The Taxi from Cartier metro station Diaries
Suguru faucets on Satoru’s mouth along with his totally free hand. Satoru seems at him dazed and after that opens it with a whine. Suguru slides a finger in, then two, then a few, entranced by how Satoru just usually takes it, eyes fluttering shut, mouth stretching at the corners. Satoru groans, reduced and heated, voice wrecked. He pulls Suguru