His Hands

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat

Satoru

My bare chest is pressed against Suguru's as we're breathing in unison. I kiss along his collarbone before playfully sucking on his neck. This extracts a deep moan out of him and he whispers in my ear,

"Satoru, I want you–"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I shoot up, sitting upright in my bed. My breath is heavy and my alarm clock is screaming at me. The last time I woke up like this, I was having a nightmare; now, it's a wet dream.

Groaning, I hit the top of my clock with more force than I intended.

Why do I always have to wake up at the best parts?

It's 9 o'clock and Geto's been out of the dorm for at least an hour. He always opted for early classes, which I couldn't understand.

My dick is hard and now I'm grumpy since my dream ended right before it gave me more material. But now I'm too frustrated to do anything about it anyways.

The past few days have been great. And I know I agreed to take it slow, but my god, it's been absolute torture.

Maybe a cold shower will help me take my mind off of the many, many scenarios I have about Suguru at bay. I really need to get started on my Intro Business class's paper, it's due next week.

After a quick run down to the bathrooms, one irritatingly Geto free shower later, and I'm back in the dorm room getting dressed.

It looked a bit chilly out today, clouds were covering the sun. Smirking to myself, I yank on one of Suguru's classic black hoodies over my t-shirt. Afterall, it'll be heating up soon and I won't be able to take advantage of this once summer sets in.

Stepping outside, I slide my sunglasses on because even with the cloud cover the brightness still makes my eyes ache. I start to make my way towards the campus commons, a big building that has study rooms, computers, and a cafe. I wasn't up for the library today, I wanted a change of scenery.

I notice up ahead of me there are tents lining either side of the large pathway, groups of students gathered around many of them. Upon closer inspection I realize that this is a club fair.

Another student bumps shoulders with me as I pass by one of the booths, and after an exchange of quick apologies I look down at the booth I stopped in front of.

"Hey, freshman," A voice says from behind the table.

Looking at the person, I smile.

"You gave me my dorm keys, right?" I ask and hold out my hand to shake theirs,

"Satoru Gojo."

"Yes, I remember. Sora Hara," They say, shaking my hand in return and smiling.

Gesturing to the multiple pieces of artwork that was laid out on the table between us, they ask,

"Are you going to sign up for the Arts Club? I'm a part of it, it's once a week on Tuesday evenings."

I let out a nervous laugh,

"I don't think I'd be any good at art."

Sora shakes their head and smiles again,

"Nonsense, anyone can do art. It's a way of expressing yourself."

After another moment of me looking at the different types of pieces on the table, they add,

"Trust me, it'll be good for you."

I give them a look as I pull my glasses down a bit,

"You're really working this aren't you?"

Sora shrugs,