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Anne's lips pull from his sloppily, and Satsuki has a moment to think the relationship is going rather well. Well, the beginnings of the relationship. The relationship part that isn't their friendship. Did they really have a "friendship" stage, though? But maybe that could still be the same time as, but separate from—
Nope. Not important.
Especially not important when he's in Anne's room, pinned against their bed. He's filled with the scent of them, the sight of them—feels his breath taken from every inch of his body, like he was light but heavy at the same time, only vaguely taking in the sight of Anne pulling their hair to one side, pink waves falling gorgeously over their shoulder before leaning in to kiss him again.
"Your lips look cute when they're all red like this, Sacchan," Anne mutters against his lips. They're leaning on their forearms hovering over him after practically dragging him into their room as soon as he came over. Satsuki's glad he could convince Anne to take it to the bedroom at all, with how often they end up making out and grinding on each other in the living room—but he'd made it very clear he was only comfortable doing so when their roommates weren't home.
(Not that that kept them from doing things in Anne's bedroom while the others were home, though.)
Satsuki rounds his hands over Anne's skirt, gives their ass a squeeze and Anne tugs at his lips as they pull away, grinning. "Oh, someone's feeling frisky."
Satsuki grunts, sliding his hands up their body, fingers dipping under their clothes where he can. "Tired of me bein' the only loud one.."
"Hajun does a really good impression of you, y'know," Anne smirks, and Satsuki looks at them in shock.
"You—He—what?! What the hell does that mean?!"
"It means what it means, Satsuki," Anne leans over on their forearm. "It's okay. We think it's cute you're loud."
"W-w-'we'?!? You're fucking with me."
Anne scoffs. "Don't make me say it."
Satsuki paused to think for a moment, then frowned. "Oh, shut up.."
"Aaanyway, it's totally normal! I can tell you how Allen sounds, too, he starts off like—"
Satsuki has the forward thinking enough to kiss Anne before he's out of the mood entirely, and they laugh into his mouth.
After Satsuki's shirt hits the floor, Anne runs their hand down his body and into his pants, pressing up between his legs. They're kissing his tattoos like they always do with a kind of hunger in their every touch and Satsuki spreads his legs because all he can think is more, more, more. Anne always seemed to run a bit cooler than Satsuki, and he liked the way their body felt against his. The same way they start to find a steady pace between them, they hold each other and are able to balance the other out.
Anne has his nipple between their teeth when they suddenly disappear from him entirely with a gasp, and he pants loudly, opening his eyes to see Anne getting off the bed.
"Oh! I got you something!"
"Huh—what?! Y-you got me.. What? And you're givin' it to me now??"
"It's perfect! Wait here," Anne says as if he has any other choice. He does get up slowly though, and sits on the edge of the bed to watch them pace around the room for a moment, mumbling to themself. "Where did I put it.. Hmm.. Aha!" They seem to light up with a stroke of clarity and move decisively to the closet, rummaging through their things.
"Hajun said it feels super affirming," Anne goes on while Satsuki quietly watches them emerge from the closet holding a clear tube with colored spirals covering the sides. "So I got one for us! It's a toy for jerking you off."
Satsuki stuttered, trying to find the words. "I d-don't—shit, I don't know, Anne.. This is.. Nice, and.. thoughtful.."
"And?" Anne slants their lips, waving the tube in their hand impatiently.
He looks down at the floor. Back up at them. "What if I don't like it?"
He figures they can hear the hopelessness in his voice because Anne can't help but let out a little laugh, and before Satsuki can get riled up about it, about how it's an honest question, and how he's tried toys before that didn't live up to expectation or were really hard to maneuver, Anne drapes their arms over his shoulders and slowly kisses the base of his ear, his cheek, his lips. He reluctantly leans in to it, despite the way his eyebrows feel crinkled into place, but as if reading his mind, Anne puts their free hand on the top of his head and smooths out his forehead with their thumb.
"Then we'll do something else that you do like," Anne tells him when they break, dragging him further onto the bed. "So let's just try it already, and you can thank me later, alright?"
Satsuki pouts when Anne puts the toy in his hands and starts arranging the pillows behind him. He rolls the thing around.. Notices the way it twists and pulls. It's honestly got a good weight and texture to it. And the inside looks complicated. He sticks his finger inside curiously and Anne starts to laugh in earnest, kissing the side of his head as they lean over to grab a bottle of lube.
He figures they're doing this, then.
Anne shuffles in next to him while he wriggles out of his shorts. "Quit being shy," they comment, pulling the waistband on his boxers and letting it snap against his skin—his pained yelp only to be met with another laugh.
"Seriously, Anne," Satsuki huffs as he pulls down his underwear then tosses it unceremoniously off the side of the bed, a smile on his face when he holds the back of their neck to inch them into a kiss, "Can't believe I'm just letting you sit there fully clothed while I'm totally naked."
"Letting me?" Anne hums, scooting in close to his side, folding a knee behind him to slot Satsuki between their legs as they kiss his ear. "You don't really believe that, do you?" They spread their legs around him, moving in closer, and Satsuki snorts when they flip their skirt up and he gets a full view of Anne's dick.
"Nah," he licks his lips, and Anne pats his head.
"Good boy."
Satsuki still feels a little stiff and awkward when Anne takes his hand so they can hold the toy together over his bottom growth, but when Anne's lips touch his skin it's like he's under their spell. It isn't long before he's leaning into them, his breathing more heavy as Anne's hand covers his while they push and pull on the toy together.
"Oh, shit," he sighs.
Maybe he would have to give Hajun credit for this one. The material moves just fluidly enough, and the gentle suction makes his hips jerk more than once. He bites his lips as he watches their hands move together, guiding the motion and rolls his head back on a particularly good flick of the wrist.
"Feel good, Sacchan?" Anne teases, and he does his best to mumble out a "sh-shut up" but Anne distracts him by taking control, pumping him a little faster and with a little more force, and he raises his fist to his mouth trying to muffle his moans. "Didn't I tell you?"
On one level, he hates experiencing something new in front of Anne—because he's so high energy, so gullible, the thoughts in his head rolling out as soon as they arrive. But he loves even more laughing along with Anne over it, arguing with no bite, limbs tangled at night and waking up with someone's head between their legs.
When Anne waves Satsuki's hand away entirely, he grips the pillows, the sheets, anything as he feels them shifting beside him. Anne's lips are all over his neck, nails just barely grazing down the skin of his back and he swears he fucking whimpers when he starts rolling his hips and feels Anne getting themself off against his side.
"Fuck—fuck, Anne—A-Anne, please," he begs for nothing in particular, yet Anne seems to know.
They lean in, letting go of themself to drag long lines against his back with their nails while sighing such pretty things into his ear and he feels like he's definitely going to full on explode any minute now. Satsuki writhes against Anne, moaning and gasping their name like he's desperate for them and they cover him in kisses that feel just as hurried.
He shuts his eyes tight, focusing on the sound of their voice and the way they're touching him. His legs twitch as he gets closer, gasping for it. "Shit, fuck, Anne," he whines, grabbing at their legs around him for stability.
"Satsuki-kun," Anne moans so pretty, their hand working the toy and he feels it set off every fire in his body. He comes with a loud groan in Anne's hands and he leans back to kiss messily at what he figures is their jaw.
But Anne keeps going until he's done, until he's begging them to stop with half-formed words and laughing fits. Playfully, they move around to get between Satsuki's legs, Satsuki too spent for now to pay them any mind while they smile in a particularly wicked way. They start peppering kisses on the insides of his thighs, watching him with half-lidded eyes while his body heaves as he catches his breath. He knows he could never get bored of that sight. He puts a hand in Anne's hair, pushing it away from their face delicately and he likes the way they lean a little bit into his touch.
"Kiss me?" Satsuki asks hoarsely. He should've known Anne would take a lick of him first before crawling up his body to share, giving Satsuki a taste of himself in Anne's mouth. He practically growls when he kisses them back, and Anne finally lets themself sigh into it as he holds their face, pulls them close with his hand on their back. After Anne has sufficiently melted into his shoulder, they draw circles on his body and Satsuki closes his eyes, feeling Anne's heartbeat against him.
"'What if I don't like it?', he said," Anne pokes his chest mockingly.
"It was an honest question, asshole!" Satsuki grabs a loose pillow and swings it toward Anne, laughing. Anne pouts, grabbing their own pillow to strike back, but Satsuki grabs it from their hands and pulls them down onto the bed so he can straddle them. He leans in close and kisses them hungrily, hands running over the complicated shirt Anne had on. "Now hurry up and tell me how to get this top off of you."