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"I'm hungry"
Suguru looks up from his phone to where Satoru is standing in the doorway, scratching his belly. His eyes are lidded and his T-shirt sits distorted on his frame. He looks half asleep, except Suguru knows he just woke up from a two-hour nap.
"We had lunch two hours ago," Suguru goes back to scrolling idly through his phone, "I'm not cooking again."
"You're a terrible boyfriend, you know that?" Satoru is now behind the couch, leaning his weight on Suguru's back. Suguru crosses his ankles and leans back.
"And you're one insatiable manchild. Makes us even."
"Does not."
The phone is snatched from Suguru's hands and he immediately paws at Satoru to get it back. But Satoru is taller, seemingly more so since he's standing and Suguru is awkwardly half-sitting-half-lying on the couch.
"Give it back," Suguru lifts himself on his knees and reaches out again, but Satoru only pulls his arm higher.
Suguru will have to go about it differently then.
He lets his hand fall onto where Satoru's T-shirt has conveniently fallen off his shoulder. Satoru's skin feels warm under his fingertips and Suguru lets them linger for a second, looking up at his boyfriend in faux warning.
"I'll ask you one last time, Satoru." Suguru lilts his voice at the name, the way he knows makes Satoru a little weak, "Give it back."
It almost has the desired effect: Satoru's arm comes down a centimeter, but it's still too far out of Suguru's reach.
"No." Satoru is smirking now, knowing what comes next. It has happened too many times before, it will happen too many times again. It's stupid, like Satoru. Suguru knows he’s doing it on purpose but he gives in anyway.
He fists the collar of Satoru's shirt and pulls him down, crashing their lips together.
Satoru smells like sleep and the annoying lavender body wash he insists on using because 'it's good for the skin, Suguru!'. His lips are soft and he tastes like strawberry, the one flavour Suguru hates, accepting it only when it's on Satoru's tongue.
They pull apart when Suguru manages to pry his phone out of Satoru's hands. It's Suguru's turn to smirk now. "You're too weak," he chides the strongest man in the world, "put up some resistance, babe. "
Satoru looks like an idiot, grinning like that. Suguru wants to kiss him again. "Maybe I like being weak," He lifts a hand to brush Suguru's bangs out of his face, "for you."
Suguru's face feels warm. He can't tell if it's from Satoru's touch or his words.
"You're wayyyy too sappy," he drawls, "you're lucky I love you."
Satoru's hand settles on Suguru's neck, "That I am." He pecks his lips again and again. "What I also am, is hungry."
Suguru chuckles, "I wasn't lying when I said I'm not cooking again, go help yourself."
"So that kiss was for nothing?" Satoru pouts. Suguru kisses it off his face. "No, that was to get my phone back. Now shoo," He shoves Satoru lightly and flops back down on the couch.
"Tch. Worth a try," Satoru sighs but walks off to the kitchen anyways, dragging his feet. "You really are a terrible boyfriend. Hot, but terrible."
"Thank you," Suguru answers from the couch. He can no longer see Satoru behind the island but he might as well be able to, Satoru isn't exactly quiet. It's endearing. "I think you're hot as well. If you send my kitchen up in flames, though, no matter how hot you are I will kill you."
"Murder isn't nice, dear," Satoru emerges from behind the island with a jar of cookies in hand, "Also I think I'll be hotter while committing arson. Get it? Hot?" He looks proud of himself, lopsided grin and all. Suguru huffs. "Buy a new sense of humour with all the money in your bank account, will you?"
"What if it's too expensive?" Satoru whistles as he neatly lines three cookies on his palm, "Who'll be your sugar daddy then?"
"We can rob a bank together," Suguru shrugs. "Or I can do that alone. Then I can be your sugar daddy instead."
Satoru chokes visibly and Suguru feels a little victorious despite the sudden flutter in his stomach.
"We'll see about that," Satoru has acquired a bottle of chocolate syrup now, the cookies still sitting peacefully in his hand. Suguru blinks as Satoru pops the lip open. "Speaking of sugar, you're gonna get diabetes pretty fucking soon." He sits up to get a better view of the disaster his boyfriend is cooking up, "Didn't you finish the strawberry shortcake after lunch?"
"Huh? No, I did that before lunch," Satoru replies nonchalantly as he squeezes meaningless patterns of chocolate onto the first cookie. Suguru watches him move onto the second and then the third, each with wilder and grosser swirls of syrup than the last. It drips onto his palm, smears a stark brown against the baby blue of his shirt.
"That's gross. At Least use a plate, you're soiling your hands." Suguru reluctantly gets up from the couch to get him one himself, he's certain Satoru isn't going to move an inch.
"That's what soap is for," Satoru uses his free hand to pop the least gross-looking cookie in his mouth. It stains his fingertips and lips in chocolate. "You don't know the joy of eating without utensils, Suguru."
"I know the pain of cleaning afterwards," Suguru holds out a bowl, although he admits the sight of a chocolate stained Satoru isn't too bad to look at.
Satoru bites into a second cookie. Suguru is certain he hadn't finished chewing the first.
"Why are you like this," Suguru sighs and puts the bowl aside, it's useless. "And why do I love you anyway."
Satoru grins. His teeth are brown. "You love me exactly because I'm like this," He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, except he's wearing a short sleeved shirt so it gets on his arm instead.
And yeah, Suguru loves him exactly because he's like this.
Satoru reaches for the third cookie but Suguru plucks it out of his hands first, placing it in his mouth, looking Satoru in the eye.
It's.. sweet.
The cookie was sweet to begin with and the added syrup makes it almost too sweet, but because Satoru is good at everything it somehow isn't. It melts in Suguru's mouth and he closes his eyes at the taste- it tastes like chocolate and sugar and Satoru. Wait-
Suguru realises Satoru's lips are on his, and soon enough Satoru is knocking with his tongue on Suguru's teeth asking for permission to be let inside. Suguru grants it promptly and then Satoru's hands are in his hair and cupping his jaw and suddenly Suguru forgets what he was even doing.
He pants as Satoru pulls away after what feels too soon and comes to the belated realisation that the cookie is gone from his mouth.
"You-"
"Took back my cookie, yes," Satoru finishes for Suguru, looking satisfied with himself. His hands are still in Suguru's hair. Suguru realises there's now syrup on both their chins.
"My hair is dirty now," He complains.
Satoru takes that as his cue to card a hand through his hair, dirtying it further. "You can shower later." His voice is an octave lower and it does things to Suguru's insides. Showering with Satoru sounds lovely right now.
Suguru wraps his arms around Satoru's waist, pulling himself closer.
"And you got it on my face.." He drawls.
Suguru's skin tickles as Satoru slides his tongue up his chin. "I'll lick it off." He giggles at the feeling. Satoru licking the syrup off his face doesn't sound like a bad idea either.
"You also got it on the floor and your clothes," Suguru wonders if Satoru has a magical solution for that too.
"Who cares about those," Satoru says. Of course he doesn't.
"You also took my cookie," Suguru leans in, looking at Satoru's pale lashes gently brushing his skin and the quirk of his lips and the crinkle of his nose that only pops up when he's so obviously happy.
Maybe Suguru wanted a last taste of the cookie or maybe he just hadn't had enough of Satoru. As he presses their lips together again, Suguru wonders if he ever will.