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“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Suguru asked, watching Shoko pour flour into a bowl.
“Yes, I want to do it by myself. Once I’m done, you two can taste it and-“
“And get food poisoning? No thank you,” Satoru said, making a face at the mess in the kitchen.
Shoko grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at Satoru “Just go watch the movie without annoying me.”
“You never made anything for my birthday, but you can make one for Suguru?” Satoru pouted, then made a face at the flour that landed on his clothes. “This is so not fair! You didn’t even give me anything. "
“I gave you candy,” Shoko pointed out, while Suguru brushed off the flour on Satoru’s clothes. He hoped they wouldn’t start a food fight again because the last time the three of them had a food fight, Yaga sensei gave them detention for three months.
“From the vending machine!”
"Okay, that’s enough. Let’s go, Satoru,” he said, pushing the other towards the door.
"Well, at least now you know which one I find more tolerable,” Shoko called out, goading Satoru.
Satoru turned around as if readying for a fight. “Satoru no, stop it. Can we not fight on my birthday? He glanced at him at that, his body slowly relaxing. “You know she’s just using my birthday as an excuse,” he shot Shoko a knowing look. Shoko just smirked back at him.
Going out for lunch and a movie night was their usual birthday celebration routine. Except this time, Shoko suddenly decided that she wanted to try making a birthday cake for Suguru. They all know she’s trying to make one today to check if it comes out correctly so she’ll be able to make a good one for Utahime on her birthday.
Suguru, done with his usual hair care routine, placed his comb on the table and tied his hair just as the movie reached its end. The couple just made their confession and leaned forward to kiss. Satoru looked away, making a face, his nose scrunched up.
“What?” he asked, smiling. He loved the little expressions Satoru makes, though Shoko calls them gremlin faces. Didn’t he like the movie?
“What’s so great about kissing anyway?”
Suguru raised an eyebrow. “Why? You don’t like it?”
Satoru remained silent, picking up a cushion and hugging it tight.
"Wait...You haven’t kissed?”
“No? I’ve been locked up at home until now. How many times do I-wait, you have? "
"Yeah, a few times,” he said almost nonchalantly as he forced himself not to think about how Satoru hadn’t had his first kiss.
Satoru sat up. “What? What? How? Who?
"Hey, calm down,” he said, pushing Satoru down when he tried to lean in close. Now that this conversation was brought up, all he could think about was Satoru's lips, his eyes flickering to them every few seconds, even more than usual.
Once, when I was about twelve, this girl who I used to play with and I guess a few times with my ex”
“Your ex?”
“Yeah, I dated this older guy in my town before I came here." He noticed the look Satoru was giving him. Okay, maybe he should change the topic.
“You’ve been in a relationship? And you never told me?”
“It wasn’t important.” Satoru glanced away as if hurt. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Trying to salvage this conversation, he said, "Besides, it wasn’t that great anyway.” He didn’t want to ruin this thing of theirs, whatever it was, that had been brewing for some time. "Hey, we broke up okay? He said I was a weirdo because I could see curses. "
Satoru looked up at that, his eyes narrowing. A second later he went back to his pouting, crossing his arms. “I can’t believe you’ve kissed and been in a relationship before me.”
“It really wasn’t that great.”
Satoru was silent for a while, staring at the screen while Suguru tried to think of a way to change the subject.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” That wasn’t what he was expecting.
“I want to know what it feels like.”
“Satoru I-“
“What? You said you’ve done it before, right? So teach me how to do it. " He turned towards him, moving forward until their knees touched. His big blue eyes were looking up at him eagerly. “I want to know what it feels like.”
“Normally you do it with someone you like.”
"Well, you’re my best friend I lo- I like you enough.”
Suguru looked away. He could feel his face heating up. He should not do this. Every rational part of his body was saying this was a bad idea. If he did this, there was no going back. All their little touches and glances, the little things they chalked up to just friendship, they’ll have a different meaning now. He’s sure they won’t be able to go back from this.
“Come on or were you lying about it or are you really bad at it,” he said with a smirk, knowing he would get riled up by that. “Besides, it’s not like I have anything to compare it to, so it’s going to be good no matter what.”
Suguru gave in. He couldn’t help it. He’s been wanting to do this for so long, different scenarios playing in his head over and over, hoping one day it could be reality.
“Close your eyes,” he said, and Satoru obeyed. Long eyelashes brushed against his cheeks.
Suguru reached out and cupped Satoru’s face, thumb softly stroking his cheek. He could feel his heart pounding loudly in his ears.
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time. He had to be sure. He didn’t want this to be something Satoru regretted doing.
Every single coherent thought left his body after Satoru whispered a soft yes. He closed his eyes as he leaned in, barely brushing their lips together. It was like a dam opened and all the feelings he had locked inside for so long came pouring out. He pressed more firmly, deepening their kiss. He felt Satoru gasp, his soft lips tasting like the strawberries he stole from Shoko. After a few seconds, Satoru pressed back, copying him, lips moving against each other like a dance. He deepened the kiss, their lips slotting together like pieces in a puzzle.
They almost melted into each other's arms, pulling each other as close as possible. Satoru’s hands moved to Suguru’s hair, removing his hair tie as he ran a hand through the strands, tugging at the ends.
He parted his lips and glided his tongue against Satoru’s lips. Satoru jolted at that, making a surprised noise that Suguru would never be able to forget. He followed Suguru’s movements, opening his mouth, allowing Suguru to slip inside.
He tried to slow down and break away, afraid he was pushing Satoru too far, but just as he moved back, Satoru followed his lips, climbing onto his lap.
Their kisses started getting more heated, almost desperate; their breathing grew ragged as they panted against each other’s mouths whenever they broke away.
Suguru wrapped his arm around his waist and leaned forward until Satoru lay on the couch with Suguru above him. He captured his lips again, but after a few seconds, he moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses from Satoru’s mouth to his neck. Biting and sucking leaving marks on his pale skin.
Satoru was now whispering his name, almost moaning it. “Suguru... Suguru...” His fingers dragged across Suguru’s skin. He caught his lips again, so Satoru couldn’t say anything anymore. He would combust if Satoru said his name like that again.
Satoru pulled him down, pressing their bodies together until they were almost grinding against each other. Satrou let out a moan that went straight to his dick. He knows Satoru can feel him against his leg since Suguru sure as hell can feel Satoru. He swallows the next moan Satoru lets out to drown his own .
He couldn’t bear it anymore. He broke away. “Satoru I-“
The door banged open. "Guys, I think it came out good try-“
They sprang away as if struck by lightning, moving to the ends of the couch. Suguru felt like his whole body was on fire. He looked towards the door, where Shoko stood holding a plate with a slice of cake on it.
She had a shit eating grin on her face.
“I’ll just let y'all be,” she said, her grin growing even wider.
Then she slammed the door shut.