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Before Satoru even clicked the door to his apartment closed, Suguru was on him instantly. Suguru's tongue caught the groan that rose in his throat, and Satoru felt a smile slide across his lips against him, the bastard. He had been watching Suguru all day, and he knew it. When Suguru was flexing and stretching before lightly sparring with the students, pulling up his thick, glossy hair to keep it out of his face. He couldn't help but stare. Satoru had been so distracted that Megumi had to keep elbowing him with an annoyed glare. Satoru felt very grateful at that moment that Megumi wasn't in his apartment, with him pressed against the door like this, moaning and melting into Suguru shamelessly. He'd never hear the end of it, and Nobara was already lethal with her teasing.
Satoru shivered as Suguru's hand, which was firmly grabbing his ass, raked and tugged on his hair. The sweat that clung to Suguru's muscles from them both teaching outside smelled good, too good. It was still sweat, but everything about Suguru was attractive to him. It was still him, his Suguru. Satoru knew if he voiced this aloud, Suguru would tease him about pheromones, which he had before, so he swallowed the thought.
"You couldn't keep your eyes off me today, could you, baby?" Suguru asked, his voice breathy and thick and enough to make Satoru's dick twitch.
Suguru moved to Satoru's neck, lips pressing against the sensitive skin, his cat-like eyes boring into his the way Satoru likes.
"Someone's in a teasing mood today." Satoru laughed, grateful that he still had the ability to speak.
"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you, either."
"Yeah?"
Suguru hummed against him, his lips giving way to his tongue, his kisses melting into bites. Satoru loved this, but he tightened his grip on Suguru's shoulder to get his attention. Suguru pulled back, raising an eyebrow. His hair was down and mussed, lips swollen and red, and Satoru felt like the luckiest man in the world. Realizing he was staring, Satoru cleared his throat.
"No marks where the students can see them. I can't embarrass Megumi too much."
Suguru smiled, fondness pushing his eyes to a crinkle.
"I think we can manage to do that in other ways." Suguru agreed, letting his teeth scrape against his neck before relenting.
Satoru slid his arms from around Suguru's shoulders to his waist, muscle memory bringing him to the spot he always held, unthinking. Suguru moved his leg between Satoru's legs, and Satoru finally let a moan slip, pride be damned. Suguru liked it when he was noisy, anyway. His neighbors didn't, but that was barely a concern, especially when Suguru was looking at him like that. His eyes were dark with desire, and even after years of being together it still always thrilled him that his feelings were matched. He always wanted Suguru, always. Suguru moved his hands to Satoru's thighs, fingers playful.
