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he murmurs your name and asks you politely to help him with his sticky problem. to which you answer positively. running your hand up and down his exposed thighs, you wondered if he wore those specific shorts on purpose tonight and if he knew they were your favourite.

suguru’s thighs are heaven on earth to you. so soft and so mesmerising, you loved the way he shivered from your light touch and jumped when all of a sudden you slapped his skin and gripped his flesh harshly. “you’re so mean..” he whispered in your ear.

you kept on the teasing for a few more minutes, getting dangerously closer to his sweet spot with your hand, the other holding him close to your chest. his nipples were rubbing against the fabric of his shirt, adding on to the stimulation.

it was all so weird to feel so much but nothing at the same time. suguru felt his cheek heat up and his mind going blank from the way you were toying with him. because truly that’s all that he was at the moment ; a flustered mess that didn’t have the strength to do anything but pant like a mutt.

until you finally slid a hand down his shorts, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, “you did it on purpose hm ?” your voice resonated in his body. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about..”. you chuckled at his answer.

you began to trace circles on his clit, that was already soaked enough, keeping a rather slow pace. Suguru whimpered in your ear, arching his back and gripping your shirt. he wasn’t going to last much longer like that. you continued to stimulate his clit and went even faster in order to hear more of him.

his voice got louder and the whimpers turned into moans. he bucked his hips in your hand, almost bouncing on your finger like a stupid dog in heat. you grabbed his loose hair and pulled his head back, admiring the lovely expression on his face.