hcs w/ getō suguru: when you initiate
suguru’s first instinct is to briefly pause. he doesn't shift nor match your energy. just receives it, ice cold.
his gaze drops down to the point of contact, then back up to your face. he tries to gauge how far you’re willing to take this maneuver. will you falter? back down?
after a beat, his expression twists into a heavy-lidded smile. softly, too softly, suguru grabs your jaw. angles your head to his and peers down. “and what exactly do you plan to do with me?”
if he finds your confidence comes from a place of ‘i want you so badly i can't wait’, he will allow you to initiate. otherwise, he will not tolerate being managed or controlled.
being desired proactively feels entirely intoxicating to suguru. it sustains him, fulfilling a deep need that he wasn't even aware of. like a form of purification.
he’ll allow you to climb into his lap, palm his face with one hand. yet, you’re rarely allowed to finish on your own terms.
the moment you push an inch too far, suguru’s hand locks around your wrist, or your throat, depending on the offense. not enough to hurt a lot, but just enough to remind you of the bridge that exists between you.
he doesn't really get flustered. just shifts all of his terrifying, laser-focused attention entirely onto you. the way you breathe.
one of the only times he lets you completely set the pace, his hands grip your waist so hard his knuckles turn white.
watching your hands do the work is a massive turn-on for suguru. suguru notices if your hand shakes slightly as you undo his collar. and when he catches a flicker of fear or hesitation as you're trying to be bold? his smile widens. suguru will not file away the observation. he uses that exact moment to completely unravel you.
alas, he doesn't always have the energy to mindgame your advances. late at night when you unbutton his heavy, stifling robes, he closes his eyes to relish the feeling.
suguru's long hair spreads out wildly across the floor as he lies back and you climb on him. his shoulders are dropped, jaw loose—the parts of him that are always working finally letting loose. he looks almost vulnerable, like a fallen deity.
loss of composure is a rare occasion for suguru geto. but there are signs. a hum. the tension in his jaw. the way he exhales just slightly too slow. all while holding you so tightly it leaves bruises. he'll recover. he always does.
