( A little flustered, a little breathless. Satoru is tight heat around him and Suguru can only fit his hands over his waist, fingers over fading bruises that match the shape of them. He breathes and it comes out a little panted, knees planted close so that he can rock forward, watching the shudder bloom. )
That's how it should be now, Satoru. The two of us.
( Like it always should have been. They made it though, he's not going to waste time agonising. Not when he can dedicate himself to setting a steady pace, pulling almost all of the way out and snapping his hips back in just the way his husband likes it. )
Just like this. [ Breathless agreement that turns into a moan as Suguru gives him a sharp, hard thrust, the intensity of it making his back arch, vision whiting out with pure pleasure. ] Oh!
[ Just like this, he thinks, bodies joined, sharing pleasure. They belong together; they belong to each other. ]
Suguru, fuck. [ He keens, dragging his nails up Suguru's back, greedily trying to pull him closer, deeper. ] Fuck me hard. I need you. I love you.
( His voice is honeyed but still rough around the edges. He does as asked either way, blinded with want as they move together. It feels good to hold Satoru down like this, the slap of skin on skin accompanied by the roll of the waves below them. He feels lit up, he feels effervescent. )
Satoru, Satoru. Husband.
( He's never been this giddy before, sheer joy radiating. Every movement feels steady and sure of itself, every twitch and twist of his lover's body stealing his breath. ) Like this?
[ Suguru is radiant like this, above him and within him, dark hair spilling down around them both. He's golden in the sunset light, impossibly handsome. The most handsome man Satoru's ever seen in his life. Joy only amplifies it, and Satoru can't stop staring at him, absolutely dazzled by his beauty. ]
Like this. [ It's a whisper. He's reverent, infatuated, dazed with pleasure. Everything feels too good to be true, and the low waves of pleasure build in him, making him feel like he's floating. His hips roll into each thrust, eager for it. His legs tangle possessively around Suguru as he gets closer, limiting his motions in the interests of keeping their bodies bound together, until he comes with a shout of Suguru's name. ]
( He doesn't mind the limited range of motion. He enjoys the feeling of being held more than he craves freedom. This kind of sex isn't about athletic feats anyway, and he knows it doesn't need to be showy. Instead he kisses Satoru with clumsy adoration, pants wetly into his mouth at the tightening of muscles, lets his forehead drop to a bare shoulder while his husband cries his name, body bowing. Suguru's eyes might be damp when he squeezes them shut, hips rutting feverishly in the small space they've created. His own mouth won't hold the noises he wants to make back and so he doesn't try. Instead he lets them spill, sweaty hands flexing against skin as he follows suit.
It's quick. It's messy. Somehow it's perfect.
He moves clumsily through the aftermath, rubbing his face against Satoru's shoulder, feeling the space between them and the sticky residue over both of their bellies. When he laughs it's a giddy sound, muffled by skin. )
[ Satoru nuzzles at his husband, beaming with happiness in the aftermath of their pleasure. ] We just keep getting better at this. Gonna have to keep practicing, see how amazing we can get.
[ The soft, tickling caress of Suguru's hair against his skin feels so nice, spilling over his chest and cheeks, enfolding him. Satoru reaches up, brushing back Suguru's hair on one side, tucking a few strands behind his ear. ]
I'm happy, Suguru. [ Quiet, like it's a secret. ] I never thought we'd get to be happy.
( Another laugh, still buried in Satoru's throat. )
Ah, I am too. I'm so happy. ( Nuzzling up to the shell of his ear, teeth catching gently on his lobe. ) I love you.
( The one problem with sex outside is most of his aftercare is hard to come by. He can't bully them into a shower. He does however roll off of Satoru with a wince, hair in disarray and his hands reaching out for his bag. )
I brought wipes. ( Cheerful, also a little cheeky. ) Because while I didn't think it was a marriage-date, I did think it was a sex-date.
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( A little flustered, a little breathless. Satoru is tight heat around him and Suguru can only fit his hands over his waist, fingers over fading bruises that match the shape of them. He breathes and it comes out a little panted, knees planted close so that he can rock forward, watching the shudder bloom. )
That's how it should be now, Satoru. The two of us.
( Like it always should have been. They made it though, he's not going to waste time agonising. Not when he can dedicate himself to setting a steady pace, pulling almost all of the way out and snapping his hips back in just the way his husband likes it. )
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[ Just like this, he thinks, bodies joined, sharing pleasure. They belong together; they belong to each other. ]
Suguru, fuck. [ He keens, dragging his nails up Suguru's back, greedily trying to pull him closer, deeper. ] Fuck me hard. I need you. I love you.
i did not get this notif dw why
( His voice is honeyed but still rough around the edges. He does as asked either way, blinded with want as they move together. It feels good to hold Satoru down like this, the slap of skin on skin accompanied by the roll of the waves below them. He feels lit up, he feels effervescent. )
Satoru, Satoru. Husband.
( He's never been this giddy before, sheer joy radiating. Every movement feels steady and sure of itself, every twitch and twist of his lover's body stealing his breath. ) Like this?
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Like this. [ It's a whisper. He's reverent, infatuated, dazed with pleasure. Everything feels too good to be true, and the low waves of pleasure build in him, making him feel like he's floating. His hips roll into each thrust, eager for it. His legs tangle possessively around Suguru as he gets closer, limiting his motions in the interests of keeping their bodies bound together, until he comes with a shout of Suguru's name. ]
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It's quick. It's messy. Somehow it's perfect.
He moves clumsily through the aftermath, rubbing his face against Satoru's shoulder, feeling the space between them and the sticky residue over both of their bellies. When he laughs it's a giddy sound, muffled by skin. )
Fuck. That was -.
( Everything. )
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[ The soft, tickling caress of Suguru's hair against his skin feels so nice, spilling over his chest and cheeks, enfolding him. Satoru reaches up, brushing back Suguru's hair on one side, tucking a few strands behind his ear. ]
I'm happy, Suguru. [ Quiet, like it's a secret. ] I never thought we'd get to be happy.
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Ah, I am too. I'm so happy. ( Nuzzling up to the shell of his ear, teeth catching gently on his lobe. ) I love you.
( The one problem with sex outside is most of his aftercare is hard to come by. He can't bully them into a shower. He does however roll off of Satoru with a wince, hair in disarray and his hands reaching out for his bag. )
I brought wipes. ( Cheerful, also a little cheeky. ) Because while I didn't think it was a marriage-date, I did think it was a sex-date.
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It's always a sex date.
[ Maybe not always.
But, like,
98% likelihood. ]
And you always take good care of me. [ Satoru smiles, adoring. He can't believe he's so lucky as to have his Suguru. His husband. ]
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We could wash up in the water if you feel like you can move. Economical. Though if there are kaiju crabs I am not dealing with it.
( He would, he's just leaning into fussy like always. )