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It’s a quiet Sunday night. Satoru would usually spend them with Suguru at his apartment watching a movie and getting high together, but he had a test to study for on Monday, so Satoru suggested he’d stay at his own apartment to give the man some alone time for studying. He sat on his couch scrolling through Twitter when he saw it— a video of a man on a chair, practically folded in half with his dick in his mouth, and a girl kneeling in front of him.
The gears in his brain started to work overtime, and he kinda, sorta wanted to see if he could do that. He's already flexible, like, he’s a nationwide gymnastics champion, flexible, he can do anything he wants.
Satoru rewatches the video three times to get a clear idea of how to achieve this. He gets up and walks back to his bedroom as he wracks his brain over how he'd show Suguru, maybe after his test, like a little congratulations. He sits on his desk chair after taking off his pants alongside his boxers, and starts imagining how Suguru would look like right now in front of him. His dick immediately gets hard at the thought, which helps with his next plan.
He spits on his hand and pumps himself a few times, he warms up by stretching his torso a bit before he starts to bend forward slowly. Satoru manages to wrap his pink lips around his tip, and as he tastes his salty precum on his tongue, his tongue pushes past his tip's ring as he swallows more of his dick. Every vein pushing against his tongue in a way he’d only feel with Suguru's cock. It doesn't feel that good; not bad, just odd, but he manages to go halfway before he pulls up. He comes back up, gasping for air as saliva is still connecting his lips to his dick.
Satoru immediately grabs his phone, ignoring his hard-on, and opens Suguru’s chat.
Me
i have a surprise for you :]
Sugu<3
What did you do?
Me
it’s a surprise, silly
Sugu<3
Hmm
Do I at least get a hint?
Me
you have to wait
tomorrow :b
Satoru closes his phone, tossing it on his bed, ignoring whether Suguru answers or not, he decides to leave him with the suspense as he trots around his bedroom with his dick still hard. Time to go shower, he thinks as he grabs his pajamas, turns his shower on, and lets it get to room temperature before jumping in. The water is enough to make his dick soft as he showers, lathering himself up in vanilla-scented body gel and a loofah in hand.
Jumping back in bed while reaching for his phone, he scrolls back to the video, studying it one last time, imagining how tomorrow is going to work out before shutting the phone off and lying down in bed. His brain immediately drifts off to how excited he is to show Suguru his new trick tomorrow, and he starts to fall asleep with a goofy smile on his face.
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Monday morning rolls up faster than Satoru anticipated as he gets ready for his morning classes. Suguru is taking his test in an hour and finishes his classes at one in the afternoon. Class starts in 40 minutes, so Satoru has enough time to set up his fit for the day. He layered on a beige T-shirt, a blue-collared shirt, and on top, a rich brown knitted V-neck sweater. In addition, he was wearing light brown plaid pants, topped off with his round glasses, and headphones. Tousled, white, silky hair, and a cloud of cologne engulfing him all over, as he walks out of his apartment.
On Mondays, he only has two classes; Urban Networks in the first period and Construction Management in the second. Meanwhile, Suguru has three, but one starts at seven in the morning, and they both finish classes around the same time, which happens to be just in time for lunch. It's their last year in university⎯he’s graduating with a degree in architecture, and Suguru is graduating with a degree in Computer Science. He sits through all his classes, writing down notes on autopilot while his brain is full of thoughts about the surprise he has planned for Suguru.
It's his last class of the day, as he watches the clock above his professor tick slowly, almost in a way that makes fun of his misery. He pulls out his phone with Suguru's chat already open. Hmm, he was online 3 minutes ago, he thinks as he takes a selfie from his table's pov and sends it. It was a cute selfie, one with intention; just him smiling down at the phone, a bit of tongue sticking out. Playful, pretty, even.
Me
i miss you3
Sugu<3
Baby, we have 47 minutes left
You can wait a bit more
I miss you too, tho
Me
ahhhh who cares
i can leave if i wish to
Sugu<3
Behave, Satoru.
He flushes at the message, Satoru can almost hear him whisper that in his ear as he shudders at his imagination. His mind drifts off to daydreaming about Suguru; they don't usually try new things. Mostly because Satoru has been too shy to initiate any of his ideas, but he knows Suguru wants to try new things, it's obvious in the way his eyes glint while looking at him—almost as if he imagined Satoru in a way he has never seen before, but the words never leave his mouth. Satoru guesses it must be because Suguru wants him to suggest things he's comfortable with and not whatever Suguru wants. The professor interrupts his thoughts by clapping his hands and announcing that they may leave for the day. He picks up his tote bag and walks out in a daze.
Satoru talks a bit here and there with people who come up to him in the hallway as he makes his way down to the entrance of his department building, where he knows Suguru is waiting for him. He always picks him up after his last class so they can walk together to his apartment, where they either study or get high playing video games.
Suguru stands outside, leaning against the entrance wall, wearing a black hoodie, dark grey cargo pants, and white headphones; his hair is loose and cascades over his chiseled face, his face is adorned with piercings that make Satoru's brain short-circuit: a silver hoop lip ring, a black eyebrow piercing, and a black hoop singular nostril piercing.
“Hey!” Satoru says, high-pitched, failing to suppress his excitement and nervousness as his brain processes how hot his boyfriend is.
Suguru side-eyes him, in a teasing manner, as he lifts off from the wall, “You sure as hell sound excited.” He grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers, and gives him a loving, slow kiss in front of whoever might’ve been looking at them, which has Satoru melting at the idea that Suguru is showing him off to everyone. The feeling of his tongue piercing on the roof of his mouth and Suguru nibbling on his bottom lip slightly makes Satoru dizzy. He stops the kiss from getting heated and drags him away from the building.
They walk hand in hand off campus, down the same road they traverse every day to Suguru's apartment complex. Stopping by a food truck to grab Korean corn dogs, they chat as they approach the building, riding the elevator up as they finish their food. Satoru is tweaking out mentally, shaking with anticipation, while Suguru seems to have forgotten the text from the day before.
“Baby, did you finish your urban design proposal?” Suguru asks quietly when he reaches out to hold Satoru's face with both hands, thumbs caressing the soft peach fuzz on his cheeks, utterly oblivious to the real reason for the turmoil in Satoru’s head, “You seem stressed. You know I can help with whatever you need me to.”
Satoru’s face turns a bright shade of red as he blanks out, forgetting to answer Suguru altogether.
Suguru tilts his head to the side with a condescending smirk as he stares at the bright blue eyes that hold his entire world before him, “Toru, I asked you a question, sweetheart.” His tone turns more demanding as one of his hands switches places to grab hold of his chin to pull him downwards, forcing him to look directly into Suguru's eyes.
“Y–yeah, I did,” he stutters as he stares at Suguru's warm amber eyes, making him squirm a bit as the elevator opens up abruptly, stopping the situation from escalating any further.
They step out, and Satoru's head is spinning so fast from everything—the way Suguru grabbed his head, his tone, the surprise he has for him. He feels like he’s about to pass out as he walks down the hallway towards Suguru's apartment door. The entrance already has two pairs of shoes belonging to Suguru. They take their shoes off, adding to the rest.
“I have leftover carbonara from yesterday, if you want?” Suguru announces as he walks into his kitchen, slowly removing his sweater, leaving him with a tight-fitted white t-shirt.
Satoru’s brain nearly shuts down. This is too much. I need a breather, he thinks to himself as he walks up to the balcony and opens up the sliding glass door. “The sky looks so nice today,” he tries to divert his own thoughts from the man he left standing alone in the kitchen.
“Sweetheart—what's up with you?” Suguru coos as he walks up behind him, his voice is like dripping honey in Satoru's ears.
He inhales sharply, “Okay, fine—do you remember what I texted yesterday?” Satoru shuffles nervously, hands twitching at his sides.
“Ah, so that's what this is about.” He raises a pierced eyebrow at the flustered Satoru standing in front of him.
“I wanna show you something, it's not what we usually do but I thought I’d show you...” He trails off as his heart picks up, nervousness coursing through his veins. He grabs Suguru by the hand and leads them to his office, where he plops down on the chair and brings Suguru to stand close to his knees.
Suguru lets himself be pulled around, playing along with whatever Satoru has planned for them, his body itching to see whatever his lover has in mind. Satoru looks up from where he's seated; usually, he towers over Suguru.
“So,” he trails off, “You're gonna kneel in front of me and sit there without moving. You can touch if you want, but don’t get up.” Pushing Suguru gently down to kneel.
Satoru starts to sweat a bit, unsure how his boyfriend might react to this newly discovered talent of his. He gently removes his glasses, grabs the hem of his layered shirts, and takes them off at once, lifting his hips immediately after and pushing down his pants with his boxers. Suguru looks shocked at the sudden change in mood, not expecting it but intrigued nevertheless.
Just as he practiced on Monday, Satoru spits on his hand and goes to grab his half-hard dick. It wasn’t that difficult for him to get hard; having Suguru stare at his softcock that looked faintly pink under the office's dim lighting was more than enough to get him riled up. He loves being watched; he feels wanted and craved. Satoru slowly jerks himself off just to get fully hard, his spit making his dick glisten.
“Right so—,” he readjusts in the chair a bit, “Don't get scared, okay?” He jokes as he chuckles nervously, avoiding eye contact altogether.
Arms up as he stretches his torso, he begins to descend, bending forward at the waist, his right hand grips his dick at the base as he lowers his lips around his tip. The saliva he spreads around his shaft helps him glide down easily, yet the strain on his back stinging a bit, slowing his movement down. His glossy lips reach halfway as he's about to lift off of himself when a hand stops him. Suguru is gripping the top of his head down, Satoru’s soft locks between his long fingers. It's unexpected, the sudden intrusion is nothing but unwelcome, it makes him leak a bit, oh shit, he thinks.
Suguru gets hard so fast it's a bit embarrassing, leaking inside his cargo pants. He’s so turned on, watching his boyfriend suck himself off, he’s never felt more lucky in his life. “You’re gonna finish, baby, I know you can. You're a good boy, you got this, right?” he softly purrs into Satoru's ears.
Holy fuck, Satoru thinks as his brain fuzzes up, choking loudly around himself. He responds by humming as his dick is being forcefully shoved up his mouth again.
“Remember to tap me three times if it gets too much, sweetheart,” he announces strictly and loud enough that Satoru can't miss. One hand lifts to hold his thigh in a comforting way, slowly rubbing circles on his skin. “If you're good, I’ll reward you later, yeah?” he says, kissing Satoru’s knee softly.
Satoru’s abs start tensing from being in the same position, his back aches more, but he can't possibly stop now that Suguru promised to reward him. He needs this.
Hair dripping with sweat now, his breath is a bit ragged and jaw stretched as big as he can to accommodate more of his dick into it. Slowly, he starts to bob up and down, pushing his foreskin down gently as he takes more every time he swallows more, which ends up with him receiving more praise from the beautiful man at his feet. He moans broken at the attention, his tongue trails down a specific vein, and he feels his cock twitch at that. It doesn't feel like much, but the idea that Suguru is forcing him to finish like this, alongside the intense stare on him, is enough to push him to the edge.
Suguru pushes his head down slowly until he has himself fully inside his mouth, curly white hair tickling his chin a bit. Satoru gags wetly, and it resonates all over the room, making Suguru moan at the sound.
He knows he was told not to get up, but Suguru’s always been in charge so he pushes up on his feet, face inching closer to Satoru’s dick. He angles his head sideways to avoid bumping into Satoru’s face, as he licks a stripe up his balls slowly, causing Satoru to moan as loudly as his constricted throat can allow. He licks all over his taint back up to his balls, paying as much attention as possible to every inch and corner. He scatters pretty bruises all over the soft milky skin on Satoru’s thighs, marking him up as Satoru keeps pushing himself to the edge.
Suguru goes back to suck his balls as his piercing glides around the delicate skin there, he twirls them around making him a moaning and panting mess as he continues to suck himself. Satoru feels his nerves start to tingle, his muscles spasm, and his breath hitches in his throat. “Don't swallow, I want to see”, Suguru demands with a loud pop as he stops sucking.
Suguru sits back on his legs to watch his pretty boyfriend tense up as he cums in his mouth, whining at the feeling. Satoru sits back up with his mouth full as he stares back at him.
Reaching up to touch Satoru’s cheeks, he brings their faces together, he leans in to kiss his mouth full. Suguru dives into his velvety soft mouth as he swallows up the cum from his mouth. Humming simultaneously as shivers go up both their spines as their mouths are latched together, tongues dancing around each other, covered in saliva and cum. He pulls away to stare at his favorite pair of baby blue eyes.
“You did so amazing, baby, I’m so proud of you. I'll give you your reward soon, love. Let's get you cleaned up for now,” rubbing soothing circles on Satoru’s back as he helps him get up from the chair.
“Did—” Satoru gets cut off by a cough as he tries to speak, but his throat is raspy.
“Don't try to speak, Toru. Let me get you water and food, please,” Suguru insists with concern written all over his face as he gently drags Satoru back into the kitchen.
Suguru pulls out a water jug, filling a glass cup with it as he walks back to Satoru, who stands at the entrance of the kitchen, dazed. He accepts the water as Suguru starts rubbing his arms up and down in a comforting manner, “Do you want to eat the leftovers or want something new?” he asks Satoru.
He drinks all the water, feeling ten times better. “Sure, I’ll have whatever you had last night.”
They eat lunch, Satoru complaining about his next project and how non-descriptive his new professor is for assignments. Suguru sits through all of it with his full attention on the sweet boy across the table, falling into a trance in the way his plump lips shape around the words flying out of his mouth.
“You're staring,” Satoru mumbles, placing his fork down, already done with his food. The mood shifts, and Satoru gets the urge to change the topic. “Do you want to play something or do homework?”
His boyfriend stands up abruptly, shaking his head dismissively as he smiles gently, grabbing their plates as he walks around the table. “Whatever you want, baby. I don't mind.”
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They settle on doing homework together, sitting on the living room floor with pillows around them for notebook and laptop support. Suguru is playing a soft playlist in the background. The soft whistle of the green tea kettle Satoru gifted Suguru is ringing across the apartment, signaling it's almost done. The sun is setting outside the balcony, and birds are flocking to sleep in the trees surrounding the building.
Suguru stands up in a hurry the second their kettle starts screeching, afraid the noise will bother Satoru's concentration. He grabs his sencha leaf box, starting his small ritual of tea making. Adding the leaves to the teapot with the boiling water, preparing the tea cup tray with cut-up peaches and berries. He knows Satoru favors these fruits.
Satoru hears his gentle footsteps approach him again as he looks up, offering two empty hands to grab the tray. “Oh, thank you, babe.”
They continue their homework as they snack on Suguru’s plated tea with fruits. A habit of theirs when they study; soft music alongside something to eat. They finish two hours later, deciding to take a shower together as per routine.
“Do you have those loose pants that Shoko gifted you last Christmas?” Satoru asks as he rummages through Suguru’s drawers. “Ah! Found them.”
Suguru watches his white-haired lover grab a pair of soft, grey joggers—he knows they're too big for him—alongside a t-shirt, and walk inside the bathroom. He follows along inside, pushing past Satoru to turn on the shower head to lukewarm.
Satoru finishes taking off his pants as Suguru turns around and stares him up and down unapologetically. “You ready, baby?”, Suguru hums as he steps forward, placing his hands on Satoru’s bare waist; his right one is wet from when he tested the water temperature.
Goosebumps rise all over his pale skin as he stares down lightly at his boyfriend's warm amber eyes. “Mmm, yeah,” he hums wobbly in agreement, “You're still wearing clothes, though.”
“I know, baby, don't worry about me, I’ll go in a bit. The water should be good, go in.” he answers back as he twists them around so Satoru’s back is facing the shower. Suguru pushes him lightly in the shower and turns around, walking back into the bedroom.
Satoru walks under the shower stream, the warm water hitting his skin gently. The shower door is now covered in water droplets that slide down when more hit the glass. He closes his eyes, tilting his head up as the water starts to fall down his hair, making it shiny. The water continues past his hair down his shoulders, following the curve of his back, continuing its own course. He angles himself to make sure every crevice of his body is moist before soaping himself up.
Before he picks up the soap, he notices Suguru has walked into the bathroom naked with clothes in his hands, which he places on top of the toilet. Satoru peeps at him from the side of the glass door, “Shower?” he asks, as he extends his hand out.
Suguru gingerly grabs his hand and steps in, sliding the foggy glass door shut. Satoru pulls him towards him under the warm stream, water plastering his long onyx hair down his cheeks and neck down his back. He stares at Satoru, awe-struck, his snowy soft hair slicked back with water, and his white lashes decorated with tiny beads of water. They stand there for a few seconds as water warms their bodies up, Satoru’s skin turning a soft shade of pink all over from the stare and the steam.
Satoru bends to his left to grab the soap and continue his original plan before his boyfriend walks in, lathering it up in his hands as he looks back at Suguru quietly asking for permission to wash him. Suguru’s eyes crinkle a bit as he smiles, gently leaning forward to kiss his moist forehead, Satoru immediately getting to work after taking that answer as a yes. They both work around each other, as Satoru washes him ministerially, water cascading all over them. He ends his cleaning by washing Suguru's hair thoroughly; the man had an in-depth hair routine with hair masks too complicated for Satoru and his simple shampoo routine, but if it meant his hair would stay with that silky soft texture, he would do anything.
“Turn around for me?” Suguru asks, kissing his temple as he grabs the soap, working it into a froth in his hands. Satoru turns in the spot, his chest filling up with a warm feeling. He can’t see his lover from this angle, but he can sense his presence all over. Calloused hands touch him, he doesn't get startled, feeling safe as he always does. Suguru would never hurt him; he would move mountains before he would ever scare or hurt him.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs near Satoru’s left ear as he slowly eases his hands down Satoru's waist, dragging soap bubbles with him. He massages up and down his back, kneading at the knots on his shoulders with slow circular motions. Suguru drops kisses here and there as he continues to worship Satoru’s body with soap and attention. Satoru’s heart picks up a bit as he feels a hand smooth over his right hip bone, and he lets out a soft breath. He braces his hands up on the wall in front of him as he feels Suguru push up from behind him, hands all over him again, washing in a way as if he's retracing his favorite spots all over Satoru’s body.
“We were supposed to just shower,” he tries to sound annoyed, but his voice comes out with a slight want to it. Suguru hums next to him in response. Hands fall to Satoru’s ass cheeks, he pushes back from Satoru’s back to stare down at his ass as he starts to knead it. Satoru instinctively arches back into him, head falling forward to rest on his arm perched on the wall as he begins to pant a bit.
Suguru leaves kisses down his back, paying close attention to every mole on his back, as he drops down to his knees behind Satoru, his hands coming up to spread his cheeks apart as he marvels at the soap-covered peach fuzz that adorns his skin.
“You’re so hot, princess. How am I supposed to not worship you?” His voice drops as he continues to spread open Satoru’s ass with his thumbs. It takes him a bit to start his work, as he’s entranced with how pink Satoru's hole looks as it glistens under the water, hitting it. He slicks up his pointer finger with his mouth before slowly rubbing it against Satoru’s tight hole, the ring of muscles twitching at the touch. Satoru keens above him in anticipation, and he continues drawing circles around the muscle as he slowly pushes the tip of his finger inside.
“Oh baby, you're so tight, wanna fuck you so bad.” He groans out as Satoru squeezes around his first knuckle, and he slowly works his way up until the last knuckle. “Can you do one more? I know you can, you’re a good boy, right, Satoru?” He curves his finger down, pushing around for Satoru’s favorite spot, which has the man above him gasping, followed by a string of moans.
“Shit—yes, I can—I can take it, S’guru,” his sweet lover responds with tears on the edges of his ocean blue eyes, all he needs to hear before taking out the finger in him and slowly shoving two fingers covered in spit again. He takes his time working open Satoru, gentle and slow, making sure he’s fully open and pliant for him. He twists them and scissors inside, making sure Satoru feels him all over as he goes deeper with each thrust. He goes back to massaging his prostate intently, back and forth with a bit more pressure each time. That little bundle of nerves sweetly pulsing under the pads of his fingers.
“S’guru—wait,” Satoru pants.
Suguru gives him one last harsh thrust before bringing both fingers to his rim, spreading it open as he shoves his tongue inside, licking up inside him. All while Satoru pants and moans messily above him, his head lulling sideways, still supported by his arm. His hair fell forward with the water pressure, white strands sticking to his forehead, droplets of water trailing down the bridge of his nose. His dick stands tall and hard with pre-cum beading at the tip, yet he knows he can't touch himself without asking for permission. His mouth opens as he moans, the feeling of Suguru’s tongue working him open being too much for him.
“Holy shit, Suguru, oh fuck—,” hips stuttering backwards as he lets out a high-pitched moan that goes straight down to Suguru’s already hard cock.
Suguru steps back to marvel at his work before he goes to stand up, not without leaving one last kiss on his hole. He drags his hands up Satoru’s body, moving them forward to grab his face, twisting it backwards to capture him in a sweet kiss, taking advantage of his already open mouth to shove his tongue inside. They kiss fast and messily, Satoru feels almost gone as he feels Suguru work his skilled tongue around every corner. The piercing bumps at Satoru’s teeth lightly, making him whine at the feeling. He twists around to get a hold on Suguru’s neck as he lunges to take control of the kiss, sucking on his pierced tongue and biting his lips. He grips and tugs at every strand of hair on Suguru's head, making his lover moan loudly and grind his hips forward, dicks hard and leaking as they rub together. Every inch of Satoru’s body is on fire, his heartbeat is through the roof, and he has given up on holding back the noises he makes.
“Fuck me—,” Satoru whines into the kiss, slipping back into his bratting attitude.
“Mmmm, Toru, where are your manners?” Suguru answers with his silky tone and a smirk as he pulls back to grab onto Satoru's chin with one hand, forcing him to open his eyes while the other goes down to grip Satoru’s ass, pulling him closer.
Satoru’s head starts to spin faster as he turns red, staring back at Suguru’s half-lidded eyes. Oh, how he loves it when Suguru gets mean and demanding when they fuck. “Fuck me, Suguru,” he bites back with a smile, knowing it will rile his boyfriend up more.
Suguru’s hand immediately flies back to Satoru's hair from his chin, he pulls at his hair, making Satoru tilt his head up. “Don't test me, sweetheart,” he growls in his ear as he starts to nibble and suck at the soft spot that connects Satoru’s neck and shoulder. “Say please,” he mumbles into his skin.
Satoru groans at the sweet sting on his scalp, eyes glossing over with unshed tears as he feels a bead of pre-cum drip down his shaft.
“I think I was clear, I said fuck me—” he spits out with a wicked grin on his face as he feels Suguru suddenly bite hard into his neck with a groan.
“You little shit—” Suguru pulls back and immediately turns Satoru around in his arms, roughly shoving him forward back into the same position they started in, while making sure he didn’t hurt him, with Satoru holding onto the wall. He steps forward chest coming into contact with Satoru’s back as he lifts his hand back and brings it down to the soft skin of his ass with a slap.
“Oh fuck, S’guru, oh fuuuck,” Satoru manages to slur out.
Suguru rubs where he slapped, “You okay, baby?”
“Mmmmm yeah fuck, that's so good please,” he whimpers as he props his head back onto his arms on the wall. “I love you so much, Sugu’, god.”
“I know, baby, I love you too.” He whispers into Satoru's shoulder, licking a stripe up his neck. “You want more, love?”
“Yes–yes, more please,” Satoru begs, feeling pent up, “Touch me, please”.
Suguru shifts to shove his hand in front of Satoru to grab a hold of his dick, slowly pumping him up and down. He grabs onto his foreskin, pulling it down to thumb at his weeping head gently. “You’ve been so good, baby. I'll give you what you need, I'll make it good for you, don't worry,” his voice strained as he trails purple bruises across his lover's freckled shoulder blades while pumping him at a slow pace, just slow enough to annoy Satoru. His free hand goes down to pump his own dick at a faster pace, he steps back to spit on his dick to rub it around his tip.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he lets Satoru know as he lines himself up, rubbing his tip on his hole, making Satoru moan out loud as he pushes back in hopes of having Suguru somehow slip in like that.
“Just hurry up, please, Suguru, come on—” Satoru wails out an almost-sob, his breathing erratic.
The begging and whining is probably Suguru’s favorite thing in the world. Having the university's star student and three-time nationwide gymnastics champion under him ready to fold for him, it makes his ego grow every time—he loves Satoru so much it consumes him.
Suguru finally pushes in, feeling like he's about to pass out at how warm and tight his sweet angel still is. “Fuuck, ‘Toru baby, you're so fucking good I wanna be inside you all day, Jesus fuck,” he feeds him inch by inch slowly to not hurt him, his dick is so painfully hard he could cum at any second, which has him concentrating more to avoid that. He promised Satoru he’d make it good for him, so he has to last. Suguru’s dick is well endowed to say the least, standing tall, dark colored, with a thicker middle and a protruding vein going down the middle to tip and lastly piercings, Satoru’s favorite thing; he has a ladder of bars that go all the way from the tip down his length, every inch dragging inside Satoru has him keening at the feel of each barbell rubbing inside him.
Satoru feels so full when Suguru bottoms out, he is so full he thinks. Holy shit. It's so overwhelming, but just what he needed.
“Oh shit, Sugu’, ‘m so full. You're too big—” he gasps as he pushes back to meet every thrust shakily.
Suguru slows down a bit, painfully slow for both of them, making sure to drag every piercing past his rim and back in, “Yeah? Beg for it, sweets,” he whispers in an almost condescending tone, followed by a toothy smirk that Satoru can't see but hears so clearly.
“Suguru, please move, please, I need more, please, I can't—” he chokes up as a few tears leave his eyes from how overstimulated and on edge he feels. Satoru tries pushing back but Suguru has a strong hold on his hips, keeping him in place.
“Tch, baby, I said beg, not move. Gonna have to punish you,” Suguru groans as he pulls out fully, leaving Satoru sobbing at the empty feeling. “You're so pretty, just look at you,” he awes at Satoru’s arched body, his white fluff of hair fully stuck to his head all over now, the red flush adorning his neck down to his back making his freckles stand out more, his eyes glance down to Satoru’s ass as he takes in the way his now red hole winking back at him begging to be full and stretched again.
Suguru leans a bit back before he lands another slap on Satoru’s ass, a beautiful shade of red blooming over as it jiggles a bit. “You're supposed to be nice, Toru.”
“‘M sorry, please, Sugu’, I wanna cum, please help me cum, I'll be good,” Satoru is sobbing, he needs more, he wants more, and Suguru is being so mean. He wants to come, he wants to be filled and pounded so hard he feels the sting for days.
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” Suguru says as he notices Satoru’s cries. He nearly passes out from the pleading and whining, as he sinks himself into the quivering mess in front of him once again.
“Fuck—I’ll fill you up soon, baby, I got you”, he buries himself to the hilt and stays pressed skin to skin, moving his arms forward to grip onto Satoru’s chest. As the new angle has Satoru pushing all his weight back against him, Suguru reaches deeper inside and Satoru’s eyes roll back.
Satoru is gone—he is so gone, every nerve on his body tingling like static, his mind is blank, he feels heavy and numb as his boyfriend rams into him at a deadly rhythm so deep his dick bobs all over the place and slaps against his stomach with each thrust, he’s close. Suguru knew how to break him.
“...Close—oh fuck, ‘m close—” he manages to say between desperate gasps. He’s sobbing, beyond overstimulated. His back hurts from how arched it was—but he feels so good.
“I know, baby, I know, I’ve got you, you can cum.” Suguru’s voice is rough as he keeps slamming directly into Satoru’s prostate, almost pulling out to make him feel every inch each time he thrusted inside.
Suguru sneaks his hand down to hold Satoru’s thigh from underneath with the sole purpose of lifting it. Satoru was angled by a rough hand, then, into a standing split position. His leg lifts in the air as he finds purchase against the wall all over again. The flex of his leg, long and pale and trembling with the sudden stretch, quivers in Suguru's grasp as if Satoru didn't know whether to tremble in pleasure or let himself be molded by the other man. Suguru grunted and steadied Satoru with the flat of his palm against the center of his back while he continued to buck his hips up into Satoru's heat.
Satoru can’t respond at this point; he just takes and takes, he lets himself be manhandled. Little choked up sounds escaping him every few seconds, as he feels his orgasm build up. Suguru feels him clenching around him, he drops a hand to grab hold of Satoru’s dick and pumps him at the same speed as he thrusts in, causing him to moan out helplessly. Satoru sees white before he cums, his entire body shaking. Ropes of white land on the wall between his hands, as he slumps forward, almost bumping his head on the wall.
Suguru picks up his pace in order to search for his own release. He grips the leg Satoru has suspended and starts bucking forward without rhythm, messy, fast, hard, and deep.
“You’re so amazing, sweetheart, you did so good, I’m so proud,” he whispers behind him, as he kisses his calf, adoring every inch of the man in front of him. He drops Satoru’s leg, instead bending him more at the waist with his hands gripping the sides of his hips, leaving harsh red indents on his plush skin. Satoru is being railed from behind as he feels hands grab his chin to look back, lips catching on his in a kiss he can barely keep up with. Tongues clash and teeth smash together, but neither cares; it feels heavenly.
One deep thrust is all that pushes Suguru over the edge; he cums with a low groan. It’s so much and—oh—Satoru is so warm inside now, he couldn’t be any happier.
Suguru shifts from holding him up to hugging him, he curls forward onto Satoru, his head dropping down on his shoulder as he bites down on it, causing Satoru to whine. They stand like that for a few minutes before Suguru gently pushes off of him to help him clean up.
He kisses Satoru’s temple, "Don't do anything, love, I’ll take care of you,” he whispers reassuringly alongside sweet nothings as he finishes cleaning them both up. “Stay here, my angel,” as he grabs a warm towel to wrap around Satoru who looks ready to sleep for two days straight.
Satoru stands still as his lover wraps the towel around him. He snaps out of his daze when he feels Suguru lift him up bridal style.
“Wait, babe, I can walk, you know.” He says quickly and shifts around to get down.
Suguru kisses his forehead as he tightens his hold on Satoru, “I’m well aware, sweets.” He walks back into his bedroom and gingerly places his boyfriend on the bed. “Get comfy, let me go get your clothes, and I’ll be back.”
Satoru huffs at the fact that he just got carried, when he can walk fine without a problem. He flops backwards, the silk purple pillows behind him ruffling loudly with the added weight. He turns to the side, the towel hanging loosely on his hips as he turns over again, now lying stomach-down on the bed. It smells of Suguru, he thinks as he sniffs as discreetly as possible. Suguru had yet to clean his sheets, so they are saturated in his smell.
“You know, if it were for me, I’d never let you clean your sheets ever again,” he announces loudly while rubbing his face around the pillows.
The dark-haired man laughs heartily as he walks back in the room with clothes in his hands and a towel wrapped around his hips. Long strands stick to his back as they are still wet, water droplets all over his muscular shoulders, falling when he flexes them as he moves. He strides in, reaching the edge of the bed where Satoru hangs his feet,
“Sit up for a second, baby.” he hears Suguru say behind him, propping his arms up as he turns around to stare back at him.
He shuffles forward to grab at the clothes he had picked out earlier. “It feels too early to go to sleep, mmm, what time is it?” he mumbles while slipping on his underwear, followed by sweatpants and the soft t-shirt he chose.
Suguru finishes tying the strings of his sweatpants, going for a shirtless outfit. He twists around to grab his phone from his desk, checking the time before sliding in bed while pulling Satoru down with him.
“It's 8pm, baby,” he whispers as he shifts closer to Satoru, forcing him to curl under his chin, arms coming around his torso tightly, and legs tangling over the sheets. They never slept under them, the bedroom never got too cold, and Suguru knew to keep the temperature around 70 degrees for him.
“Sweet dreams, my angel.” Suguru drags out half asleep. Satoru thinks fondly of how easy it is for them to fall asleep quickly in each other's arms, feeling safe, warm, and content. Usually Suguru stays up later when they aren't together, but when they share a bed, he's the first to go out. Satoru likes to stay up a few minutes after to stare at the beautiful being holding him. It’s a habit he picked up a while before, when they were just starting to share a bed intimately.
His eyes look up to Suguru’s tranquil sleeping face, dark eyelashes gently kissing the skin around his eyes, a few freckles dust his cheeks, and the straight nose bridge that he loves so dearly. Suguru is breathtaking even more when asleep, every piercing glints under the fading moonlight that casts inside the room through the window. A smile forms on his lips as he feels his heart swell and his eyelids grow heavy with slumber.
“Night, Suguru.”
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Satoru wakes up cold and alone, but to the sound of a loud metal banging and the hushed whisper of curse words. He usually feels annoyed at finding the other side of the bed empty this early, yet the smell of sausages and pancakes has him sitting up as he stretches quickly. He feels sticky with sleep and his body three times its weight as he crawls out of bed and slips on sandals to avoid the harsh cold of the floor.
The hallway is dim, the curtains still drawn, letting morning leak in as stripes of gold against the walls. The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and browned butter, and it makes his stomach twist with want, and maybe a bit of hunger. There’s a trail of warmth lingering in the air—Suguru must’ve been up for a while. The familiar creak of the floorboard just outside the kitchen lets out a soft whine as he carefully passes over it.
He gently opens the already ajar door, walking out to find Suguru in the kitchen flipping pancakes. He continues to shuffle around the stove, shirtless, with his hair tied up in a messy bun. Satoru walks back into the bedroom to grab his phone as quietly as possible, walking back to snap a picture of Suguru, who is still moving around. He smiles down at his phone, content with the new wallpaper, before he lets himself be noticed.
Walking up to Suguru—who was now frying Italian sausages with the professionalism of a chef in Satoru’s humble opinion—he wraps his arms around his waist as he places his chin over his shoulder to look down at the food. His boyfriend was humming something under his breath; a bit soft, a bit careless, a bit out of tune, but still in that gravelly voice of his that made Satoru tingly inside. “Morning,” he simply murmurs against Suguru’s neck, placing a soft kiss on the same spot.
“Good morning, angel. How did you sleep?” Suguru answers as he plates up their food.
“I dreamt I was inside a game, full of weird, colorful creatures, almost like Pokémon. You were there too, and we were running from them, not sure why. Shit was a bit scary actually.” Satoru says as he walks out of the kitchen to go to the hallway bathroom and brush his teeth before eating. “I remember hearing people talk about Godzilla too, but like—what does he have to do with Pokémon?” he speaks up, confused by his brain's choice of character mash-up, mouth full of toothpaste.
Suguru calmly places their food down, alongside some jasmine tea he had prepared before Satoru woke up. He walks up to Satoru, who is still rambling about his dream while he washes his face, somehow avoiding getting soap in his mouth.
“Baby, food's ready,” he reminds him gently to avoid interrupting his rant, still somewhat interrupting him, leaning against the bathroom door as he waits.
“I know—as I was saying, after we fucking ran away from him, we took a corner and a huge beholder—,” he says, exasperated as he rubs his face on a towel to dry off. Satoru trails off his rant as he turns around to find Suguru watching him, his hands, who had been signing stuff in the air as he spoke, dropped at his sides. “Anyways, I woke up from that, so not sure if we made it out alive or not.”
“That sounds like a nightmare, sweetheart. Do you even feel rested?” Suguru responds as he leans forward to grab Satoru and pull him out of the bathroom to go eat. Just gently, by the wrist.
“I mean, I kinda like dreams like this, so yeah,” he laughs lightly, letting Suguru pull out a chair for him to sit on.
Suguru hums with a small smile on his face, he pours Satoru some tea, then himself. Satoru is stuffing his mouth with all sorts of things he sees on the plate, not caring if the flavors go well together or not. The man is ravenous, and his wonderful boyfriend made him a feast worthy of his appetite, so how can he not?
“This is so good, oh my god,” he somehow manages to speak with his mouth full. Suguru scrunches up his nose at the sight. Lovely.
“Baby, swallow. You’ll choke,” Suguru says as he places his cup of tea closer just in case it's needed. “Speaking of choke, I wanted to ask you something.” What a way to subtly shift into another conversation.
Satoru halts his eating, mid-chew, looks up to stare at Suguru. A hint of red blush courses its way across his face immediately as he imagines where this conversation is going.
“Where did that idea come from, sweetheart?” Suguru smirks as his tone lowers. He cocks his head to the side and kicks Satoru's foot lightly under the table.
“Umm, well—so I saw a video on Twitter and I thought I could try to do it, and I did. So, I wanted to show you.” Satoru jumps a bit at the touch as he answers, fully red-faced, but he tries to play it off cool by shrugging.
The sun shines through the window, illuminating his already red face, making it more obvious. Suguru can count every freckle on his face from this angle, the way his hair shines under the warm light, and his blue eyes that stare back at him. Pink has always looked good on Satoru; it’s Suguru’s favorite thing in the world. The pink on his lips, his cheeks when he blushes, the red dusting his palms, and the tips of his ears when he’s stressed.
“Mmm, I see. Do that more often. If you want to try more things, I mean.” Suguru says as he drinks his tea whilst holding eye contact. Upturned half moons squinted with a smile at Satoru’s baby blues over the rim of his teacup, the laughter lines faintly making an appearance at the edge of Suguru’s eyes.
Satoru sits back in his chair as he feels himself go lightheaded and fuzzy. He extends his arm out to grab his tea cup and chugs it all, the warm liquid easing his brain and the light floral taste of jasmine bringing him back to reality. “Yeah—yeah sure, I can do that,” he answers back, looking back at Suguru, who was already staring at his smirk growing bigger.
“Good.” Suguru hums as he tilts his head to the side and admires his flushed boyfriend, that pretty color that bloomed under the apple of his cheeks, some ideas already taking form in his brain.