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Sneaky- Suna

Suna's mouth was hot against your neck, his fingers sliding up the back of your shirt, your legs tangled with his on the bed. Your breathing was uneven, his even worse, and every slow grind of his hips had your thoughts disappearing one by one.

"Rin-" you whispered, nails dragging up his spine.

He groaned against your skin, low and needy. "Yeah? Say it again."

You tugged him back up by his jaw and kissed him - messy, deep, so full of want that he actually lost his balance for a second and laughed against your mouth.

Half his shirt was off. Your own top was pushed up. His hands were dangerously close to places that would definitely betray you.

He kissed you again, slower this time, tilting your chin just the way he knew made your stomach drop.

"I've wanted you all day," he murmured into your mouth. "Could've died waiting for you to show up."

You barely had time to answer - his phone vibrated on the pillow.

He didn't move at first, still half on top of you, lips brushing yours.

"...Ignore it," he muttered, kissing you again. "I'm busy."

You would've - god, you wanted to - but the screen lit up beside his hand.

Your brother.

Your eyes blew wide.

"Rintarō."

"Hmm?" He was kissing your collarbone now.

"Rin. It's my brother."

That got him.

Suna lifted his head, blinked, then sighed the most put-upon sigh you'd ever heard.

"You've gotta be kidding me." He grabbed the phone. "He better be dying."

You smacked his shoulder. "Answer it!"

He rolled off you just enough to sit up, still breathless, hair sticking out in every direction, shirt open, chest rising and falling quickly.

He swiped the call.

"Yo-?"

His brows lifted.

"Yeah. I'm home. What's up?" A pause. Then his gaze flicked down to you trying to pull your shirt back on. "...You're coming over?"

Your soul left your body.

He glanced at the door, then at you.

"He says he's two minutes away." Suna ended the call and tossed his phone aside. "He wants to talk about you," he said, tone flat. "Said you've been acting weird and he's worried."

"Yeah, I've been acting weird. What does he expect me to do? 'Hey, bro, so um, I'm leaving the house, where? Oh to go make out with your best friend!'" You exaggerated to Suna who just chuckled. "It's not funny," you actually felt dizzy. "What do I do? Rintarō, what if he sees me? He'll kill you-he'll kill BOTH of us-"

Suna stood and gently grabbed your wrist.

"Babe. Breathe." His voice dropped into that quiet, grounding tone he only used with you. "Nobody's dying. Worst case he yells. Best case... he doesn't."

"He'll know," you whispered. "I look- we look-"

His eyes dragged over you slowly. "Yeah. You look kissed."

"Suna! Not helping!"

He smirked, absolutely not sorry.

But when you headed for the door, he caught your chin and kissed you - fast, firm, like a claim.