TITLE: Strawberry Jelly AUTHOR: SpicyRoll (SpicyR0ll) on AO3
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You know...you could be a little rougher with me.
Ever since those words spilled from Suguru's lips months ago from their last rendezvous; they echoed through Satorus's mind, embedded themselves deeply in every wrinkle of his brain.
Rough. Suguru wanted him to be more rough.
Suguru, the minx, knew exactly what effect those words had on him. Satoru was too stunned to act, his mouth opening and closing like an idiot. Suguru had rolled his eyes and then rolled the two of them over so Satoru was the one pinned under his hips. That night, Suguru had ridden him so slowly until Satoru could do little other than to whine and gasp under him.
But tonight...Satoru decided he would rise to the occasion. He wanted to see how far he could push Suguru, how far that blush could spread, and how much he could beg.
Satoru's mouth was dry, his foot tapped against the floor erratically. He glanced nervously outside the window, the twinkling Tokyo lights under the night sky did little to ease his mind.
Maybe some strawberry jelly would help distract him. Nothing like some pure sugar with artificial fruit flavoring to help ease the "I-want-to-fuck-the-ego-out-of-my-evil-cult-leader-boyfriend" nerves. He peeled the wrapper off of the top of the mini jelly and held it upside down over his mouth.
The hotel lock beeped and the door clicked open. Satoru froze with the jelly cup hovering above his lips.
Suguru stepped into the room and watched as a miniature strawberry jelly very unsexily bounced off the corner of Satoru's mouth and landed on the expensive carpeted floor with a wet plop.
"Hi." Suguru's eyebrows raised at the sad jelly on the carpet. "Don't tell me you're still gonna eat that."
Satoru never felt more offended in his life. "Hi. And don't be ridiculous. The 'Five Second Rule' still applies here." He looked down at the jelly. He didn't need his Six Eyes to tell him there was a thick coating of carpet fibers on the sticky, shiny surface. He looked back up at Suguru's mildly disgusted face.
"I feel like if I eat it you won't want to touch me."
Suguru grinned, "You're not wrong about that." He looked around the room. Satoru really spared no expense when it came to their meetings. In the middle of the room, there was a bed so large it would've been insulting to call it "king sized". Floor to ceiling glass panes gave them a 180 degree view of the Tokyo Skyline. Satoru was sitting on a Striad Lounge chair near one of the windows, one of his long, elegant legs placed on top of the other.
"I'm going to shower first, I still smell like those monkeys back at the temple."
Satoru rolled his eyes. "Your people don't give off any kind of smell. They'd probably leave your ridiculous cult if they knew what you really thought of them."
