𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 | 𝚔. 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊

- Spoon -

"Can we-" I pause, the question dripping with sensation, "-take this under the sheets?"

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Suga nods in reply, the faint dust of heat dashing his cheekbones. The answer flows over and sets my chest ablaze. I roll off the bed, allowing Sugawara to pull away the bedsheets. He does so, his fingers nimble, tucking the sheets at the foot of the bed. I slide in, the covers quick to make their return.

I pull them over my nose, the familiar scent of Sugawara washing over my senses. Sweet vanilla drips down my throat as Suga slides underneath the sheets beside me. His presence fills the space with warmth. I shift, connecting my gaze with his. My words are soft.

"Come here."

Suga's expression clouds, then softens. He rolls, slowly, before I embrace him, wrapping my arms around his waist. His heartbeat races against my grasp. The bedsheets rest at our shoulders, soft and warm.

While he does have his dominant moments, Suga, at the depths of it all, is a soft bottom. I blanket him in warmth and he melts under me, snuggling into my touch, gazing at me like I'm the only person in his world. Right now, he's the little spoon. I share a soft smile with myself. I love this part of him, this part that's vulnerable and warm. He opens up for me, only for me, and I adore it.

My chin rests against the nape of his neck. I inhale, drowning in the scent of Suga's cedarwood cologne. It's an unexpected, sharp note, twisted with hints of laundry detergent and vanilla. I sigh contentedly against his skin, causing him to shift in place.

"What happened to going to practice?" I breathe, running my fingers along his chest. His heartbeat quickens.

"Travel doesn't take long." He murmurs. We have twenty minutes left, tops.

"Don't you need warmup time?"

He shakes his head in denial, pressing himself closer to my chest. "Only you matter."

We fall to silence, the gentle rumble of his heartbeat pounding underneath my fingertips. I feel the lines of his muscle against me, strong and warm. The ability to protect flows from him. He is the perfect teacher, patient, kind, and always willing to listen and provide advice. I close my eyes and rest my head beside his.

Eventually, Sugawara gently tugs my fingers away, rolling over to face me. Our faces are mere inches apart. I feel warm waves of breath brush against my skin, the scent of mint rolling in to accommodate vanilla and cedarwood.

My eyes flutter as I take him in, his soft, silver hair, his hazel eyes, the black freckle below his left eye. I raise a hand from the depths of the covers, running a finger along his jawline. If I didn't have his attention before, I do now. We connect eyes before I close mine, shifting forward to plant a soft kiss to the freckle below his eye. The kiss is short but full of warmth.

I press another to the tip of his nose, lingering, before pulling away again. Warmth drips down my ribcage, oozing towards the open flame in my abdomen. I slide my hand down his neck, skimming nimble fingers along the surface of his skin. He shivers. I can feel his heartbeat rushing below my fingertips.

I lean into another kiss, savoring the taste of his lips. I slide my hand down to rest against his chest. My heart patters on as the first wave is set ablaze. Sugawara is blushing as the flames slither ever higher in my throat. I watch his eyes, my lips parted in careful consideration. The taste of him lingers on them, sweet vanilla and cherry Chapstick.

"You're so sweet." I hum, running my tongue over my lips.

Our gazes are clouded, my eyelids hooded in comfortable warmth. I finish by planting kisses along his jawline. These kisses, pressed and overflowing with want, are different than the rest. I start at his chin and move toward his ear, his breaths ragged against my skin. The flames climb higher, clouding my throat with euphoria.

But the high doesn't last. Sugawara's phone begins to vibrate, interrupting me before I can drag him down with me. I pull away from Suga's neck, smirking. The flames sputter. Part of me is disappointed, but most of me isn't surprised. Teasing will be saved for another day.

"Looks like someone's late." I initiate a final kiss before throwing away the covers. I fight off a shudder and sit up in bed. The sheets pile around our feet, crumpled and still warm.

"Not yet, I'm not." Sugawara slides out of bed, offering a hand to me. I slide my fingers in his and get out of bed, tugging him into a rushed embrace. I snatch his car keys from his pocket with nimble fingers.

I'm the first to break away, slipping around him to give him a push in the right direction. "C'mon, Nekoma awaits." Suga releases an exasperated sigh. But he slips on his volleyball shoes regardless. They're new, a pair he bought to celebrate his last year. Time flies.

I throw open his closet, snagging Sugawara's cinch bag from the depths. I toss it to him and he catches it with ease, shouldering the bag. He searches his pockets, presumably for his keys, and I twirl them around my finger. Suga reacts to the jingling noise, his hazel stare locking upon black plastic. His eyes narrow.

"Where'd you get those?"

"Oh, I don't know, I'm just a humble pickpocket." I grin as he leaps for me, hands outstretched. Suga pauses and I drop the keys into his open palms. "Let's go."