Figured I'd dress up for your birthday. [ Satoru flashes him a grin, leaves him to wonder exactly what he has in mind for this. Decent enough to be around the children, certainly. ]
I'll think about the rest of it. We've already kind of discussed that we can just ... try things. See what we like. I haven't had a lot of sex, so I never got into anything all that creative.
Might try that collar, though. Since we both like it when you get a little possessive. And I think you do like the power of making me behave, especially since you're the only one who can. [ He smirks, all heat and challenge. ]
[ Satoru goes still with a peach ring halfway to his open mouth. His cheeks flood with color and he blinks twice in the face of that smile, interested chills prickling over his back.
Eyes tracking every one of Suguru's movements, the flex of his muscles under fabric as he stretches, Satoru hesitates briefly at the question and then nods. He manages to close his mouth, but the hand with the peach ring is still uplifted, forgotten. ]
Only for you. [ Blushing, indignant, and yet still utterly entranced.
He nods again, clears his throat, and manages to verbalize his request. ] Yeah. Collar. Loop at the front you can hook your finger through. Maybe a leash, I’m less certain about that.
I’ll pick something up for your birthday. Unless you want to go shopping for it together.
( There's clear intrigue about the idea. Satoru mentions a loop and his fingers twist. The leash he wouldn't mind either, but it does pose a question. )
Is this a - ah - I don't know the word for it.
( Listen, he did a deep dive on sadism once when the previous version of Gojo told him he liked sex when it was a fight, but then he'd gotten embarrassed and pretended he hadn't. )
Hm. [ Satoru has to think about it again, propping his chin in a hand. ] I ... don't think so? Or maybe as a 'not yet' thing. I'm open to trying it--I did make that catboy joke--but I genuinely don't have a sense of whether I'm into it as more than a joke, more than just ... seeing sexy catgirls is pretty common so I'm culturally primed to think of it as sexy. [ Satoru smirks at himself for using the words 'culturally primed' in a conversation about their kinks. ]
It's just more like a claim thing. Like I belong to you. Maybe that makes me your human pet. I do like it when you pet my hair. [ Satoru grins at him for a minute and then digs in the bag for another candy. ] Oh, what flavor of cake do you want?
( With the tone of someone who is also from the same culture and never once found catgirls appealing. Though maybe that said something about him that he didn't know then. )
Whatever you think the children will appreciate the most. ( Easy, maybe a little distracted. He's still thinking about pet play. Also he doesn't really have a preference these days. His sense of taste has been doing a little better without the continual assault of curses, but it's still not one hundred percent. ) If it's a case of claim then I should come with you to pick. But you're still your own man.
( Semi-stubborn. Old habit. Satoru has always belonged to others in ways he didn't like. A weapon, an object. He's protective of his choices now. )
[ Satoru just looks amused at this stipulation. ] Sure, because me being weak-willed and easily swayed has always been a real problem.
Obviously I'm still my own man. We're partners. We support each other, but we always still maintain our own will and decisions.
[ Satoru leans over and catches Suguru's chin, claiming a brief kiss before letting go. ] Now go talk to Hikaru. I'll check in with Megumi. Let me know if you need anything, or else I'll see you at dinner. [ He knows that they're going to get distracted into sex again if they don't wrap this up promptly, and the children are probably on tenterhooks.
Rising to his feet, Satoru wiggles his fingers to wave farewell. ]
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I'll think about the rest of it. We've already kind of discussed that we can just ... try things. See what we like. I haven't had a lot of sex, so I never got into anything all that creative.
Might try that collar, though. Since we both like it when you get a little possessive. And I think you do like the power of making me behave, especially since you're the only one who can. [ He smirks, all heat and challenge. ]
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( His smile is bright, a little toothy. )
We can do whatever you like. We have time. ( He stretches, feline and almost lazy. ) So, a collar?
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Eyes tracking every one of Suguru's movements, the flex of his muscles under fabric as he stretches, Satoru hesitates briefly at the question and then nods. He manages to close his mouth, but the hand with the peach ring is still uplifted, forgotten. ]
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You're so easy.
( He likes it a lot. )
Aren't you going to answer?
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He nods again, clears his throat, and manages to verbalize his request. ] Yeah. Collar. Loop at the front you can hook your finger through. Maybe a leash, I’m less certain about that.
I’ll pick something up for your birthday. Unless you want to go shopping for it together.
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Is this a - ah - I don't know the word for it.
( Listen, he did a deep dive on sadism once when the previous version of Gojo told him he liked sex when it was a fight, but then he'd gotten embarrassed and pretended he hadn't. )
A pet thing?
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It's just more like a claim thing. Like I belong to you. Maybe that makes me your human pet. I do like it when you pet my hair. [ Satoru grins at him for a minute and then digs in the bag for another candy. ] Oh, what flavor of cake do you want?
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( With the tone of someone who is also from the same culture and never once found catgirls appealing. Though maybe that said something about him that he didn't know then. )
Whatever you think the children will appreciate the most. ( Easy, maybe a little distracted. He's still thinking about pet play. Also he doesn't really have a preference these days. His sense of taste has been doing a little better without the continual assault of curses, but it's still not one hundred percent. ) If it's a case of claim then I should come with you to pick. But you're still your own man.
( Semi-stubborn. Old habit. Satoru has always belonged to others in ways he didn't like. A weapon, an object. He's protective of his choices now. )
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Obviously I'm still my own man. We're partners. We support each other, but we always still maintain our own will and decisions.
[ Satoru leans over and catches Suguru's chin, claiming a brief kiss before letting go. ] Now go talk to Hikaru. I'll check in with Megumi. Let me know if you need anything, or else I'll see you at dinner. [ He knows that they're going to get distracted into sex again if they don't wrap this up promptly, and the children are probably on tenterhooks.
Rising to his feet, Satoru wiggles his fingers to wave farewell. ]