Archive of Our Own

april in paris

shoko bangs on suguru's door, "come on dipshit! we've got a reservation in half an hour! you said you would come!" suguru groans from his comfy hotel bed, it was well past noon, the sun was high in the sky, it was warm but he didn't feel like going out. " just go, i dont feel like it, im not hungry eiher." he answered, his voice muffled by hispillow. shoko sighs deeply, "suguru, you promised you'd at least try to work with us, this is supposed to be a vacation, not another one of your depressive episodes."

suguru sits up, combing his fingers through his hair while listening to shoko's lecture. he jawns, stretching his body, the muscles in his back popping before he walks to the door, opening it with more force than necessary, "listen, im not hungry, im not in the mood to talk with your sorceress of a girlfriend nor am i interested in interacting with a french server of all things, they're all rude here. so, do me a favour, get me a takeout bag of whatever and buzz off." he slams the door shut in shoko's face. shoko blinks at the door, gritting her teeth as she starts banging on geto's door all over again.

shoko ends up leaving at some point, kicking suguru's door for good measure before following utahime to eat out leaving suguru in the blissfull silence of his own hotelroom, he walked up to the curtains, drawing them shut before sinking back onto the soft matress, his eyes closing in exhaustion.

suguru had come on this trip becquse haibara and shoko had insisted, but truth be told, he couldnt regret this decision any more than he was right now. a foreign country known for people blunt and rude, no ricewine, no 24/7 convenient stores, and its not like suguru didn't know coming here would challenge his sanity, but he had been here for two days so far and had not enjoyed anything thus far. the first day they went to sightsee and all suguru could see was the scammers swimming around them like sharks, the second they they did activities, went to the louvre, the eiffel tower, the notre damme cathedral, and they went to the arc de triomphe.

the sights to see were dissapointing, half of the buildings were under renovations, some of the scenic routes shoko had planned on going down had been closed off because of riots and protests, instead getting deviated through mainstreets and to the avarage person that was fine, but suguru's annoyance had only started to rise from there, the louvre was packed like a sardine tin, while the art was stunning, it was impossible to admire an artwork without some filthy tourist touching you (he was also a tourist, he is well aware), the eiffel tower was ridiculously expensive for just a trip up a gigantic metal screw and the arc de triomphe was inaccessible because of an accident that happened on the roudabout and the worst part was, french food was criminally overrated. yes it was delicious, but not twohundred and fifty five for steak and fries delicious.

suguru sighs, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he squints towards the cutrains; not seeing any light dapple through the cracks, his stomach rumbles loudly, startling even himself. he checks his phone, finding a couple messages from shoko who explains the restaurant they went to didn't do takeout and that they would go to a club after eating, so they would be back late. with a defeated sigh suguru gets up, he doesn't bother with a shower, just tugs on a black sweatshirt and his slippers before heading out.

suguru ignores the staff greeting him, heading straight outside into the chilly air, the wind carrying magnolia blossoms and the pungeant scent of blossoming chestnut trees, cars whizzing past him, the exhaust fumes clouding his vision momentarily. he walks down the streets, vendors shouting and selling the last of their goods, the stank of fish, cheese and cured meat clinging to suguru's nose like an intruder he covers his nose, turning in a random side street and immediately being assaulted with the scent of piss wafting throught the alley.

suguru grimaces rushing through the street that ends up on a thin street facing the seine, quiet cafe's are lined, all of them looking cozy and incredibly quiet, but something catches suguru's attention, a smell he knew so incredibly well it ached, he walks to the small establishment on the corner of the street, the deep blue door opening with a soft chime, suguru steps inside, his nostrils flaring at the smell of sukiyaki. a server approaches him with a smile "bienvenue chez 'les saveurs simples', vous avez une reservation?"(welcome to 'the simple flavours, do you have a reservation) suguru blinks, opening and closing his mouth before shaking his head, "no- french..." he stammers, the server nods, "okay, i will bring the english card for you, please sit where u want." the server's accent is ridiculously pronounced, rolling the R's languidly. suguru catches the server's arm before he can retreat, his english tumbling out clumsy and sounding wrong, "no need, you have sakuyaki..?" the server frowns, freeing his arm, "i go and ask the chef. you sit."

when the server comes back he's accompanied by a white haired man, and if it was dye it was frankly impressive, his eyes covered by sunglasses dark enough to hide his expression. The man smiles, "you want sakuyaki?" Suguru nods, the man smiles, "are you from japan?" The man asks, his french accent was cute, the way it wrapped around the syllables sending a jolt down suguru's spine. when suguru nods, the man smiles brightly, switching flawlessly to japanese. "we have that, but i need to warn you, its my own recipe, a sort of fusion between french and japanese cuisine. Suguru's eyes widened slightly, "you're japanese?" The man nods, "the name's satoru gojo! Owner of this little restaurant" suguru crosses his arms over the table, "what are your signature dishes?" He asks. The man smiled, sitting down in front of suguru, "we've got wagyu gyudon, prawn gyoza, kyoto style okonomiyaki, unagi don, and my favourite would be Shogayaki ." He answers.

Suguru cocks his head, "then… can i have the sukiyaki and the shaguyaki ? I'll take some sake as well, if you have." Gojo grins, bright and oh… suguru felt something other than the numbness for the first time since his mother had passed, something close to anticipation, bloom in his chest.

Satoru turns to the waiter placing suguru's order for him before turning back to suguru, "so, what's your name then, handsome?" He asks with a teasing smirk.

"Suguru geto," he starts, watching satoru's expression brighten, if that was even possible, "im here on vacation with some friends."

Satoru BEAMS, "we've got the SAME initials! Doesn't that mean fate brought us togheter?"

Suguru snorted, shaking his head, "fate? I dont think this has anything to do with fate, i just tried to escape paris' disgusting smells. I dont understand why paris is so popular? Honestly we could've gone to any major city and it would've been the same. The smell of piss, beggars, Tourist traps, scammers, beggars… im glad we're leaving in three days."

Satoru laughs, "oh but darling, paris is much more than that, i bet you the meal you'll have that i can show you the most beautiful parts of paris. In less than three days." Suguru's eyebrows rose, "oh really?"

Satoru lowers his sunglasses just enough to reveal his perfectly groomed eyebrows and half of his irises. Suguru's breath stuttered in his chest when the impossible blue of satoru's eyes met his amber ones. "I promise i can. I know this entire city like my backpocket." Satoru said with a wink. Suguru's food arrived a few seconds later, the server lifting the cloche with an elegant movement. Suguru blinks at the dishes, every ingredient perfectly arranged, almost majestic in the way its presented. The server pours suguru a glass of sake, before setting it down gently at the edge of the table.

Satoru crosses his legs, placing his chin over his interlaced fingers as suguru mutters a quick prayer before taking his chopsticks in hand and trying the shogayaki. Suguru's eyes widened at the first taste, flavours exploding in his mouth the way even in japan it wouldn't. Suguru's eyes closed around the taste, a deep hum leaving him as he takes another bite, and another and another, not even realising how fast he was eating untill nothing was left of the shogayaki. The sukiyaki comes next, he lifts the pot's small lid, his mouth watering at the presentation. His appetite surged back unbidden.

Satoru smiles, watching suguru inhale the food like he hadn't eaten in months. The man was handsome, and Totally satoru's type, long hair, dark eyes, long lashes that cast shadows on his cheeks as he ate. Satoru's eyes drift to suguru's forearms, corded muscles shifting with each movement of the chopsticks, long fingers, nails panted black, and oh, suguru's gaze, deep, piercing and somehow incredibly sad. "So? What have you done in paris so far?" He asked calmly.

Suguru swallows around a mouthful, "we went to the louvre, visited the arc de triomphe, went up the eiffel tower, we wanted to visit the gardens of the champs elisee but it was under construction. For the rest my friends went out and partied but its nothing much for me."

Satoru hums, wiggling in his seat, "so you've never been to the popular quarters? Or the buttes au cailles? Or even place des vogues? What about the operas? The cabarets? The market of rungis??" Suguru shook his head as he dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "No? I've never even heard of those.."

Satoru gasps dramatically, "i- Gojo Satoru vow to make your last three days in paris worthwile! Allow /moi/ to be your guide!" Suguru purses his lips, setting down his chopsticks, "i dont know if that's a good idea, i barely even know you-" satoru interrups him with a scoff, " you know my name, and you know im the owner of the restaurant, what more do you need to know?" Suguru gapes, a startled laugh escaping him, "i dont know, maybe just that tou arent a serial killer or a scammer?" Satoru slams his hands on the tabletop, "then, let me treat you for the meal and lets make a deal. Tomorrow spend the day with me! I'll show you the prettiest spots in paris, if you dont have fun, deal's over, but if you as much as just enjoyed just a little part you'll accord me the last three days of your stay AND a date!"

Suguru blinks, momentarily taken aback by satoru's brazen personality, "but what tells you im not a serial killer? And why a date? You dont even know if i swing that way?"

Satoru scoffs, "im sorry but no serial killer dresses like they haven't come out of bed in weeks, look like they hadn't had a proper meal in months and ABOVE all, it would be bizarre that a serial killer would come to my humble restaurant with no idea whatsoever that this is a two star michelin restaurant. Besides, my gay radar is never off, if you think you dont swing /my/ way, then you just haven't realised you're in the closet." He declares with a petulant shake of his head.

Suguru laughs, actually laughs at satoru's absurd confidence, burrying his face in his hands as his shoulders shake. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

Satoru grins, "i will not. If you refuse, up to you, but i will not pay for your meal then." Satoru gestures to the server who arrives with a closed check presenter, setting it down with a small bow of their heads. Suguru's smile falters when he sees the prise, "this is theft." He wanted to say in broad daylight but with a quick glance outside rhe rest of the sentence dies. He couldn't pay 280€ with the cash he had on him right now. With a deep sigh suguru nods, "very well, i'll accept your offer. But promise me you'll keep me out of any foul smelling areas." Satoru smiles, determined. Suguru watches as satoru fished a black card from his breastpocket, sliding it in the check presenter and giving it back to the waiter.

The next day, at 10am sharp suguru stood in front of satoru's restaurant, waiting… and waiting. When a man arrives, suguru has hope blooming in his chest, only to be crushed when the man simply begins opening up the restaurant. "The restaurant will open in 1 hour. Come back then." Suguru shook his head, "no, im waiting on Gojo Satoru." The man hums, "he is probably upstairs, you can go up for all i care, and if he is still asleep, slap him awake for me, will you?"

Suguru sighs, following the direction of the man's outstretched hand to a back door leading up a flight of stairs, he frowned at all the unlocked doors opening at the lightest of pushes. "Gojo!?" Voiced. He walks through a corridor, opening doors left and right untill he opens the door to what appears to be a study, and there, ok the rug lay satoru, absolutely passed out, his hair fanned out like a halo around his head, his glasses discarded to the side, academic papers and childrens books surrounding him. But what stole suguru's breath was the two kids glued to satoru's hips, fast asleep on him. Suguru cleared his throat roughly which makes the small boy jolt upright, at first confused, then angry at his sleep being interrupted, the boy frowns, looking at suguru like he was a persona non grata. "Dad! There's a man here." The boy grumbles in shaky french. pushing on satoru's stomach. Satoru jolts upright, the exact same way the little boy did, at first confused, then angry. Suguru's eyes widen at seeing satoru's face as a whole, his stomach twisting, he'd never thought he'd think a man was beautiful. Like actually breath takingly so.

Satoru glares at suguru for exactly three seconds, and suguru could see the cogs activating in satoru's brain because suddenly a flash of guilt and urgency went through his eyes. The little girl grumbles as she wakes, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "what time is it?" Suguru looks at his wristwatche, "its 11:30 am." Satoru gapes, "no way- oh my god my alarm didn't go off!" Satoru springs upright, "please- give me 15 minutes! I'll be with you in 15 mintues-" before satoru could say anything he was gone down the hall.

The little girl stumbles upright, yawning while the little boy continues glaring at suguru. Suguru smiles awkwardly, waving, "who are you?" The little boy asks in clumsy english, suguru sighs, "my name is suguru geto… im a friend of your dad…?" tsumiki snorts, and in perfect japanese she answers, "thats not possible, dad doesn't have friends. He only has us and uncle nanami." Suguru cocks his head, "that's interesting, i have a friend by the name of nanami too."

Before the kids could answer satoru's voice echoes, "gumi, miki, go dress, wash your face and brush your teeth! Im dropping you off at school."

Megumi covers his forhead with his little hands in sheer exasperation while tsumiki giggles, she helps megumi up and leads him away, letting suguru along in the study.

Suguru walks around curiously, looking at the whiteboard depitcing a tongue with zones marked, several ingredients written besides, theoretical combinations, but everything was in french.

Minutes later satoru emerges, his hair damp, half clothed as he runs around for his shoes while tucking his button up in his trousers. Suguru, amused, follows Satoru into another room leading to the kitchen. Satoru packs the kids lunches, stuffing them in themed backpacks. With what some drinks, bottles of water and some snacks. Satoru glances at suguru apologetically, "im so sorry i let you wait for so long, the kids should've been in school by 9 but my phone apparently died and i was up really late yesterday and-" suguru lifts his hands, "no worries, i hadn't pictures you for a dad." Satoru snorts, closing the backpacks and finishing to button up and tuck in his own shirt. "it was an arranged marriage between my family and theirs, we were both not really enthusiastic but to keep the peace we played our roles, she was a good friend more than a… wife.. since well, i never was straight to begin with. The problem is, she got really sick after giving birth to megumi, and when megumi was 5, she passed and took the kids and i moved to paris to be as far away as i could from my family and hers." Satoru explains casually, as if it was nothing more than a story, "GUMI, MIKI! I want both of you to be at school by midday break so get on with it come on!" He hollers, picking up toys from the floor and tossing them in a box. Suguru leans against the open kitchen island, "that… mustve been rough…" he murmurs.

Satoru shakes his head, "it was okay, it would've been much harder if she hadn't prepared the kids like she did. She took her time explaining to megumi and tsumiki that she would have to go somewhere far away for a long while in a little, and the kids slowly accepted the idea, so when we left japan the kids already knew their mom wouldn't be there."

Suguru crosses his arms, satoru looked much too young to be a father. He looked his age, maybe a twinge younger even. Suguru snorts, suddenly feeling pathetic, "my mom passed two years ago, she had a stomach cancer, she tried to prepare me, to talk to me and start my grieving process but her death hit me like a fucking truck… i spiraled and…" satoru stops moving as suguru's voice hitches. He turns around to see suguru cover his eyes, satoru smiles softly, rubbing suguru's back. "Hey, its okay not to be over a death, but its not okay to let someone's death stop your life. The earth keeps turning, the day will continue rising, but you've got to keep walking too." Suguru lowers his hand, finding satoru inches from his face. From this close, suguru could count each individual lash framing satoru's eyes, the faintest of freckles scattered over his cheeks, the myriad of shades of blue in his eyes, without realising they had gotten closer untill just a few inches separated them. At that moment megumi barges into the room, "dad! I cant find shiro!" Satoru blinks, and like that the moment broke. Satoru takes a deliberate step back, "i already put shiro in your bag, come on lets go. Where is your sister?" He asks. Megumi shrugs, walking to the counter and hoisting himself up on a high chair to eat a sandwich satoru had prepared for him.

Satoru stalks out of the room, leaving suguru alone with megumi.

Turns out, megumi had fallen back asleep brushing her hair.

Satoru and suguru drop the kids off at a nearby elementary school, the kids give Satoru a quick kiss before running off under a teacher's disaproving glare.

Satoru turns to suguru, sunglasses perched high on his nose, "shall we?" Suguru nods, and oh boy was suguru not ready for the absolute chaos of a man satoru was. They walk through paris, by foot, and for the first time since suguru had arrived here he didn't have to walk through obscenely dense traffic or odours his nose couldn't take. Satoru spends the entire day scattered all over the place, shoving pastries in suguru's hands, leading him through scenic roads and it was like suguru's vision started to clear. Bit by bit he could smell the flowers lining the streets, the fragrant and rich scents of bakeries and restaurants, the fresh scent of grass, and without even realising it suguru forgot about his sadness, just for a moment, laughing loudly as satoru trips over his own feet, grinning when satoru leads him into an antique shop and gifts suguru a beautiful ornate pipe. "It looks better than cigarettes." He'd joked.

Around 3:30 pm they sat down in a public garden, flowers blooming all around them and magnolia trees flowering, the sky was clear and bright and a warm breeze swept over them. Satoru sighs happily, shuffling through his bag while suguru enjoys the sun on his skin, "here." He suddenly hears. Suguru cracks his eyes open to see satoru holding out a box, curiously, suguru takes the box from satoru and opens it, a startled laugh escaping him, "how old do you think i am?" Suguru asks, eying the overly cute, hello kitty themed bento box. Two rice balls with hello kitty faces, cuts of meat cut out in hearts and stars, vegetables neatly arranged to the side making a cute decor. To the side of the bento were fruits cut neatly. Satoru snorts, "im sorry but for the last five years my cooking skills have been reduced to making cute bento boxes because i've got two picky kids who wont eat something if it doesn't look pretty." Satoru's own bento box was as plain as could be, stuffed full with rice and the remaining of the cutouts rhat were used for the other boxes, ends of vegetables, the strips of meat with stars and heart shaped holes, the small pieces of the fruits that the kids wouldn't eat like a too soft spot or the crown of a banana. Satoru gives suguru some cutlery, "bon appetit!" He crows, immediately digging into his own bento.

Suguru glares at his, "this is too pretty to eat." He declares. Satoru chokes on his food, laughing. Suguru reluctantly bites off hello kitty's ear, wincing at the flavours hitting his tongue, it was so good yet, looking at hello kitty's mangled face now was comically sad. Suguru straightens abruptly, "i was wondering the same thing yesterday when i ate at your restaurant but how come your dishes are so flavourful?" Satoru grins, "im a food scientist, more specifically, im a flavour chemist, as a highschooler i was passionated by sweets, especially sweets with complex flavours, like dark chocolate and orange, or hi chew, even tamarind." Satoru sets his bento aside, "as i grew older i got more interested in savory foods, and well, one thing led to another and now im here!"

After their lunch they start walking again, through sunlit streets, merchants singsonging and parading their products. Suguru stops at a fruitstall selling fresh strawberries, "those look good." He murmurs. Satoru peeks over his shoulder, "oh! You've got good senses, these are the sweetest of the season" he nods, "une boite si'il vous plait." He asks the vendor who gives them a box, satoru gives the box to suguru who tries a strawberry, they were sweet and fragrant, "megumi and tsumiki will love this…." Satoru trails off, feeling like he forgot something, his eyes drift up to the churche's clock tower closing on 5o' clock. "OH MY GOD- MEGUMI AND TSUMIKI!" satoru grabs suguru's wrist and starts running, suguru startled, starts laughing uncontrollably as he keeps up with satoru's run.

When they reach the school, the two kids are standing, megumi's arms crossed over his small chest as he glares at satoru's approaching figure. Tsumiki however beams, "DADDY!" and runs with all her might, satoru scoops her up mid run, relishing in her bright laugh as he comes to a stop in front of megumi. Panting.

Megumi narrows his eyes when he sees suguru, "what's that man still doing here?" He asks coldly in french, satoru smiles, "im was making him visit and i didn't see the time fly past." He replies, catching his breath. Satoru lets go of suguru's wrist when Megumi holds out his bag to satoru who slings it over his shoulder, and grabs megumi's hand instead. "How about we go watch an opera tonight?" He offers. Megumi looks hopeful and tsumiki nods happily in satoru's arm. Satoru looks at suguru, "you up for it?" Suguru shrugs, "i dont know if opera's are my thing." He admits quietly. Satoru grins, "you'll never know till you've tried it. But i have GOT to change, and the kids too. And perhaps you'd like to change too?" Satoru suggests, but secretly, he absolutely loved the way suguru effortlessly looked so fit. Suguru looks down at himself, loose sweatpants, a knitted sweater and his hair was held in place by a hairband that had known better days. Suguru nods, "sure. We can pass by my hotel and then go to yours. I should be ready within fifteen minutes." Megumi rolls his eyes at the way satoru's eyes linger on suguru.

They walk to suguru's hotel, going up with suguru to his floor and waiting in the lounge while suguru changed. Satoru watches as tsumiki dilligently starts working on her homework while megumi glues his face to the fishtank. "Satoru? What are you doing here?" Megumi's head snaps up first at the deep voice who'd spoken, "nanamin!"

Nanami chuckles, catching megumi as he jumps in his arms, "i thought you were busy this week?" Satoru snorts, "i was, but some of my plans fell in the water because a few groups cancelled their reservations so i've been free." Nanami raises a brow, "you dont often get cancellations." He states. Satoru shrugs, "i might've told them that i reserve myself the right to refuse clients if they make unreasonable demands, and im sorry but transforming my restaurant in a stripclub for three days was a bit much. Thats why im here actually! My restaurant's been empty and this guy walked in, suguru geto, He said paris stank so i made it my mission to change his mind! I think its going well." Nanami holds up his hands, "wait- suguru geto? As in… tall, long black hair, tan..?" Satoru nods, "you know him?" Suguru nods, "yeah, we're on vacation here with him, we didn't manage to get him out of the hotelroom after the second day."

Suddenly suguru's door clicks open and satoru's breath catches in his throat. Suguru had done his hair, wearing a white button up with a suit vest over, flowy dress pants, and combat boots. His hair was lose, perfectly tousled to frame his face, his black earstretches were replaced for golden ones, and a sleek black wristwatch tied the fit togheter. Nanami blinks, "he hasn't dressed properly since we arrived either." He notes. Suguru smirks, "what? Cant i make a change from time to time," his eyes travel to megumi in nanami's arms, "ya'll know each other?" Nanami nods, "me and satoru went to uni togheter and i've been babysitting megumi since satoru was still studying and had much longer days than i did and yuki was too ill to." Suguru's mouth forms a perfect "o" before he turns to satoru who was still staring at him, his glasses had slipped just enough to reveal a sliver of cyan irises. Suguru shifts, slightly uncomfortable with the weight of satoru's eyes on him.

Nanami turns to satoru before sighing deeply, "christ-" is all he says before whispering something in megumi's ears and setting him down. Megumi grins as he walks up to satoru and gets in his lap before his index and middle finger fly up satoru's nose. Satoru shoots up, catching megumi right before he could fall, "putain! Megumi i swear i'll dump you in the catacombs!"

All megumi does is cackle like the tiny devil he is while his father rubs his nose, holding megumi dangling by his left leg.

Tsumiki, puts her homework back in her backpack as she stands, "DADDY! The opera begins at 6:30 its 5:20 now.." satoru stops cursing, "ah yes! The opera! Lets go." Satoru waves at nanami, as he walks to the elevators, suguru smiles at nanami, "dont wait up." He says, following satoru smiling when tsumiki starts pushing him, "come on! We'll be late!"

The walk to satoru's home is short, less than 20 minutes, megumi comes out wearing a tiny suit with a bowtie and tsumiki wears a floral dress, suguru who was waiting on the couch watches as tsumiki struggles with her hair. "Do you mind if i try?" He asks softly. Tsumiki looks at him for a long moment before giving him her tie and comb.

While waiting for satoru, suguru gives tsumiki several hairstyles, letting her decide which stule she prefered. She ends up going for the double buns. Right when suguru was tying off the last of her hair satoru walks in, wearing a clean midnight blue three piece suit, grinning at the sight of tsumiki's pretty hairstyle. "My princess looks so pretty~" he crows, taking his carkeys from the hook, "lets go?" The kids are by his side within seconds while suguru trails after him, unbashedly checking out satoru from behind. The trip to the opera was short and unexpectedly fun, tsumiki singing along at the top of her lungs, satoru wheezing in the drivers seat at every false note she hit, megumi covering his ears in sheer dismay while suguru couldn't repress his own laughter.

Satoru stops in front of the grand opera, getting off first, before suguru could open his door, satoru did, opening suguru's door and offering his hand, "sir?" Suguru chokes on his laugh, taking satoru's hand and getting off, the kids already waiting by the opera doors. Satoru tosses his keys to the valet and leads the four of them inside.

The opera starts, and it is majestic, unlike anything suguru had ever experienced, somewhere along the opera, suguru's hand had found satoru's, clutching it as the singer's baritone voice rung out the last of its notes, his voice carrying over the entire audience effortlessly, like a wave. Suguru's eyes were locked on the performance as the man finally brought his hands togheter and bowed sharply. Satoru, sitting besides him, hadn's stopped grinning, watching suguru enjoy the opera like a starving man. He hadn't missed the way suguru had kept glancing towards him untill pavrotti had come up. He himself had to admit, it was hard not to pay attention when he was on stage. The next play started a few minutes later.

Much less interesting than the last, suguru's eyes drift to satoru who was already looking at him with a smirk, "enjoying yourself?" He whispers. Suguru nods, leaning closer, "its incredibly stuffy in here, how do the actors not die with all of their costumes?" Satoru's eyes, despite the sunglasses flit to suguru's lips, "i dont know, i guess you gotta jump in a cold bath immediately after getting off stage?" Suguru hums, his own eyes lowering to satoru's lips, "or perhaps they need to undress as fast as they can." He murmurs, their breaths mingle, their lips brush, and as the choir starts, their lips seal. And to suguru its like a wave crashing into him, for satoru its like the bells if heaven started ringing. Suguru's hand comes up to hold satoru's jaw, slowly shifting to cradle his nape, deepening the kiss.

The kids had fallen asleep, and satoru pulls back just enough to whisper against suguru's lips, "how about we take this someplace else?" Suguru nods, standing, each of them take a kid and book it out of the opera within seconds. Satoru barely takes the time to buckle the kids up that he's already speeding off.

They arrive at satoru's place, satoru parking haphazardly and quickly running up the stairs with megumi and Tsumiki in his arms, suguru hot on his heels. Once upstairs, satoru quickly puts the kids to bed, not even bothering with their respective rooms, just placing both of them in tsumiki's room and covering them with a blanket. Suguru was already waiting for him by the door of satoru's study.

Satoru marches towards suguru, already undoing his tie and popping the buttons of his waistcoat. Suguru smirking as satoru leads suguru to his own bedroom.

Clothes are shed like they are a bother, lips crashing into each other with hunger of two men who hadn't had a relationship since one of the most important person in their lives died. Suguru's hands were all over satoru, travelling over soft skin, peaked nipples and the mouthwatering curve of his ass while his mouth mapped the column of satoru's throat, laving and leaving small bites across the pale expanse. Satoru is breathless, arching into suguru's touch with desperation, his fingers tangling in the younger man's long hair. Suguru pulls back just enough to look at his canvas, "do you have lube?" Satoru nods, reaching for the bedside cabinet and pulling out a halfempty bottle of lube.

Suguru doesn't waist any time, coating his fingers with lube before gently probing satoru's entrance. Satoru gasps, cursing at the stretch of suguru's finger, long and thick, stretching him deliciously. Suguru observes every single one of satoru's reactions, making sure not to hurt him, he slowly lowers himself to satoru's flushed lenght, he takes advantage of the fact that satoru was looking away to take him into his mouth, eliciting a breathles broken moan that sends suguru's blood rushing south.

Satoru's back arches, toes curling at the dual stimulation, suguru hollows his cheeks as he adds a second finger, groaning when satoru tugs his hair hard enough to make his scalp tingle.

"Fuck- wait- fuck suguru-hah!" Satoru's voice cracks, his hips bucking up uncontrollably, suguru gags around satoru's cock, his throat working around satoru deliciously, sending sparks of pleasure up satoru's spine. Right as suguru feels satoru's cock jump, suguru pulls off with a wet, filthy pop.

Suguru grins up at satoru as he pulls his fingers out, satoru's eyes widen slightly when suguru discards his boxers, suguru's lenght springing free, and oh god, satoru was definitely going to need crutches tomorrow.

Suguru spreads satoru's legs further, holding satoru's ankle as he aligns himself with satoru, slowly pushing in, with his other hand he gently takes satoru's glasses off and he's met with ocean eyes refracting light like a broken mirror, filled with unshed tears, pupils blown wide with lust looking straight at suguru, suguru bites his lip, thinking of ANYTHING that wouldn't make him cum right here right now, it didn't help that satoru was obscenely tight, it didn't help that satoru was so goddamn hot, lying beneath him, hair fanned out, cheeks flushed, lips bitten raw and kiss swolen, looking like he just crawled out of a fucking porn magazine.

Suguru starts slow, but satoru seems to have other plans, one moment suguru was fucking into satoru and the next satoru was on top of him, his thighs bracketing suguru's as he snaps his hips down, hard, biting his lip to keep the volume down.

Suguru's mouth falls open as satoru starts riding him, rolling his hips just right, his abdomen muscles spasming as suguru's cockhead hit his prostate dead on. Stars explode in satoru's vision, his hips slowing to a deep grind to chase his pleasure. Satoru's back arches sharply as suguru thrusts up to meet his descent, satoru's cock jumping as his orgasm hits him like a brick, suguru doesn't slow his thrusts, flipping their positions anew.

And so the night ticket past, orgasm after orgasm suguru wrung out of satoru, his own releases growing fewer between rounds, but just seeing satoru's wrecked face was enough to make suguru go again.

The next day they're woken up by the kids arguing loudly over who gets the last croissant. Satoru reluctantly rolls out of bed, a yelp escaping him at the jolt of pain coursing through his entire body as he walks, slipping on a pair of boxers and a shirt before opening the door of his room, "fermez la! Je vous achete un croissant chaque un sur la route! "(Shut it, i'll buy each of you a croissant on the road) He barks, walking into bathroom. Satoru blinks the sleep out of his eyes, his jaw dropping at the state of himself, he looked like he'd been mauled by a fucking bear. Bruises across his entire body, his wrists were circled blue, his neck was too. He lifts the shirt, His collarbones were a canvas of bites and hickeys, his ribs were covered in marks too, his hips had goddamn handprints on them!? Yet, thinking back on it, he doesn't think he'd ever had sex that good.

The day trickles by way too fast for either of their liking and suguru ends up staying over again, and again, satoru sees heaven, its like suguru gave satoru wings, and satoru gave suguru the water to finally quench his thirst and forget the real world.

Third day slips by and suguru is hit with a reality he cant escape… he was leaving tonight. Satoru was holding suguru's hand when suguru stops in his tracks. "I'll be leaving tonight.." he murmurs softly. Satoru smiles, turning to face suguru, "thats it then? I think these was the most fun i've had in the last 10 years of my life." He says softly.

Suguru looks away, "well then you have a very sad life." Satoru barks a laugh, "im sorry mister who is highkey worse than me." Suguru smiles, "will you come say bye?" Satoru nods. "I will."

That evening, as promised, satoru is at the airport when they leave, suguru's friends waiting for suguru and nanamk as they says their goodbyes to the kids and for suguru a goodbye to satoru. They exchange a last kiss before suguru turns around and walks away, his steps growing heavier with each step. Satoru watches him go before shaking his kids, "lets get some ice cream shall we?" He murmurs, but the ice cream was more for himself than for either megumi or tsumiki, it would be the only thing that holds back the flood that was preparing in his eyes.

On the plane, nanami looks at suguru, it was like the life was draining out of him the further he was from satoru. "Geto.. just go. There's nothing waiting for you in japan, but satoru might actually wait for you, here, in paris." Suguru's eyes dart to the window, looking inside of the airport. "If i am going to stay then i need at least a sign of the heavens." He murmurs. Several minutes later the plane's engine dies down, "dear passangers, we're experiencing some mild issues with our ventilation system, this flight will be delayed by half an hour to fix the issue,-" suguru was out of his seat before anyone could blink, runing to the door hissing open and bolting down the stairs. Suguru runs through the gates, not even bothering with scanning his boarding pass or anything all he could think of was that he hoped satoru was still in the airport. He runs outside and his eyes spot a tuft of white hair, his feet carry him without his consent, and his arms wrap around satoru's waist like they belonged there. Satoru turns around, cheeks buldging with the icecream cone and his eyes wide, "what are you doing here? Isn't your plane supposed to be high up by now?" Suguru laughs, a crystaline sound, "i asked the heavens to give me a sign if i needed to stay, and the plane broke down."

Satoru's laughter rises alongside his, "well, welcome in paris, suguru geto."

Fin.