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It wasn’t exactly Suguru’s fault the entire scenario played out like it did. Okay, maybe it was. However, just a little bit. Before even stepping into the airport, Satoru was beaming. Grinning from ear to ear. Even as an adult, he always caught attention. Not just for his looks but also for his boisterous behavior.

It was something Suguru usually adored, but not whenever he was at the front desk, balancing his suitcase while trying to type on his phone to check in for the both of them.

Satoru was attached to his hip and leaning fully against Suguru.

“Suguru! Suguru! Can we go to the beach first when we land? Oh yeah! Let’s also stop by that coffee shop near the aquarium. Oh! And-“

“Satoru.”

Suguru warns out, glancing from his phone to the white haired male hanging off the side of his arm. Satoru just beams and grins back at Suguru.

This entire ordeal continues until they are standing in line to board their plane. Usually, Suguru could handle it. He always could when it came to his one and only. Just not when his head was already throbbing from packing, planning and barely eating anything all day.

Satoru’s voice keeps on going.

“So? We could just skip checking in at the hotel first and go straight to the beach. Then the coffee shop and then the onsen!-“

Satoru barely gets his next sentence out before Suguru is tugging the collar of the beach shirt he had already put on. They were about to board the plane as Suguru leans in. His voice frustrated and words slipping out before he could even stop them.

“Toru, do you seriously only quiet down when my dick is down your throat?”

Bad idea. Super bad idea. Worst idea ever.

Satoru just swallows hard.

So there they were. Stuck in an entirely full plane sitting side by side. Satoru took the window seat of course but this time it wasn’t just for the view like usually when they vacationed. He was trying to hide the prominent bulge in his shorts. They weren’t even 30 minutes into the air before Satoru started squirming beside Suguru.

“Suguru please…”

“Satoru, no.”

“It hurts..”

Suguru sat his book down onto his lap. Shutting his eyes tightly and exhaling deeply. Spending an entire moment silently fighting with himself. Then he turns to look at Satoru’s blue eyes and loses the game completely.

“Im going to the bathroom.”

Is all that Suguru says. Adjusting himself before standing up. Not even looking back at his lover but knowing him well enough to feel the relief radiating off of his features.

Satoru follows around 5 minutes after.

It wasn’t necessarily suspicious. The aircraft was slightly larger which meant more compact bathrooms than usual much to Suguru’s relief. Satoru quickly slipped into the one Suguru had entered and immediately met Suguru’s lips with his own. Desperate and frantic.

Soon enough, Satoru was stripped from his shorts and boxers. Suguru having tugged his own undergarments down as he pressed a hand to Satoru’s back. Bending him over the small sink.

The two of them barely fit into the space together but Suguru always made it work for Satoru

“Quiet Toru.”

Suguru grunts out softly against his ear. Finally pushing into him as Satoru’s breath stutters in pure relief. Suguru’s hands move to grip Satoru’s waist as he starts to quickly piston into him as quietly as he could.

But of course, Satoru was never and had never been a silent man around Suguru. His noises were muffled.

“Please… mnh!!”

Suguru cusses under his breath. One hand snapping up to Satoru’s mouth as he shoves two digits against his tongue. Suguru picking the pace up even more.

“I said quiet, or do you want our trip to be cancelled?”

Suguru groans out again into Satoru’s ear. Feeling him clench around his length tightly. Satoru just shakes his head and whimpers against Suguru’s fingers as saliva coats them and his own chin.

It doesn’t take long after Suguru grips Satoru’s cock for Satoru to bite down on the fingers in his mouth. Trembling silently as his release paints Suguru’s hand. A muffled moan escaping his lips.

Suguru follows after. Grinding his hips against Satoru and filling him completely.

The cleanup is quick. Suguru pressing a soft kiss to the nape of Satoru’s neck before they both tug their clothes back on. Satoru not bothering to clean Suguru’s release out. They wash their hands and Suguru heads back to their seats first. Satoru following after a few minutes.

“Still hurting?”

Suguru asks dryly but also feeling slightly better himself as he glances back to Satoru who is happily looking out the window now.

“Nope, all better now! Actually, let’s stop at the hotel when we land instead of the beach first~”

Suguru just smiles and sighs.

-Fin 🌻

Suguru swore to himself it had gotten a little out of hand around page twenty. However, by around page fifty, he had stopped pretending otherwise.

He convinced himself for days that it was just Satoru’s rare and extremely delicate features. I mean, come on now…

Satoru’s stupidly expressive face, his pearlescent hair that caught light in interesting ways and then Satoru’s eyes. Unique, ethereal and unlike anything Suguru had ever seen before. He probably had twenty pages dedicated to just those irises. He simply couldn’t bring himself to look away most of the time as it was every artists dream to have the perfect muse.

The first half of the sketchbook was mostly simple things Suguru caught and stored into his mind. Satoru asleep on the train, Satoru laughing so hard his eyes crinkled, and even Satoru stealing his fries. Anything Satoru Gojo did that managed to creep its way into Suguru’s head and live there, Suguru drew it.

Although, the more he drew, the more Suguru got caught up in his hobby. Towards the end of the sketchbook, the art got a little more explicit. Satoru after sweaty trainings, the way his back would arch before taking a practice hit from Suguru. Of course the feelings came with unsuppressed guilt. Satoru was his best friend, his other half but Suguru couldn’t resist getting every detail of him memorized onto paper.

Satoru had found out about the sketchbook on a random and rainy Tuesday. No missions, no training, no teaching. Suguru had left his room for two minutes to grab Satoru a soda. Two minutes. Suguru Geto was gone for two minutes. When he returned, he found Satoru sprawled out on his couch, a bright grin on his face. The sketchbook wide open in his hands.

“Suguru, is this me?”

“No.”

“That’s literally me eating a popsicle. I think I’d recognize my glasses.”

“Anyone could have glasses like those.”

“My name is right there, Suguru.”

And so, after a long talk, endless teasing from Satoru and Suguru having to steal his book back. Satoru had miraculously and willingly offered to be Suguru’s muse.

Now, this was good for a few reasons. Suguru could keep practicing his anatomy as well as perfecting Satoru’s features fully like he had originally planned to do in private!

What wasn’t ideal, was Satoru spread completely out over his bed. Suguru’s bed. Naked from head to toe with one arm thrown over his white hair, one leg propped up covering just about nothing and the sun filtering into the room which hit Satoru’s eyes almost so perfectly that as an artist, Suguru almost shed a tear..

“Make sure to get every little detail~”

Satoru’s voice was drawn out and teasing as always. Suguru, for once in his life, couldn’t concentrate. His hand was shaky against his canvas. Satoru was right there in front of him. He had the perfect angle but he just couldn’t focus. The rough sketch was done, but the paint never hit the surface.

“Suguru? Would just taking a picture be better? It’d last way longer.”

Suguru could once again hear the slight ghost of tease in Satoru’s words and voice which only added fuel onto the fire. He couldn’t think, so he just accepted his fate. Tugging his phone out and stepping closer to get the angles he needed.

However, Satoru didn’t move to drag his clothes back on. As soon as Suguru stepped closer, Satoru just leaned further back against the headboard. Spreading his legs out further..

Suguru of course stopped completely. The phone in his hand almost slipping completely as his eyes were forced to Satoru’s features below his torso. Satoru’s half hard cock resting against his thigh, the way his lips were parted and flushed and then those eyes that he could never get perfected on paper. They were lidded and looking right at Suguru.

Suguru’s body was reacting against his will. So he stepped back just a bit. Praying that his baggy sweatpants would hide the growing bulge.

“Just get closer, Suguru.”

Satoru practically breathed out insistently. His lips tugging into a gentle, more softer smile. Suguru took the offer. Almost as if his body was moving on autopilot. He held his phone up, snapping a few photos but between Satoru’s teasing and instinctive proximity, it wasn’t long before Suguru had the other man pinned completely.

The phone had been propped up onto the canvas, Satoru insisting it as the camera recorded everything. Suguru completely stretching Satoru open on his cock, Satoru’s back arched in the perfect angle as Suguru pressed deeper inside of him.

“Come on baby, you can take a little more right?”

Suguru groaned out. His black hair falling over them both like a curtain as his hands moved to press Satoru further down into the mattress. Only getting a muffled moan in response.

“Good, now look at the phone. Let me paint that perfect face after we’re done~”