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“Suguru.”
“Satoru.”
“How much did you drink?”
…
“A little bit.”
Suguru honestly has no clue.
He’d gone out with Ieiri for the evening simply because he missed her. She suggested catching up over drinks, which Suguru was more than happy to do.
It had been a while since they’d seen each other, as both had been caught up with work and had little time for socializing.
The issue was that Suguru underestimated how much she could drink. Ieiri didn’t keep track of her drinks, and Suguru, trying to keep up, ended up needing to Uber home. He’s not even sure how much he drank, but the heaviness of his head and his unsteady movements suggest it was more than he realized.
Satoru was downstairs waiting for him, waving excitedly when the ride pulled up. After helping him out of the car, Satoru has his arm around his waist, holding Suguru up as he carries them up the stairs to their apartment. Suguru felt sleepy during the car ride, but Satoru’s animated chatter about his day helped wake him up.
He’s tuned in no matter what.
Suguru can sense the weight he’s placing on Satoru by the change in his breathing. Satoru tries to mask it with a nonchalant stance, but Suguru sees through it, catching every small indication of strain. As Suguru observes, his thoughts revolve around how handsome and concentrated he looks.
He deserves the best head.
“You know I love you.” Suguru slurs, heartfelt adoration in his tone. He didn’t mean to interrupt Satoru’s story about the albino raccoon he’d seen today, he definitely wants to hear about it later.
“Yeah, and I love you.” Satoru says easily as they round the stairs to the third floor. When did they get up here?
“Mhm, do you really know?” Suguru doesn’t think he truly does.
“I do. You show me that every single day. Though, you could amp it up a notch.” Satoru teases, bumping him with his hip.
Suguru sways a little too hard at this and they both giggle, Satoru helping him find his balance as they reach their door.
Satoru lets them in, stepping on Suguru’s heels so he can slip out of his shoes. Though he tried to be gentle, Satoru nearly slams Suguru into the couch while setting him down.
“ D’ohhhh .” Suguru groans.
“Sorry! Sorry. You’re, like, dead weight, buddy.” Satoru cackles, his laughter echoing in the room as he reaches down to hold Suguru’s face in his hands. He pecks Suguru’s forehead gently, then his nose, and finally his lips. The sensation of Satoru’s gentle thumb caressing his cheek leaves Suguru’s head in a doozy, adding to the dizzying effect of his exhaustion.
Suguru grumbles but forgives him, the irritation melting away with the tenderness of Satoru’s touch.
“I’ll be back with some water, hold on,” Satoru says, planting one more quick kiss on Suguru’s lips before disappearing into the kitchen.
Suguru sighs deeply, letting his head fall back against the couch as he listens to Satoru’s footsteps fade away. He feels a surge of gratitude for Satoru, realizing just how much he appreciates these small acts of care and affection. Despite the inconvenience, Suguru is comforted by the knowledge that Satoru is always there for him, and vice versa; that thought brings a sense of warmth and contentment that courses through his body.
With his drunken state, it also brings about a level of horniness. He suddenly feels very horny.
Satoru walks back in with a glass of water and an advil. He plops down on the couch next to him, giving the cup to Suguru.
“Here. I got you an Advil, too. I don’t know if your head hurts or not. I know mine would.” Satoru says softly, tucking a strand of Suguru’s hair behind his ear.
Suguru turns to look at Satoru, lifting the glass to his lips. As he does, his eyes linger on Satoru’s features with an unmistakable intensity. The way Satoru’s tousled hair falls just right and how his eyes sparkle gently, like specks of light in the ocean, captivates Suguru. He finds himself drawn to the curve of Satoru’s lips and the way his smile lights up his face. Suguru’s gaze is a mix of admiration and quiet longing, appreciating every subtle detail that makes Satoru irresistibly captivating. Each moment Satoru’s eyes meet his only deepens Suguru’s appreciation for his man before him. He’s just so.. lovely.
“What?” Satoru asks, noticing the way Suguru is watching him.
“Hm?” Suguru replies, slightly puzzled.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Satoru laughs, his grin wide and charming.
“I missed you,” Suguru says smoothly, tone filled with admiration.
Satoru’s laughter softens, and he reaches over to lay his hand on Suguru’s forearm. “You know, you’re looking at me like I’m a piece of candy,” Satoru teases with a mischievous grin, tracing the veins in his arms. “Like you want to eat me up.”
Suguru’s eyes darken as he meets Satoru’s gaze. “Well, I am pretty hungry. It’s not great to take these pills on an empty stomach,” he says, playing along.
“And you think candy is a proper meal?” Satoru massages his bicep with his thumb, knowingly.
Suguru grins and heaves Satoru into his lap. “You’re definitely not just candy. You’re more like... a wagyu steak.”
Satoru laughs. “Wagyu steak?”
“Mhm,” Suguru’s gaze darkens with lustrous intent as he runs his hands down Satoru’s sides. “Like an A5 Wagyu steak—tender, indulgent, and with just the right amount of temptation. Something I have to savor slowly.”
“ Ohoh , such smooth talk for someone drunk off their ass right now.” Satoru chides, arms finding their place around his shoulders.
Suguru leans in and presses a sloppy kiss to Satoru’s neck, unwilling to play these games with him right now. He’s a man on a simple mission.
“Can I eat you, baby? Just a taste?” Suguru asks, his voice carrying a half-hearted but genuine craving.
Satoru runs his fingers through his hair, sighing as if contemplating the offer. “Really? You feeling up to it?”
“Mhm, I need you,” Suguru replies, his tone firm and resolute. He’s already set on this.
Satoru pretends to deliberate, but they both know he’s game. With a dramatic shrug, he says, “Well, alright. Just don’t fall asleep on me before you finish the job.”
That’s enough for Suguru to push off the couch, stumbling with Satoru in his arms. His man lets out a surprised yelp in his arms followed by a hearty laugh as Suguru carries him into their room.
He sets Satoru down on the bed, crawling on top of him. He leans down and kisses Satoru gently. He fully intends on working him up, at least a little bit.
Though it doesn’t take Satoru long, Suguru nips at his bottom lip, opening his mouth up to force his tongue in. Satoru lets out something akin to a whimper, happily sliding their tongues together. Suguru is definitely sloppy with it but Satoru loves it.
He yanks at Satoru’s shirt, making his love sit up and yank it off. Suguru wastes no time, his lips trailing along his neck, leaving behind a series of pink love bites. He revisits the ones from days ago, darkening them up.
“I love you,” Suguru says thickly and sincerely into his neck, his words a bit slurred but filled with genuine emotion.
“I love you, baby,” Satoru replies with a contented sigh, his hands tracing over Suguru’s back muscles through his shirt.
“I missed you.” Suguru mumbles, lips wrapped around his nipple.
“You were gone for, like, four hours,” Satoru adds with a teasing smile.
Suguru looks up, slightly embarrassed. “You didn’t miss me?”
“Of course I did, you big baby,” Satoru laughs, casually shucking off his shorts. “Wow, you’re really wasted. Usually, I’m the needy one.”
Suguru blushes, realizing his heartfelt declarations might seem a bit clingy in his current state.
Satoru seems to notice the shift in Suguru’s mood and halts his teasing. He pulls Suguru into a sweet, reassuring kiss. “I missed you, too. Relax, I’m only teasing. You know I lose hair when you’re not around.” He punctuates his words with a gentle pinch to Suguru’s cheek.
Suguru smiles, feeling reassured. Of course, he knew Satoru felt the same way.
He lays on his chest in between Satoru’s legs, kissing down his navel. He pecks around the happy trail and strays off to his inner thigh. Suguru leaves open mouth kisses, teasing sucks getting more frequent the closer he gets.
Then he gets to the pièce de résistance.
Satoru's pussy is a visual feast, its plump lips glistening and slightly parted to reveal the tender, velvety softness tucked within. The outer lips are swollen with desire and slick with wetness, gleaming under the faint light. He feels bad for everyone; they’ll never get to experience this beauty in all its glory like Suguru can.
Suguru languidly licks around Satoru’s pussy, placing a polite kiss on his clit. He watches him twitch in response.
“You’re so wet for me already; we just started.” Suguru teases.
He snorts into his pussy as Satoru wacks him on the top of the head.
“Shut uuup . I thought you were hungry.”
“Very.”
Suguru happily gets to work. He licks a stripe from hole to hood, sucking Satoru’s clit gently into his mouth. Satoru fingers tangle in Suguru’s hair, rolling his hips to meet his man’s hot mouth.
“ Fuck , yes.”
The delicious whimpers coming from his partner's mouth encourages Suguru to keep going, keeping a steady pace. He thinks about when he wants to incorporate fingers when Satoru’s hole impatiently pulses as Suguru rubs his tongue across it. He's tempted to let Satoru cum just from his tongue alone, but decides against it when he pulls back.
“It’s like it just winked at me.” Suguru muses.
Satoru releases his raven locks and sits up on his elbows, huffing.
“What?”
“Your greedy little hole.” Suguru deadpans, rubbing two fingers against it. It pulsates under his touch and Satoru groans, head falling back against the pillow. “Come on Suguru , hurry up already.”
Despite the urge to tease, at Satoru’s word, Suguru must obey. He slides the digits into his sopping wet pussy, watching his hole intently. He swallows him up so easily, Suguru’s obsessed. They both moan, Suguru’s tongue darting out to jab at Satoru’s clit as his hole eats his fingers up.
Suguru goes slow at first, giving Satoru time to adjust to his thick fingers. There’s not much resistance, given Satoru’s already creaming all over his fingers, but he’s insistent on some sort of a buildup.
Hands are back in his hair as he tongues his clit teasingly. Satoru tries to push into him, encouragingly, but Suguru doesn’t care. He wants to take his time.
He hears a huff above him.
“You’re about to piss me off dude.”
“Hmm?” Suguru suddenly crooks his fingers, abusing Satoru’s a-spot. His breath hitches and he lets out a whiny moan, legs locking around Suguru’s head. “Ohmyfuckinggod.” he whimpers, body tensing up. Suguru hums happily in response, letting him hump into his mouth, hair being used as reins to guide Suguru’s tongue.
He wonders how many orgasms he could coax from Satoru tonight.
He’s already so noisy, so worked up.
Suguru looks up and sees his love in bliss, head thrown back, mouth agape, manicured hands restlessly digging into the sheets as he desperately grinds his hips.
Fuck, he’s stunning.
He deserves Suguru’s all.
His tongue moves rigorously, alternating between swirling around the bundle of nerves and sucking it. Suguru’s free hand rubs his plush thigh, squeezing gently as Satoru falls apart in his hands. Satoru lets out a string of curses followed by a shuddering moan, body trembling as Suguru devours him through his orgasm. His back arches off the bed, Suguru with a vice grip on his hips to keep him from going too far.
He laps up the juices seeping from Satoru’s hole in earnest, the sweet nectar he’s earned enveloping his tongue.
“Jesus, okay okay, stop it Sug’. Just give me a second.”
Satoru attempts to push Suguru off of him with feigned effort. Suguru knows, from the fingertips softly digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer, that Satoru loves it.
Suguru pulls back when he’s done, licking his lips and panting softly.
“You taste fantastic.”
“Bleh bleh bleh.” Satoru mocks, hands flying to hide his blushing face. Suguru pulls his fingers out of him, marveling at how wrinkled they had gotten.
He wordlessly taps Satoru’s thigh, showing his hand to him once he sits up. Suguru pulls his fingers apart, strings of slick pulled taut in between them. Satoru gives him a toothy grin, grabbing Suguru’s wrist and shoving his fingers in his mouth.
Suguru sighs, satiated with the feeling of Satoru’s tongue cleaning him up. He watches attentively as Satoru’s tongue glides across the webbing, briefly sucking both fingers before pulling them out with a pop.
“You’re right, I do taste good.” Satoru muses as Suguru lays his head on his inner thigh, looking up at him.
“Told you.” Suguru says, shoving his nose into Satoru’s pubic mound, inhaling the tuft of hair deeply. Even through their previous activities, he smells clean— hair yet to get wet from Suguru’s hijinks.
He drools with a dreamy exhale.
Suguru has an unreasonable obsession with how fat Satoru’s pussy is; his labia practically swallows his face right up. It’s plump and smooth, aside from the thin line of hair Satoru kept for style. It’s cute, a charming detail that only drove him wilder.
Suguru laps at his clit lazily, breathing deeply. His scent is addicting, it usurps his head in a delicious way. Satoru falls back again, sighing contently, reaching to play in his hair.
“What's wrong with you? You’re so weird.” Satoru mumbles lovingly as Suguru uses kisses to trace his vulva.
“You’re so perfect, and he’s so pretty.” Suguru replies, peppering kisses to his clit.
“Mhm.” Satoru gently scratches his scalp as his man draws circles with his tongue around Satoru’s pulsing hole. Well, that was rude.
“Did you hear me?”
Suguru sucks on it gently, Satoru’s hips involuntarily bucking into his mouth. He moans, “Y-Yes, yes, thank you baby.”
Suguru beams at him, wrapping his arms around Satoru’s thighs, pulling him closer.
“You’re so welcome, doll.”
Suguru gets back to work, full concentration as he pushes his tongue inside his man. His fingers lace with Satoru’s hand that isn’t in his hair.
“Oh fuck, baby oh shit—“ Satoru squeezes his hand, legs trembling from overstimulation. Suguru squeezes back. He’s making these sloppy, obscene sounds as he tongue fucks Satoru, eating him like a starved man.
He can tell it’s doing a lot for Satoru.
“Shit, yeah. Yes Sugu’ — don’t stop . What the fuck.”
Music to his ears, Suguru greedily obliges. He’s hooked on the way his man’s pussy is squeezing the circulation out of his tongue. He thumbs Satoru’s clit with his free hand, rubbing tight circles on the nub, flexing his tongue inside him.
Suguru feels the exact moment he’s got him cumming on his tongue, and Satoru cums hard .
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” He chants, “Suguru, Suguru, Suguru, Suguru, oh my— ah, Suguruuu.” His body vibrates in Suguru’s grip, thighs clamping hard around his head.
Satoru shivers as Suguru slowly pries his thighs apart. A thick string of slick breaks from his chin once Suguru pulls back enough to look at him and the mess they’d made.
Satoru sits back up, still shivering from the workout. He cackles, placing a hand on Suguru’s cheek. “Your face is sooooaked!”
Suguru leans into his touch, kissing the palm of his hand. “You’re soaked too.”
Satoru snorts, “That was stupid. You look like a wet dog.” He scratches at the stubble growing on his chin, yanking a stray hair on his jawline.
Suguru swats his hand away, “Yeah? Well, you smell like one.”
“Yeah right!” Satoru laughs.
They grin at each other before Satoru pulls him up by his chin, kissing him sweetly.
“You’re so hot.”
A peck.
“ Sooo sexy…”
Another.
“…with my cum..”
That one kind of hurt.
“..dripping down your face.”
Satoru’s more apologetic with this one.
“I love you so much.”
Suguru smiles against his lips. No one’s ever made him feel the way Satoru does, and no one ever will. The love he feels for him transcends words, an affable bond that resonates deep in his soul. His heart feels full. Maybe it’s just the alcohol in his system. Suguru’s been feeling really sensitive this evening. He pours all his love into the next kiss.
Satoru whines once they pull away, pouting, “C’mon, fuck me already. I’m sick of waiting.”
Suguru groans, the bluntness melodic. His dick twitches in his sweats. He grabs Satoru gently by the chin, forcing him to look in his eye.
“Let me get one more out of you, wanna make you cum one more time.” Suguru could do this for hours. He loves the way Satoru tastes and the reactions he can get out of him. It’s addicting, and even more hypnotizing now that he’s under the influence. Suguru’s confident he can get him to cum at least once more before he fucks him.
“Jesus..” Satoru leans back in and slides his tongue against Suguru’s, outright moaning when he tastes himself.
He sucks on Suguru’s tongue, sucking the taste off of it, eliciting a smooth whine from the latter. Satoru giggles into the kiss.
Suguru reaches between them to thumb his clit. “Suguru,” Satoru moans breathlessly, wrapping his arms around his man’s neck, pulling him closer.
“Nhn nhn,” Suguru resists against his grip and withdraws from the kiss entirely, “Wait, Satoru. Just one more. Please.”
Satoru huffs impatiently as he’s shoved to the bed. He's immediately attacked by Suguru’s mouth on him, arching into the hand moving up his navel. Suguru grabs at his pec, dusting the nipple with his thumb.
“Oh my god.”
Satoru rests his legs over Suguru’s shoulders. Suguru devours Satoru as if he were a high-end meal, delighting in every delicious sound he makes. He starts with two fingers, working him up to fit a third.
“Suguru, come on, come onnn, please, please please—“ Satoru pushes his hips down, fucking himself onto his face and fingers. Suguru sits up on his knees, watching, inching a third finger into the hole. He gawks without shame, entranced as it squelches vulgarly, fluids leaking around his fingers.
Satoru’s beyond wet. He’s dripping all over the sheets, sticking to his inner thighs.
He pulls Suguru down by his shirt, smashing their lips together.
Suguru’s fingers inside him curve, hitting his G spot directly and he moans uncontrollably into Suguru’s mouth. “Your fingers.. uhn, so thick, harder please, y’stretch me out so good baby,” Satoru yammers against his lips. Suguru hums in affirmation before he pulls back, there’s a thin string of spit connecting the two.
He kisses it away, leaning down to swipe his tongue down Satoru’s neck before moving to his nipple. Satoru pants, holding Suguru’s head to his chest as his man latches onto his nipple, fingers moving faster inside him.
“Suguru, fuck!” Satoru’s tone is pleading, slender fingers tangling in dark hair, pulling roughly. Suguru moves from his chest.
“You’re—“
“Gonna cum, yes baby” Satoru rushes out, tugging him forward, just wanting him close. Suguru attaches his mouth to the pulse on Satoru’s neck, sucking hard.
Satoru squirms impatiently, “Suguru,” he moans breathlessly, “I need, please I just—“
“I know, doll.” Suguru purrs in his ear after leaving his mark. He heads back down Satoru’s body to join his fingers. “Cum on my face, Satoru,” Suguru breathes out before wrapping his lips around his clit, lavishing quick circles with his tongue.
Satoru tenses up before his whole body begins to shake, chanting Suguru’s name as he squirts on his chin.
Suguru quickly moves down to lap at him, slurping up as much of the mess as he could. He tastes so good, so sweet. Suguru could never get enough of this. “Ohhhhh fuck,” Satoru croons above, rolling his twitching hips into Suguru’s mouth as he slows down.
Suguru pulls away in a rush, dizzy, yanking his sweats down just below his balls. Satoru groans below him, eyes fluttering shut, chest heaving deeply. Suguru’s cock springs out heavily, untouched and aching. The front of his sweats are wet with his own mess.
He’ll wash ‘em later.
Suguru hisses, squeezing the base in his hand, beginning to line up with Satoru’s damp folds, no longer willing to wait.
Satoru wakes from his trance as he feels the head budging his entrance, hand shooting out against Suguru’s hip. “Uhn uhn, what’re you doing? Take that shit off.” He waves haphazardly at his clothed frame, frustrated.
Suguru snorts, slightly peeved, “Yes, my baby.”
He sits up, hearing Satoru mumble something about him being the baby, which makes him crack a grin.
He usually has a pretty calm demeanor when sober, but Suguru's hammered impatience is clear as he yanks his sweater off over his head, tossing it and his sweats (which nearly tripped him up when they got caught on his ankle) across the room. He stands tall and breathes, hungrily eyeing the way Satoru rubs his abused clit.
Satoru eyes him like a hawk as he climbs back into bed, leaning up to kiss him. This time it’s gentle and tender, Satoru holds Suguru’s face in his hands as he coils his tongue around his.
“You’re so good to me.” Satoru’s voice is nothing but a heartfelt whisper against his lips. That’s exactly what he wants to hear. He reaches out to grab Suguru's dick, a twitch of his man’s hips encouraging the agile fingers to squeeze him.
Satoru rubs him slowly, more focused on licking into his mouth. Suguru happily lets him, feeding off his desire. If Satoru were too focused on his dick, he’d cum right off the bat.
Suguru moves his hips, slowly grinding his heavy cock into his hand. “Satoru.” Suguru pants softly, resting his forehead against Satoru’s, lips centimeters apart. His pupils are blown, a thin ring of blue bordering them.
“Say it again,” Satoru’s voice is low and carnal, dripping with a desire that sends a shiver down Suguru’s spine.
“Satoru.” His name flows off his tongue like a sweet, lingering caress, each syllable heavy with affection and longing.
Satoru positions him at his entrance, rubbing Suguru’s cock against his hole.
“Again.” He breathes.
Suguru pushes the tip in, letting it slowly pop in and out.
“Mmf, Satoru...” He mumbles through a bit lip. Satoru is ridiculously tight, and already so wet with slobber and his own essence. It gets easier and easier to slip in with the wetness slathering onto his dick.
Satoru’s holding his face in both hands, forcing eye contact. Not that Suguru minds, he’s heavenly to look at. His fluffy lashes hang over his half lidded eyes. Satoru’s eyes flick between his. He basks in the euphoria of his affection.
“Suguru.” Satoru moans as Suguru bottoms out. He feels Satoru clench around him. He plunges deeper with every stroke, filling Satoru completely as he bottoms out with a satisfyingly solid grind against his pelvis.
“You feel good.” Satoru's skin blooms with a gentle warmth as he blushes, his voice barely above a whisper as he returns the sentiment.
"You do, too," Suguru admits, the intimacy of the moment suspended between them like a delicate thread.
…
“I bet you feel better.”
Satoru always has to turn it into a competition. Unfortunately, this one he’s losing for certain.
“No way.” He starts moving with purpose, thrusting his thick shaft precisely into Satoru’s wet hole. The tight clasp of Satoru's pussy envelops Suguru's length, milking him with each powerful thrust. Suguru grins as his cheeky expression falters, eyes unfocused and distant.
“You feel so good, Satoru. You have no idea how good you feel. So tight. So warm.”
Satoru groans, and the way his mouth falls open ignites something in Suguru, lustful reverie spilling out in a passionate torrent, his words tumbling forth in a breathless, urgent rush.
"This pussy... it's heaven. I'd give anything to be buried inside you forever," he gasps, his eyes clouded with lust.
He pulls out slowly, til it’s just the tip is nestled inside Satoru, resting on his elbows.
“And you take my dick like a champ. That pussy just swallows my cock whole. So greedy for me.” Suguru breathes, his husky voice dripping with awe as he murmurs the praise directly into Satoru's ear, his warm breath sending shivers down the other man's spine.
He roughly thrusts back in and Satoru yelps.
“Suguru...” He sounds embarrassed, his face reddening even more.
“It’s okay, baby,” Suguru purrs, “Don’t worry. I’m greedy for you too. I need this, need you .”
Satoru melts.
“Suguruuu, don't stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
Suguru sits up, grabbing Satoru by the insides of his knees. He maneuvers Satoru, adjusting him until his body is off the bed, weight resting on his shoulder blades. Pushing Satoru’s knees down, Suguru’s squatting over him, Satoru’s glistening pussy staring right at him.
“Fuck.”
Suguru ducks his head and gives him a firm lick, wanting to taste every bit of him. The flavor of Satoru Gojo has to be his favorite taste in the world. He tastes like aged honey, rich and sweet, almost luxurious. Satoru’s pussy could only be described as a forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden. The knowledge he gains from this delicacy tells him one thing: he’s never letting this up.
He pushes back in slowly, watching each inch disappear inside Satoru, his dick directly kissing his cervix.
“All mine.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, Satoru.”
“I’m all yours, I’m all yours.” Satoru babbles. Suguru can feel him squeezing tighter, hole spasming around his dick. He pulls Satoru’s hips with more momentum, slamming his hips into his.
Looking down at Satoru like this, from his squelching pussy to his fucked out face, leaves Suguru captivated. He’s mesmerized by the way his dick’s being greedily gobbled, puffy lips dragging against his length. Satoru’s tight walls are pulling him in like a magnet. The bulge of Satoru’s tummy proves how deep Suguru really is, each thrust knocking the wind out of him.
“I’m yours too, baby, you know that? You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.” Suguru vows, his own climax fast approaching as he drives into Satoru with wild abandon, the tight, quivering heat of his lover's body urging him closer to the brink. "Come for me, Satoru...
"Mine, all mine," Satoru moans, his words dissolving into breathless babble as the overwhelming pleasure builds to a fever pitch within him. Suguru can feel every rippling contraction of Satoru's greedy hole, milking his shaft with a desperate urgency that leaves his hips stuttering.
Satoru's body begins to shudder, his muscles tensing as he reaches the precipice of his release. A low, keening wail builds in the back of his throat as his orgasm surges through him, his inner walls clamping down on Suguru's cock in rhythmic pulses.
What a sight he is. Satoru's face contorts in a rictus of ecstasy as his orgasm rips through him, his eyebrows drawing together in a fierce concentration. It’s as if his very soul is being torn from his body with each pulsing wave of pleasure.
Suguru’s eyes seem to burn with an inner intensity, his gaze fixed on Satoru's face with an unblinking stare. Suguru's lips part in a soft, breathy moan, a faint blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck as his orgasm crashes over him. Suguru buries himself deep, putting Satoru in a firm mating press. His climax triggers a few more erratic, almost desperate thrusts, his pelvic bones grinding against Satoru's with a lewd smack. Then, with a low groan, he slams their hips flush, sealing their bodies together as he rides out the aftershocks.
Suguru can’t hear anything for a few seconds, an insistent ringing in his ears as his brain scrambles to catch up with his body. He blinks, trying to clear the disorienting fog, and then he sees Satoru lying underneath him, looking up with a pretty smile.
“You all good?” Satoru asks, his voice slightly breathless. “It’s like you...”
He licks his lips, a touch of amusement dancing in his eyes. “It’s like you blacked out for a second.”
“I did?” Suguru’s voice is hoarse, still processing the sudden lapse.
“Mhm.” Satoru leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Suguru’s mouth. The tenderness of the gesture contrasts with the playful glint in Satoru’s eyes, making Suguru smile despite the lingering confusion.
He kisses his love’s cheek before dismounting, watching a trickle of cum leak from Satoru's well-used hole.
“That’s no good,” he murmurs to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. Before Satoru could ask, he’s roughly pushed to the bed.
“Sugu— RUUU, WAIT!!”
Suguru swallows his pussy in his mouth, sucking sloppily. Satoru cries out as his body vibrates uncontrollably, the overstimulation sending relentless tremors through him.
“Waaait! Just.. just..” Satoru trails off, scrambling to push Suguru away with some force, but it's clear he's too exhausted to make a difference.
Suguru pulls back courteously, a sly grin adorning his face. Satoru looks so pretty and flushed out, bruised chest heaving, begging for air. A thin layer of sweat sheens on his body, and his hair sticks wildly across his forehead. Suguru makes a mental note that they both need haircuts.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Suguru says, a possessive edge to his tone.
Satoru looks down and gulps.
***
Suguru forces at least six more orgasms out of Satoru that night. He fucks him a while before filling a twitching Satoru to the brim. Suguru eats him clean, lazily lapping and fingering away at the slick mess they’d made. Together. They end their night wrapped around each other, Suguru mumbling promises of a proper cleanup in the morning before drifting off.
They don’t wake up for another ten hours.
When Suguru finally does stir, he’s hit with the most blaring hangover imaginable.
“I told you pussy wasn’t gonna work.”
Satoru babies him the whole day anyways.