[ The thing with Suguru is that leading comes naturally to him. He wants to be in control – of himself, his home, the world around him – but he can't reconcile so much of the systematic enforcement, the exploitation, the abuse of youth and naivety and—
He hates it.
But Suguru doesn't hate this. The easy way he can take Yuji into his arms, give him that direction and purpose and make him feel so safe, so cared for. He had no taste for the intimacy of a dynamic, if only because he didn't think himself capable of such emotional connections anymore, but with Yuji? He wants to give and be everything Yuji needs.
Suguru drinks Yuji's submission like the promise of blissfully fresh water to his parched throat; he accepts it almost joyfully. So much of his dynamics have always carried the inherent fear of what a submissive might actually want versus what they were trained to want, and Suguru has hated living within that undefined space. He doesn't wonder with Yuji, and that is freedom.
Yuji's hands, Yuji's mouth – Suguru can't get enough. He only breaks away again to push at Yuji's clothes, banishing his shirt and bending over the boy again to kiss his chest, his torso, his belly. Suguru's hands tuck into Yuji's waistband, and he straightens to pull pants and briefs both down, helpfully walking back on his knees to let Yuji's legs free. Once everything's been kicked away, Suguru sits back between Yuji's thighs, letting his legs fall open on either side of Suguru. Suguru will get rid of his own sweats shortly, but he takes a moment again to look down at Yuji and the pretty picture he makes. ]
You're gorgeous. [ He sighs the compliment with warmth in his voice, smiling as he leans over again to resume kissing every inch of Yuji's available skin, long black hair falling carelessly around them. ]
[ Being gazed at like this feels a little bit intense, feels utterly overwhelming, and Yuji's not sure what to do with all the attention.
Historically, being stared at usually meant something dangerous in his future, like some kind of ill omen, but that's not true for Suguru. When he looks at Yuji, all Yuji can feel is the intensity of warmth, the wonder of being cared for, of being loved and cherished, and he makes a sharp little sound as he leans back into the bed, letting himself be stripped down to nothing, emotionally and literally.
You can take the dominant title away, but...
One arm moves, covering his eyes, shy and embarrassed, biting his lip hard. When was the last time he had sex for the sake of it, not due to a kink or a scene? He's not sure... ]
Suguru... [ Lifting his head, he breathes out. ] I... Want you to only be looking at me now, okay? I'm just for you, so look at me and no one else.
[ The skew in expectations is understandably disorienting for Yuji, who's spent years learning that any deviation meant danger. But rather than putting Yuji on the spot and expecting him to perform, Suguru is removing the shackles of obligation. Unfamiliar, unusual, and a new branch in the dynamic between them, and Suguru can imagine it leaves Yuji feeling flustered and unsure what to do with himself.
Which Suguru finds adorable.
Hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow, Suguru glances up from where his lips and tongue map the dips in Yuji's torso, following the lines of musculature to drop a kiss above his navel. Yuji's cock is waiting just below Suguru's chin, within such easy reach for his mouth, but rather than diving in, Suguru just keeps kissing down Yuji's hip, over the jut of bone, the curve of thigh. ]
No one else could hold my attention, Yuji. [ Such an easy, warm promise. ]
I can be terribly greedy with what's mine. [ Suguru chuckles against Yuji's skin, lifting one of the boy's legs as Suguru ducks lower. Lips follow Yuji's inner thigh, licking up the tensing tendons running just below his skin as his dark gaze remains glued to Yuji's face, his heaving chest, the cute hitches in his breathing.
[ In some ways, he thinks the submission is easier: he knows his role and his place there, to follow orders and instructions without hesitation, to find pleasure in not being the one in control. Yuji enjoys it, being on his knees, touching Suguru, offering himself without thinking twice, basking in the excitement of knowing that he will be taken care of. This is something different, beyond all of that, and Yuji has to relearn the rules.
Or, maybe, accept that there are no rules. That's harder.
Each kiss is like a gift, a blessing, soft and warm against his skin, and Yuji tilts his head back to moan gently. He feels so cherished, and even if Suguru hadn't admitted to his love and affection he thinks he'd have suspected, or hoped for it, wanting and desperately letting himself believe - but Suguru had said it. He had been honest about it.
Too well-trained, too practised, Yuji doesn't let his hips roc up or move. He waits, watching, licking his lips. ]
I am. Yours, I'm yours. I'll always be yours.
[ Swallowing, he groans, head pushed to the side and face pressed into the soft duvet of Suguru's bed, where he belongs. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He hates it.
But Suguru doesn't hate this. The easy way he can take Yuji into his arms, give him that direction and purpose and make him feel so safe, so cared for. He had no taste for the intimacy of a dynamic, if only because he didn't think himself capable of such emotional connections anymore, but with Yuji? He wants to give and be everything Yuji needs.
Suguru drinks Yuji's submission like the promise of blissfully fresh water to his parched throat; he accepts it almost joyfully. So much of his dynamics have always carried the inherent fear of what a submissive might actually want versus what they were trained to want, and Suguru has hated living within that undefined space. He doesn't wonder with Yuji, and that is freedom.
Yuji's hands, Yuji's mouth – Suguru can't get enough. He only breaks away again to push at Yuji's clothes, banishing his shirt and bending over the boy again to kiss his chest, his torso, his belly. Suguru's hands tuck into Yuji's waistband, and he straightens to pull pants and briefs both down, helpfully walking back on his knees to let Yuji's legs free. Once everything's been kicked away, Suguru sits back between Yuji's thighs, letting his legs fall open on either side of Suguru. Suguru will get rid of his own sweats shortly, but he takes a moment again to look down at Yuji and the pretty picture he makes. ]
You're gorgeous. [ He sighs the compliment with warmth in his voice, smiling as he leans over again to resume kissing every inch of Yuji's available skin, long black hair falling carelessly around them. ]
Perfect, just for me...
no subject
Historically, being stared at usually meant something dangerous in his future, like some kind of ill omen, but that's not true for Suguru. When he looks at Yuji, all Yuji can feel is the intensity of warmth, the wonder of being cared for, of being loved and cherished, and he makes a sharp little sound as he leans back into the bed, letting himself be stripped down to nothing, emotionally and literally.
You can take the dominant title away, but...
One arm moves, covering his eyes, shy and embarrassed, biting his lip hard. When was the last time he had sex for the sake of it, not due to a kink or a scene? He's not sure... ]
Suguru... [ Lifting his head, he breathes out. ] I... Want you to only be looking at me now, okay? I'm just for you, so look at me and no one else.
no subject
Which Suguru finds adorable.
Hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow, Suguru glances up from where his lips and tongue map the dips in Yuji's torso, following the lines of musculature to drop a kiss above his navel. Yuji's cock is waiting just below Suguru's chin, within such easy reach for his mouth, but rather than diving in, Suguru just keeps kissing down Yuji's hip, over the jut of bone, the curve of thigh. ]
No one else could hold my attention, Yuji. [ Such an easy, warm promise. ]
I can be terribly greedy with what's mine. [ Suguru chuckles against Yuji's skin, lifting one of the boy's legs as Suguru ducks lower. Lips follow Yuji's inner thigh, licking up the tensing tendons running just below his skin as his dark gaze remains glued to Yuji's face, his heaving chest, the cute hitches in his breathing.
Suguru is addicted to it. ]
I can't even take my eyes off you.
no subject
Or, maybe, accept that there are no rules. That's harder.
Each kiss is like a gift, a blessing, soft and warm against his skin, and Yuji tilts his head back to moan gently. He feels so cherished, and even if Suguru hadn't admitted to his love and affection he thinks he'd have suspected, or hoped for it, wanting and desperately letting himself believe - but Suguru had said it. He had been honest about it.
Too well-trained, too practised, Yuji doesn't let his hips roc up or move. He waits, watching, licking his lips. ]
I am. Yours, I'm yours. I'll always be yours.
[ Swallowing, he groans, head pushed to the side and face pressed into the soft duvet of Suguru's bed, where he belongs. ]
I love you.