( 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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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. )