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Satoru knew exactly what he needed today. He knew exactly what he was going to do. The mission he was on up till then, wasn’t particularly hard, just tiring. And the yapping of Yaga after he came back tired him out even more.
But it was fine. Because now he was standing inside Itadori Yuuji’s room. Yuuji was sleeping soundly, his face slightly lit by the moon. His breathing was even and Satoru spent a few minutes simply watching the boy. Content, in observing his chest's steady up and down with each breath and his eyes moving underneath his eyelids.
Was it wrong? Probably. But Satoru knew that today nothing would stop him. He knew Yuuji wouldn’t. The rest didn’t matter.
As he came closer, he felt his pulse picking up. Excitement ran through his veins in a way that a fight could barely come close to anymore. The image of his hand against Yuuji’s skin, no barrier beneath him. That image alone was enough for him on most days. This though.
He willed himself to calm down as he sat beside Yuuji’s sleeping form. His hand, reaching out to stroke over Yuuji’s soft cheek, was trembling. Surely because of the adrenaline. The touch.
‘Mine’, he thought, almost taken aback by how possessive his own voice sounded in his mind. His thumb rested gently on Yuuji’s cheek, caressing it, before sliding down to his lips. They were calloused and rough. Worry-bitten. There was a wound from a fight earlier that day where his lip had burst. He caressed the wound as well, which was already healing up, just crusty around the edges.
Yuuji sighed. Whether it was because of Satoru’s ministrations or because of his dream, he couldn’t tell. He used it nevertheless to push his thumb further in, parting Yuuji’s lips and feeling his teeth and tongue. He bowed down until he was close enough for Yuuji’s breath to fan over him. He paid close attention to how his teeth and tongue felt against his thumb and spent seemingly ages memorizing the texture.
A part of him wanted to kiss him right then and there. Wanted to claim his lips and feel the roughness against his soft ones. He wondered whether Yuuji had been kissed before. It was this thought that made him halt in his movement. He wanted to steal his first kiss. He wanted it to be his. But more than that he wanted to see Yuuji’s expression when he would steal it. He wanted to see his eyes widen and his cheeks redden. He wanted to see him reach for more of his touch and Satoru would give it freely.
So he held himself back, for once, satisfying himself with a kiss on the corner of Yuuji’s lips. Yuuji’s cheek trembled as his nose brushed over it. Yuuji’s breath stopped short in his lungs for a second as if he could feel Satoru in his sleep. It almost made Satoru change his mind. It almost made him want to bite and ravish the boy before he even was fully awake.
But not today.
Already too excited, Satoru got up and started tearing off his clothes. When the zipper caught in his jacket he tore on it until he broke it. The shirt followed quickly and he was so glad to finally get rid of his pants because he already felt his cock filling out. Lastly, he got rid of his blindfold, preferring to see Yuuji with his naked eye. He wanted Yuuji to look directly into his eyes before coming undone. He wanted Yuuji to see him and wanted Yuuji to touch him. He wanted him to be obsessed with Satoru.
Just as much as he was with Yuuji.
He only left his underwear, for now. Not wanting to scare the kid right away. It was easy to slip under his covers and slot his own body against Yuuji’s. It was easy to stroke over his hair and breathe in his scent. It was so easy to kiss the top of his head and savor every point of contact. How warm Yuuji was against him, the way his chest moved, and how his body felt against Satoru’s.
Yuuji was only wearing boxers to sleep, apparently. Which Satoru thanked him for.
It was only when his hands started to wander over his chest, that he felt nervousness next to excitement heat his body up. He knew it was probably wrong, but he still kept roaming his student’s body. His touch was feather-light, barely there, as he stroked along Yuuji’s bare arms. Up and down, till Yuuji was shivering and goose bumps rose over his skin.
Satoru continued nevertheless, watching Yuuji’s face as he let his hand fly over the boy’s body. He watched again, enthralled, how Yuuji’s eyes kept moving beneath his eyelids. He imagined how they painted a pretty dream inside his mind. A pretty one, at least according to his pink cheeks and gasps.
Satoru leaned down, pressing a kiss to his temple and reveling in the sound his lips made against Yuuji’s skin. It was so loud, in this quiet room. Then there were Yuuji’s gasps and yet barely-there whines as soon as Satoru placed his palm against Yuuji’s chest, his fingers stroking deliberately against Yuuji’s already pert nipples. It seemed to affect Yuuji as much as it did Satoru.
He chuckled when the boy next to him jumped under his ministrations. He let his head rest against his other arm, content with watching his student, his kid, jump and gasp when his fingers left a trail or pinched his skin.
During the day Yuuji had such a hard shell, during fights. It seemingly all came down during the night when he knew he was safe and sound. Satoru wondered, whether Yuuji just didn’t notice his presence or whether he was accepting it without thinking. Whether he thought he was safe with him. Whether this meant he was safe.
How much ‘safety’ would he accept from Satoru?
As he leaned down to kiss Yuuji’s forehead, he let his hand roam again, now with purpose and with pressure. He stroked over Yuuji’s toned muscles, the cuts and bruises from today’s fight, which were already almost healed, but still made Yuuji flinch when Satoru pressed down. He reached lower and didn’t stop when he brushed over the elastic band of his shorts. He continued till he could grab Yuuji’s already fully hard cock through the fabric. Oh, teenagers.
Upon the touch, Yuuji whined, high and needy, back arching and pushing into Satoru’s hand, rutting against it. For the beginning, Satoru decided to be nice and tightened his grip, eliciting a high-pitched whine from the boy. He turned his head towards Satoru, coming closer as if sensing his presence. Did he dream of him or someone else?
Satoru leaned in closer as well, nose brushing over Yuuji’s reddened ear and through strands of peachy hair. He breathed in Yuuji’s scent as he started to stroke his cock and relished in the sounds his student made. He let him press himself closer to Satoru, almost trying to evade the touch, that soon turned too much. Satoru kissed Yuuji’s red ear before finally letting him go.
Yuuji breathed hard, almost in relief, as he caught his breath. Satoru found himself pleased when Yuuji stayed pressed against him. Even in his sleep, he was searching for his presence. Satoru really hoped Yuuji wasn’t dreaming of anybody else, at least.
A few minutes passed, which Satoru used to watch Yuuji. Watched his hectic breathing calm, watched his chest’s up and down, watched how his cheeks turned from a deep coloured red to a blush on his nose and cheeks. At this point, he all but forgot about that annoying mission and any annoying higher-ups. He just wanted to continue watching Yuuji and see for himself what kind of expressions he made when he touched his body in places he hasn’t been touched before by anyone else but himself.
He was too pretty. Satoru wouldn’t mind giving away his first place to Yuuji.
He stole another kiss, only the corner of Yuuji’s chapped lips, thinking that he misses the deep red. It wasn’t over yet, after all.
He felt Yuuji sigh against his skin. No doubt his body was already anticipating the touch. Yuuji was still fully hard when Satoru reached back down. As if this much would be enough for a high-strung kid like Yuuji.
Satoru wasn’t in any better shape though. His own shorts became restricting very fast. He wasn’t ready to get rid of them just yet though. A stubborn image of Yuuji sliding them off his hips, eyes filled with lust and lips wobbling in nervousness, kept boring into his mind. Yuuji was a virgin, right? He was fifteen after all.
Did it matter? Not really, he’d still take him, but gods if the idea didn’t do things to Satoru. He probably hadn’t seen another man’s dick either. He wanted to see his expression. He wanted to see his face when he touched Satoru’s dick. He wanted to hear the sounds Yuuji would make. Consciously make. It’d be a feast for the gods, he’s sure. Because Yuuji himself is already a feast for the gods. So perfect, so cute, so gorgeous.
Satoru turned his body, one leg stretching out till he positioned it on Yuuji’s other side. Looming over him it was hard not to dive down, just a few inches, to claim his lips. He brushed past, settling for Yuuji’s neck, and started peppering the skin with kisses. Then with nibs and bites. He wanted to leave his marks eventually, his bruises and indents off his teeth. It became harder to wait with each passing second.
“Come on, Yuuji,” he whined into his ear. “Wake up for me.”
He sat back up, scooting lower on Yuuji’s body to reach for his dick again. It laid hard and waiting within the confinement of his shorts. God, how he wanted to get rid of them.
“Come on, baby.”
Another whisper, as he started to rub the length through the fabric once more. Yuuji responded as sensitive as before, arching into the touch and whining at the sensation. He felt for Satoru’s presence again and grew seemingly frustrated when he couldn’t find him next to himself anymore.
Satoru chuckled at Yuuji’s confusion, etched so clearly into his sleeping face. He frowned, even when another particular hard rub made him gasp.
“I’m here, baby,” Satoru said as he leaned down to nibble at Yuuji’s neck, who turned to the side, giving him more room. “Be good for me and wake up.” Another kiss. “You want to come, don’t you? Come on.”
Yuuji arched against him. Satoru didn’t know whether it was in response to his words or to his presence so close to Yuuji again. Yuuji attempted to lift his arms but was still too lost in the land of dreams. He grabbed onto his pillow instead, as his brows furrowed and his mouth opened in another gasp.
Satoru was rarely a man of patience, only if it was really, really worth it, and it took too much restraint for him not to ravish those lips. He looked away, knowing that if he caught another glimpse of Yuuji’s pink, wet tongue, he’d lose it. Completely ignoring his own aching erection he continued his attack on Yuuji’s neck, not shying away from littering his shoulder and collarbone with more kisses and soft bites.
“Yuuji, baby.”
His hand stopped pumping Yuuji’s cock, instead coming up to cup his student’s face. He was so fucking hard it was slowly becoming unbearable. He wanted to see Yuuji’s cute, cute face when he realized what was being done to him before he came. Fuck. He began to rut against Yuuji’s erection, knowing it’d make things worse for him but unable to stop when Yuuji reciprocated the movement. He openly moaned into Yuuji’s ear at the feeling, biting and licking it and hoping Yuuji would finally wake up.
He was so close to begging at this point, so lost for this kid. The strongest at the mercy of one teenager, who was asleep.
He whined at the thought. He’d blow his load even without the kid being awake. He was so lost for him. God, he’ll probably need Yuuji in the future as well after an annoying mission. He needed his body and his touch. His mind too, preferably.
“Yuuji, baby, please,” he gasped against Yuuji’s neck. His movement grew slow and deliberate, trying desperately to stretch things out, to let him last longer.
He licked along Yuuji’s neck, collecting the sweat off his skin and drowning in the scent. Yuuji’s Adam's apple jumped and his blush seemed to follow the line of Satoru’s tongue as he whined.
“I…” Yuuji turned his head. “What…”
His eyes were still closed, eyebrows furrowed but there seemed to be a sense of recognition and awareness in his features now.
“Yeah, come on, baby, that’s good.”
Satoru kissed his cheek and Yuuji leaned in closer, searching for his touch. One hand came up, finally, with too much speed, since Yuuji had no control yet, and searched for the body above him.
“I’m right here,” Satoru said when Yuuji finally found him. Immediately he clutched onto him like a lifeline, his safety line.
Yuuji’s eyelashes fluttered, so close to opening. He sighed out and his breath fanned against Satoru.
“Se-Sensei?”, he croaked, voice groggy with sleep. “What’s… happening?”
Satoru answered with a kiss against the corner of his lips and relished in the way Yuuji’s breath hitched and his hand clung to him even tighter.
“What…”
Yuuji’s other arm came up to rub at his eyes like he was trying to get rid of his sleepiness and see whether what was happening was true and real.
His other hand stayed clutched in Satoru’s and he felt so wanted, so needed.
He peppered kisses against his jaw again, up to his ear.
“Want you,” he groaned into his ear, trying not to sound too desperate for the kid, but he guessed he failed because Yuuji had a full-body shiver and the sweetest sound left his mouth. A whine, just barely there but Satoru already tried to catch every little sound. It was impossible not to perceive.
“Want… me?”, he asked, as if he couldn’t believe it.
Satoru hummed an answer, leaning back to rut his hardness against Yuuji’s again, still trying not to come.
Yuuji followed him, both elbows now resting behind him so that he could look down and see for himself. He almost toppled over in his movement, since he wasn’t completely awake yet.
Satoru could see his eyes blinking rapidly, seemingly trying to take in everything and still decide whether it was real.
“I…” he breathed hard. “Oh my god.”
Without looking he reached for his bedside lamp, finally hitting the switch after multiple failed attempts and the warm light shining down on both of them did nothing to stop Satoru’s movement.
On the contrary, now with Yuuji’s eyes on him, blown wide, and his cheeks, cherry-red, he felt like he couldn't stop and whined out Yuuji’s name, making the boy flinch and look at him instead.
“Come on Yuuji, touch me,” he gasped, adding a silent, “Please?” when Yuuji just continued to stare at him with huge eyes.
“I, oh my god, yes, wait, I,” Yuuji stuttered out, as any fifteen-year-old kid would in his position. Still, it was so endearing to Satoru. He rolled his head back, trying to stifle a moan, but looked back so as not to miss Yuuji reaching for his bare cock.
His mouth was agape and he whined when he touched Satoru’s skin as if he got any pleasure from it. Satoru thought he might go insane sometime soon but he kept his eyes trained on the boy.
“Yeah, like this. Hold it a bit tighter, yeah?” And he groaned when Yuuji immediately followed his instructions.
“Such a good boy.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying. Yuuji whined in response and held his cock even tighter. The pre was dripping over his shaft and Yuuji’s hands at this point, serving perfectly as lube.
Satoru’s eyes rolled back as he rutted into Yuuji’s hand. He knew he was going crazy over the way Yuuji did his best to push back and make it so good for Satoru. He knew he’d need this every time now. God, he hadn’t expected Yuuji to be this cute about it.
Yuuji was still staring, eyes huge, starry-eyed, as if he still thought it was all a dream. A very good dream. Did he ever dream of this? God, he hoped he wasn’t the only one.
“Oh my god,” Yuuji gasped again, his own breath going labored and Satoru could feel him trying to rut against him as well but Satoru was too far gone to do anything about it. He was so close, so close. He would be done for in a few thrusts, he could feel it.
A litany of Yuuji’s name spilled off his lips and he could see it affect Yuuji as well, looking up at him with so much hope and…
“Go- Satoru,” he gasped and Satoru pressed forward one last time, crashing against Yuuji and sending them both against his pillow as he finally came into Yuuji’s hand and onto his stomach. He groaned into Yuuji’s skin, eyes rolling back as sparks of pleasure ran through him, biting into Yuuji’s shoulder as the last tremors went through his entire body and relished in the way Yuuji clenched and unclenched his fist.
Finally, he fell aside, beside Yuuji, breathing hard and trying to steady his thundering heartbeat.
For a while, they lay like that, in silence. Each trying to catch their breath and trying to figure out what just happened.
“So… I’m not dreaming?” Yuuji asked and Satoru had to laugh.
“No. No, you’re not dreaming,” he answered, looking at Yuuji with a smile.
“Oh my god,” Yuuji said, still looking at Satoru with wide-blown eyes.
“Oh my god.” He looked down at his hand, then his stomach. His face seemed to reach a deeper shade of red with every passing second.
He looked back to Satoru.
“I, uhm.” He gulped, eyes flitting this way and that before resting on Satoru again.
“What’s up?” Satoru couldn’t help but smile at Yuuji’s troubled look. He could guess what the kid was on about, but still, he did like to see him struggle a bit.
“I’m still… you know,” Yuuji lowered his head a bit, staring up at him from beneath his eyelashes as he tried to subtly hide away from Satoru’s gaze. It only had the opposite effect because it made Yuuji look so, so delicious. Satoru really wished he could just go immediately again.
“Gojo-sensei, I-”
“Gojo-sensei?” Satoru’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, chuckling at the name. “Just know you were screaming a different name.”
“Well! Well, I! It was a spur-of-the-moment thing!” Yuuji tried to defend himself. “I was, I had, uh, y-your c-cock in my hand! It kind of didn’t sound right to call you…that,” Yuuji pouted and Satoru laughed at him.
“And ‘Gojo-sensei’ is fine with my come all over you, I’m guessing?”
Yuuji continued to pout and Satoru continued laughing, nuzzling his hair because the kid was too cute.
“Just Satoru is fine,” he said eventually, kissing his temple.
“Satoru-san,” Yuuji said resolutely and Satoru huffed gently.
“Fine.”
“Well, Satoru-san, you’re not fair, because you woke me up in the middle of the night doing… doing this. Which, first of all, what is this? What is happening? And why? And you know I really didn’t imagine my first time being with another person to end up like this and… and…” Yuuji’s voice trailed off towards the end, his voice barely a whisper. “And after doing all this, you don’t even kiss me…”
Satoru stared down at him with laughter still in his eyes. How could he be this cute? With Satoru’s come all over him as well. He chuckled before fetching his discarded shirt, using it to clean Yuuji’s hands and bare stomach.
“You know, you don’t have to kiss in order to do this, right?”
“...I know, I just thought. You know, if you like…” Satoru could hear the disappointment in Yuuji’s voice, so he didn’t waste any time coming back up to fix him with his gaze again. Yuuji’s Adam’s apple bobbed in a gulp when their eyes met. Satoru knew it was him. Just him. He knew no one else made Yuuji react like that.
“So you want to kiss me because you like me?”
Satoru would dream of the shade of red Yuuji’s face coloured itself. His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.
“I mean!” Yuuji tried getting away, scooting up in the bed but Satoru quickly plopped back down beside him, trapping Yuuji in his place.
“I’m only teasing. I want to kiss you, too,” Satoru laughed.
Yuuji still doesn’t look convinced, though.
“But… do you… like… me, too?” And the way he attempted to hide was to die for.
Satoru hummed. “Guess you could say that.”
“You’re so mean.”
“I like Yuuji-kun,” he said then, making sure to hold Yuuji’s gaze.
“...I like Satoru-san, too,” Yuuji said after a while.
“Didn’t expect anything less,” he said and moved closer without any further ado.
“So then how do you feel about getting kissed by the most handsomest man on earth?”
“I’d like to rethink my decision one more time, please.” Yuuji grimaced but Satoru saw the joy in his eyes.
“Hah, no. No take backsies,” he said against Yuuji’s trembling lips. He reached over Yuuji’s body, pulling him closer to him. Bare stomach against Satoru and their legs entangled, Satoru leaned in and drank in Yuuji’s stuttering breath as he tipped his head back and their lips finally slotted against each other.
Yuuji’s hands quickly found their place within Satoru’s hair, found their purpose in pulling him impossibly close as Satoru tried leading them through the kiss. Yuuji, bless his heart, was too eager and followed him as soon as Satoru broke away for just a second, effectively clashing their teeth but neither cared.
Satoru leaned over the boy, not getting enough of him, and continued breathing him in. His tongue slipped between Yuuji’s lips and he relished in the gasp he heard.
Yuuji’s lips weren’t soft and they weren’t sweet. His wound began to bleed halfway through their kiss but Yuuji didn’t let him pull away. Their first kiss ended up tasting like spit and blood but neither cared much when their hands were all over each other.
Satoru took his time kissing Yuuji. He savoured every second and let his tongue drag over every part he could get to and Yuuji came back just as eager. Satoru felt so wanted, so needed. God, how he had missed this touch. Not, that anyone ever gave themselves up as Yuuji did. Not that anyone ever gave Satoru as much as Yuuji did.
Satoru reached down, finally taking Yuuji’s hard length in one steady grip and he watched Yuuji’s head roll back, eyes following suit, as his mouth let out the sweetest sounds.
He knew he had teased him enough up till now and Yuuji had done such a good job making Satoru come and being so cute while doing it, so he didn’t waste any more time teasing. He didn’t avert his eyes when he skipped the shorts and dived underneath the fabric to feel skin on skin and see Yuuji jolt at the contact. He watched him arch off the bed and bite into Satoru’s shoulder, clinging to him like a lifeline.
Only after he drank in the sight of it all, he dared to look down, pulling Yuuji’s cock out of his shorts and seeing it for himself. He had already known he was thick, based on the way he had touched him before but actually seeing it was an experience all in itself.
One day he’d jump on that, too, he thought.
But for now, he was content with making Yuuji come undone beneath him. So he swiped over the crown, smearing pre everywhere and using it to stroke Yuuji faster.
“Satoru-san,” Yuuji cried and when Satoru looked up Yuuji had actual tears in his eyes.
“You close, baby?”
His answer was a needy whine.
“Gonna… Hurry.” His voice broke off in a sob as he dug his fingers into Satoru’s skin. His panting quickened and Satoru trained his eyes back on Yuuji’s face and the way his eyes closed in bliss. His mouth wide open in a silent moan, his head tipping back as Satoru stroked him rapidly, squeezing his head. With a final stroke, Yuuji’s entire body jolted and the trapped voice finally broke free in a too-loud moan as Yuuji spurted over his entire stomach and chest.
Satoru continued stroking him, albeit slower, till Yuuji’s tremors and spurts died down and he began pawing at him, trying to get away.
Eventually, he whined and slapped Satoru’s hand away.
“Too much,” he gasped.
Satoru decided to let him be, for now, and used his shirt for wiping Yuuji’s come off his body and Satoru’s hand. Yuuji still complained, but let him clean his dick, too.
“‘Am tired, now,” he yawned.
“Really now? So that’s it? You just used me so you could come?”
Yuuji glared at him but still dragged him closer and snuggled in.
“Don’t be stupid,” he complained.
Satoru lifted his arm so Yuuji could comfortably lie on his shoulder and pulled him closer with his other arm.
“Also you woke me up in the middle of the night and made me come, you better deal with the consequences now,” Yuuji grumbled.
“I can deal with staying by your side forever and ever if that’s what you mean,” Satoru smiled. Yuuji really was too cute.
“No,” Yuuji said and sat up to look into Satoru’s face. “I’m gonna be awake in like half an hour again and then you better fuck me.”
So Satoru was the cute one now for thinking that.
Suddenly, Yuuji’s shyness had all but vanished. Maybe because they just made each other come. His face was still slightly flushed and it took him a second till he saw his gaze wavering a bit.
“Unless you don’t want to, I guess. And the other thing, too…” Yuuji muttered and hid his face again.
Okay, so he was still being cute.
“Oh, don’t worry, I will make sure you’ll see stars. Okay, dear?”
Yuuji whined and Satoru was fairly certain he felt his dick twitch against his leg. He chuckled.
“What, you like being called ‘Dear’?”
Yuuji whined again before he mumbled “Half an hour.”
“Half an hour,” Satoru repeated and kissed Yuuji on his lips.
Satoru was sure he’d stay awake. It was just half an hour, no time at all. And yet, he found himself wading through a thick fog of drowsiness and sleep clinging onto him when he felt something moving against him.
Thoughts still full of Yuuji, he managed to murmur the boy’s name. Just now he had a different image in his mind… He was sure it was of Yuuji. What were they doing again?
He felt his body being jostled and groaned out a complaint, which quickly died when he felt lips press against his own and hands stroke down his naked body.
Fuck, that felt good.
Heat traveled from his lips, down his chest, and further down, stopping just shy of his pelvis and he groaned in disappointment.
What was he thinking of right now? Something with Yuuji. What were they doing? A date?
Something wet wrapped around his dick and he groaned in appreciation.
He heard a voice, but didn’t understand the words.
“Good?” was all he heard.
So he answered
“Good.” with a sigh.
He felt like he was packed into soft and squishy clouds and he would’ve stayed there forever if he didn’t realize that he never went on a date with Yuuji.
He wanted to, but they never did. What did they do? The music store? No, that was a dream, too.
He was dreaming? It was all a dream?
He scrunched his eyebrows in thought. Gears turning in his head, he tried to reconstruct what the hell happened.
He was sleeping? He came back after a mission. Didn’t he visit Yuuji first? Right, he had a goal.
Satoru shot his eyes wide open, as memories rushed in. Fuck, he wanted to stay awake but totally fell asleep.
Greeted by the sight of Yuuji sitting on his thighs, pumping Satoru’s dick in both of his hands, cute little tongue sticking out, almost sent him right back to their dream date, though.
“Yuuji, what are you doing?” he managed to croak out.
“I told you you’d better fuck me when I wake up again. But you wouldn’t wake up, so I started by myself,” he said as if he didn’t almost crush Satoru’s eager dreams of taking Yuuji’s first everything.
“And make me miss out?? Yuuji, you hurt me.”
Yuuji had the audacity to shrug, still working his cock.
“How can you-”
Satoru grabbed Yuuji’s arm, stopping him in his movement. The kid looked at him, unimpressed, as he continued his ministrations with his other hand.
“How mean of you,” Satoru complained and swiveled them around, making Yuuji land on his back with an ‘Oof’.
“Hold on, give me a second,” he said, holding his head. Everything still seemed to be under thick fog. God, a glass of water would be nice right about now.
“Just let me-”
“No, hold on, I got this.”
He ignored the unimpressed look Yuuji threw at him.
“You’re supposed to be cute, Yuuji. Not bratty like this, fuck.”
Did he bring a bottle of water? Probably not, he didn’t think he’d end up staying so long anyway.
He got up, wading to Yuuji’s desk and snagging the water bottle, taking three big gulps. When he looked back he knew Yuuji had been staring.
“Did you say something?” he smirked at him and swiftly caught the pillow thrown at him.
“So you only like me cute?” Yuuji asked, nose high as if his feelings weren’t hurt.
He’ll kill Satoru one day.
Getting back to the bed, he pecked Yuuji’s wounded lips.
“I like all Yuujis.”
“You better,” Yuuji pouted and Satoru used it as an excuse to kiss it away.
“Satoru-san…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
He laid Yuuji down on his bed, admiring the creeping flush on his cheeks and chest. So he was still being sheepish about his first time. Was it his first time?
“Are you sure you want me for your first time?” he asked. Not because he wanted to clarify. Yuuji would tell him himself or punch him if he didn’t want to do anything anymore. But by god, did he need him to confirm this question.
Yuuji looked up at him with wide-blown eyes, gnawing at his lip.
“Don’t bite it. You’re already hurt.”
Satoru couldn’t stop himself from warning him and watched, entranced when Yuuji licked over his lips instead and stopped biting them.
“You’d still do it with me, even if it wasn’t my first time, wouldn’t you?”
Satoru only briefly wondered what bastard came before him but didn’t let the thought fester in his mind and stayed with Yuuji.
“I already said I’d stay forever.”
He was just a tiny bit disappointed.
Yuuji grinned up at him.
“Well, in that case, yes, I want you for my first time.”
“You mischievous little thing,” Satoru laughed and kissed the boy, who also began giggling.
“I just wanted to make sure, is all,” he laughed and Satoru reveled in the sound.
“Fine, fine. You got me there, though.” He nuzzled into Yuuji’s hair. “I wanted to be your first everything.”
“I’m not surprised,” Yuuji laughed but still wrapped his arms around Satoru.
Satoru could tease so much more, could say so much more, but Yuuji was willing and waiting beneath him and his lips were right by Yuuji’s neck and it was so much easier to press closer, to press kisses into his skin.
Yuuji became very quiet suddenly, baring his neck and scratching over Satoru’s skin. He couldn’t hide the tremble in his body either.
So he was nervous, after all.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it good for you,” he whispered into his ear before biting it lightly.
Yuuji arched into him and grabbed onto him a bit tighter. Of course he’d like that.
“Don’t doubt it,” Yuuji wheezed out, already out of breath.
Satoru snickered and pulled back a bit.
“Am I wrong or are you more sensitive than earlier?”
Yuuji frowned at him.
“Just nervous. Is that so bad?”
“Absolutely not.”
Satoru calmed him down and pressed another kiss to his cheek.
He continued pressing kisses against Yuuji’s skin, traveling further down to nip at his throat, when Yuuji pulled on his hair.
“Satoru-san, please. Just…”
“Hmm?”
“No foreplay…”
Satoru wanted to complain before Yuuji led his hand to his dick and Satoru found him already painfully hard and leaking. Satoru was ashamed to say he hadn’t even looked there since he woke up.
“Gosh, Yuuji, you’re all heated up already, huh?”
“I did wake up earlier and did… some stuff.”
Satoru's brain short-circuited for just a moment. The image of Yuuji playing with himself right next to him, Satoru completely unaware of it, disappointed him for just a second before his mouth split into a grin.
"Aw, geez, Yuuji-kun. You were so excited you played with yourself? I wish I could've seen it!"
"Satoru-san, please don't get distracted now," Yuuji sighed and wasted no time taking Satoru's hand and leading him further down to where his hole was.
He splayed his other arm over his eyes and turned his head away, bold in his actions but shy despite them.
"P-please… already. Been wanting it for so long now."
Satoru's breath caught between his teeth as he felt Yuuji's hole fluttering against his fingertips.
Yuuji was unbelievably wet and so, so eager.
"Fuck, Yuuji." He lurched forward, kissing the boy deeply and earnestly. Their teeth clashed and their tongues locked as Satoru grabbed both of Yuuji's asscheecks and kneaded them, fingers digging deep into the skin.
"You're impossible. How can you be so cute and bratty at the same time?"
"Maybe I'm cute because I'm bratty."
It was a question, but it didn't sound like one with the breathless sigh he uttered it with.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good. Just tell me if it hurts or anything. Hell, even if you don't want to anymore, just tell me, yeah baby?"
Yuuji whined and nodded, arching up and into Satoru.
"You like pet names, huh?"
Yuuji's blush deepened and he looked away.
"Never been called any before."
"You will be now, dear. One finger, okay?"
Yuuji whined again, eyes searching for Satoru's under the pet name and he so very willingly leaned down to steal another kiss from Yuuji's wanting lips before the kid nodded with a gasp.
Satoru led his arms underneath Yuuji's legs and hoisted them up so that they were dangling over his arms before reaching down with one hand and stroking over his hole.
Yuuji shivered against him and turned away, embarrassment colouring his cheeks and ears red.
One finger entered without any hindrance and Satoru was glad he had waited till Yuuji was awake because the sound that came from him was heavenly.
His entire body, tiny in comparison to his own, was shivering, dick leaking more pre, as he dug his hand into Satoru's arm.
"Good?"
"Yeah… don't stop…" Yuuji said, already pushing back onto his finger, so Satoru continued pumping it in and out for a while, making sure he wouldn't hurt Yuuji.
"Satoru-san…" he eventually piqued. "I don't need… please just… just…"
It was cute how he avoided saying it when he was so bold earlier. Still.
"Yuuji, my dick is much larger than one finger. I need to stretch you properly. Just because one finger is fine, doesn't mean three will be."
"They will! I…" Yuuji looked anywhere but his face. "I told you I did some stuff… It's fine, I'm stretched enough…"
Finally, Yuuji looked back at him. His gaze seemed to pierce right through him. As if he hoped Satoru would get what he meant. What did he mean?
Oh.
Oh.
"My, my Yuuji. Don't tell me you have toys in here! Should a fifteen-year-old have toys like those in his school dorm room??" He acted indignant.
"You're gonna fuck the fifteen-year-old so…"
Satoru kissed him again. This time he added two more fingers and made sure Yuuji was left breathless and drooling all over himself.
"Just now you couldn't even say it," he sighed when he finally let go of him.
God, Yuuji looked so gorgeous right now. Hair disheveled and lips bloodied, bitten and shiny with spit, and his face impossibly red. Satoru kissed the tears in his eyes as Yuuji moaned beautifully on his fingers. He pushed against them, trying to impale himself on them. And he was right. Satoru's fingers moved without issue, stroking his insides and making him squirm.
“Satoru-san, I swear it’s gonna be fine, just, please…”
“So impatient,” he grumbled but still looked around in search of a condom and lube. It was impossible to wait when Yuuji’s insides spasmed around his fingers like that. Impossible, when Yuuji lay there with a blissful expression, his entire body working to press itself against Satoru while his dick was deliciously shiny and red.
“The top drawer,” Yuuji wheezed. “Right next to the bed, top drawer.”
“Fucking teens,” Satoru gritted between his teeth, as he had to pull his hand free from Yuuji’s ass to get to it. Yuuji still whined a complaint.
“You want dick or not?” he grunted as he searched the drawer and finally found both, a condom and lube. He also found Yuuji’s ‘secret’ stash of toys. Jesus, how did he get those?
Getting back on task, he impatiently tore the package right open. Not without getting kicked beforehand, though.
He rolled the condom on and applied a generous amount of lube. He doubted Yuuji would need it with how ready and loose he already was but it wouldn’t hurt. And maybe Yuuji’d get shy from the noise so that would be a sight to behold.
“Alright, you ready?” he asked and looked up into Yuuji’s eyes.
Yuuji stared back with wide-blown eyes. Satoru could see the excitement running through them, and also the fear, the nervousness.
He lay his hand on Yuujis cheek. The one that wasn’t in his ass just moments ago, mind you.
“It’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine,” he said, leaning down and kissing him as softly as he could manage. Stuttering breath and all. Shit, was he nervous, too?
Yuuji kissed back, ever so slightly, before they parted and looked at each other. Satoru couldn’t believe they were doing this. He felt like Yuuji couldn’t believe it either.
“Ready?”
Yuuji nodded and held onto his pillow tighter.
Then Satoru pushed in.
He watched Yuuji’s eyebrows scrunch up. He watched him bite his lip and how the blood slowly began to pour out again, even if barely so. As he pushed in further, he watched how his attempts grew futile as Yuuji opened his mouth in a long drawn-out moan, his eyes rolling back as Satoru bottomed out.
Only then did he release the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. His hands seemed glued to Yuuji’s hips. So scared was he, that he’d maybe lose his mind and start fucking into the kid without mercy.
Satoru held on for dear life as Yuuji’s inside moved around him. His heat seemed to melt his dick. It was like heaven.
“Jesus Christ, fuck.” Satoru leaned against Yuuji’s sweaty forehead.
“Don’t say another guy’s name in bed,” Yuuji wheezed out.
“Fuck you,” he said.
“Please,” Yuuji answered and arched up and against him. Satoru bit into his neck and tasted the sweat on his skin, as Yuuji locked his legs behind him, beckoning him closer.
Satoru moved ever so slightly and Yuuji let out a wanton moan, that he felt forced to kiss from his lips. Another move, another moan, another kiss. They continued the game till both of them grew erratic and moans slipped between kisses and kisses into moans.
When he finally felt ready, Satoru kissed Yuuji’s forehead and let his hips go to instead tangle his hands with Yuuji’s next to his head.
“You’re so pretty,” he gasped and Yuuji lifted his chin, asking for another kiss that he freely gave.
“So pretty.”
They were both so terribly sweaty at this point. He could see the sweat on Yuuji’s temples, could see it pool in his collarbone, on his chest, his glistening nipples. He kissed all of them.
Finally, he pulled out a bit and tried setting a slow pace. It was barely possible, with Yuuji’s legs clenched so tightly around him, but he found he didn’t mind when he looked at his blissed-out face.
“M-more,” Yuuji cried after a while. His hands were clinging onto Satoru’s, gripping them so tightly it almost hurt. Satoru relished the touch.
Satoru gave him more all too willingly. Yuuji’s legs slowly relaxed and with every thrust, Satoru grew more erratic. It didn’t take long for Yuuji to start moaning loudly and unabashedly. Satoru didn’t think he could stop him if he wanted to. Yuuji seemed utterly lost and Satoru didn’t feel quite different.
Like enthralled by his face, Satoru continued to look at Yuuji, kissing his temples and ears, lips and mouth, whenever he could and whispering sweet nothings.
“Gonna c-cum,” Yuuji cried and Satoru kissed his tears.
He kept driving into him without abandon. Yuuji clutched onto him like a lifeline, his moans only growing in volume. He was too pretty. And all his.
Satoru’s heart squeezed as he looked at Yuuji’s debauched face. So, so red, full of tears and sweat and a bit of blood. He licked all of it.
Yuuji arched into him as if searching for his presence, and Satoru traveled down to suck more marks into his throat, his neck, and his shoulders, everywhere he could reach so they could feel each other. Maybe he even bit his cheeks a couple of times.
Then, Yuuji ripped his hands free of Satoru’s and flung them around his neck instead, pulling him impossibly close. His legs clung to him again, not letting him go and Satoru knew he was right by the edge. He could feel Yuuji’s erratic breath against his ear, could taste the sweat on his skin, and hear the sobs. Yuuji’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as Satoru tried to drive into him as much and as hard as he could with the limited room and then he felt nails dig into his skin, could feel it tearing as hot spurts of cum splashed against his stomach and all he thought of was how he wanted to experience this times and times again. How he wanted to give Yuuji the greatest pleasure, as much as he could.
Satoru didn’t let up but continued his movements as much as Yuuji needed but it was as if his body was just waiting for this moment when he embarrassingly came right after, letting out a sound he didn’t know he could produce, and then all energy left him and he crashed against Yuuji like a puppet that had its strings cut off.
He was absolutely, and utterly spent.
Both of them lay there for a while, breathing hard and disoriented, till one of them found his speech again.
“I think I just saw the universe,” Yuuji whispered and Satoru giggled.
“I fucked your brains out,” he laughed but made no attempts at moving.
“Get off of me, you’re heavy,” Yuuji whined and pawed at him but gave up when Satoru refused to move and instead settled for stroking over his hair.
“Can’t, I don’t feel my limbs.”
“Get your dick out of me at least, please.”
“Sheesh, you get fucked once and already have enough of dick. Ouch.”
Yuuji had yanked his hair.
After a while, Satoru finally felt his body as his own again and got up to clean both of them, making Yuuji drink some water as well. He took care of his wound till they eventually fell into bed again.
“I’m exhausted,” Satoru complained. “So how was your first time?”
“I feel very much rearranged.” Yuuji yawned, while Satoru laughed at his reaction. Too cute.
“Heh, I really did fuck your brains out, didn’t I?”
“You did… I thought I was gonna die from how intense it felt…,” he said and pouted. “Don’t use that to boost your ego.”
“I looked at you and you really were out there, though,” he laughed. “I wasn’t in better shape either, Yuuji was too cute!”
Yuuji still pouted, red dusting his cheeks, as he scooted closer and pressed his face into Satoru and wrapped his arms around him.
“I’m glad it was you,” he whispered and Satoru smiled as he wrapped his arms around the boy in answer.
The next morning Megumi gave them the stink eye and didn’t talk to them for three weeks.