Tenderly, like dandelions in the crisp spring breeze, Satoru’s lips trailed along the skin of your lips, to your jaw, collarbone, then into the valley of your chest.

"You like that?" He teased, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips eased up against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his hands dotingly caressing the side of your waist, down to your hips.

His whisper against your ear was a soft breeze that stirred the hairs on the back of your neck, causing a cascade of shivers down your spine. The air was filled with the scent of his cologne, a familiar smell that swirled your senses; his hands, warm and gentle, traced the curves of your waist and hips, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake.

Satoru's grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer, his chest pressing against yours. The warmth of his body enveloped you, a comforting embrace that felt like home. And in that moment, time stood still. The world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intimacy of the moment.