#definitely have a fake-dating ZoSan fic open right this moment

[mollymarymarie]

all i do is steal anime plots for AU fanfiction

Frantically, Suguru took Satoru’s face into his hands and pulled him into a fevered kiss, slipping his tongue into Satoru’s mouth as deeply as he could, to get that combustible friction again. When Satoru’s breathing suddenly became erratic and short, Suguru reveled in Satoru’s fluster, as uncommon as it was with his signet keeping him constantly regulated. The concern grew when Satoru sharply pressed his palm to Suguru’s chest, his fingernails digging into Suguru’s skin even through the layers of disheveled fabric. As soon as Suguru let his grip fade, Satoru abruptly tore himself away, collapsing at the end of the bed, clearly trying to create distance between himself and Suguru. For the first time in his life, Suguru watched Satoru struggle to catch his breath, his skin pale and ashen, his neon blue gaze nearly dimmed to cinder. With his hand to his chest, Satoru panted and wheezed and choked. “Fuck,” he gasped after a sharp, sickening swallow, leaning his head against Suguru’s wall in his exhaustion. And all Suguru could do was get as far away from him as possible. Immediately, Suguru scrambled off the bed, jamming himself into the corner of the room, the furthest point from Satoru, who was watching him with regret in his expression. “Suguru,” he said quietly, but he was still panting so heavily, he practically had to stop for a breath in the middle of it. “Don’t,” Suguru snapped. “I could’ve fucking killed you.”