[ The towel wraps around him, and Yuji doesn't bother attempting to start drying himself. Instead, he moves closer, sinking into Suguru's body again, not wanting to let go.
His technique has already done the job of healing any lingering marks and removing the threat of scars, so he has no hesitation when it comes to squeezing his arms around his lover, kissing the damp skin of his chest.
[ Suguru winds his one arm around Yuji, nuzzling into his hair again as he lets the boy cling, not minding that he hasn't wrapped himself up in the other towel yet. ]
It's not like Satoru is going to see it, and I think we'd both rather be in bed right now.
[ Who cares about a little dried blood in the tub? Not Suguru. ]
[ Yuji leans up into him, kissing at Suguru’s jaw, yearning for him. Wanting him. He’s not sure how to vocalise it, his hands shaking a little as he grabs at his lover. ]
Take me to bed. Look after me, Suguru. Just for tonight, please.
[ That’s not what Yuji usually asks for, it’s not who they are right now, but… He wants it. ]
[ It's not often Suguru is left trying to decipher Yuji these days, but he's not sure what to make of the tremble in Yuji's touch, the neediness that feels as vulnerable and naked as Yuji's bare skin. He feels... fragile. Breakable. ]
Look after you, hmm?
[ That's what Yuji deserves, something in the back of Suguru's mind thinks. Yuji deserves to be looked after, to be taken care of, to be loved and adored and treated kindly.
He's apparently not such a monster that he can cast aside Yuji's soft plea right off the bat.
Unwrapping his arm, Suguru reaches up and tucks his fingers under Yuji's chin, tilting his face to Suguru's. ]
I think I can remember how to do that. [ And he leans in, brushing a far gentler kiss over Yuji's lips. ]
[ Suguru might say that he doesn’t have much kindness or softness left in him these days, but Yuji knows otherwise. Maybe it’s reserved just for him, but there’s a tenderness here that’s impossible to hide or pretend, borne of love and affection.
They do take care of each other. That hasn’t changed. ]
You do it anyway.
[ Yuji leans up and into the kiss, nuzzling his face against his lover’s gently, smiling with a warmth he can’t hide despite the tears prickling at his eyes. He still hurts, but it’s better now. Just enough.
[ Suguru leans in to brush a kiss under Yuji's eye and those glimmering tears before he drops his arm from around Yuji, stepping away to dry himself and then hang the towel. No longer dripping wet, he guides Yuji out of the bathroom, down the hall, and back to the bedroom.
Back to the bed, back to crawling under blankets so Suguru can draw Yuji against his chest, into the protective circle of his arm. No rough grabbing or the sting of teeth, Suguru is gentle about his kisses, reaching up to pet his hair, his face, exploring every scar and divot of the boy's skin. ]
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His technique has already done the job of healing any lingering marks and removing the threat of scars, so he has no hesitation when it comes to squeezing his arms around his lover, kissing the damp skin of his chest.
Yuji loves him. So much. ]
If you're sure... I don't mind...
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[ Suguru winds his one arm around Yuji, nuzzling into his hair again as he lets the boy cling, not minding that he hasn't wrapped himself up in the other towel yet. ]
It's not like Satoru is going to see it, and I think we'd both rather be in bed right now.
[ Who cares about a little dried blood in the tub? Not Suguru. ]
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[ Yuji leans up into him, kissing at Suguru’s jaw, yearning for him. Wanting him. He’s not sure how to vocalise it, his hands shaking a little as he grabs at his lover. ]
Take me to bed. Look after me, Suguru. Just for tonight, please.
[ That’s not what Yuji usually asks for, it’s not who they are right now, but… He wants it. ]
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Look after you, hmm?
[ That's what Yuji deserves, something in the back of Suguru's mind thinks. Yuji deserves to be looked after, to be taken care of, to be loved and adored and treated kindly.
He's apparently not such a monster that he can cast aside Yuji's soft plea right off the bat.
Unwrapping his arm, Suguru reaches up and tucks his fingers under Yuji's chin, tilting his face to Suguru's. ]
I think I can remember how to do that. [ And he leans in, brushing a far gentler kiss over Yuji's lips. ]
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They do take care of each other. That hasn’t changed. ]
You do it anyway.
[ Yuji leans up and into the kiss, nuzzling his face against his lover’s gently, smiling with a warmth he can’t hide despite the tears prickling at his eyes. He still hurts, but it’s better now. Just enough.
It has to be. ]
… Bed?
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[ Suguru leans in to brush a kiss under Yuji's eye and those glimmering tears before he drops his arm from around Yuji, stepping away to dry himself and then hang the towel. No longer dripping wet, he guides Yuji out of the bathroom, down the hall, and back to the bedroom.
Back to the bed, back to crawling under blankets so Suguru can draw Yuji against his chest, into the protective circle of his arm. No rough grabbing or the sting of teeth, Suguru is gentle about his kisses, reaching up to pet his hair, his face, exploring every scar and divot of the boy's skin. ]
I've got you.