Chapter 8 of Love is in the hands
Summary
After getting kicked out of his home for being queer, Suguru comes across his childhood sweetheart in a strange gay bar that is owned by his new “family”: a bunch of queer social rejects who were taken in by Yuki, an eccentric matriarch. He finds a new home (and his lost love) there.
Glimpse
“Tell me about today,” Satoru asks. His voice, still shaken by the force of his orgasm, is almost as gentle as Suguru’s. Almost. Strands of jet black hair gently sprawled over an inviting lap that is covered only by silk sheets. Pale fingers walking through the dark forest and occasionally grazing on a sensitive spot, caressing it through a sweet kiss of fingertips: that however is delicate.
“I had a wonderful time. Still wishing you were there to witness my performance,” Suguru, lost in a field of blue fragrances and dreams, mutters in answer. “That Nanami guy. His life speaks volumes about how passion can make someone. I had a great time talking with him. Thank you, Satoru.”
Their eyes meet for a few precious moments.
“You’ve been taking the lead way too often lately so I needed to intervene,” Satoru comments. He’s always expressed his thoughtfulness in the strangest of ways, constantly hiding behind a clever joke or an even cleverer rebuttal. “When are you going back?” he asks.
“Next week. Satorulogy keeps me really busy, you know. I hardly have a second for myself,” Suguru jokes. Hundreds of smiles seem to relay each other on his lips. He shares a few of them by letting them linger on Satoru’s bare abdomen, then lower, around his hip bone.
“Don’t kiss me there. You’re gonna make me hard again,” Satoru warns lightly with his fingers over Suguru’s cheeks. “Look at me,” he instructs. Their eyes meet again. “I’m glad you’re playing again cause I must admit that’s one of the things that made me fall for you.”
“Really?” Suguru raises a surprised eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Satoru nods. “I had the biggest crush on you and I didn’t know how to deal with it so I pretended to be upset to get you to you to play for me. Fell deeper in love with each note,” he admits lightly.
“Satoru, you’re so sly,” Suguru accuses in bemusement and gets a tender laugh in return. The chiming sound travels through his heart like a shooting star. “I remember clearly when I realized I was in love with you,” he says.
Satoru’s curiosity is automatically set ablaze. “When was that?” he asks.
“That day at the temple. You were so pretty under the flowers and you smelled so nice that I couldn’t even breathe. I wanted to stay there forever. By your side,” Suguru says.
Suddenly, Satoru’s entire face is painted in delight. “You’ve gotten so honest with your feelings. You used to just giggle at my excellent jokes and blush like a lovesick schoolboy but now you’re much more confident in what you say and want. Ya know? I really wish my first time was with you. And no, that one blowjob doesn’t count,” he raises a finger to amplify his point.
“Yes it does!” Suguru says, holding the brazen finger.
“No,” Satoru reiterates. His features are so soft that they seem heavenly. “I kinda wish it happened when we were older too,” he mumbles. They were fourteen, quite horny, maybe curious, undoubtedly infatuated. That’s something Suguru severely lacked as he went through life, encounters and trysts, something he missed terribly every time his lips or fingers landed on someone’s bare skin.
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I know I post a lot of selfies these days
But genuinely I'm just thrilled at my workout progress.
Like, the visible oblique cuts. The trapezius (back) muscle showing up so visibly. The lats (underarm) noticeably curving outward in these shots. The deltoid (shoulder) dimple!
I may not be the conventionally attractive ultra femme a part of me wishes I were. But I think you can agree... it's for the better!
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