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Satoru has a horrible habit of following just about anything on Twitter. All on the same Twitter. Which means when he and Suguru are hanging out casually, quietly enjoying each other’s company while they each entertain themselves, and Suguru is stupid enough to look over at his phone screen, he gets an eyeful of porn that Satoru scrolls past casually. Not without liking it first though.
Suguru looks to Satoru's face, expressionless and bored, then back down to his screen. A cat picture, liked, a cringe meme, retweeted, and then more porn. The biggest dick Suguru has ever seen is on Satoru’s screen, and Satoru doesn’t immediately scroll past it.
When he looks at Satoru again, he finds that he’s looking right at Suguru, like Suguru is the pervert for looking at it. “Nosy, much?” He asks.
“Well, you’re the one looking at big schlongs right in front of me.” Suguru huffs, looking away entirely.
“That one isn’t even that big,” Satoru says before scrolling right past. “It’s gotta be at least, like, thirty centimeters to be ‘big’ to me.”
Suguru has to stop dead entirely and look back to Satoru, genuine confusion taking over his features. He mentally measures that out, thinks of his own length, then puts his hands in front of him in his best approximation, roughly a foot apart. That cannot be right.
“Thirty? As in three-zero? I don't think you know how big that really is. People I’ve been with complained about mine being too big, and it's twenty-seven centimeters.” Suguru isn’t one to brag, habitually, about his dick. It’s annoying, actually, not something to brag about. But there’s no way he can’t bring that up when Satoru doesn’t even consider that big.
“They do not complain about that,” Satoru scoffs. “Twenty-seven is fine, but it’s just nothing to write home about.”
“Satoru, average is, like, fourteen, you know that, right?”
“Average doesn’t actually mean it’s any good though. Like, fourteen is nothing, even if it is average. A bunch of guys just have small dicks.” Satoru shrugs, and he continues to scroll on his phone, unphased by the nonsense coming out of his mouth.
Suguru doesn’t even know what to do with that statement. Satoru is usually only this obtuse on purpose, but he genuinely looks serious. Is Satoru packing something insane to justify these opinions? Or has he just spent way too much time online?
“Satoru, have you ever actually had a dick inside you before?” Suguru asks slowly, eyebrows furrowing. He doesn’t think Satoru has. They’ve known each other for years, and Satoru doesn’t exactly hide anything from him.
“Well, no.” Satoru’s voice is a touch quieter now. “But I’m just picky.”
“I guarantee you, if you had my dick in front of you, you wouldn’t think thirty is a reasonable length.”
The second the words leave his mouth, he regrets it. Who says something like that to their friend? Who says anything about putting their dicks anywhere near their best friend? Maybe he’s overthinking it, worried he’ll betray just how much he’s thought about doing exactly that. After all, that’s probably a reasonable thing to say when he’s living proof that Satoru’s being unreasonable.
Satoru, to his credit, doesn’t seem even close to put off by that. Instead, Suguru swears there’s an excited glint in his eyes.
A sly smirk spreads across Satoru’s features and his eyes drop instantly to Suguru’s crotch. “Yeah? I don’t think you’re nearly as big as you say anyway. You should lemme see it.” Satoru’s tongue darts out to swipe over his lips. Despite his earlier statements about twenty-seven centimeters not much to write home about, he sure seems eager to take a look.
Suguru gets the distinct idea he’s been baited. But… shit, he can’t even really complain. He looks warily at Satoru for just a moment longer, like he’s going to say sike and call him a dumbass for actually doing it, before his thumbs hook into the waistband of his pants and he shoves them down, just enough to free his soft cock and balls.
“That’s big?” Satoru scoffs, and Suguru rolls his eyes.
“It’s still soft, idiot. I’m a grower, not a shower.” Suguru wastes no time in spitting into his hand before wrapping it around his cock. Normally, it takes a bit to get Suguru hard on command. A visual aid of some kind, porn of a pretty twink speared on a huge dick not dissimilar to his own. But the visual aid is practically in front of his face, watching intently, waiting for Suguru’s cock to get hard.
It’s not hard to imagine what he’d like to think is an imminent reality. Satoru’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock because he can’t take the full length, Satoru sprawled out beneath him moaning like a whore, Satoru complaining that it’s just too much.
Suguru’s hard before he knows it, and he has to force himself to take his hands off of it, or else he could spend the next twenty minutes wrapped up in fantasies of Satoru lavishing him with attention. He allows his cock to simply rest up against his own stomach. Suguru looks down at it himself, assessing what Satoru could possibly be thinking. It’s long, he knows that. He’s never met someone else whose cock even came close in length to his. But what he’s really proud of is his girth. He can hardly wrap his own hand around it, and it takes a real practiced throat to succeed at sucking him off. Which means he’s accepted his lot in life as too big for most people.
Satoru looks fascinated, staring silently, open-mouthed. Suguru knows he’s won his argument, and he smirks a little. His hand wraps back around the base, and he gives his cock a little wave, and he watches as Satoru’s eyes follow it, entranced.
“Nothing to write home about, huh?” Suguru can hear the self-satisfaction in his own voice.
Satoru swallows, audibly, closing his slack jaw finally. “Can I…?” He reaches a hand out, fingers twitching in a grabbing motion. Suguru huffs a laugh and pulls his one hand away completely.
“You can touch it, Satoru. I wouldn’t get myself hard and let you see if I wasn’t okay with you taking care of it.” Suguru watches as Satoru’s hand reaches out, and he groans, softly, as Satoru’s fingers wrap around his length. Satoru doesn’t have any of the issue that Suguru has with fitting his fingers all the way around his shaft. He’s gifted with long, slender fingers that skillfully begin to move up and down his length slowly.
Suguru doesn’t see it coming when Satoru leans over to take the head in his mouth. Suguru’s hand drops down to tangle in Satoru’s hair, while Satoru’s tongue swirls over the head and
"Think you can take it in your mouth? Since it’s not ‘big’ to you?” Suguru teases, convinced Satoru won’t even try. He feels like he’s made his point well enough by now, but he still can’t stop himself from teasing. The angle is awkward, but he can tell Satoru tries to look up at him while leaning over from his side. Satoru seems eager to accept the challenge and his mouth opens wider, slowly easing himself down further on Suguru’s length.
Suguru groans, his head falling to his shoulder. It’s been too long since someone last even tried to take him into their mouth, too intimidated. It’s not even that Satoru’s particularly good. He’s not sucking, he’s not even closing his lips around Suguru’s shaft. His inexperience shows horrible, and when Suguru hits the back of his throat, the loud gagging sound that escapes him only proves Suguru’s point.
Satoru pulls back up quickly, spit in excess dribbling down Suguru’s cock. He gasps as he pulls away, sits back up. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean.
“Gonna admit it’s too big for you yet?” He asks, his hand coming back to his cock and stroking himself once more, using Satoru’s spit to lubricate his movements.
Satoru’s tongue, once more, darts out to lick his lips and he looks, determinedly at Suguru’s length. “I’m just not practiced with my mouth is all. A toothbrush can make me gag, doesn’t mean it’s big.”
“No? Then I’m sure you could take it inside of you easier, yeah?” Suguru knows it’s a bad idea. He knows good and well he doesn’t have any lube anywhere in the house, and the last thing Satoru needs is a prolapsed asshole because he’s too proud to admit he can’t take it. And Suguru is right, because Satoru nods eagerly, ready to prove himself.
“Let me. I bet I can’t even feel it in me.”
“Then you’re going to want to get it nice and wet if you want it in you. C’mon, try again.” Suguru holds himself by the base once more, and Satoru wastes no time in leaning in to take Suguru in his mouth. He’s slower, this time, when he moves down. His lips are closed around Suguru’s shaft this time too, and the effect is blissful. Warm, and wet, and when he gags and drools, he doesn’t pull off this time, only pulls back, making an obscene slurping noise as he sucks lightly.
Suguru’s not convinced he’s going to last long enough to let Satoru try. He taps lightly on Satoru’s cheek with his hand, getting his attention. “That’s enough,” he says, and Satoru pulls off with a wet pop. He pants and looks to Suguru, lips reddened and drool running down his chin. His eyes are glassy, teary from gagging repeatedly. How badly Suguru wants to take a picture, immortalize that look on Satoru’s face.
Suguru’s cock, twitching and leaking at the sight, is better lubricated now, wet with spit and precum. Now… Satoru is the one to worry about.
Satoru’s already at least one step ahead of him, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down, leaving him in only his tight underwear, and visibly hard.
Suguru isn’t mean enough to laugh. But he wants to be. “Satoru, you talked so much about what counts as a big cock, and that’s all you have?”
It’s not that Satoru is small. He’s by most metrics completely average. But for someone who called fourteen centimeters nothing, it’s hypocrisy manifest.
Satoru’s face all but bursts into flames. “I’m a bottom, it doesn’t matter what I have!” His voice is whiny and defensive, and his hands immediately cover his tenting underwear. Suguru bites back the rest of his comments, knowing if he does, Satoru will only get too mad at him to do anything.
“Come on, don’t get all shy. You’re going to have to take that off if you want to prove I’m not too big for you,” Suguru prompts.
Reluctantly, Satoru shucks his underwear all the way down, leaving him exposed. His cock is pretty, undeniably pretty. He’s shaved smooth, and his cock is flushed pink from base to tip.
“Cute…” Suguru coos. “Lay on your stomach. I need to get you ready to take it, don’t I?”
Satoru makes the awkward shuffle to turn onto his stomach, spreading himself across the length of Suguru’s couch. Suguru himself moves to settle himself between Satoru’s legs, before coaxing him gently to lift his hips up.
Suguru’s hands grip at Satoru’s soft ass cheeks, kneading them in his hands for just a moment, before parting them to reveal his tight, puckered hole. Satoru whines, softly, and his pink hole clenches around nothing. Suguru salivates.
With his tongue flat, he wastes no time in wetting Satoru’s hole, letting him relax as he whines and moans softly, gripping one of Suguru’s throw pillows. When Suguru begins to prod with the tip of his tongue, opening Satoru gently, he swears he’s not going to be able to fit even the head in without overstimulating Satoru. He whines and moans abundantly, shamelessly, while Suguru does the absolute bare minimum to open him up. He can only imagine how pathetic he’ll sound when Suguru pushes into him.
Suguru pulls back, admires his work, Satoru’s hole loosened every so slightly and soaking wet. Satoru whines his complaints, wriggles his hips in a way he thinks is enticing. Suguru puts his own fingers into his mouth, lets his spit gather on them, wets them with his tongue, before pulling them out. Two of those fingers press gently at Satoru’s entrance before sliding in with much noise from Satoru. He gasp and presses his hips backwards, while Suguru’s fingers gently work to coax his hole open with small scissoring motions while Satoru’s hole clenches tightly around them.
“Shh, just relax, Satoru. It’s going to be hard if you don’t relax.”
Suguru’s fingers work slowly before he can finally slide the third finger into Satoru’s hole. He goes through the same slow scissoring motions, working him open while Satoru starts to come undone.
“Suguru, please… Just put it in already…” He begs, whiny and pathetic, his cheek pressed to Suguru’s throw pillow.
“You think you can handle it? I don’t know if you’ll be able to if you’re still so tight around my fingers.” Suguru’s fingers spread wider for emphasis, and Satoru gasps loudly.
“Suguru, please! I need it…”
“So demanding,” Suguru chides, but he pulls his fingers out anyway. Satoru’s hole gapes slightly, and Suguru decides that will just have to be good enough for him. He sits himself up straight on his knees, and he spits into his already spit-soaked hand so he can give himself a few more quick strokes, keeping himself at full hardness, and making sure he’s nice and wet.
“Are you ready, Satoru?” He asks, holding his cock steady in place as the head of his cock kisses Satoru’s waiting hole. His dry hand moves to Satoru’s waist, holding him steady there.
Satoru only nods his answer. Suguru thinks about how satisfying it would be to make him beg for it, ask nicely again, but he supposes he’s gotten enough of that from working him on his fingers. So without any further hesitance, he pushes his hips forward, slowly, carefully, until the head of his cock fully breaches Satoru’s tight entrance.
“Suguru…” Satoru gasps, choking on it. Suguru watches his face intently, watches his eyes screw closed, his mouth open wide as he drools onto Suguru’s pillow.
“Shh, you’re okay, you’re okay. I’ll be slow. Tell me when it’s too much, okay?” Suguru says when, not if, because he knows Satoru just won’t be able to handle it. He’s too tight, Suguru didn’t prepare him properly without lube, and Satoru’s too damn proud or maybe too stupid to admit he needed lube to take it.
Suguru waits a moment more before pressing in more, slowly but surely, just a few centimeters at a time before pausing, letting Satoru adjust. Then another couple centimeters. Satoru’s trying hard to keep himself quiet, biting down on Suguru’s pillow, but all kinds of visceral noises leave Satoru’s throat without his permission.
Suguru almost wants to scold him, tell him to let him hear his pretty voice so he knows when he’s officially too big. But… Satoru’s been enough of an entitled brat that Suguru doesn’t feel too bad about doing it the mean way.
With half his cock still left, Suguru pushes his hips forward and sinks all the way in. Suguru lets out a loud groan as he bottoms out, feeling Satoru’s walls hot and wet and tight around his cock. He feels like Satoru could cut off the circulation to his cock.
Beneath him, Satoru is a disaster. “Suguru! Sugu- it’s too- that’s so- hnnng, Suguru…” Satoru sounds on the verge of sobbing, and still, he doesn’t want to say what it is: too big.
“Was that too much?” Suguru leans over Satoru’s back to purr directly into his ear. Suguru pulls his hip back just barely before pushing back in, making Satoru gasp softly.
“Too much… Sugu, please, ‘s too much…” Satoru has tears leaking from his eyes now, and his voice is a pathetic choked sound.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, searching Satoru’s face. Satoru shakes his head rapidly.
“No! No, need it, Sugu, please, need it, fuck me, please!” Satoru begs wantonly, his hips moving slightly, trying hard to fuck himself on Suguru’s length. There isn’t much leverage there, though, and he’s mostly unsuccessful.
But who is Suguru to deny him what he wants? He sits back once more, and he pulls out shallowly before thrusting back in. Satoru’s hole is tight around him, and the drag of his cock out and in makes him hiss softly until he’s back inside of Satoru.
“Sugu, please, hah, please, again, more, so full…” Satoru’s eyes are unfocused as he begs, and Suguru knows that he’s going to be quick. Suguru’s probably going to be just as quick though inside of Satoru, hearing him moan so prettily before Suguru’s even fucking him in earnest.
Suguru isn’t going to deny either of them, and he pulls out most of the way before plunging back in, his hips slapping against Satoru’s ass loudly. Satoru whines and before he can continue to beg, Suguru does it again. And again. And again, until he sets a brutal pace, fucking deeply into him with each thrust.
Satoru becomes less and less coherent with each thrust, and yet he becomes more and more enthusiastic. “Sug- it’s so- ahh! So full, hnng, wanna, hah, Sugu!” The sounds of Satoru’s pleasure fills the air, with all the other obscene sounds. The couch beneath them creaks, not built at all for this kind of wear and tear, and Suguru’s balls slap loudly against Satoru’s own from behind alongside the clap of his hips into Satoru’s ass. He’s going to hear it from his neighbors later, but right now, he doesn’t care.
“You like that? This enough for you, Satoru? Still gonna tell me it’s not big enough?” Suguru can’t help but tease, even between his own low moans as he thrusts into Satoru faster and faster, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm.
“Hah, No, mmph, Suguru, it’s big, ah-hahn, please, Sugu, gonna cum, mmph, please!” Satoru cries out, and without much more warning than that, Satoru’s whole body goes tense and he shoots his load onto Suguru’s couch. With Satoru’s whole body clenching so tightly around him, Suguru is close behind, burying himself deep into Satoru’s ass as his orgasm washes over him and he spills his load into Satoru’s hole.
He remains there for a second, catching his breath as Satoru slumps against the couch, breathless and worn out. When he does pull out, it comes with a wet squelching noise. Satoru’s hole doesn’t close immediately. It gapes, red and raw after the abuse it’s been put through, and slowly Suguru’s cum begins to leak from the inside.
“It’s too big,” Satoru finally gasps, lifting his head from the pillow, his cheeks tear-streaked and ruddy red. “You made your point.”