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satoru booked this study room for the both of you under the impression of helping you study for an important anatomy test next week. it started off fine, you were taking to the material so well, he was so proud of you! and you were so thankful, offering up anything and everything for his help. a coffee, lunch, his favorite snack, a movie ticket…
“how about a k-kiss?”
your mouth drops open and you go silent. a furious blush paints satoru’s face as he starts to stammer, trying to ease the tension he caused.
“i-i was just—i’m kidding, you don’t really—i’m sorry if—“
satoru stills when your weight falls onto his lap and your lips connect with his, cutting off his rambling. at first it’s just a simple press, a test of the waters. his press back, until your lips begin to move slowly but surely. he’s unresponsive at first, then your tongue comes to lick at his bottom lip, trying to coax his mouth open and he’s a goner.
he kisses back sloppily, hands gripping the bottom of your shirt and he whines into your mouth. his cock is hardening in his pants and his thighs rub together uncontrollably for that little bit a friction that still feels so good.
when you part from him he groans, fingers going under your shirt to hold your waist, not too hard, just to make sure you don’t move too far away from him. his breath is ragged and his eyes are clenched shut, suddenly embarrassed at his state and hoping you don’t see, you don’t notice—
“are you—are you hard, satoru?”
redness spreads to his ears and he cringes inwardly. it’s so stupid, so embarrassing, cock twitching in his pants over one little kiss like some inexperienced virgin, a loser—
“satoru, hey. hey!”
your hands hold his cheeks and satoru opens his eyes, red rimmed under his glasses.
“sorry,” he whispers, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—“ his bottom lip wobbles and you hurry to reassure him.
“woah, don’t cry, it’s ok,” you chuckle, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks, so soothing it makes his shoulders droop, and his head leans into the attention.
“felt good, huh,” you murmur, and satoru blinks up at you, lips parted as he nods. you take the opportunity to slide your thumb between his parted lips, and they close around the finger, tonguing the tip, awkwardly, unsure.
you shudder in his lap, shifting slightly over his cock and he moans around your finger, eyes slipping shut and he ruts his hips up tentatively.
“hey, toru?”
he shakes at the nickname, at the breathy tone your voice takes. his eyes peek open once more and he makes a noise of affirmation around your thumb.
your own mouth parts as you slide the slick digit from his mouth, to his dismay. but you glide your thumb along his lips, spreading his saliva like a gloss that you bend over and kiss away.
“how about i pay you back another way,” you ask against his lips, grinding your hips down onto his erection. satoru cries out, readily taking any friction he can get.
“a-another w-way?” he stammers, glasses getting foggy, breath getting heavy, and his head falls back with a gasp at a rough grind.
“yeah, another way. i think you’ll like it.” you head dips so your lips find his exposed neck, licking and biting. satoru’s hands fumble for purchase against your skin, overwhelmed but still wanting more, wanting whatever you’re willing to give him.
“yes, yes, y-yes, please. whatever—oh—whatever you want-want.”
you leave his neck with a bite, sitting up and taking in his flushed appearance. a blush coating his pale skin, snow white hair sticking to his forehead, glasses askew, crystalline eyes blown out and wide with arousal. and you’ve barely touch him.
“whatever i want?”
he nods eagerly, hips still rocking unconsciously.
now you’re on your knees under the table, satoru’s pants and digimon boxers are around his ankles, and your tonguing at the tip of his long cock, slipping into his slit, salty precum pooling on your tongue as satoru tries so so hard to muffle his moans behind his hand, the other clutching desperately at your hair.
satoru clenches his teeth, trying and failing to keep a shout at bay when your mouth fully closes around his tip and sucks, his thighs twitching under your fingers where you hold him down.
his hips twitch to try and push more of him into your mouth and you squeeze his thighs tight in warning.
“sorry, sorrysorrysorry,” he rasps, “i just—i w-want more p-p-please.”
your lips leave his cock and he moans into his palm in frustration before your hand replaces it, stroking him slowly as you stare up at him from your place below the table.
“i though you said whatever i wanted, toru.”
you thumb swipes over his tip, making him twitch as a fresh bead of precum pools out. “don’t be greedy.”
he nods, trembling under your fierce gaze, darkened even further under the shadow the table creates. “i won’t, i won’t, i p-promise, just please—“
you reward his obedience by loosening your throat and swallowing his cock all the way down to the base, settling your nose in his unruly pubic hair.
satoru stills, his body feeling the pleasure before his mind can comprehend it. the hand keeping his sounds muffled falls limp at his side, freeing them. his other still grips your hair, albeit weakly now, like all his energy has been depleted. his head turns towards the exposed glass beside him. anyone walking by would be able to see. anyone will be able to hear. he should be mortified, but your tongue is working the vein on the underside of his cock and he can’t bring himself to care.
“do you want to get caught toru?”
“n-no—fuck, no, i’m sorry, ‘m sorry—“
“then shush. you have to be quiet for me.”
but satoru’s body is so sensitive, so responsive to your touch that he doesn’t know what to do. it gets trapped inside and makes him so dizzy, so light, that his mouth just opens of its own accord and out comes the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.
he moans lowly, but it echoes in the study room. his eyes are lidded and his head falls back, body sinking deeper into the chair. he gasps, barely able to breathe, drunk on the feel of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over and over. he’s never felt this before and he can’t handle it, he can’t, he can’t—
“look at me toru.”
his body jerks at your voice, hardly able to comprehend due to his brain turning fuzzy with pleasure. he picks his head up slowly, like it’s heavy. when he meets your eyes, his body tenses, thighs spreading wider and shaking under your hands.
your eyes are teary, your mouth is slick with spit and precum, his cock is throbbing and red and wet in your hand, and there’s a pool of saliva at the base of his cock proving your efforts in putting him down your throat. you look so messy, so debauched and satoru whines so loud as he stares into your eyes in near disbelief that this is happening to him.
“i-i-i—oh my god—ohmygod—please please please, i’m not—i can’t—“
you smile at him, pressing a finger to your lips to signal him to be quiet. the library may be almost empty but better safe than sorry. but then you stick your tongue out and slap, slap, slap his cock on it, holding eye contact. satoru almost loses it. he’s babbling incoherently, you can catch pleas and cries of your name coming from him. your shoulders jump with a chuckle as you take him back into your mouth, sucking with renewed vigor.
“oh, oh , oh, my fucking—‘s good, ‘s good, sososo good, just—just—ah!”
both of his hands come to land in your hair, tugging and pulling and gripping, satoru trying to regain his senses. you moan around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder violently. his whines get higher in pitch as you use your hand to stroke what your mouth is not reaching.
the sound of you sucking his cock so messily is so lewd, so loud in his ears. he wants to throw his head back and scream with it, but you told him to keep his eyes on you, told him to be quieter, and he wants to be good for you, doesn’t want to leave the warmth of your mouth, getting addicted. he would help you study, hell, do all your work if it meant he could do this all the time.
satoru’s hips start bucking, and he starts pushing your head down to meet the rise of his hips. he knows he shouldn’t move but he can’t stop, glasses slipping down his nose as he breaths through his mouth, watching you take him down with rapt attention.
you let him fuck your face, breathing through your nose, letting him take what he needs because he sounds so pretty, sounds so sweet, looks so wrecked just from your mouth and it’s making pleasure build in your own stomach.
“yeah, y-yeah—need more, n-need—fuck!”
he finally breaks eye contact, tears falling down his face underneath his glasses, unable to take the way you look, the way you look at him anymore. he throws his head back and wails into the air, the loudest he’s been and your heart nearly stops. you’re gonna get caught, someone’s gonna walk in and see you both like this—
a loud moan of your name leaves satoru’s mouth as he shakes violently, pushing his cock as far as he can in your mouth as cum spurts from his tip, coating your tongue and throat and flowing down uninhibited. his chest heaves and he’s whining, rutting his cock into the back of your throat to prolong the best orgasm he’s ever had.
you gag around his cock, choking, but you let him ride it out. satoru gets his fill, crying your name, twitching as you swallow around him, not missing a drop and watching his reaction. his head comes back down and he’s looking at you sheepishly, slowly catching his breath and loosening his hold on your hair.
“s-sensitive, please. i’m so—oh.”
you finally grant satoru mercy, sliding your mouth back up his shaft one final time, sucking up the mess in your wake, making him whimper and jerk. when you come off completely, you smile up at him and leave one last wet kiss on his tip. his returning smile is wobbly. one hand comes up to run through his disheveled hair while the other tries to return yours to the style it was before he buried his hands in it.
you laugh, pushing his hand away from your head and climb from under the desk, satoru quickly reaching down and pulling his pants back up, hissing as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his boxers.
he looks up to find you waiting for him. he goes to speak before you bend down and cut him off with a kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth and he responds with a weak moan, hands coming to hold onto your shoulders, tasting the remnants of his cum in your mouth.
satoru pulls away, shyly looking up at you and nervously fixing his glasses on his face. his face is flushed pink and it takes everything in you not to pepper his face with kisses and embarrass him further.
“t-thank you for that, it was really—“
a series of pounds on the wall startle the both of you, making you turn to face it as a rough voice speaks to the both of you.
“if you two are finally finished, maybe i could get a turn?”