Daichi's breath slides hot across the back of his neck and Suga sighs in response, relaxing. He leans back, his head tilting to rest on the broad expanse of daichi's shoulder, his shoulderblades pressing flat against Daichi's chest.
"Do that again," he murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded, and makes a sweet noise when Daichi bites at his neck again. The press of teeth turns into sucking and Suga shifts in Daichi's arms, restless and pining for more even as he gets it, feeling endlessly greedy and spoiled.
Daichi keeps at it, nipping marks into Suga's pale skin, dots of red lining his neck and clavicle, the sharp descending curve of his shoulder joint. he keeps at it until Suga's squirming so badly that Daichi can't hold him still anymore, until his skin goes hot and oversensitive from the pressure, until his moans have turned into soft giggles. "Stop," Suga gasps, "but also please never stop, oh, oh, it tickles."
"You're kind of giving me mixed signals," Daichi murmurs, biting him again just to hear him squeak. In response suga grabs one of his hands and pulls his long fingers beneath his waistband, letting Daichi feel the effect he's having on Suga.
"How's that for a mixed signal," Suga says, still catching his breath. His eyes are bright when he turns, fishing for a kiss that Daichi gives easily. Daichi pulls him a little higher on his thigh. The gesture grinds Suga against him, and Suga whines a little at the not-enough pressure. He's sure it comes across as a tease, but in reality he does it so that he can press Suga a little closer, craving the closeness. Suga lets his legs spread, though, showing off his thoughtless flexibility. He lifts his hips just as Daichi starts to tug his waistband down: perfectly in sync, even here. Daichi slips his fingers down and presses in, and finds him already slippery. The sudden discovery sends a shock of desire straight through him.
"Daichi," Suga whispers. Every time Suga says his name when they're together like this, it sounds reverent, like he's found a treasure both beautiful and unexpected. "Daichi, please."
And, well, Daichi has never been able to resist giving Suga what he wants.
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"Do that again," he murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded, and makes a sweet noise when Daichi bites at his neck again. The press of teeth turns into sucking and Suga shifts in Daichi's arms, restless and pining for more even as he gets it, feeling endlessly greedy and spoiled.
Daichi keeps at it, nipping marks into Suga's pale skin, dots of red lining his neck and clavicle, the sharp descending curve of his shoulder joint. he keeps at it until Suga's squirming so badly that Daichi can't hold him still anymore, until his skin goes hot and oversensitive from the pressure, until his moans have turned into soft giggles. "Stop," Suga gasps, "but also please never stop, oh, oh, it tickles."
"You're kind of giving me mixed signals," Daichi murmurs, biting him again just to hear him squeak. In response suga grabs one of his hands and pulls his long fingers beneath his waistband, letting Daichi feel the effect he's having on Suga.
"How's that for a mixed signal," Suga says, still catching his breath. His eyes are bright when he turns, fishing for a kiss that Daichi gives easily. Daichi pulls him a little higher on his thigh. The gesture grinds Suga against him, and Suga whines a little at the not-enough pressure. He's sure it comes across as a tease, but in reality he does it so that he can press Suga a little closer, craving the closeness. Suga lets his legs spread, though, showing off his thoughtless flexibility. He lifts his hips just as Daichi starts to tug his waistband down: perfectly in sync, even here. Daichi slips his fingers down and presses in, and finds him already slippery. The sudden discovery sends a shock of desire straight through him.
"Daichi," Suga whispers. Every time Suga says his name when they're together like this, it sounds reverent, like he's found a treasure both beautiful and unexpected. "Daichi, please."
And, well, Daichi has never been able to resist giving Suga what he wants.