[ 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. ]
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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.
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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.