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Osamu’s too caught up in his Suna fantasies (Suna riding him nice and slow in his own bed, folding him against the kitchen counters and fucking his thighs, a little dryhumping between homies on the couch) to hear the front door open and Suna walking out of the genkan.
“Yo, Osamu,” Suna greets as he comes into view.
Osamu startles and his hand flies out from where he was mindlessly palming himself.
Suna is standing in front of the couch, eyes glued to the hand Osamu is still holding up in the air. Osamu wasn’t even properly touching himself, and he could play it off as the usual holding your crotch because that happens to dudes sometimes, okay, but he knows he’s showing a half chub through his sweatpants and he’s feeling incredibly hot in the face so no doubt Suna is ever going to buy that.
Osamu swallows. “Hi, Sunarin.”
“Didn’t know you were into voyeurism shit,” Suna says, but he doesn’t look put off by any means, and his eyes trail from Osamu’s palm down, down, down and lock on shamelessly on the tent between Osamu’s legs.
“I was readjustin’ my balls,” Osamu still tries.