The sound of Satoru's laughter and jab echo in the room as Suguru lowers his hand from his face. As if untouched by what had just occurred. His own breath still caught in his chest, like he were yearning for more. A brief stillness takes ahold of him, floating between recognition and utter curiosity ... not overwhelmingly, per se, but, noticeable enough to consciously register that he liked it. Kissing him. that much he knows now. and in this very moment in time, there's a shift to the way things begin to rearrange themselves.
with that in mind, the young sorcerer also knows to tread carefully. because all of this is... uncharted waters. and while he certainly was one to embrace the sanctity of that uncertainty, there's a part of him that remains watchful, patient and curious.
He follows the light pat to the space beside him. when kneeling back onto the bed, his gaze fell to the Shonen Jump issue they'd been reading through earlier; half folded, spine up on the opposite side, next to Satoru's hip. Noting it simply and idly, settling in anticipation of whatever words might spill out next. For a moment, Suguru sits there with a tightness in his chest, revealed only in the small draw of breath. Satoru still looked at him the same; he notices that, too. Which alone, quells and eases any uncertainty still lingering.
Truth be told, there was nothing to overthink, especially not when it came to the rhythm of how things worked between the two boys. Closeness, and the simplicity of being near him, along with all the comfort it enveloped him in. It's always been enough.
'Suguru. You liked it when I kissed you.'
a small shiver of vulnerability feathered over him in the face of bold words.
of course he had. and of course Satoru would say it like that. The passing thought etched on an affirming, wry smile. He even lets Satoru watch him attempt to process, before offering a smirk in return. Shoulders easing as he proceeds forward, inching closer to the other boy. "And you liked that I liked it." light and assured, noted as nothing other than a plain truth declared without hesitation. The dark haired boy leaned in, not close enough to close the distance between their lips, but... now his hand is reaching past his friend's shoulder, close enough to graze against skin. the magazine lifted from the other side with ease.
their eyes met again as he pauses there, giving him full, undivided attention. maybe even a tad challenging. soon after, tossing the manga onto the floor in a careless motion. The gesture alone, a silent preface to allow themselves the space to explore whatever this was.
and then that question. steeping in curiosity, and far from innocent. You want me to again? and yes, he did. Their first run hadn't run it's full course, broken by someone else's intrusion. so, with that, he adjusted his weight back into place alongside his friend, fingers lifting to comb through the mess of white hair, dragging the backs of his knuckles gently along the strands. finally, his palm cradles the nape of the boy’s neck, fingers curling slightly.
"Wait––" merely guiding the other boy captive to gazing into the drowning pools of soft brown eyes.
if they were doing this, there would be no rush.
Suguru lifts his free hand slowly, a finger twitching to summon a small, wiry, feline-formed curse. Once it took shape near the bed frame, it pads across the room, reaching the door , and clicks the bedroom door lock shut. It’s a satisfying sound, finally granting them privacy. He glanced over his shoulder just to briefly confirm the task had been completed. And with that same composure, releasing it by another curl of fingers. the curse dissolves, vanishing in silence before them. And then, when he turns back, gaze dragging slowly down to his lips.
The hand he’d used to summon the curse trails upward, thumb brushing feather light across his lower lip. The touch casual, yet simultaneously raw in emotion. “no more of those.” that’s the last interruption, if only for tonight. A promise said with fingers that splay gently along Satoru’s jaw, then tracing the line of his cheek. And when he answers the former question, it’s explicitly in a language the two of them have become fluent in. leaning in to reclaim his lips in a kiss that’s deeper, and tender. A kiss that asks for nothing, yet offers everything in its stead.
