His Hands

fever brain

Suguru

A moment ago I was cold and miserable, walking back to the dorms in the pouring rain. Now my body is ablaze since my arms are, once again, full of Satoru.

I can barely feel the water running down my face and it makes our lips melt together.

Am I tasting the rain, or Satoru? I can't tell.

It doesn't matter.

My left hand finds his waist and pulls him close as my right hand rests on the back of his neck. I swear I hear a soft moan escape his lips, making me crack a smile in between kisses.

I could've never seen this coming. This past week was torture with how thick the tension was between us. I seriously thought it was going to be this awkward until the end of the school year.

I hated the idea of never getting to be close to Satoru again, but now this. It feels almost too good to be true.

Taking his face in my own hands, I pull away from the kiss gently. He leans his forehead down to touch mine, both of us slightly breathless after the last few minutes.

"We should go inside before we catch a cold," I say, looking up into his eyes that are only an inch away.

He chuckles and agrees so we both head into the building quickly and up the elevator.

We don't look at one another, but it wasn't out of awkwardness. It felt more like we were both thinking about what might happen once we reach our dorm room.

Pulling out my keys, I unlock the door when we reach it and let him step inside first.

He lets out a small laugh,

"We should change too, we're both soaking from the rain."

I nod and set my bag down by the door,

"Good idea."

Our eyes meet for a moment before we both turn away from one another and start undressing. I pull on a pair of sweatpants, and go to tug a shirt on as I turn back around. But the feeling of a warm hand gently sliding up my shoulder blade stops me, and the shirt drops back to the ground.

"Sorry," Gojo mutters, but it doesn't sound like an apology–more so an indication that he wants more.

Lifting my head, I look over my shoulder and quirk an eyebrow,

"More?"

"More."

I turn around and bring my hand up to drag his face back to mine. Our lips crashing against one another's once more. His hands move slowly down my chest, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of my skin.

Moving my other hand to his waist, I step forward and make him step back. His back hits the opposite wall next to the closet, a moan escapes his mouth and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Our tongues meet gently at first. But as soon as Satoru sucks my lip in between his teeth, my desire boils over. Taking the hand that was cupping his cheek, I slide down his neck and rest my palm on his collar bone. My thumb finds the base of his throat, moving in small circles subconsciously.

A small whine leaves his lips as his teeth let go of mine,

"Suguru."

Oh fuck, I love the way he says my name.

He moves in to kiss me again but before he can, I reach my hand up to tilt his head slightly. I can sense his eyes open to glance at me as I make my way to kiss his jawline.