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"Bite me," Satoru tells him softly.
Suguru looks up from where he was kissing and sucking at his neck. He's not sure he heard Satoru right. "What?" He cannot keep the incredulity from creeping into his voice and he knows he's looking at Satoru with bug eyes.
"Bite me." He sounds surer this time, unbothered by Suguru's reaction.
"Why?" Suguru asks while freeing Satoru's hand from his hair and bringing his fingers up to his lips. He puts the tip of his pointer finger between his teeth and puts the tiniest bit of pressure.
Satoru chuckles at him from underneath and pulls his hand away. "Not like that, you idiot."
"Then?"
"Here," he points at his neck and bares it for Suguru.
Suguru is still unsure of it all. "You sure?" he asks. Satoru only nods.
Suguru bends down, hovering above the place where his neck meets his shoulder and after a few seconds of deliberation, bites down on the skin. He's afraid to hurt Satoru, and also not sure if this is a good idea.
"That's it?" Satoru asks him. "Oh, come on, Suguru," he grumbles, "I want you to leave a mark. Do it hard enough so I can feel it for days after." He practically orders Suguru, and who is he to tell him no.
Suguru bites down harder this time, trying to find a balance between Satoru's wants and his need to not hurt him seriously. He soon realises that it's an impossible line to draw because Satoru is not one to cry out in pain. Aside from the harsh breath that he draws when Suguru earnestly puts pressure on his bite, he remains quiet.
He eases up to look at Satoru's neck; there's a perfect impression of his teeth in the skin. It looks painful to him, but Satoru is looking at him with such blissful, glassy eyes, he's sure he has never seen him be this pleased at anything he has done to him.
Satoru is really getting on Suguru's last nerve today, and it is only noon.
First, he'd whined about the 'boring' mission they'd been assigned. A Grade 2 curse was so beneath him. A waste of his talents and time. Yap yap yap. Suguru hadn't even had a coffee or cigarette yet, but he'd listened with a saintly patience that he was sure Satoru had no appreciation for.
After the mission, he'd gloated relentlessly about how he'd been the one to finish off the curse, a self-satisfied grin on his face as he rubbed it in Suguru's. Don't worry, Suguru, maybe next time I'll let you win. I can give you some pointers if you want. Yap yap yap.
Suguru might have felt like a better sport about it, had Satoru not purposely barrelled into him and pushed him out of the way to steal the finishing blow on the curse.
Still, Suguru let Satoru have his stupid victory; he just rolled his eyes at the boasting, and gave Satoru a light shove when he leaned into Suguru's space to poke at his arm in jest.
But now that they are back on campus, Suguru lets out a weary sigh as Satoru is torturing poor Nanami with teasing questions about his love life. On another day, Suguru might have quietly enjoyed the little scene and then burst into giggles with Satoru after an exasperated Nanami left.
But Suguru has a different impulse today.
He gracefully slips beside Satoru mid-yap and places his hand on Satoru's shoulder, fingers resting near the crook of his neck.
"Tsk, Satoru..." Suguru purrs, a warm smile on his face as he subtly presses his fingers against the spot he knows is bruised with a bite mark. His bite mark.
The pressure is light at first, but his shrewd eyes notice the flush already rising on Satoru's cheeks.
"Remember how I told you before that you're too rude sometimes?" he chides. His fingers press down harder on the tender spot, the expression on his face staying as gracious as ever. "I think you should give Nanami a break, don't you?"
Satoru just nods slowly, his eyes practically glazed over. Suguru can feel the way Satoru's body has gone still and pliant at his touch, and the kindness of Suguru's smile masks a sly satisfaction blooming deeper. Last night, he had been worried about hurting Satoru when he'd told Suguru to bite him, but Suguru has to admit… he's starting to see the appeal now.
Nanami raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he watches Satoru simply agree. But he is the last person to have any inclination to learn the mechanism behind the docility Suguru's words have inflicted on Satoru.
So Nanami simply utters a slow "thanks..." to Suguru for his intervention.
Suguru lets his hand slip from Satoru's shoulder, and talks politely with Nanami for a few moments about subjects more agreeable to their reserved peer. Satoru barely strings two more words together.
When Nanami takes his leave, Satoru immediately looks at Suguru with an urgency in his eyes.
"Let's go back to mine, Suguru." There's nearly a pleading whine to his voice. He might as well be drooling.
"Hmm..." Suguru hums sweetly, taking his time with the syllable. He suddenly feels blessed with all the patience in the world. "Do you think you deserve that, Satoru~?"