if he says the wrong thing.
After a few slow breaths, Suguru lifts his head again, leaning in to nudge his nose against Yuji’s. ]
Do you want to discuss it? Because I don’t need any of that to be happy with you.
[ His only “need” is to have his wife and his best friend. He doesn’t need to fuck Satoru to feel fulfilled by that relationship – but the gears in his head are already turning, running through contingencies and possibilities, like he can mentally map every potential branch and consequence of this conversation. What if Yuji doesn’t want him to be around Satoru anymore? The more logical part of his mind can rationalize that fear back into a corner with the recognition that Satoru’s wife is Yuji’s best friend so what purpose would that serve? But he also knows that if Yuji asked him to see less of Satoru, Suguru won’t fight her on it. ]
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