Suguru drops her gaze, looking away from her for a long minute. There's something in that she thinks she should respond to, but she doesn't know what. Doesn't know if she wants to tangle herself in that right now. A month ago, Suguru would have said she was fine and didn't need anything from Satoru, but it's coming obvious to her that it's not as true as she thought. And Suguru isn't sure she wants to go down that; she's already been vulnerable enough with Satoru.

So, instead of tackling that, she can focus on the one thing that she can answer. "You don't think this is selfish?" she asks, voice a purr. She walks her fingers up Satoru's thigh, stopping when she gets to the crease between her body and thigh, and trails her fingers down, over that tuft of white hair. "I've wanted this for so long." Fuck, she didn't mean to mention that. She swallows, and hastily continues. "Eating someone out isn't work for me. I like doing it. You'll come because of me, on my tongue or fingers, and I'll get to wring it out of you. I get to hear your moans, taste you, feel how you clench around me.

"Besides—" She wavers for a moment, wondering if she should go there. How readily she should express anything to Satoru. At least this isn't necessarily emotional, and it's not something she expects Satoru to use against her. "It takes a long time for me to come with just oral stimulation."