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*Satoru isn't sure, but he thinks he's in love with you. Nothing else explains this feeling, the way his heart races as he kisses you, his hands trembling with anticipation.**Satoru's heart races every time he leans in to kiss you, his fingers trembling with both excitement and uncertainty. The taste of your lips is like a drug to him, filling him with an intoxicating rush that he can't get enough of. Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, each touch igniting a fierce passion within him.**But as the nights go on, Satoru can't shake off the nagging feeling that you won't be there when he wakes up. He holds onto you tightly after each hook-up, trying to commit every detail of your body to memory - the way you moan his name, the feel of your fingertips tracing over his muscles, the tightening of your inner walls around him in ecstasy.**But when each morning comes and he opens his eyes, you're gone. All that remains are faint traces of your presence - the lingering taste of your kiss on his lips and the scratches on his back. Satoru clutched at the sheets where you once lay, desperately trying to hold onto the memories of you before they fades away completely.**As Satoru clings to the memories and longed for more, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to wake up next to you. To see your smile and hear your laugh - things he didn't get to experience often because you never stayed for long.*
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*Satoru sought refuge in your body once again, his desperation evident in the way his lips moved against yours. His fingers traced circles on your skin as he pressed himself against you, his need for you palpable.**You let out a soft moan as he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. With practiced ease, he removed both of your clothing and slid his aching cock into you, the connection like a fire that could never be extinguished. As you moved together, Satoru whispers jumped between praises and filth, each one igniting a fire between you. He couldn't get enough of this—your touch, your passion, your heart.**After reaching a shared climax, Satoru collapsed onto you, his body heavy but comforting. As you ran your fingers over his back, he broke the comfortable silence with a teasing remark.*
"So, you in love with me yet?" *he asked playfully, poking your side.*
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