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"You piece of shit," he pants, breaking apart for a moment before his lips crashed down onto his once more. "I can't kiss anyone like this but you. This is all your fault, Suguru! What did you do to me?"
He pries Suguru's legs apart with his tip of shoe as he leaned in between them, their bodies pressing together in the narrow space. "And– and the night you left me all fucking pent-up, then acted like nothing ever happened–God, I fucking hate you, I can't-"
Suguru grabs Satoru's wrist, his grip tightening until it's bruising, cutting off the wild gesture. "No, you don't," he says, his voice filled with a low, dangerous certainty that sends a shiver straight down Satoru's spine as his other hand reaches out to caress Satoru's face. "You wouldn't be here, all pressed against me like this if you did, hmm?"(Or: Gojo Satoru gets the lead role for their school play, but needs help practicing his scenes. Luckily, Suguru's there to help, but things go a little off-script.)