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God fucking damnit. The mission was supposed to be easy. Between the two of them, a semi grade 1 curse is a toy that breaks too easily. Except they didn't both to notify that there was a whole goddamn bunch of those things. And now they were stuck in the rain in the middle of nowhere. Yeah sure, he could turn on his Limitless and just not get wet but the damn idiot beside him was already drenched through, and....you know, solidarity. He could do that.
Hmmm...the material of these uniforms really were flimsy huh, he could definitely see the outline of his...
Oh. A house.
Wow.... Abandoned. He guessed it shouldn't come as a surprise considering the hordes of those slimy curses that were infesting the place. Oh well. Shelter! Yay!
"You should take that off before you get pneumonia or something."
"Dying to see me strip, huh?"
"Right. I'd love to watch you die from hypothermia though."
"Awww, don't be mad I can block the rain and you can't, Suguru-chaaaaaan"
"...." "Why didn't you?"
"Oh, you know, it's humbling to sometimes to experience what plebs feel like."
Suguru scoffed and started shrugging off his uniform. His usually baggy trousers clung to his calves and Satoru couldn't help but run his eyes along them. Thank fuck for these glasses, he thought for a second, hysterically, while ogling the other boy's profile, just as the profile turned, hair now down, half covering his face, "what?"
"What?"
"What are you staring at, you blind idiot?"
"Oh nothing really. You should cut back on gulping those curses you know. Getting a lil chubby right here", he said patting his belly toned washboard abs.
"Strip."
Satoru felt the word zap through his entire body, up his spine and down to his crotch. He shivered visibly. He stared incredulously, wondering if he was hallucinating things.
"Seriously, are you trying to die from hypothermia? Take off those bloody clothes, there's already so much water dripping down on the floor, you'd drown if your brain wasn't so light that gravity didn't affect you anymore."
Oh. Right. Huh.
Satoru stripped of his clothes wordlessly for once, pushing his hair back and turned around, only in his briefs, to see Suguru sprawled over a dusty futon.
HUH???
"I was checking the cupboards when you were spacing out, looking for some sorely needed intelligence."
Suguru shrugged, and added, "there's only one though, and I'm not sleeping on the floor. So, share."
He glared. Just like a threatening mother, but was he supposed to find his mom hot??? Satoru thought nonsensically.
So, there they were, almost squished together on a dusty, probably mouldy futon, wearing nothing but their briefs, while Satoru was battling an existential crisis. And his second gay awakening. And a boner.
HOW WAS THIS MORON ASLEEP?
"Oi. What's wrong?" Said the asleep person, the reason for his slowly crumbling sanity and self-control.
"Why?"
"You're too quiet."
"Thought you preferred me keeping my mouth shut."
Suguru stiffened against him.
"Since when did that bother you?"
"Don't tell me you actually love my voice, Suguru-chan?"
"Ugh, never mind. Shut up."
Suguru's breathing slowed and evened out, his back rising and sinking peacefully. Satoru wanted to reach out and touch it. He...he wouldn't know. Satoru reached out, his fingers trembling, as he touched the nape of Suguru's neck with a touch, feather light, even he himself wasn't sure it was real. Suddenly a hand gripped his wrist, hard.
"What are you doing?"
Suguru had somehow turned around and raised himself up, gripping Satoru's wrist and looking down at him.
Satoru opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish, then gulped and wet his lips nervously. Suguru's eyes tracked the movement and something in his eyes hardened as his grip on his arm tightened just a bit more.
Oh. OHHHH.
A lazy smirk spread across his lips as he looked up at the predatory gaze directed at him. Mhmmm, he liked that. It was a good look on Suguru's face.
"Oh my. That's unexpected."
Suguru said nothing, glaring. He was still gripping Satoru's wrist. Satoru reached up with his other arm, this time sliding a finger down Suguru's jaw, resting his hand at the base of his ear.
"Do you like this? You gotta tell me, Suguru-chan, or how will this blind idiot know how to make you happy", Satoru grinned devilishly.
Before he could say much more, his wrist suddenly felt empty while a pair of lips crashed against his, the crook of an arm below his waist, pulling him up. Satoru wasted no time in responding, wrapping himself around those broad shoulders, running his fingers hungrily against Suguru's back. His fingers burned and he knew he needed more. Much more. He tried to pull away and Suguru growled, sucking at his lip and forcing his mouth open more.
God, this man won't let me breathe.
When they finally broke apart, Satoru was ecstatic and a little dazed, but still sharply registering an erection that wasn't his, poking against his thigh.
Suguru was pinning him down, almost straddling him at this point, with a wild look in his eyes but when Satoru looked back at him, he seemed to remember something and made as if to back off.
Satoru maintained his grip though, asking, a little too hoarsely than he would have liked, "you like being rough, huh?"
Suguru didn't respond, looking away. Satoru made a face. "C'mon Suguru, don't bail on me now."
When Suguru still kept looking away pointedly, Satoru held his chin and forced him to look at him and said, "Say it. How do you want me? Say it, and you can have me any way you want."
Suguru's eyes glinted and he thought for a second, almost like he was observing the body pinned beneath him, before slowly taking Satoru's hands and slamming them against the floor above his head, and holding it there. Satoru chuckled and whispered, "oh baby, I'll be your main course and your dessert."