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Suguru kisses you deeply, his tongue parting your malleable lips with practiced ease. He knows you’ll always let him in. You can feel him smirk against your lips as his hand cradles your jaw, thumb pressing against your cheekbone.
His other hand slides down your belly, tugging at the loose waistband of your shorts. You hum, rubbing yourself on his thigh lazily. His eyes glint, something mischievous glossy and bright in his irises.
But before you can feel his fingers slide into your wetness-
Your subconscious is cruelly pulled away from your dream as your ears sharpen with the rustling of something coming from the kitchen. Your eyes are heavy as you try to convince yourself that it’s just part of your dream, that Suguru will go back to kissing you…
But he’s fast asleep next to you, an arm wrapped loosely around your waist. His hair is splayed over his pillow in an inky halo and his nose is buried in your neck.
Well, maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You try to convince yourself of it, fantasizing about Suguru’s hands to put yourself back to sleep.
Just as you’re on the precipice of tumbling into unconsciousness, you hear another series of noises. This time, it sounds like footsteps and maybe if you were a little more alert, you would be able to recognize the footfall.
Your heart rate spikes as adrenaline fills your lungs. “Suguru,” you mumble, sitting up and shaking his shoulders, “Baby-”
A sharp gasp escapes your lips when the noises become louder as fear begins to seize your heart. Your hands inadvertently begin to shake as Suguru wakes up blearily. He instantly grows more alert the moment he sees the urgency on your face.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
You don’t have a chance to answer because he hears it, too. He instantly jumps into action and you follow suit, ignoring his soft instruction to stay behind.
“Someone is in our home, I am not staying behind,” you hiss stubbornly. Suguru only looks at you fondly and despite the potential that your home is being robbed, he pecks your forehead.
The scent that clings to his grey t-shirt comforts you but not more than the vice grip you have around his bicep. Your home isn’t that big, it’s a two bedroom apartment, but it seems to take a lifetime to reach the living room from your bedroom. You can vaguely make out a silhouette in the darkness when you squint without your glasses on (your eyesight is terrible).
“What is that? Is that a person?” you whisper yell, “Is that a person or did you recently purchase a tall cactus?”
Suguru snorts but you can tell that the tension has eased out of his shoulders. You hear a laugh come from the silhouette, a laugh that you would recognize anywhere.
“Satoru decided to pay us a visit,” Suguru says dryly.
“At..two in the morning?!” you nearly shriek, glaring at Satoru harshly when Suguru turns the lights on. The sudden light does absolutely nothing to soothe your adrenaline as your hands shake. Satoru has the gall to laugh at you- and truly, it’s because you look adorable. Glaring at him with squinted eyes and lines of sleep on your cheeks. You cross your arms over your chest and Satoru is shameless when he stares at your skin through the holes of your muscle tank.
Well, it’s Suguru’s muscle tank and now it’s been claimed as yours. Satoru already knows that you’re wearing shorts under the tank (from the numerous times he’s slept over when you three were still all best friends, and nobody was dating or fucking each other).
Satoru glares at Suguru and you, as if you’ve both offended him.
“Sorry ‘bout him, darling,” Suguru murmurs, kissing your hair, “I’ll make us some tea.”
“You look stupid when you can’t see shit,” Satoru says bluntly, “Tell your lil boyfriend to go get your glasses.”
“My lil boyfriend is making your dumbass tea because you broke into our home,” you hiss, poking him in the shoulder harshly. He’s decided to sit at the circular dining table, giving you easy access to bully him physically in the same way that he bullies you verbally.
“Our home?” he nearly screeches, “Since when has it been our home? Did you both move in together? And not tell me? Fuck you both-”
“What is your problem, Satoru? You need to bless us every step of the way with our relationship?”
He looks like he wants to say something, but bites his tongue at the last moment. And truly, you’re just baiting him. You already know what his problem is, and Suguru does, too. You know he’s lonely, missing his friends and feeling strange about not being the central part of your friendships. Both of you have been waiting for him to just come clean, tell you both that he missed his best friends and was afraid of the shift in dynamic. You think there’s something more there, too. You know Gojo Satoru too well by now to not be able to read in between the lines.
Looking over your shoulder, you meet Suguru’s eyes. He nods subtly at you.
When you hand his tea to Satoru, you linger, waiting to see if he has anything more to say. He bites his glossy bottom lip unsurely before looking up at you and muttering a soft thanks. You sigh once more, turning to go fetch your own cup of tea, but he tugs on your hand with his much larger one.
He’s always been warm, but you both know Suguru runs warmer.
So you stand close, allowing his hand to slip out of yours and rest on your thigh innocently. His fingers twitch, as if he wants to squeeze you tightly. But he does nothing, nothing without your and Suguru’s permission.
But you and Suguru have already discussed this, many times. The air shifts just barely, ripe for the taking. And you certainly hope Satoru takes what he wants. It’s uncharacteristic of him not to, after all.
“Are you done being an ass?” you say rudely, threading your hands in his hair and tugging his head backwards. He winces slightly with wide eyes, searching for Suguru in curiosity. Suguru leans against the kitchen counter and sips his tea, shrugging easily with a slight smile.
“You can touch me, you know,” you continue, “You can touch both of us. You just had to ask, honey.”
Satoru’s plush lips part and you can’t resist tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. You call him a silly, stupid boy and he pulls you into his lap immediately, hands squeezing your thighs and your waist as if he cannot believe that it’s 2:30 AM and he is in his best friend’s apartment with his other best friend straddling him.
Suguru kisses his cheek and Satoru turns to capture Suguru’s lips with his own.
It’s a tight fit with the three of you in bed, and Satoru debates whether he should leave or not. But Suguru stops that train of thought immediately when he takes one look at Satoru’s hesitant eyes.
You’re draped over Suguru’s chest as your breaths begin to even out, your hand lax around his waist. He holds you gingerly against him so as to not jostle you and he kisses the crown of your head. It’s a moment that Satoru feels like he should avert his eyes from, but he can’t help it. He can’t help but be drawn to it and you both know it.
“You can stay,” Suguru says easily, “You should stay.”
“There’s no space,” Satoru says stubbornly.
“There’s always space, Satoru,” he replies, “Come here.”
You turn your head to meet his eyes and Satoru gets an eyeful of your chest. He doesn’t bother looking away. You grumble at him, demanding to know why the lights were still on when you were so tired.
“Come here, Satoru,” you demand softly, but firmly, “Come to bed.”
And so he does, with Suguru tucked in between you and Satoru.