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The loud music was making his ears ring. He closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath, focusing on his scent. It was cool yet sweet and it stood out from the sweaty air around them. It was nice; refreshing. Satoru felt like he could properly ingest oxygen because of it. He licked over his lips slowly and slid a hand through the back of the man’s long hair, nails scratching gently over the nape of his neck.
“Suguru.” The man spoke up into his ear, sending a cold shiver down his spine. Closeness was required, or else they wouldn’t have been able to hear themselves. The crowd of people around them also made it impossible for them to put much space between their bodies. Not like they wanted to.
“What?”
He could feel a stretch of lips against his earlobe.
“My name’s Suguru.” The other hummed and bit down gently at the small bud of flesh that was against his lips. His tongue rolled slowly over the skin, giving it a small suck. He didn’t miss how the white haired man’s breath hitched in his throat because of it.
“Right.” Satoru murmured and placed the hand that wasn’t busy tugging at his - Suguru’s- hair, on his toned chest. His fingers slowly explored the built pectorals underneath them and Satoru realized that yeah, he could definitely take the guy home. “I’m Nanami.” He breathed, lips brushing against the other’s cheek as he spoke. He may be reckless enough to want to fuck a guy he met only five minutes ago, but he wasn’t stupid enough to give him his actual name. Although that was probably a super fucking idiotic decision, considering the man would end up moaning his best friend’s name instead of his.
The club was making Satoru dizzy. Really, it was the alcohol. But the closed space wasn’t exactly helping. The only thing keeping him grounded was Suguru’s scent and his mouth on his ear. He swayed to the sound of the electronic music, hands moving to cup the man’s cheeks. He was slightly shorter than him, but Satoru didn’t mind it. Not like he could get picky about his hookups. It was already hard enough to find someone as tall as Suguru.
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Let me buy you a drink?”
Both men spoke at the same time, causing Satoru to blush slightly at his own words. He bit at his lower lip harshly and nodded slowly, as Suguru grinned with a raised eyebrow.
“Guess I don’t really need to buy you a drink anymore, Nanami.” Suguru whispered, arms snaking around Satoru’s waist. He spun the man around and pressed up against his back, grinding his crotch against the taller man’s ass.
Satoru hated himself right then for not giving him his real name. There was nothing he craved more at the moment than to hear his name slip past the other’s lips. His head rolled back, resting against Suguru’s shoulder, as he moved against him to the rhythm of the music.
“Guess not.” Satoru breathed and his lips parted at the feeling of Suguru’s hands running down his torso. The hot tips of his fingers slipped inside his shirt and Satoru allowed him to. He wasn’t known for being an easy catch and yet he was melting against this stranger. There was nothing about the situation that he could properly comprehend, other than the fact that he really wanted to get laid.
When did they get out of the club and to Suguru’s car? Satoru had no idea. He blinked quickly, trying to adjust his vision to his new surroundings, gasping when the cold night breeze hit him.
“Wait—”
The ground was moving. Was the ground supposed to move? Satoru didn’t think so. But it wasn’t because he was drunk. Well, maybe a little bit. His steps were light and he felt as if gravity didn’t apply to any of them at the moment. Satoru ran a hand through his hair and realized he was being held up against something; something cold and hard. It wasn’t Suguru’s erection, although that was indeed pressing against his thigh. He looked over his shoulder and realized the guy had him pinned to the car door. Although Satoru didn’t mind a little exhibitionism, fucking in the streets was on a whole new level.
“I’m not going to do anything to you.” Suguru rolled his eyes, apparently reading Satoru’s mind. He could read minds?
“Can you read minds?” Satoru breathed in shock, eyes widening slightly. He had no idea where he had left his sunglasses. He probably lost them somewhere in the bathroom when he washed his face around midnight. Nanami always teased him for going clubbing with them. But he didn’t understand that not just anyone was worthy enough of seeing the beautiful blue of his eyes. Nanami called him pretentious and dramatic but he didn’t care.
“What?” Suguru’s laugh was deep and it made Satoru’s insides warm up. “You literally just said you didn’t want to fuck in public.” He raised an eyebrow and tucked a loose strand of long hair behind his ear. His bun must have disheveled during the night.
Oh. So he hadn’t been thinking. Satoru had actually spoken.
“Right.” Satoru nodded slowly and looked down between their bodies, taking in a shaky breath at Suguru’s thigh between his legs. “So, why are you pinning me to the car then?” He spoke calmly. He didn’t want the other man to get away and held onto Suguru’s shirt to show him just that. “I’m not complaining but…”
“You were falling.” Suguru murmured and couldn’t help the amused grin that spread across his face. “I think you’re a little too drunk. What if I just take you home instead?”
“That’s what I want.” Satoru purred in what he hoped was a seductive tone. “For you to come home with me.” He pouted and wrapped his arms around Suguru’s neck, pulling him in closer. He pressed their foreheads together and brushed his lips against his. “You haven’t even kissed me. Can’t say goodbye to me just yet.”
Satoru sounded desperate and he knew it. God, he fucking knew it. But he was helpless to the words that were coming out of his mouth. Blame it on him being a horny bastard, this man’s sweet and cool perfume, on the alcohol, not getting dicked properly in a while… anything. Whatever the cause, Satoru lost the ability to control his impulses.
“I meant, home for you to sleep.” Suguru chuckled and caressed Satoru’s cheek tenderly.
“Do you think I want to sleep?” Satoru sighed dramatically and undid Suguru’s bun, allowing his long hair to fall down and frame his face. He slid the hair tie around his wrist so he wouldn’t lose it. There was a slim chance of said hair tie being Suguru’s favorite and Satoru didn’t want to risk losing it, just like he lost his favorite shades in the club. Maybe that was why he was being so sentimental about a fucking hair accessory.
“Not really.”
“Then let’s go. Your cock against my leg is making me lose my mind.”
And Satoru sobered up. Oh boy, did he sober up.
In the blink of an eye, he found himself being thrown onto a mattress. He propped himself up onto his elbows, licking over his lips hungrily as Suguru stepped into the bedroom. It took him a while to realize that the room he currently found himself in wasn’t familiar. Satoru looked around quickly, silently judging Suguru’s decorations. There was not much. It was all pretty minimalistic with dark colours everywhere. The black sheets were kinda hot, though. He liked them. Satoru gripped onto the dark covers of the bed and raised an eyebrow at the man standing in front of him.
“Well?” Satoru cleared his throat, nibbling at the corner of his lower lip in anticipation. “Are you just gonna stare at me all night long?”
“All night long, huh?” Suguru raised an eyebrow in return and stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His toned chest was dimly illuminated by the moonlight that seeped through the window, making Satoru shudder at the sight. “You think you can last?” He tilted his head to the side slightly, his hands reaching for his belt.
"Don't underestimate me." Satoru scoffed. He was sure that the man was torturing him. The way he slowly undid his belt and then harshly snatched it out of the loops of his pants made his mouth water. Suguru knew what he was doing and he was pretty damn sure that he also knew the effect he was having on him. His eyes followed every single movement Suguru’s hands made. He watched as the man unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, just to stop there. The whining sound that escaped the back of Satoru’s throat was completely involuntary.
“Disappointed?” Suguru teased and climbed onto the bed and on top of the taller man. He parted Satoru’s legs with his knee, making space enough for him to settle between them. “Patience is a virtue, you know?” He breathed and stared down into those hypnotizing blue orbs.
“That sucks because I’m not—”
Suguru’s lips were devouring his mouth before he could finish the sentence. His soft, warm, tongue slid against his and the sensation was delicious. Satoru didn’t think he had ever encountered someone that was such a good kisser. Sure, he had met many men who knew how to fuck before. But finding someone who knew how to use their mouth was a rarity.
Much to his dismay, though, the kiss was short lived. It had all been a distraction for Suguru to pin his arms above his head. It worked, certainly, because he didn’t even realize the tight grip around his wrists until Suguru’s tongue finally left his mouth.
“Are you into bondage?” Satoru asked, panting shakily as he stared at the man above him with wide eyes. His pupils were blown with lust, almost drowning out the color of his irises. Suguru chuckled in response to his question and Satoru felt positively lost. It was a fair doubt, right?
“Do you always talk this much when hooking up with someone?” Suguru countered and raised an eyebrow at him. He grabbed one of his wrists and guided Satoru’s arm to his mouth. Satoru’s brain couldn’t even formulate a response, too focused on the way Suguru’s teeth bit into the hair tie. He tugged the hair tie off his wrist, the tip of his tongue tracing the outline of his veins as he did so. It was such a mundane act, yet Suguru managed to make it obscene.
“Fuck.” Satoru gasped, his arm dropping like dead weight to his side as Suguru let go of it.
“What?” The innocence in Suguru’s voice was ridiculous. He smoothed his fingers through his long hair and tied it all up in a messy bun with a swift movement. He licked over his lips slowly, eyes running all over the man underneath him. “You’re too clothed for my liking.”
Suguru slid both of his hands slowly inside Satoru’s shirt, gently scraping his nails over the man’s defined abs. He already knew he had gotten himself a snack for the night. Not like he didn’t know it earlier, anyway. The way Satoru moved his hips when he danced by himself was sinful. Everything about him screamed beauty and Suguru was still trying to convince himself that he actually had him in his bed.
In a matter of seconds, Satoru was stripped from all his clothes. A cold shiver ran down his chest as his hot skin met the cold air, biting at his tongue gently to refrain himself from letting out an indecent sound.
“You’re the one that’s too clothed now.” Satoru murmured, not really bothered with his own nakedness. Part of him had always felt more comfortable without the burden of the extra weight of fabric on his body.
“Mhmm.” Suguru hummed, pressing open mouthed kisses everywhere but where Satoru actually wanted him to. The way the taller man kept licking over his lips made it clear that he wanted another kiss. But Suguru had other things in mind and other parts where to put his mouth. “All in due time.” He purred and licked hotly over each of Satoru’s nipples, delighted with the sensation of them hardening under his tongue.
If Satoru had any doubts that he was being tortured before, he was absolutely certain about it then. Warm, shaky, breaths were leaving his lips, fingers clenching onto the sheets so harshly, that his knuckles were turning whiter than usual. He wanted to touch Suguru and feel him close. Though, deep down, he wanted to behave and be good for this stranger and he had no idea why.
He closed his eyes, allowing the rest of his senses to guide him instead. It was like everything around him heightened when he did so, feeling Suguru’s scent even stronger than before. Was it because he was in his bed, over sheets soaked in his perfume? There was no way the man actually sprayed the entire room with it. But Satoru felt so engulfed by it, that he couldn't come up with any other logical explanation. Satoru gasped, breathing in the sweet scent shakily, as Suguru’s tongue left burning sensations on every inch of his skin that he ravished.
A wet sucking sound ripped through the air, disrupting Satoru’s soft, occasional, sounds. His back arched slightly off the bed, eyebrows furrowing as he realized Suguru was toying with his belly button. He didn’t even know that was a sensitive part of his body until then. Was he really hard already because of a few couple of licks over his body? Fuck. He probably seemed like a virgin to Suguru’s eyes. The last time he got so worked up in so little time he was seventeen; he was acting the same even though he was twenty-eight.
“Please…” Satoru whimpered, hands desperately reaching for Suguru’s hair. He undid his bun and slid the hair tie back around his own wrist, sliding his fingers through the long, velvety, locks. The grip he had on them was grounding. It reminded him of where he was and what he was doing. Although he was already way too high on the feeling to try and act like he was composed.
Please what? Suguru had barely touched him and Satoru had absolutely no idea what he was asking for. He just knew that he wanted more.
“What is it with you and my hair?” Suguru teased, chuckling as some of it fell onto his face. He blew a strand off his eyes before continuing his way down Satoru’s body. He kissed, bit and sucked all over his lower stomach, hips and inner thighs. Whenever he got close to his groin, though, he pulled away. He didn’t miss the way Satoru’s cock twitched in anticipation whenever he did so.
“I like it.” Satoru exhaled shakily, opening his eyes to look down at the man settled between his thighs. “Am I not allowed to touch it?” He whispered, hoping he wouldn’t get a negative reply.
“That’s not it.” Suguru reassured and attached his lips to Satoru’s inner thigh once again, sucking slowly. His front teeth nibbled gently at the spot, tongue swirling over the abused skin to ease the slight pain of the tender bite. There was something about seeing Satoru’s perfect skin colored by him that turned him on.
“Then?” The other breathed, his grip on the long hair tightening as Suguru pulled away from his thigh.
“I want to eat you out and hair gets in the way.” Suguru replied casually, as if it was the most natural and obvious answer in the world. He wrapped his fingers carefully around Satoru’s wrist and pulled his hand out of his hair. Once again, he dug his teeth into the hair tie and pulled it off.
“Do you always use your mouth to do that?” The words were out of Satoru’s mouth before he could even stop them. “You’re making such a simple act look so lewd.” He added, eyes wide, chest heaving slightly.
“Only when I want to put on a show for pretty boys.” Suguru smirked and picked up his hair back into a bun.
It wasn’t until Suguru was holding his legs by the back of his knees that Satoru fell into the realization of what was going to happen. He got so distracted by the fucking hair tie, that he completely ignored the part where Suguru said he wanted to devour him. Maybe not with those exact words, but that’s what Satoru made out of it. His breath hitched in his throat as his legs were thrown over strong shoulders, instinctively hooking them around Suguru’s head so as to pull him in closer to his body.
Was it then a good moment to tell Suguru he had never been rimmed before? It would probably be a mood killer. Not to mention he would definitely look like a virgin and Satoru didn’t want to seem inexperienced in front of this man. Suguru seemed so confident and sure of everything he did; he looked positively certain that he could and would pleasure Satoru. It would be embarrassing if Satoru looked like he couldn’t provide the same to him.
What if he couldn’t pleasure him, though? Satoru never received any complaints of how he was in bed. But then again, it would be rude for one night stands to contact him again just to tell him how awful of a fuck he was. Not like he had given anyone his number before. His drunken, unfounded, doubts disappeared from his mind as soon as he felt the tip of Suguru’s tongue tracing around his hole.
“God.” Satoru let out a high pitched gasp, eyes blown wide as he stared at the ceiling. He was too afraid that if he looked down at Suguru, he would cum at the sight.
That was all that Suguru needed as encouragement. He held onto Satoru’s outer thighs, enjoying the warmth of his legs around his head. He licked over his lips hungrily one last time, before pushing his tongue inside the man. Maybe if he had been a little less drunk and slightly less horny, he would’ve taken his time teasing Satoru just to see how long it took the him to beg. But he wasn’t in the mood for that. No. Right then, he just wanted to make Satoru scream.
The wet sounds that engulfed the room were obscene. Suguru’s tongue went in as deep as it could inside Satoru, his nose pressing gently against his perineum as he ate him out. He was licking everywhere, making sure to get the man as wet as possible. His grip on Satoru’s legs tightened, his fingertips digging harshly into the hard muscles as he sucked at his hole. There would surely be bruises when his hands finally left his legs. He couldn’t help it. Each and every one of Satoru’s sounds was driving him insane. The desperate whines and moans were music to his ears.
Satoru was a mess; his thighs were trembling and his fingers shaking. He reached over for the other pillow, hoping to get something more firm to hold on to, just to find that it wasn’t there. His desperate eyes scanned the bed, panting as he noticed the desired item was underneath his hips. When had Suguru lifted him up to place it there? Satoru didn’t fucking know. He was sure he had spaced out a few times due to the pleasure. All he could see was white and all he could feel was Suguru’s mouth on his ass, his hands on his legs and the way his cock was slowly leaking pre-cum.
“Sugu- Ahh!” Satoru moaned loudly, gasping sharply. The sudden intrusion took him off guard. He propped himself up onto his weak elbows, his slightly sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, and looked down at the man. Suguru was gently sucking at his balls, having replaced his tongue with one of his fingers. His eyes landed on the small bottle of lube by them, his whole body shaking.
“Fuck,” Satoru threw his head back, eyes slipping shut. He couldn’t keep his mouth closed, not even if he tried. His hips were subconsciously rocking down against Suguru’s finger, his body acting upon instinct to try and fuck himself on whatever he could get.
Suguru ran his tongue along Satoru’s length, taking the head of his cock into his mouth to give it a few lazy sucks. The tip of his tongue toyed with his slit, causing a purr-like sound to elicit from the back of his throat. He was having way too much fun making Satoru fall apart. With a painfully slow suck, Suguru let go of Satoru’s cock and looked up at him, as he added a second lubed finger inside him.
“Are you okay?” Suguru asked, pressing a tender kiss to Satoru’s lower stomach, before he sat up on the back of his thighs. Satoru’s legs were still quivering at either side of his body, weakly attempting to hook around his hips. Eager. He liked that.
“Okay?” Satoru scoffed and raised an eyebrow, lips glossy with his own saliva and red due to how much he had been biting at them. “You just spent like-” He stole a glance at the clock and his eyes widened slightly; although he didn’t know if it was due to the the slow, continuous, pump of Suguru’s fingers into his hole, or because of the realization of just how much time he got eaten out. “Twenty fucking minutes with your tongue in my ass and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” He panted.
“Yeah.” Suguru shrugged a shoulder and gave a Satoru a stupid fucking smile.
Didn’t his jaw hurt? Was he tired? It couldn’t have been pleasant for him, for sure. Yet there he was, this man that Satoru met an hour ago, looking adorable after almost making him cum untouched. Not to mention he was still worried about him, instead of focusing on the obvious hard on inside his jeans. That couldn’t be comfortable at all.
Satoru stared at Suguru in disbelief, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“I could—” Satoru’s words were interrupted by the loud moan that ripped through his body. He clenched down harshly around Suguru’s fingers, that had curled upwards and pressed right into his prostate. His fingers scratched at the sheets underneath him so harshly he ended up ripping them. “Holy fuck.” He whimpered and looked up at Suguru through heavy lashes and lidded eyes. “I was speaking.” He huffed, slightly offended. His body betrayed him, though, because his hips couldn’t help but rock down against the digits inside him, searching for that rush of pleasure once more.
“Sorry.” Suguru chuckled and slid his fingers out of Satoru instead, smirking at the sight of the man’s gaping hole fluttering around nothing. “You were saying?” He hummed as he stood up from the bed, unwrapping Satoru’s legs from around his body, so to finally finish undressing himself.
I could marry you. He wouldn’t mind spending his life with someone who ate him out like that. God, had he been missing out. He should start sleeping only with men who were willing to rim him.
“Nothing.” Satoru shook his head, staring intently as the rest of Suguru’s clothes fell onto the floor. “I forgot.” He lied and Suguru allowed him to, because despite the doubt in his eyes, he didn’t say anything else. “Will you please just get inside me already?” He pleaded, his eyes widening slightly in surprise by his own words. He really was fucking desperate.
Suguru walked over to the small nightstand by the bed and opened the first drawer. He took out four condoms and didn’t miss the way Satoru raised an eyebrow.
“You said you could go all night, right?” Suguru raised an eyebrow back at the man on the bed and smirked mischievously.
Satoru licked over his lips greedily in anticipation and nodded once.
Good.
“Where have you been all my life?” Satoru breathed out shakily, cheeks burning as soon as the words left his mouth. There was no point in trying to take it back. He bit at the corner of his lower lip, legs spreading for Suguru as the man settled back between them.
“Teaching children.” Suguru laughed and shrugged his shoulders, leaning down to mold his lips together with Satoru’s.
This guy was a fucking teacher? He worked with kids? Was he lying? No. There was nothing for him to gain out of it. So he was - so far- good in bed and apparently was lovely enough to teach kids? No wonder he insisted so much on that patience is a virtue shit. It made sense. Although interesting, Satoru quickly pushed those thoughts away. Getting fucked was a more pressing matter at the moment because, fucking finally, Suguru was kissing him again.
Unable to help himself, Satoru reached for Suguru’s hair. He undid his bun for the third time that night and tossed the hair tie harshly onto the floor. He wasn’t going to let Suguru do that thing with his mouth again nor let him pick his hair back up. This time, Suguru didn’t complain. Instead, he kissed Satoru more hungrily, his tongue rolling hotly against his, humming at the feeling of fingers going through his hair.
“I don’t need prep.” Satoru murmured, as soon as he gathered enough willpower to break the kiss. He had already sized up Suguru’s cock and yeah, it was big. Definitely bigger than his past partners. But he could take it. “I fingered myself in the bathroom.” He admitted and rubbed his thumbs gently over the slightly dark bags under Suguru’s eyes.
“Of the club?” Suguru scoffed, looking over the man’s face in amusement.
Satoru cleared his throat and looked away, flushing down to his chest. “Yeah.”
Suguru smiled widely and shook his head to himself, rolling his eyes some. “Where have you been all my life?” He teased gently, nudging his nose against Satoru’s cheek.
Of course the asshole had to use his own words against him. Satoru grinned widely at that, eyes fluttering shut as Suguru began to kiss down his jawline. “Accidentally parenting.” He answered and moaned, as the man sucked a hickey to the side of his neck. Normally, he had a no-marks policy. But oddly enough, he didn’t mind Suguru doing so. It would be a nice reminder of what seemed to be a rather promising night.
“Sounds tough.” Suguru hummed and pressed his tongue against Satoru’s pulse point, enjoying the rapid beat of his heart.
“So does teaching kids.”
Suguru pulled away from the man’s neck and stared into his bright blue eyes for a moment, before a warm smile broke across his face. “Yeah.” He nodded in agreement and kissed Satoru’s lips quickly one last time, before he sat up slightly. He picked up a condom and ripped open the wrapper with his teeth, wasting no time in rolling it down his throbbing, neglected, cock.
“Stop doing things with your teeth.” Satoru murmured and ran both of his hands through his own hair, pushing the white strands off his forehead. “It’s driving me crazy.” He breathed and placed a hand on Suguru’s chest, running it down his firm torso, admiring the beauty of the man that was clearly about to wreck him.
“Want me to bite you?” Suguru said jokingly, as he aligned the head of his cock with Satoru’s hole.
“Yes.” Satoru blurted out quickly, barely leaving time for any of them to breathe with how fast he spoke up. He bit the inside of his cheek and hooked a leg around Suguru’s waist, lifting the other one to place it on his shoulder. He made a mental note to thank Shoko later for forcing him to go with her to those yoga classes. “Please?” He spoke, his heart hammering inside his ribcage as he watched how Suguru’s eyes darkened.
He really should’ve paid more attention when Nanami told him he should be careful for what he wished for. Because nothing could’ve prepared him for the way that Suguru slammed his cock inside him, bottoming out with the first thrust, while simultaneously biting down at the spot between his neck and shoulder. A loud cry ripped through Satoru, back arching off the bed and pressing up against Suguru. He felt so damn full and the pain of the bite was intoxicating. Both sensations mixed together? It was pure bliss.
Satoru lost the ability to formulate coherent sentences. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Suguru thrusted into him hard, moans never seizing to leave his lips. His leg tightened around the man’s middle, trying desperately to pull Suguru in closer, despite him being as close as he physically possibly could. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.
“Suguru,” Satoru moaned wantonly, scratching down his shoulder blade harshly. He clenched down around his cock as the man hit his prostate once again, gasping loudly. “Suguru, Suguru, Suguru…” Were the only words coming out of his mouth. Satoru wanted to say that there was the spot that needed more attention. Luckily for him, there was no need to say anything. The man above him clearly knew what he was doing and continued to pound into Satoru’s prostate relentlessly.
Yeah. Satoru could absolutely marry this man.
Suguru moaned deeply, eyebrows furrowing, as he held onto the back of Satoru’s leg that was around his waist. He moved it onto his shoulder as well and leaned down, still thrusting into the man, letting out a pleased sound as Satoru practically bended in half. Flexible. He licked over his lips eagerly and couldn’t help the strands of his hair that fell onto his face.
As if Satoru could read Suguru’s thoughts, through high pitched moans and trembling legs, he reached up and brushed the man’s hair off his face. He combed it all with his fingers onto one side of head, cupping his face once he was done. Satoru pulled Suguru down closer onto his body and kissed him eagerly. It had way too much tongue and it got rough when teeth got involved, biting at each other’s lips with hunger, but Satoru still thought it was perfect.
“Suguru, I…” Satoru moaned loudly, panting shakily. His abs clenched and loosened up deliciously with every hit to his prostate, his swollen cock leaking. “I’m gonna cum.” He breathed against the man’s lips and licked hotly into his mouth.
Abruptly, though, everything ended.
He let out a cry as Suguru pulled out and got off him. His eyes widened, desperate and eager, his legs collapsing numbly onto the mattress now that he didn’t have Suguru’s shoulders as support.
“Why—”
Suguru grabbed Satoru by his hips and harshly spun him around, pinning the man down to the bed. He slipped back inside him easily and started fucking him once again, finding Satoru’s sweet spot in no time. His warm chest pressed against the other’s back, each thrust causing Satoru’s body to jerk upwards slightly.
“Fuck!” Satoru gasped, his face pressed down against the pillow, whining loudly at the need of some attention to his cock. Suguru changed positions in order to not allow him any sort of release until he came undone by his cock in his ass only. “Motherfucker.” He moaned raspily as Suguru bit at the back of his neck, his hands sliding under the pillows and holding onto the sheets for dear life.
“You’re so damn feisty.” Suguru moaned deeply into Satoru’s ear, holding onto his waist as he continued to fuck him. “I’m pounding your ass and you still won’t shut up.” He breathed and bit Satoru’s earlobe, sucking at it eagerly.
Satoru came before his brain could comprehend he had finished. He clenched tightly around Suguru’s cock, trying to milk him along with him. His hips stuttered, panting shakily, as he painted the black sheets with white streaks. His stomach would be a mess for sure, with all that cum sticking between him and the bed.
“Holy shit.” Satoru whimpered and looked over his shoulder at Suguru, who had a pleasure induced expression. His eyes were lidded, hair slightly damp and sticking to his face and shoulders. “Hmm… You look hot like that.” He purred and reached behind him, so to grab at Suguru’s hair and pull him close to his mouth. He kissed him sloppily, as best as he could with the awkward angle, biting at Suguru’s lower lip harshly as he felt the man’s hips faltering.
Suguru’s eyes slipped shut as he came, panting hotly against Satoru’s mouth, his lower lip still trapped between the man’s teeth. His hips slowly came to a stop, opening his eyes once the pressure of teeth disappeared from his lip.
“Round one.” Satoru breathed as Suguru slid out of him, whining at the loss. He felt so awfully empty and he hated himself for being so damn needy. He rolled over slowly, grimacing at the mess he made. His eyes landed on the notorious stains on the sheets and bit at his lower lip. “Sorry.” He panted and closed his eyes, catching a glimpse of Suguru who stood up from the bed.
“Don’t worry about it.” Suguru reassured, slightly out of breath. He got rid of the condom and tied it as he went into the bathroom. He tossed it weakly into the trash can, picking up a small towel with his other hand. He walked back to the bed after wetting the fabric a bit and began to clean up the man’s stomach. “You’re something else, Nana-”
“Satoru.” The worn out man rushed out, before Suguru could finish that sentence. Fuck no. The last thing he wanted to think about at the moment was Nanami. “My name’s Satoru.”
Suguru smirked at that and nodded slowly, continuing to gently ran the towel over Satoru’s abs. “I knew there was something off with your name.” He spoke and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m glad I’m now worthy enough to know your name, your Majesty.” He teased, which earned him a bite at his lip in return.
“Shut up.” Satoru laughed. He pressed his foot against the man’s chest and pushed him off himself without much force. “It was a safety measure.” He defended and flexed an arm behind his head, tilting his head slightly as he made eye contact with Suguru.
“Sure.”
“I hope you’re gonna keep your promise.” Satoru changed the topic and reached over for the three other condoms. He took them into his palm and then slowly let them fall onto the mattress. He stared at the small square packages for a second, before his eyes found their way to Suguru’s once again.
A small chuckle escaped past Suguru’s lips and nodded slowly. “Believe me. I have no intentions of breaking it.”
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Satoru didn’t mean to spend the night. It was certainly a first when it came to what he assumed was only a random hookup. But after four rounds of sex, a couple of blowjobs and Suguru eating him out as if he were the last meal on Earth, his body gave out. Their last round had been in the shower in their weak attempts to get themselves clean and away from each other. Suguru picked up Satoru into his arms and headed back to the bed once they were done, as he noticed the man’s legs trembling. They both curled up in bed and passed out in no time.
When Satoru woke up, he could barely move. His ass hurt and he was sure he would have a slight limp.
“Shit.” Satoru whispered to himself, slowly blinking awake. He licked over his lips and swallowed harshly, ignoring the sour taste in his mouth. This is exactly why he didn’t like sleeping in places that weren’t his own. Where was his toothbrush when he needed it? He ran a hand through his hair and turned his head to the side, looking over the other man.
Suguru was still fast asleep, his hair a pretty mess on the pillow. He had an arm wrapped around Satoru’s waist and one of his legs between his. No wonder Satoru didn’t get cold during the night. Not like there was time for any of them to cool down in the middle of their activities.
He carefully took Suguru’s wrist and lifted his arm off his middle, so to get out of the bed. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he got dressed, smirking to himself as his eyes landed on the discarded hair tie. He bit at his lower lip, ignoring the voice inside his head that hold him to take it. What better reason to see Suguru again than giving him his hair tie back? He could use the excuse of not knowing whether it was his favorite or not and that he didn’t want for him to miss it.
Satoru rolled his eyes to himself at the ridiculous idea and shook his head. What the hell was he thinking about? He sighed as he leaned down to pick the tie up, wincing slightly at the pull in his thigh muscles. Suguru really did a number on him. He placed the hair tie on the nightstand and looked over the sleeping man one last time, before he left the apartment.
The sun hit him right in the eyes as he stepped out of the building, causing him to groan. Of course he had to lose his favorite sunglasses. He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. Oh well. There was no point in dwelling about it. It would also be impossible to recover them from the club. Someone probably already stole them. They were expensive too. No one would pass up on that opportunity.
Home. That's where he needed to go. But first, painkillers.
“No, that’s all. Thanks.” He smiled at the girl behind the counter of the pharmacy, who asked if he needed anything else aside from the box of Tylenol. His hungover wasn’t as bad as other times, but it was still annoying as fuck. He already had the lower half of his body in flames. Keeping his head out of the pain equation would've been great. But of course life wasn't treating him that day.
“Have a nice day.” She hummed after handing Satoru the box of pills in a small bag, her cheeks tinting pink as she stared into his eyes. “Come back soon.” She added without thinking, blushing deeply by the end of her sentence.
Satoru chuckled and smirked some. “Maybe I will.” He winked and spun around on the back of his heels, heading towards the door.
The walk back home wasn’t even that long but it felt like an eternity. Mainly because his legs weren’t really cooperating with him at the moment. A mere twenty minute walk wore him out and Satoru found himself leaning back against the main door of his house, once he was finally inside.
“God.” Satoru breathed out shakily and tossed the keys onto the small bowl he kept by the entrance hall.
“Rough night?” Shoko raised an eyebrow as she made her way down the stairs, chuckling to herself as she took in her friend’s state. “Damn. You okay? Your legs look like they’re about to crumble.”
“Is it possible for men to not have a refractory period?” Satoru looked up at Shoko and bit at the corner of his lower lip, a cold shiver running down his back as memories from last night began to fill his mind.
Shoko’s eyes widened at the question and couldn’t avoid the grin that appeared on her face. “It’s rare, like, super rare, but yeah.”
Oh, Satoru was so absolutely fucking certain about it.
“I’m marrying that guy.” He breathed and threw his head back against the door, eyes slipping shut. He licked over his lips and smiled small to himself. “I don’t think you wanna know the details-”
“If you dare spare any details, I’ll cut your balls off.” Shoko said seriously and stepped into the kitchen, so to put the kettle on. “But first go take a shower. You reek of sex. I don’t want Megumi waking up to the smell of cum. Unlike you, I’m actually trying to preserve his innocence for as long as I can.” She huffed.
“Oi. Who died and made you the parent?” Satoru huffed and waved a dismissive hand, as he pushed himself off the door. “What are you trying to imply? I’m a great father.” He said proudly and slowly made his way towards the stairs.
“Well, I’m the one who looks after the kid when you go out to get dicked. Clearly I am the one that has their priorities straight.” Shoko called, unable to restrain her laughter any longer.
“Oi! Don’t expect anything straight out of me.” Satoru grinned widely and shook his head. He walked down the hall towards his bedroom, stopping only before Megumi’s room. He opened the door silently and peeked his head inside. There was the six year old kid sleeping soundly in his bed, holding onto his two dog plushies. “Cutie.” He whispered to himself and closed the door once again, resuming his way to his room.
Once he finally found himself in the peacefulness of his chambers, Satoru let out a heavy sigh and collapsed onto the bed. “Damn it, Suguru.” He whispered and draped his forearm over his eyes. He had never felt so worn out. Was he getting old? Was life telling him he should probably stop going out? Suguru couldn’t have been much younger than him. Although judging by his libido alone, Satoru could’ve easily mistaken him for an eighteen year old.
Eventually, Satoru pulled his arm off his face and sat up on the bed. He yawned tiredly and rubbed the back of his neck, as he looked around the room. He really needed a shower. His eyes landed on the clock on the wall and his eyes widened. Midday?! He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. Fuck, he really was getting old. Satoru pursed his lips together and stood up from the bed, deciding to stop dwelling on the passage of time and get rid of his smell instead.
It wasn’t until he was standing fully naked in front of the mirror that he realized just how rough his night had been. His lips parted slightly in shock, his fingers gently running over every bite, hickey and nail marks on his body. “Holy…” He gasped, blushing as he spotted the big, purple, bruise on the side of his neck. Did he really walk across town with that on display? “Fucking hell.” Satoru murmured, unable to help the blush that appeared on his cheeks. If he had the guy’s number, he would’ve taken a picture of himself and sent it to him. Too bad they didn’t exchange contacts. Well, not like they had any reason to. After all, Satoru was sure he would never see the man ever again.
Since he was already late and most likely missed breakfast, Satoru decided to take his time in the shower. He enjoyed every second of the hot water that fell onto his body, deciding he had enough after he was properly clean (everywhere) and his skin was beginning to turn red.
He got dressed quickly and slowly made his way downstairs, not able to rush down them like usual since his legs were still recovering. The smell of food guided him to the kitchen and licked over his lips at the sight of lunch.
“I’m starving.” Satoru hummed and sat down at his usual place, ruffling Megumi’s hair who was sitting beside him. “Hey, kiddo. Did you sleep well?”
“Hi, Sasa.” Megumi huffed, trying to get away from the man’s hand. He touched anxiously over his hair once Satoru pulled away, trying to style it back again. “Yeah. Shosho read me a bedtime story last night. You never do.” He murmured and took a big bite of his salad.
Satoru scoffed at that and raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I always read you stories.”
“But not the ones I like. You always read stuff about princesses.” Megumi countered and shrugged.
Satoru rolled his eyes, smiling warmly at that. “Right. I’m sorry for disturbing your fragile masculinity.” He sighed dramatically and winced as Shoko hit the back of his head with the wooden spoon she was using to cook. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Who’s the adult, Satoru?” Shoko raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her waist. “He’s six. Leave him alone.”
“Alright, alright.” He chuckled, letting out a soft sigh as he stared at Megumi with a fond expression. His heart warmed at the sight of the child that had a red mustache of strawberry juice. He grinned widely and impulsively leaned over Megumi so to kiss his head.
Things were back to normal and Suguru would eventually be nothing more than a faded memory.