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Satoru blinks away the vestiges of sleep, woken by the rays of the morning sun against his cheeks. He feels disorientated, the kind that comes from being roused from a deep sleep. The first thing he becomes aware of is the weight of an arm thrown haphazardly around his waist and the feeling of hot skin flush against his nude back. It’s almost suffocating.
He shifts, relaxing when the scent of Suguru surrounds him. During his movements, the arm laid across him unconsciously tightens. Satoru feels his bladder twinge in discomfort, realizing he needs to relieve himself. He silently curses as he unwillingly tries to wiggle out of Suguru’s warm embrace.
Suguru’s arm tugs him closer, pressing against his stomach in a way that leaves him whimpering in protest and it's not in any way helping his current problem. He softly cries, squeezing his thighs together when a small dribble tries to escape.
The man behind him stiffens, breathing less even and Satoru knows he’s awake now. A hand roams up his chiseled abs, resting on his chest, thumbing his nipple until the bud hardens. Satoru lets out a sweet noise before speaking.
“Good morning to you too.” He gasps, feeling the other’s hard-on grinding against his ass. Fuck Suguru for waking up horny.
“Morning princess.” His voice is thick and husky, laced with sleep. A brief kiss is planted on Satoru’s jaw. And fuck Suguru for having a soothing voice.
Heat begins to pool deep in Satoru’s groin when Suguru chooses to drag his hand downwards, toying with the waistband of his boxers then slipping inside. His cunt twitches and the fullness from his bladder adds a different, heavier sensation. Satoru can’t decide if he likes it yet or not.
A strong grip on Suguru’s wrist forces him to pull out. Satoru turns in his arms to face him, placing a kiss on the tip of his sleepy lover’s nose. He then pushes at his shoulder, forcing him to lay on his back as he climbs on top of him, sitting on his thick cock, dipping his head down to capture him in a sweet kiss.
“Not to blue ball you or anything but I really have to fucking pee.” He whispers against Suguru’s lips, slowly gyrating his hips. He laughs when he hears a groan of frustration as he gets off him, leaving Suguru on the bed, hard and ready.
Quickly Satoru leaves the room, making his way to the toilet down the hall, too focused on emptying his bladder to notice the footsteps following him. Just as his fingers were about to close around the knob, Satoru is suddenly ripped from the door by a strong grip on his waist.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Next thing he knows, he is pinned to the wall, goosebumps forming as the cool wood connects with his back.
“I just said I had to pee.” Eyes fluttering closed, breathing hitching at the thigh that makes its way between his legs. “ I can’t stand you.”
Suguru grins as he leans in, pulling him into a bruising kiss. A mewl slipped from Satoru at the sudden impact before the lust settled in, hands quick to tangle into messy raven locks. Suguru pulls back slightly, only to gnaw at Satoru’s kiss swollen bottom lip.
He softly pulls with his teeth then release his hold to allow for his wet tongue to glide against him. Satoru takes the hint and parts his mouth, moaning in satisfaction when he licks into him, tongues connecting. All the while, Satoru grinds against Suguru’s muscular thigh, hoping the pressure would help push back the damn that was threatening to break.
His breath kept coming in ragged pants between each kiss. Each inhale and exhale only seemed to torture him more with the combined pressure of his clit rubbing against Suguru’s leg.
It was a steady rhythm, predictable. Yet it was impossible for Satoru to prepare himself for the warm tingles that kept setting his nerves on fire, every wave of pleasure immediately followed by a sharp throb of desperation as he fought to keep his bladder from spasming.
Suguru kisses him with an underlying hunger and Satoru does his best to match his pace, body set ablaze. Every parting has turned into hot breaths puffing out before leaning back in for another hot kiss. It’s hasty and messy but Suguru can never get enough of how their lips fit so perfectly together.
The sound of their panting breaths, wet smacks of their lips fill the silence. Heavy gasps escape Satoru every moment they separate. Another wave of urgency hits him causing him to break the kiss, moaning loudly as he grips Suguru’s shoulders.
“Just a little more princess.”
Suguru then chooses to drop to his knees, teasing at Satoru’s boxers. He drags a finger on either side of his folds, playing with his swollen clothed labia, noticing as the center grew darker from his wetness. He kisses the white trail of hair below his belly button as he slowly drags the clothing down, exposing his perfect pussy. Suguru watches the thick transparent string of slick that clung from Satoru’s cunt to the fabric. He lets out a content sigh. “So wet already”
Finally, Satoru’s boxers are at his feet. He quickly steps out of the article of clothing, letting out an embarrassing whine when the other bunches up the navy cotton, bringing it to his own nose. Suguru maintains contact with Satoru’s lust filled gaze, humming as he takes in a large inhale of Satoru's musty scent before tossing the clothing behind him.
“Kinky bastard.” Satoru breathlessly laughs. A pair of hands slide up, from his ankles, calves, then his outer thighs. Fingertips tracing lines against trembling inner thighs then pushing his legs apart.
Warm lips meet soft milky flesh, each brush filled Satoru simultaneously with pleasure and pain as his middle tenses. A sharp gasp is let out when the tongue drags up, sucking and biting. It leaves his skin painted in beautiful hues of purple and red. He moans, withering under his assault as Suguru trails his kisses up towards his abdomen. His bladder was so impossibly full, but he was determined to hold it in.
Suguru’s hands rested on Satoru’s small waist, relishing the way the muscle rippled beneath him. His knees grew sore from pressing against the hardwood floor, but he couldn’t care less. Not when he has Satoru right where he wants him. Slow presses of lips ghost Satoru’s skin and he knows it’s not enough to satisfy him. His teeth scraped against him as he neared his dripping center.
Satoru continued to squirm; his core tightened, causing more pressure to be placed against his straining bladder. The hands on him stilled his motions, forcing him to take it as the arousal built higher and higher.
“Let me taste you.” Suguru muttered, humid breath fanning across him as his fingers parted his outer labia, exposing his swollen pink clit.
“Suguru, hold on. I have to —”
“Don’t make me beg.” He interrupts, moving back to look up at Satoru, eyebrows pointed, lips slightly pouting as he pleads. And how is Satoru supposed to say no to that face? He’ll indulge him, just a little. Just for a moment then he’ll finally go pee. An eternity seemed to pass before he swallowed, giving Suguru a nervous nod, body shivering with anticipation. Full bladder be damn. And in a split second, Suguru dove into that wet and inviting heat. Satoru threw his head back, thudding against the wall, shuddering at the tongue that licked a wide strip in a slow, languid way.
A deep groan is let out from Suguru at the trembling hands that weaved into his hair, gripping him in a way that both urged for more, yet tried to push him away. Being between Satoru’s legs was almost always too much to handle. His scent, his taste, the heat radiating from his most delicate area: It was invigorating.
“Please, Suguru —” Satoru moans, needy. His muscles clenched down causing his bladder to contract, reminding him how full he was. “W-Wait.”
But Suguru was tired of waiting, not when Satoru’s delicious cunt laid bare before him. He was relentless as he delved into him, licking in earnest, pushing his face in. Drool and slick ran down his chin, nose brushing against Satoru’s clit.
A calloused hand squeezes his inner thigh, parting him further open, throwing one leg over his shoulder so he has room to lean his head down until his wet appendage met Satoru’s opening. It was impossibly tight as he forced his tongue inside. The beautiful moans above him motivated him further. Hums vibrated deep in his throat at the convulsing walls. Suguru moves his head back to admire the quivering hole. His face shined, coated in Satoru’s wetness.
Heat shot throughout Satoru's body when a finger dragged down his pussy until it reached his entrance, circling around it before pushing in. He keens, biting down on his knuckles, heart pounding against his rib cage. A second finger joins the first, slowly dragging in and out of his velvety walls. Satoru’s breaths came out in ragged pants, body jerking towards the pleasure. It felt like his whole body was on fire, warm tingles shivering down his spine. Every curl of Suguru’s finger left him spasming only to be overtaken by a throb of urgency.
“Ah,” He chokes out, “When you do that it feels like I'm going to —”
“But you won't. You’re going to be a good princess and hold it for me.” Suguru smiles, far too sweetly as he presses a gentle kiss against Satoru’s clit, gliding the hand on his hip up. When he reaches Satoru’s lower stomach, he rubs small circles then pressing down firmly as he resumes his prior ministrations.
Satoru hisses, teeth gritting as he attempts to squeeze his legs together, only to be stopped by the head between them, trapping Suguru’s face on his cunt. Not that Suguru minded, too focused on stroking Satoru’s clit with the tip of his tongue as his fingers pumped in and out. Little circles, up and down, the motions make Satoru see flashes of white pleasure. Suguru shifts back, pulling his hand out to admire the slick coating his fingers. “Looks like you’re having fun.”
Satoru bucks his hips, chasing after Suguru’s touch when the other's mouth returns to his pussy. A jolt of pleasure rattles throughout his body as his urine threatens to spill. Somehow able to muster the strength, Satoru forces Suguru’s mouth off him, trembling against the wall as a few drops slide down his folds and forming a small puddle between his feet.
“Oh. You’re leaking.” Suguru whispers, eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint as he smiles. “Don't you fuckingdare piss on me.”
Before Satoru can comprehend what Suguru is telling him, a wet mouth once again surrounds him. He sucks at his clit, flicking the sensitive nub with precision as two fingers continued to scissor him open. The incessant rotation has Satoru nearly finishing. Just as he’s about to cross that bridge, Suguru stops, wrenching a sob out of his lungs. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of Satoru that lingered on his tongue.
Suguru removes Satoru's leg from his shoulder, allowing the other to stand on his own two feet as he pushes himself up. Satoru is then spun around, gasping when slammed against the wall, cheek flush against the wood as a pair of hands pull his hips back.
“Stay right there.” Fabric rustling comes from behind as Suguru works himself out of his sweatpants, hurriedly kicking them off. A warm body soon curls over his frame. The sound of Suguru stroking his cock, lubricating himself with Satoru’s own slick has him growing wetter by the second.
“Oh fuck—” Satoru whispers, chest heaving when he feels that thick length rubbing along his slit. Teasing him repeatedly but never entering. Suguru is gonna ruin him.
“Keep holding it, baby.” Suguru orders, positioning himself as his cockhead dipped into his soaking cunt. He began slowly inching his hardness inside. Satoru breathes shallowly as he forces himself to concentrate. Just breathe, ignore everything and concentrate. “That’s it.”
Satoru moans, eyes closing in bliss as Suguru thrusts forward. His walls clenched around his cock, tip ramming against his cervix. Each time Suguru bottoms out, his length pushes against his bladder in a way that has him riveting. Ocean eyes welled with tears when a small trickle unwillingly squirts from his urethra. He clenches, biting his lips red to keep from crying out, fighting the instinct to roll his hips back. Before he could brace himself, Suguru began fucking him, hard.
It left him aching as he was roughly pulled back to meet each snap of his hips.
Suguru could feel Satoru’s body melting against him. His hands threaded into silky white locks until he had a fistful of hair, yanking him back as his mouth bit down on his neck. He continued to fuck Satoru with abandon, marking him with his teeth. The other let out cries, growing louder as Suguru tightened his hands.
“Ah!” Satoru can’t help but squeal when Suguru releases his hair in favor for rubbing his clit, palm against his lower abdomen. He struggles against the rapidly building sensation. Hot tears poured down his cheeks when Suguru slowed down his thrusts, grinding in deep. The angle is perfect, making his body quake as he sees stars.
He felt delirious, nearly suffocating on the saliva filling his mouth, leaking out of his parted lips. The rock of his hips filled Satoru with dizzying waves of pleasure. His knees felt weak as Suguru continued to pump in and out. His toes curled against the floor, ears ringing as he was brought to precipice.
Satoru climaxes violently, arching his back, withering as his body shuddered. He squirms in Suguru’s strong grasp as he continues to thrust deeper while his walls pulsated. Suguru groans as his cock is clamped down on deliciously. As Satoru cried from his orgasm, Suguru mercilessly continued playing with is clit, rubbing his fingers over the hard nub.
"I'm not done with you, princess." He husked. With a growl, Suguru sucks at his neck, nibbling once he reaches his ear, making Satoru whine as he was still coming down from his high. A possessive grip on his chin has him panting, whimpering at the warm tongue that slides up his cheek, licking a tear away. “You’re doing so good.”
Fingers dig into his flesh as the thrusts resume. The liquid inside him sloshed rhythmically, small dribbles escaped.
“S-stop, oh my god —!” He sobbed, voice wavering, “Suguru!”
Each thrust felt deeper than the next, pressing heavenly against his bladder, filling him with a consistent throbbing pressure. His breath hitched at the increasing urgency. It felt like he was swinging on a pendulum, clenching down trying to not piss himself, then clenching down on the cock gliding in and out. He couldn't distinguish pain from pleasure as the sensations blend into one.
Satoru screams when Suguru begins massaging his abdomen, pushing down on his bulging organ. His fingers claw at Suguru’s wrist, leaving red indentations on his skin as he desperately tries to escape the sensation.
“Please,” Satoru begs, “I can’t. it’s gonna come out, I’m gonna —”
“If you let it out, I’ll stop fucking you.”
“You’re such a dick—” He chokes out. His pants grew frantic, air fucked out of him, pathetically gasping for breath. Satoru couldn’t fill his lungs nor did Suguru give him the chance, desperately searching for his own release. He is thoroughly crying now, mumbling incoherent phrases, nails digging into Suguru’s skin trying to keep himself grounded. It’s loud and filthy, the squelching of his wet cunt, the moans that filled the room.
“Not yet.”
His breath hitches, spine stiffening as he tightens his core in desperation. He’s never had to go this badly. He needed to break free to relieve himself, but he couldn’t, not with the way Suguru was holding him hostage. God, he was so drenched in his own slick, it felt like he already pissed on himself.
“You’re so fucking cute when you’re this sensitive.” Suguru breathlessly laughs. It’s futile, the way Satoru was trying to clench up in any way he could, knuckles white from clutching onto his forearms. “So precious.”
Electricity rushes through his nerves, leaving his bladder pulsating, contracting so strongly that he wanted to give in and let go of all the pressure. It’s right there, the restroom is right on the other side of the fucking door. And the fact that he knows it is teasing him so bad it hurts.
“Fuck.” Satoru’s body convulsed as his second orgasm took over. He groans, hunching over as much as he could in Suguru's arms, forehead resting against the wall as another spasm wracked his core. It was overwhelming, the simultaneous waves of both pleasure and pain. He kept trying to hold it and fuck, he was trying so hard. He was so full. He’s so close, he’s going to —
“You can go now.”
And just as he finished cumming, the floodgates opened. His bladder released, spilling down his thighs, splattering all over the floor. The sharp acidic scent filled his nose, hot droplets splashed up, speckling his calves. Satoru no longer had the strength to keep it in. His mind fizzled, knees quivering. If it were not for Suguru’s grip, he would’ve collapsed onto the floor.
This was the greatest orgasm Satoru has ever felt in his life. The relief after suppressing the urge to piss for so long that he was on the verge of blacking out left his head spinning. Exhaustion filled his body, soft whimpers slipping from his lips as he kept peeing with no signs of stopping.
“There you go Satoru. Let it all out.”
It was too much. Every inch of his body screaming. Tears blurred his vision, voice cracking, throat raw from overuse as he hiccuped for air. Suguru kept rocking his hips, in and out, harder and faster until Satoru was thoroughly used like his own personal cock sleeve. His urine continued to rush out. Every thrust felt like it was making him spill faster until nothing, but shorts bursts came out. Satoru whined, face flooding with heat.
“God, princess,” Suguru huffs behind him, rhythm faltering. “Fuck. You’re so perfect.”
The pleasure of fucking Satoru until he was reduced to a whimpering mess brought Suguru close to the edge. The sound of skin slapping violently echoed loudly as he wildly bucked against him. His eyes were fixated on the way Satoru’s ass jiggled as pounded into him. The sweat trailing down the tense muscles of his back. The way his bright red blush creeped up his shoulders and behind his neck.
Suguru’s hunger was endless, thrust growing more frenzied as he tried to satisfy his desire. Warmth settles into his core. A deep guttural moan spills from his parted lips, stomach knotting.
With a loud grunt, Suguru releases, cock throbbing as he coated Satoru’s walls in thick rivulets. Satoru tenses up when he feels his hot seed, back arching, eyes hazed over, pupils dilated from pleasure as his pussy gifts Suguru a final orgasm - a weak and fleeting squirt from his sore cunt that leaves him writhing again and fresh tears pouring down his red splotched cheeks.
Suguru laid his forehead onto Satoru’s shoulder, groaning as he sloppily fucks the last of his cum deep inside him. The two remain connected for a moment. A breath passes before Suguru eventually pulls his spent cock out and the drags of Satoru’s walls has him fighting back a moan. He grabs a handful of Satoru’s ass, pulling him open. The site of his swollen puffy cunt, a thoroughly leaking mess, nearly arouses him once more. His thick cum drips down, mixing in the mess of cooling piss on the ground.
Satoru felt numb, so sensitive. He's too far gone, body heavy and numb. He can't even breathe properly. It’s as if his mind is shattered into thousands of pieces. He cannot feel anything but submission, cannot think of anything as his legs gave out, sliding down until he was on his knees, slouched against the wall in a crumpled panting mess. The puddle of piss and cum splash against his weight, cooling against his skin.
Suguru crouches next to him, peeling his relaxed body off the wall. A warm hand caressed his head, pushing his sweaty bangs back to meet his clouded gaze. Then, he fades into oblivion.
He vaguely registers being lifted bridal style, carried to the restroom. Hardly remembers the stickiness of his thighs, the way his pliant body is made to sit on the shower chair as the mess is rinsed away.
Satoru’s eyes flutter as Suguru lays trailing touches over his body. He’s surrounded by heat and the scent of lavender. He blinks away the post orgasmic haze. When he comes to, he realizes he’s in their shared bathtub, back against Suguru’s chest. He sighs, further settling into his arms, enjoying the way the warm water soothes away the aches. It feels as if he were floating, completely satiated.
"Are you with me?" Suguru asks gently, chest rumbling behind him. Satoru nods, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.
“I feel so good," his voice is rough and scratched from being thoroughly fucked. Suguru huffs out a laugh. His eyes crinkle in mirth as he kisses his temple, soft and sweet.
“You sure you’re okay? You had me worried.”
“Are you kidding?” That was fucking amazing.” Satoru can’t contain his excitement. “Can we do it again?”
“You’re absolutely disgusting.”
“Says the one who started it. I know you enjoyed it just as much.”
“…”