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In the spring of his second year, Satoru has his first kiss underneath the clear, blue sky and rains of cherry blossom petals softly blowing through the wind. The falling petals brush gently against his cheeks, kissing the warm, rogue pink luminosity that betrays Satoru’s will. With his eyes closed, he can feel their warm breaths merging into one, Suguru’s subtle rosewood-scented cologne tingling on his senses, and Suguru’s moist lips touching Satoru’s, staying above Satoru’s lips like it lasts forever before Suguru pulls away, looking at Satoru with eyes so tender that sends butterflies into his stomach and tickles his gut oh so addictingly.
“How was it?” Suguru asks, smiling, swiping away the petals stuck on Satoru’s head, and Satoru wants his warm hands to caress him more; later; into the distant future-
“Let’s do it again.”
Suguru chuckles, pulling Satoru close, once again kissing Satoru lightly on the lips - and the flowers inside Satoru’s heart blossom into a full bloom like these cherry blossoms in spring.
Satoru has his first real kiss in his cramped dorm room, where posters of female idols decorate his walls and ants crawling on the floor scrambling for cookie crumbs. He’s pent up from the emotions riling up at the edge of his throat after a meeting with his clan, and when he returns to his dorm with Suguru knocking on his door, all he wants is to forget - for Suguru to take him away to a temporary dreamland, where Satoru can feel light and fluffy like the clouds above, floating breezily on the sky under the mercy of the winds.
And so Suguru does, pushing Satoru gently to the wall, tilting his jaw up to reach Satoru’s lips. Suguru slips his lip through the gap resting on Satoru’s closed lips, sucking Satoru’s bottom lip softly, moving slowly and delicately across Satoru’s lips. Satoru can taste the mint on Suguru, and he wonders if Suguru can taste the orange from the candy he ate as Satoru returns the gesture he’s bestowed with, melting under Suguru’s warmth and touches that break the walls surrounding him.
And Satoru lets it be, only for Suguru and only for this moment.
Satoru has his first mind-blowing kiss on Suguru’s bed, one night when Satoru sneaks into Suguru’s dorm room after curfew hours, where the smell of smoke lingers and the humid wind blows from the open window. It’s nowhere near gentle and soft, not with the vigour pouring out through their kiss and tongues slipping in as they drink in the passion that overflows their spirit like there’s no tomorrow. Satoru’s cheeks are warm, beads of sweat trickling underneath his shirt, sounds of his blood rushing and his heart drumming are hard enough to deafen his ear. This is different - there are no flowers blooming nor the fleeting lightness engulfing his body, and instead, this is pure rapture and ecstasy - intoxicating Satoru’s mind and soul, drunk for more and more, until his breath fails him and limbs go pliant under Suguru’s touch. Satoru drinks at the sight of Suguru’s red, swollen lips, breathing fast as his toned chest goes up and down after they tear apart, and before long, Satoru kisses him again. Satoru’s hand roams underneath the cloth covering Suguru’s body, touching the places he’s always wanted to touch and lets Suguru do the same - for him to devour everything that Satoru is willing to offer.
And with Suguru, Satoru drowns in the heat of the night.