[He wasn't really trying to run away. Satoru just wanted to make sure Masamune felt like he had whatever space he wanted after that. He knows it wasn't meant to be an open door to do whatever he liked, after all. That doesn't mean he's unhappy about Masamune's response either, though. It really couldn't be more welcome.
The touch on his arm draws him in closer, not that there was a lot of room to begin with, but otherwise there's only a low, consistent sense of heat between them. Normally, this comes in spikes, suddenly there and just as suddenly gone, but this feels more like a wave. Part of him is almost more... unsettled by that. Satoru runs hot and cold and he's gotten used to the way Masamune can too, though he can acknowledge the role he plays in that, pushing him into acting. Masamune's the consistent one; it's how Satoru knows when his pushing is working.
Something like this, though, a quiet familiar intimacy with nothing to bother them but the pounding of the rain on the window, this didn't come from pushing. He doesn't want it to stop or even to escalate, not really, but that also means not thinking about any other possibility of what comes next. Instead, Satoru just kisses and kisses, straightening his legs until his ankles are tangled with Masamune's and riding the wave for as long as it's going to roll.]
no subject
The touch on his arm draws him in closer, not that there was a lot of room to begin with, but otherwise there's only a low, consistent sense of heat between them. Normally, this comes in spikes, suddenly there and just as suddenly gone, but this feels more like a wave. Part of him is almost more... unsettled by that. Satoru runs hot and cold and he's gotten used to the way Masamune can too, though he can acknowledge the role he plays in that, pushing him into acting. Masamune's the consistent one; it's how Satoru knows when his pushing is working.
Something like this, though, a quiet familiar intimacy with nothing to bother them but the pounding of the rain on the window, this didn't come from pushing. He doesn't want it to stop or even to escalate, not really, but that also means not thinking about any other possibility of what comes next. Instead, Satoru just kisses and kisses, straightening his legs until his ankles are tangled with Masamune's and riding the wave for as long as it's going to roll.]