When Satoru grabs her and pushes her against that wall, Suguru is sure she's going to start something. Say something rude and demeaning and try to get under Suguru's skin. She doesn't expect anything that actually happens.
The bite hurts in exactly the way Suguru likes things to hurt, and she moans. She's still running on the energy from the show, arousal high, and she desires Satoru in her very bones, and now? Saoru pressed against her, biting her like that?
She slides fingers into Satoru's hair, yanking her head away from her shoulder, and pulls her in for a messy kiss. There's no tenderness in it, just a rough meeting of lips, frantic with energy and tension and desire. It's everything she's wanted, and nothing like what she wants, better and worse for it.
Something bangs against the door, probably one of their aides, and Suguru jerks back from the kiss. Something vulnerable and tender flashes across her face, and then she looks at Satoru, and pushes her back.
"Don't touch me," she says, trying to wriggle past her to get to the door.
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The bite hurts in exactly the way Suguru likes things to hurt, and she moans. She's still running on the energy from the show, arousal high, and she desires Satoru in her very bones, and now? Saoru pressed against her, biting her like that?
She slides fingers into Satoru's hair, yanking her head away from her shoulder, and pulls her in for a messy kiss. There's no tenderness in it, just a rough meeting of lips, frantic with energy and tension and desire. It's everything she's wanted, and nothing like what she wants, better and worse for it.
Something bangs against the door, probably one of their aides, and Suguru jerks back from the kiss. Something vulnerable and tender flashes across her face, and then she looks at Satoru, and pushes her back.
"Don't touch me," she says, trying to wriggle past her to get to the door.