[ there isn't a hint of shame in the way that suga opens himself up for miyuki eagerly -- twining his arms in a snug hold around the other boy's shoulders and spreading his legs a little wider to let miyuki settle in between them. it feels like a need that's more than just lust; his body is craving the way it feels to be connected with miyuki in the most intimate way, and it's an insistent itch that he knows won't be satisfied until he has miyuki buried to the hilt inside him again.
fortunately, miyuki doesn't seem keen on the idea of making him wait any longer.
and suga can't help the choked little cry that escapes him as kazuya finally presses into him, every nerve ending in his body alive and singing at the way that feels. the stretch is intense, but there isn't any pain, just... this utterly satisfying feeling of being complete that washes over him in waves. he can't imagine ever being any happier than this; it's like the warm, safe feeling of coming home. ] I-It...
Kazuya. [ he leans up a little, enough to press his forehead into the crook of miyuki's neck. ] ... I love you.
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fortunately, miyuki doesn't seem keen on the idea of making him wait any longer.
and suga can't help the choked little cry that escapes him as kazuya finally presses into him, every nerve ending in his body alive and singing at the way that feels. the stretch is intense, but there isn't any pain, just... this utterly satisfying feeling of being complete that washes over him in waves. he can't imagine ever being any happier than this; it's like the warm, safe feeling of coming home. ] I-It...
Kazuya. [ he leans up a little, enough to press his forehead into the crook of miyuki's neck. ] ... I love you.