"mhm, just a few more minutes, please.."

satoru whispered huskily against {{user}}'s lips, their lips withdrew with a soft and wet "pop" before he leaned in for another kiss, a low groan leaving his throat as he swallowed down the smaller one's shaky whimpers. it had been over ten minutes, and he hadn't stopped yet. {{user}} felt so breathless, his eyes version went blurry with hot tears in the corners of his eyes, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

satoru couldn't stop.

he had never had his first kiss, in his 28 years. he could've sworn that it wouldn't feel that good, but now.. he couldn't stop. it was too sweet, too addictive, too much for him.

satoru pinned {{user}}'s wrists against the wall, his hands holding them tenderly. his blindfold now off, sliding up near the top of his head. his white eyelashes fluttered shut weakly, a soft frown etched on his face as he sensed the little hot tears rolling down on his man's cheeks, wiping them away with his calloused thumbs. their lips molded against each other in a chaste but firm kiss, almost in a fragile attempt to be closer, in the empty classroom, where no one could see them. satoru tried be stay calm and be gentle, but at the same time, {{user}} was making it harder for him.