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Golden rays pour in through the parted blinds, heating up a sliver of Satoru’s exposed tummy. He had been awake for the past hour, but he dreaded the idea of leaving the warmth of your shared bed. If he cracked his eyes open he could see his two lovers tangled together, limbs crossing over limbs. Your light snores filled the room, making Satoru’s lips split into a soft grin. He teased that you sounded like an old man when you slept, your snores could wake the whole neighborhood!
He actually loved the sound though. It reminded him that you were here, right beside him.
Satoru carefully pulls himself from the sheets, being attentive to not wake you or Suguru. Both of you had a late night, not that that was anything new. You two were night owls compared to Satoru. He much preferred to get an early start to his day while both of you could stay up all night if given the chance. He stretches his long arms above his head, his shirt riding up slightly. There was a list of things he wanted to get done before waking the two of you, so he better get started.
He exits the bedroom and strides into the living room, noticing the remnants of your love strewn across the room. A blanket Suguru had gotten you tossed haphazardly across the couch, candy that Satoru had gotten Suguru lay on the coffee table, and pants you ordered Satoru sat folded on the bar. He was sure Suguru folded them, he was like that.
Satoru pads around sleepily, getting dishes out of the way first. He moves around the kitchen doing a multitude of tasks, feeling energy begin to spread across his body. He was super excited for the day he had planned ahead of you three. No one would be caught up in work so it was perfect. He could hardly contain the excitement, images of your and Suguru’s happy faces filling his brain. Satoru briefly cleans the coffee maker and remembers how you refused to let him indulge in it.
Coffee? Satoru, we don’t need you caffeinated, that would be a nightmare.
He supposed you were right, not that he needed it today.
After getting all tasks out of the way he crept back into the room and saw you and Suguru cuddled in together. You pressed yourself against his torso, his strong arm wrapped around you.
“Come on sleepy heads.” Satoru tries to keep his voice soft.
Suguru’s brows furrow, tugging you closer to his body. You turn your head and bury it into Suguru’s chest, trying to block out Satoru.
“I know you guys are up.” Satoru murmurs and walks over to the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab your foot.
You inhale sharply, yanking your foot up, tucking it against you.
“Keep your cold grubby paws to yourself.” You mumble against Suguru.
Satoru thinks he catches a glint of a smile on Suguru.
Had Suguru always been so ethereal? Of course he had. Satoru was just amazed by it every single time.
“How mean!” Satoru sighs loudly, and flops onto the bed.
He wriggles his way up in between you two, forcing himself in.
“And on our anniversary too, no less.”
Not even a second later you're scrambling away, reaching for your phone to check the date. Satoru looks up at Suguru and sees his lids open slightly, a peek of caramel gracing Satoru.
Satoru looks micheviously at the other man, waiting for your reaction.
“It’s not our anniversary!” You groan, falling back into bed.
“Is too! Anniversary of our first date.” Satoru snides back, and wraps his arms around Suguru.
Suguru breathes through his nose and closes his eyes again, a finger strumming against Satoru’s arm. He was used to his antics by now, and knew the one thing Satoru craved was a reaction. He refused to give in that easily.
You murmur under your breath while wiping the tiredness from your eyes. Satoru soaks up the feeling of contentment seeping in the air.
There was nowhere he’d rather be than right here in this bed with you.
“Plus I have a day planned. So you need to get up and get ready to go, I’ll time you.”
“Satoru.” Suguru chides.
You slide back down and reach a hand up across Satoru, patting around until you reach Suguru’s mouth. You keep it clamped over him while situating yourself.
“Don’t talk to him, maybe he’ll leave us alone if we pretend we're asleep.”
Satoru clicks his tongue and jostles you.
“Come on! I promise it’ll be fun!” He rolls away from Suguru and crawls on top of you, pressing kisses against your neck.
You try to shove him back unsuccessfully, wanting sweet sleep to over take you once more. Suguru slides out of the bed once he realizes Satoru won’t let up. He stretches and watches Satoru’s onslaught against you, sleepy gaze trained on you two.
You eventually start to giggle underneath Satoru.
His heart may burst if you laugh like that.
You never could resist him. Suguru reaches out and grabs the back of Satoru’s shirt.
“Come on, we might as well entertain him for a little bit.”
It takes you both far too long to get ready, Satoru decides. He’s about to crawl out of his skin at your slow pace. You and Suguru move in sync getting ready for the day. Satoru can hardly keep his hands to himself, the peak of it showing through once he offered to help you shower. You slammed the door in his face, leaving him to pout.
Once you finish showering, without his help, you exit the bathroom with hints of your soap filling the air.
Satoru watches you, with his brain fogging up.
Fuck, he loves you two.
And he knows you both love him as well. Your love never failing to strike him. There was never a time in his life when he felt such love from other people. Admired, sure, but never love.
There were many things about him that changed once you came into his life. For instance, Satoru had never been so selfish before, not until you. Now he found himself wanting more, all the time, unabashedly. Maybe that was something he liked about you two. You allowed him to want . He was never granted that privilege before. Then again there were many things he liked about you.
Satoru knew for a fact that there were less stars in the sky than things he liked about you.
He liked how Suguru’s hair hung in curtains around his broad shoulders.
He liked how your eyebrows shot up everytime he spoke.
He liked how Suguru had endless bouts of love.
He liked how your fingers tugged his a little tighter when the world outside was silent and no one existed but you three.
Warmth drips from his fingertips, if he had the option he would never let go of either of you.
Funny, that was. Satoru didn’t remember being filled with such warmth before you and Suguru. Had he just been an iceberg floating through life before you?
Satoru looks up and catches your eyes, watching a small smile grace your lips. The sight sent his mind reeling.
Did you know how deep his fingers were dug into you now that he had you? Did you know not even the gods would be able to keep him away from you two?
He watches the way you and Suguru weave between each other, getting ready for the day.
How mundane.
He’s amazed at how you love him in the mundanity of life.
So many people want him for things. And he gets it, he really does. He has a role to play. He enjoys helping. But he wants to be loved without being needed.
Love me when I have nothing to offer. Love me despite it.
Love me when I bring nothing to the table besides a gaping wound in my chest, my heart in my hands, trembling and tender for you.
“Ready, handsome?” Suguru asks, a finger underneath Satoru’s chin, tilting his head up.
Satoru blinks several times, snapping out of his amatory thoughts.
“Huh?” He whispers.
“You forgot already?” You say.
Satoru clears his throat and stands up, taking you two in.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
“How could I forget!”
Satoru grabs onto you both, dragging you outside.
“What’re we doing today?” You ask from the front seat in the car.
Suguru’s always the designated driver, his hand resting against the wheel while his other strums against your thigh.
Satoru shuffles in the back seat, peeking his face in between you two.
“We’re going to the mall today! I’m gonna spoil you both, so buy whatever you want.” He grins.
“We got ourselves a sugar daddy don’t we Suguru?” You turn your head, looking at Suguru.
“It appears so.” He says with a smile.
His face was set in a serene look, the idea of spending the day with you both making his heart soar.
“Aw, you wanna call me daddy?” Satoru teases, reaching his hand forward to pinch your cheeks.
You swat him away while his laughter fills the car.
“There’s no room back here!” He pouts and gives up, leaning back.
His long legs try to spread out only to be blocked by the seats.
“Poor baby. Maybe you can buy us a bigger car?” Your eyes flick up to meet his in the rear view mirror.
“Careful darling, maybe I will.”
His eyes wrinkle in amusement, a rush of heat spreading through your cheeks. You tear your eyes away and look out the window.
“We could just strap you to the roof of the car and call it good.” You say, although your words have no mirth.
“People would think I’m being kidnapped!”
“Who would kidnap you?” Suguru teases, a hearty laugh falling past his lips.
The mall comes into view shortly after, you and Satoru continuing to tease each other the whole time. He stands in between you both so he can hold both your hands, swinging them back and forth. Satoru decides it’s your turn first, dragging you to the nearest clothing store.
Suguru and you take your time striding through the store while Satoru seems to make a beeline to the dresses. The idea of buying you something and seeing your smile from it made his heart strum in his ears.
How grateful he felt to be able to spoil you.
Once you and Suguru catch up to him, you idly flip through dresses, not finding anything particularly good.
Suguru watches you point out several and nods, making idle comments. Satoru pulls a dress from the rack and holds it up, showing you.
“You should get this! White, to show how pure you are.”
He holds up a velvet white dress, his eyes bright.
Suguru snickers beside you, pushing dresses aside to find something.
“Good one Satoru.”
Satoru clears his throat. Suguru had no idea the effect he had on him. Satoru loved the way his name tasted on Suguru’s lips. It always sounded a little more sweet when he was the one saying it.
You're at a loss for words, eyes widening. You grab the dress away from Satoru.
“You just want me to wear this cause it matches your hair!” You accuse.
Satoru smiles and leans against the rack. You roll your eyes.
“What about this one?” Suguru asks, pulling out a dark purple dress.
It’s mid thigh length, with a cinched waist. It looked perfect.
“Oh that looks so cute Suguru, how much is it?” You ask and reach for the tag.
“Don’t worry about it!” Satoru interrupts, plucking the dress from Suguru’s hands.
You bite your cheek and follow him to the check out line, watching as he hums to himself. Early on in your relationship you learned to never question his spending habits. Everytime you told him he didn’t have to spend money on you, he’d laugh and brush you off.
“Will this be all sir?” The worker asks, scanning your dress.
“Yeah!” Satoru responds happily, fishing out his credit card and passing it over.
“That’ll be 5050.”
“$50.50? That seems a bit expensive. Or is it? I guess I’m not sure.” You murmur to yourself.
“My bad, I should have said it better. $5,050.” She exclaims.
“Huh?!” You squeak out, lurching forward.
Satoru slides behind you, throwing his arms over your shoulders to pull you back against his toned chest.
“Hush now bunny, you’ll make a scene.” He cooes at you, waiting for the worker to insert his card.
“As if you care about making scenes.” Suguru says incredulously.
“Why didn’t you say anything Suguru? I'm sure you saw how expensive it was!” You fumble.
Suguru turns his head and looks away, purposefully not making eye contact.
He enjoyed spoiling you too, you know.
Satoru hears you grumble to yourself while you look around the store, noticing details you hadn’t picked up on initially. There was a crystal chandelier, sleek floors, and expensive brand names plastered on the walls. You must’ve been too distracted if you were only noticing now. How cute.
Satoru’s cotton lashes flutter down, taking your beauty in as you gaze around.
He could stare at you all day if you let him.
“Alright, next up Suguru!” Satoru cheers, grabbing the bag and heading towards the door.
“He’s out of his mind, he must be.”
Suguru links hands with you and pulls you out.
“Yes he is.” Suguru agrees.
You all debate over where to go for Suguru, but ultimately decide on a jewelry store. The two men lag behind, taking their time.
Satoru watches you stroll through the store, noticing how you linger by the wedding rings.
Soon, soon.
He and Suguru had already known they would marry you a month into you joining their couple. They just wanted to wait a bit longer, not wanting to jump the gun. He notices how your eyes look curiously at the ornate jewelry, wondering what thoughts were going on in that pretty head of yours.
You had nothing to fret over, he would buy you the perfect ring. And if you didn’t like it, he would buy you ten others. And if those didn’t suit your taste either, he would buy the whole damn store. Money wasn’t a concern when it came to you. It never was.
“Hey Suguru, maybe we can get some new jewelry for your belly or your n-“ Satoru teases.
Suguru shoves a hand up to cover his mouth, not allowing him to continue.
“This isn’t that kind of store!” Suguru flusters.
“It could be, maybe they have a special glass case for that.”
You stop in front of the necklace section.
“Satoru!” Suguru begins to lecture.
“Excuse me, can we see this one?” You ask the attendant.
He nods and slides the case open, pulling out a delicate silver chain. You turn around and motion for Suguru to come over.
“Bend over.” You ask and grab the chain.
Satoru snickers causing you to glare at him. Suguru bends over beside you in front of a mirror, lowering himself enough for you to reach around his neck.
“What do you think?” You ask, making eye contact through the mirror.
“It looks really nice.” Suguru says softly, slightly taken aback by how much he likes it.
Satoru knew Suguru never really cared for jewelry before, but if you insisted on it, Satoru knew Suguru’s resolve would crumble. You had that effect.
Did you know just how tight you held their chains? That one word from you would have them falling to their knees?
Oftentimes Satoru wondered if you invented love. There was no other explanation.
“We’ll take it!” Satoru says, talking to the worker.
“I don’t even wanna know how much it is.” Suguru sighs out, watching Satoru happily pay for it.
The drive home was much more calm, Satoru’s antsy energy from earlier seemingly contained now that he got it out of his system.
Satoru sat behind Suguru on the bed, thumbing over the clasp on the necklace.
“Why do they make these things so small?!” Satoru complains.
You stand in front of them, admiring your new, expensive, dress.
Satoru grumbles out loudly.
“Scooch.” You murmur, sliding behind Suguru.
Satoru stubbornly allows you to take over, watching your fingers grasp on.
Soft fingers graze over Suguru’s exposed neck, if Satoru looks closely enough he could see a thin trail of goosebumps break out over Suguru’s neck.
He finds himself jealous at the gesture.
Touch me too.
“Needs the nimble fingers of femininity.” You tease.
“What would you oafs do without me?”
Don’t even say that, Satoru had no clue what he would do without you.
The necklace easily latches on, a sight Satoru complains about.
“Thank you for today Satoru.” You say, planting a light kiss on his lips.
More, more, more.
Satoru was like a man starved, craving your touch.
“Of course.” Satoru’s face melts into pure joy.
Suguru slides his hand around the back of Satoru’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Thank you.” He breathes.
Not even the gods could take you away.