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Satoru, with a shirt in each hand, a pout on his lips and the phone between his ear and shoulder, let out a snort. —I don't know which one to choose, I mean, the white one can get stained easily, but the pants I'm going to wear don't go well with the light blue one.
Satoru sighed again, while on the other end of the line Shoko's voice could be heard, slightly muffled by the loud background music and other people's voices. — Put on the black pants from last time and the light blue shirt; I already told you that those white pants you bought don't go with anything. — In the background, you could hear Shoko uncorking a bottle of whiskey and Utahime's voice telling her to pour the whole glass.
—Oh, but I was dying to wear those pants... Oh well, I'll do it,...Hey Is the party already started?— Satoru asked, putting the phone on speaker and starting to put on the simple black pants, dark brown shoes, and light blue t-shirt, clicking his tongue when he looked in the mirror and realized he'd buttoned a few buttons wrong. Rolling his eyes, he cursed under his breath, —God, it's so annoying when this happens.
—Dude, the party started like an hour ago, literally; people are still arriving, so relax, but come on over. Should I call you an Uber in the meantime? —Shoko's voice echoed through the speakerphone on Satoru's bed.
Satoru picked up a belt, fastening it quickly while shouting from across the room. —Yes! Please! I don't know how my parents did it, but they learned to see what transactions I make on my card, and if they see that I paid for an Uber at this hour, it's going to look really weird.
The sound of the call cutting off echoed in Satoru's room. With a sigh, he finished fixing his hair, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, smiling at himself in the mirror, and winking before turning around and going to the bathroom to apply perfume to his neck and wrists, remembering Shoko's advice: ¨Pulse points, it lasts longer.¨ He nodded to himself, satisfied.
He descended the stairs calmly, taking advantage of the silence in the empty house. His parents were on a cruise, which made everything much easier. He took his jacket from the coat rack, carefully opened the door, and silently activated the alarm. He stepped outside, finding an Uber that had just pulled up in front of his building. Satoru slid into the back seat and sighed, straightening his hair and shirt collar.
—Satoru Gojo, right? —the driver murmured as he entered the address Shoko had previously indicated when she ordered the Uber for Satoru.
—Yeah, to the ieiri residence, please… You have the address there, right?
—Yeah don't worry, please fasten your seatbelt,— the driver said, then began to reverse and make a U-turn to head towards Shoko's party.
Satoru stared out the window as the streetlights flashed by; the road was empty. Resting his cheek on his palm, he sighed and with his free hand began scrolling through Instagram, watching his friends' stories and noticing that they were all already at the party. —Great... everyone's there,— he muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow.
Satoru felt the car brake suddenly and looked up. In front of them, the enormous gate of the Ieiri residence was illuminated by warm lights. Outside, a small group of people were smoking, chatting and laughing.
—We've arrived,— the driver announced.
—Perfect, thank you,— Satoru replied, opening the door as he remembered that Shoko had already paid for the trip.
The moment he stepped outside, the cool night air enveloped him. He adjusted his jacket over his shoulders and smiled as he saw two girls near the entrance gate, recognizing them as two friends from Shoko's biology class.
—We thought you weren't coming, Satoru!— said the blonde, exhaling a puff of smoke with a lopsided smile. The other one, a girl with wavy brown hair, gently pushed him by the shoulder. —There are some real hotties in there... you wouldn't believe it. Shoko really outdid herself with the guests this time.
Satoru let out a low laugh, taking off his glasses. — Thank you, thank you...— he said theatrically, gently blowing on the glasses glass before wiping them with the edge of his shirt. — But sorry girls, I only came here today to hang out with friends, listen to music…
The two girls looked at each other in silence. A second later, they burst into laughter along with him. —You don't even believe that yourself, Satoru!— said the blonde, wiping away a tear of laughter. —Not even a little bit—added the other one.
Satoru shook his head, smiling, and said goodbye —See you later, beauties— as he turned and quickly put his glasses back on, heading to the entrance. Walking inside the house, he was immediately enveloped by the atmosphere as soon as he crossed the threshold.
The house was full, people everywhere, some kissing on the sofas, others dancing really close to each other in the living room, laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. In the kitchen, a group was playing beer pong table. Balloons and disco balls hung from the ceiling, and colored lights slowly rotated, painting everything in vibrant hues and the music was loud enough that you had to lean close to someone's ear if you wanted to talk. —Perfect,— Satoru murmured, smiling as he made his way through the crowd. He slipped easily through the people until he finally spotted Shoko.
She stood relaxed, a bottle of beer in her hand. She wore a short black skirt, a tight white top, and a long necklace that sparkled with every movement. Her cherry-red lips contrasted with her carefree expression, and her brown hair fell loosely to the middle of her back.
Satoru raised his hand. —Ieiri! — he shouted from afar.
She turned around instantly, taking a swig from the neck of the beer bottle, and when she recognized him, her face lit up. —You finally made it, idiot! — She replied, laughing.
Satoru closed the distance in seconds and enveloped her in a hug.
—This party is great,— he said, pulling away just to look at her. —You outdid yourself. —
Shoko raised an eyebrow proudly. —Obviously. What did you expect?—
—Less chaos... and worse music,— he joked.
—Hey, watch what you say,— she retorted, giving him a light punch on the arm. —That playlist took me hours.— Shoko approached him casually, standing on her tiptoes and placing a hand on his shoulder, forcing Satoru to lean forward slightly. Her warm breath brushed against his ear through the background music. —I saved you some grapefruit Smirnoff...— she murmured, almost conspiratorially. —There's also Coca-Cola in the mini-fridge.—
Satoru smiled slightly. —You know exactly how to keep me happy. —
Shoko let out a low laugh and patted him on the back a couple of times before turning away. Utahime was beside her, leaning in to whisper something in her ear; she frowned for barely a second… and then smiled mischievously; when she looked back at Satoru, she murmured. —I'm going with Utahime for a little while— she said, winking at him. —But Nanami and Choso must be in the backyard; go with them, I'll join them in a bit.
Satoru nodded, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. —Okay, I'll text you if anything comes up... don't disappear too much.
—I'm not promising anything,— Shoko replied with a sly smile.
Utahime gently pulled her hand, already half-dragging her towards the stairs.
—Come on, Ieiri!
—I'm coming, I'm coming! — Shoko replied, laughing.
Satoru watched them walk away, both going up the stairs holding hands amidst shoves and laughter, disappearing upstairs. He sighed and straightened his shirt collar, starting to move forward again through the crowd. The heat inside the house was becoming increasingly intense, the air thick with perfume, alcohol, and laughter. He dodged a couple who nearly knocked him over while dancing and another group shouting and celebrating a shot in beer pong.
—God, I need to have something to drink— he muttered.
Before going out to the patio, he went into the kitchen, opened the mini-fridge, and, just as Shoko had promised, there it was: the bottle of Smirnoff grapefruit and cans of Coca-Cola. —I love you, Ieiri,— he whispered with a smile as he took a can of Coca-Cola, closed the fridge with his foot, and took a small sip. —Perfect.—
With the can in hand, he finally pushed open the door to the patio, and the fresh air hit him immediately, a stark contrast to the stifling heat inside. Outside, the music was more muffled, mingling with more relaxed conversation and the occasional click of lighters.
Satoru scanned the area, searching among the scattered groups. —Let's see where they are...— he murmured, squinting. He wandered aimlessly across the courtyard, noticing that some had already jumped into the pool, laughing and splashing without a care in the world; others were play-fighting, perched on their friends' shoulders, shouting whenever someone fell in. Further on, a couple of pairs were kissing openly.
Satoru looked up again… and then he saw him.—Hey, Nanami!— Satoru smiled, waving his hand from side to side. The blond boy barely turned his head; his expression remained as serious as ever, but before he could say anything, a wide smile appeared behind him.
—Satoru!— Haibara greeted, also raising his hand enthusiastically.
Nanami let out a soft sigh, his glass of whiskey in hand. —You're late,— he said simply.
Satoru approached slowly. —I wasn't late, you all arrived early.— As he got closer, he noticed the rest of the group.
Choso stood to one side, leaning listlessly, a joint between his lips. He exhaled the smoke slowly and raised a hand in a vague greeting. —Satoru…
—Choso,— Satoru replied with a slight bow of his head.
But they weren't alone; there were other persons there. The first one was blond and sat quietly, a girl with black hair with a blue strand was nestled in his lap, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his shirt. He seemed completely oblivious to the noise around them, focused only on her.
A few steps away, leaning against the wall, was another boy, wearing baggy pants and a black jacket, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He held a joint between his fingers, the smoke drawing slow lines in the air. His long hair was half-tied into a messy bun, with a few strands falling around his face.
Satoru watched him for a second longer than necessary, barely tilting his head. —And these guys? — he finally asked, looking at Nanami, though his eyes seemed to keep returning to the boy on the wall.
Nanami took a small sip from his glass before answering: —Friends of friends.
—Translation—Haibara chimed in, smiling—Shoko invited half the world.
Satoru let out a low laugh. —Classic.
Choso exhaled another puff of smoke without moving much. —They're friends of mine; this one here is Hakari. Don't try to talk to him, he doesn't listen to anyone or anything unless it comes from Kirara.
Satoru smiled, following Choso's hand with his eyes, quickly deducing who Kirara was. The girl, sitting on the blond boy's lap, returned a smile sweetly. —I like your hair— Satoru commented, raising his hand in a cheerful greeting.
—Aww, thank you,— she replied, hugging the blond boy around the neck. —Did you hear that, Kin-chan?
—Yes, baby, I heard you,— Hakari replied without taking his eyes off her. —You look beautiful.
Choso let out a low laugh, shaking his head. —Whipped…— he murmured under his breath.
Satoru let out an amused smile, taking another sip from his glass. —Adorable,— he commented teasingly, but without malice.
Choso then tilted his head slightly to the other side. —And that one over there is Suguru.
The name seemed to carry a different weight. Satoru barely turned his face, as if he didn't want to make it too obvious… but his eyes were already there.
Leaning against the wall, relaxed, the joint between his fingers almost consumed, the smoke slowly dissipating into the night air, his rolled-up sleeves revealing his forearms covered with some tattoos, and loose strands of hair falling around his face, barely softening his features decorated with a piercing in his right eyebrow.
Satoru felt the dark-haired man's eyes move until they met his, suddenly feeling a warmth rise in his cheeks as he watched the man exhale smoke through his lips. Satoru blinked, looking away. The group continued their conversation from before Satoru arrived, occasionally speaking, but most of the time Satoru remained silent, simply listening, sitting on the grass.
After a while, Satoru leaned back to take another swig from his can of Coca-Cola, but there was none left. Frowning, he stood up with a sigh, muttering, —I'll be right back, I'm going to get something to drink. — Satoru was brushing the grass off the back of his pants when a raspy voice interrupted him.
—I'll go with you, my mouth is dry as hell.— Suguru said, taking the joint and putting it in a small box for later and patting Choso on the shoulder.
Satoru stared blankly as Suguru shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy black pants and looked at him, as if waiting for him to lead the way. Satoru mentally facepalmed, reminding himself that this was surely what he should do, since Suguru didn't know the house.
—Come on, it's this way,— Satoru muttered, almost choking, mentally cursing himself. "Damn it, keep your shit together."
Satoru walked at a relaxed pace, or at least as fast as he could manage, while sensing Suguru's presence behind him. They both turned right, pushing the glass door aside to enter the house; suddenly, the heat from inside hit Satoru full force.
The music suddenly vibrating through his body, the crowded people dancing caused Satoru to accidentally stick close to Suguru, so much so that as they crossed the center of the hall, a girl swaying her hips pushed Satoru backward, hitting Suguru's chest with his back, feeling two long, large hands grab each side of his hips, preventing them from falling backward.
Satoru looked over his shoulder, apologizing with a barely perceptible —Sorry.
Which Suguru only answered with a soft —hmhm— grunt and a —Keep walking— very close to Satoru's ear.
Finally, when they reached the part of the kitchen that was overflowing with drinks and glasses for people to help themselves, Satoru noticed Suguru sighing and preparing a gin tonic. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he bent down to grab another can of Coca-Cola, suddenly feeling Suguru's gaze on him.
—What?—Satoru murmured without looking at him, concentrating on opening the can.
—Do you drink alcohol? — Suguru muttered as he took a couple of ice cubes out of the ice bucket and put them in the glass.
—Sometimes, very little, to be honest; I don't handle alcohol well, so I prefer not to drink much, you know…
Suguru nodded absently as he poured the tonic water into the glass of gin, filling it to the top.
—Do you? — Satoru asked. —Forget it... It was a stupid question—he muttered quickly, taking a swig of Coca-Cola to cover his tracks.
Suguru let out a small, lopsided smile. He reached for a knife and cut a slice of lemon. As he did so, his shirt lifted slightly, revealing the line of his abdomen, that "V" that disappeared beneath his pants, which hung too low on his waist. Satoru looked away abruptly, as if he'd seen something he shouldn't have.
—Yes… it was —Suguru replied calmly.
The music drifted muffled from the living room. A couple of people went into the kitchen, laughed loudly, grabbed some bottles, and came back out. The world kept turning around them, but in that small space, it seemed to have slowed down.
Satoru played with the can in his hands, turning it over, avoiding looking in one direction for too long, and then…
—Anyway...— Suguru's voice cut through the air again.
Satoru looked up, almost immediately.
Suguru was already looking at him. —You're doing the right thing.
Satoru frowned slightly, confused. —Huh?
Suguru rested the knife on the counter top, placing a lemon slice on the glass, and then grabed the glass with his right hand, turning slightly toward him, just close enough so that their conversation wouldn't have to compete with the surrounding noise. —No drinking—he clarified.
—Most people come here and do whatever they want without thinking. He paused briefly, holding his gaze. —You don't seem like one of them.
Satoru stood still for a second. —What are you saying? I always do things without thinking too much — he replied with a small nervous laugh.
Suguru took a sip of his gin tonic, his gaze fixed on Satoru, and let out a giggle as his tongue brushed against the inside of his cheek. —Yeah, right...—
Satoru frowned, leaning his hips against the kitchen counter. —Yeah, right
—What? I'm serious; I'm always doing things…— Satoru waved his hands in the air. —Crazy things and all…
Suguru chuckled softly, looking away, his voice raspy and mocking. —What? you mean, 'sneaking out of the house to go to your friend's party'? — Suguru set his glass down on the counter and took a step closer, resting an arm beside Satoru. His soft laughter still lingered in the air.
—Come on, 'Satoru,' right? You're practically a spoiled brat; I bet the most 'risky' thing you do is spend more than your parents' credit card limit.
Satoru grimaced, a mixture of frustration and amusement in his expression, as he took a step back, but Suguru held his intense, amused gaze. —That's not true!
He protested, though his voice held a hint of suppressed laughter. —I... I do dangerous things too...
Suguru laughed, letting out a sound somewhere between mockery and charm. —Oh, yeah, sure...— —Like what?— His eyes sparkled with amusement as Satoru snorted. —Please, I bet you wouldn't even dare to smoke a little.
Satoru remained silent for a few seconds, his cheeks slightly flushed, as Suguru moved a little closer, with that smile that knew how to disarm him. —Of course I wouldn't smoke; do you know what that does to your lungs?
He said, a little quieter, more timid at the sound of Suguru laughing at what Satoru had said.
—God, you're adorable,— Suguru blurted out, taking a sip of his gin tonic, his adan's apple bouncing up and down. —'My lungs,' he says. — His dark eyes scanned him with a mixture of fascination and mischief. —And what else? — Suguru continued in a whisper, his voice once again becoming that rough silk that made Satoru's skin feel weird. —I bet you get home before midnight, get your eight hours of sleep, and have never, ever, tried anything that makes you lose control of that little head of yours.
Satoru swallowed, feeling the heat rise up his neck, but he didn't look away. A spark of rebellion flickered in his blue eyes. —Maybe I just haven't found anything worth the risk— Satoru replied, trying to regain his playful tone, though his breathing betrayed him slightly.
Suguru gave a lopsided smile, that crooked grin that promised equal parts trouble and fun. He leaned so close that Satoru could smell the lingering aftertaste of the drink he'd just taken and a woody perfume that enveloped him. —Well. —Suguru murmured, his breath brushing against the corner of Satoru's lips. —Here I am.
Satoru swallowed hard, taking Suguru's hand, feeling how much larger it was than his own, and spoke inches from Suguru's ear: —I-if you still have any to smoke, I know a place we can go... Shoko won't mind.
Suguru smiled broadly, a hint of flirtatiousness and tenderness in his eyes as he gazed into Satoru's blue eyes, downing the rest of his gin tonic in one gulp, setting the glass on the counter and purring—Lead the way.
Suguru gently slid his hand over Satoru's, squeezing it lightly, and together they began climbing the stairs to the upper floor. Lights from the party outside filtered through the windows, painting the steps red, purple, pink, blue, and green as Satoru felt his heart beat faster with each step.
Upon reaching the terrace of one of the upper rooms, Suguru gently pushed open the sliding door, and a cool breeze enveloped them. He let Satoru's hand slide between his while he leaned against the terrace railing and gave him a lopsided smile as he took the small box where he had put the joint a few minutes ago out of his pocket.
Satoru took a deep breath, letting the fresh air soothe his nervousness. His cheeks flushed as he watched Suguru place the joint to his lips, patiently lighting it and finally arching his neck back to exhale the smoke into the air. With a small smile, Suguru beckoned Satoru closer.
Satoru moved closer, so close he could feel Suguru's breath on his face; suddenly he felt one of Suguru's hands around his waist, holding him against the terrace railing, as he heard him murmur, " Open your lips a little." "Yeah, just like that" Then he felt Suguru place the blunt in Satoru's mouth.
Suguru, after placing the blunt between the white-haired man's lips, anchored both hands on his waist, gently caressing them as he gave instructions in his husky voice. —Now inhale through your mouth, like you're drinking through a straw... Yes, like that...— Suguru bit his lip to suppress the foxy grin that threatened to break. —Now hold your breath for a moment. — Suguru's hand slid down slightly, brushing the base of Satoru's spine, as he raised his other hand to remove the blunt from Satoru's lips and murmured, —Now exhale slowly...
Satoru began to slowly exhale smoke, suddenly covering his mouth with his fist because of the sudden cough that came over him, his eyes slightly watering, while in the background he heard Suguru's hoarse laughter and a light rub on his hip as he heard him murmur.
—Its okay, Its okay, it happens.
Satoru finally stopped coughing and straightened up, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand. Despite the tickle in his throat, he felt strangely light, as if the rooftop air and the smoke were beginning to intertwine with the intensity of Suguru's gaze. —No... it's not bad — Satoru managed to say, trying to regain his haughty posture, although his voice sounded softer and more broken than he intended. —It j-just…took me by surprise.
Suguru smiled, that feline expression so characteristic of him, and took another drag of the blunt before exhaling the smoke to the side, never taking his eyes off Satoru's every reaction. Then, with a slow movement, he placed the blunt on the railing and returned both hands to Satoru's waist, squeezing just enough so that Satoru couldn't pull away.
—Oh, really?— Suguru tilted his head, closing the distance until their noses almost touched. —Then I suppose you're ready for the second lesson. Because if you're going to play with me, you're going to have to learn to put up with more than just a little smoke.
Satoru felt his heart stop. The world around him, the distant music, the cold of the night, and the city lights seemed to have vanished, leaving only the electric space he shared with Suguru. —And what would the second lesson be? — Satoru challenged in a whisper, his blue eyes fixed on Suguru's lips, finally losing all his initial shyness.
Suguru didn't respond with words. He simply lowered his gaze to Satoru's parted lips and let his thumbs trace the edge of his jaw, making the silence on the rooftop much heavier and more expectant than before.
As Suguru's thumbs traced along Satoru's jawline, the cool night air mixed with the sweet smoke of their blunt created an intoxicating haze around them. The distant sounds of the party below seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them isolated in their own world.
Satoru's breath hitched as Suguru's touch sent electricity racing down his spine. His blue eyes remained locked on those soft, inviting lips just inches away.
—Fuck...—Satoru breathed out, his voice rough with sudden desire. He leaned in closer, his own hands coming up to grip Suguru's shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Suguru smiled while the blunt hung forgotten for a moment as they closed the remaining distance.
—What baby? — Suguru purred inches from Satoru's lips.
—Just kiss me, you're taking too long.
When their lips finally met, it was desperate and hungry, no gentle first kiss, but a collision of need and want.
Suguru's tongue immediately pushed past Satoru's lips, demanding entry, tasting the smoke and something sweet uniquely Satoru. Satoru responded with equal intensity, his own hands sliding up to tangle in Suguru's hair, pulling him even closer against his body. Their mouths opened wider, the kiss growing messier and more passionate by the second. Tongues battled, saliva mixing as they devoured each other.
—Mmm...— A low groan escaped Suguru's throat, muffled by their joined lips. His hips shifted, pressing against Satoru's thigh.
The terrace suddenly felt too small, too warm. Their bodies pressed together tightly as they made out against the railing, oblivious to the world around them.
The intensity of the kiss escalated as Suguru took control, his hands roaming bolder across Satoru's body. One hand slid down from his hair to grip the back of his neck firmly, angling his head for deeper access, growling
between kisses. The other hand moved lower, fingers hooking under the hem of Satoru's shirt to expose his heated skin.
Suguru's tongue dominated Satoru's mouth with practiced confidence, tracing every contour, claiming every inch. He broke the kiss momentarily, a thread of saliva connecting their lips. Suguru smiled proudly, biting his lip at how red and swollen Satoru's lips were from the kisses, only to press his lips against Satoru's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
—Fuck, you taste good— Suguru growled against his ear, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dug into Satoru's lower back, pulling him against Suguru's hardness that was already straining against his pants.
The air was thick with the scent of weed, sweat, and arousal. Suguru's other hand slid down to Satoru's ass, squeezing the firm flesh and grinding their bodies together deliberately.
The friction was deliciously torturous. —Touch me back— Suguru commanded breathlessly, one hand releasing Satoru's back to force his own hands up. He guided them to grip the front of his jeans, right over his obvious bulge. —Don't be shy, baby.
Satoru's fingers fumbled with the button of Suguru's pants, his own breathing ragged as he felt the hard length beneath the fabric. The air crackled with mutual desire and anticipation.
As Suguru guided Satoru's hands to his crotch, the two of them stumbled through the terrace door, still locked in their heated kiss. Their laughter was breathy and urgent between their tangled lips.
Their heated exploration continued as they stumbled backward, still locked in their passionate embrace. The walk from the terrace door to the bedroom was a blur of tangled limbs, stolen kisses and brief breaks from their heated making out only to laugh breathlessly before diving back in.
—Fuck, I can't stop myself— Suguru muttered against Satoru's lips, one hand sliding up his chest while the other gripped his hip possessively.
They reached the bedroom threshold and practically fell through the door together, their bodies never breaking contact. Suguru backed Satoru against the vanity, the hard surface pressing into his spine as Suguru caged him in with his arms.
The interior of the room was dimly lit, music pulsing faintly from the party below. The space was cluttered with party supplies, a messy vanity covered in makeup and perfume bottles, providing the perfect surface for Suguru to back Satoru against.
—Right fucking here first— Suguru growled, spinning Satoru around and pressing him against the cold marble surface. His hands immediately went to work unbuttoning Satoru's shirt completely, the fabric falling open to reveal his bare chest. Suguru's lips immediately descended to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses across Satoru's collarbone and chest. —Mmm... you smell so good— Suguru moaned, biting lightly at the skin. His fingers found the waistband of Satoru's pants, tugging it down just enough to show the curve of his hips and the prominent bulge straining against his boxers.
He kissed him again, deep and claiming, his tongue exploring every corner of Satoru's mouth like he was trying to memorize the shape. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost unbearable.
—Bed…i- — Satoru gasped out between ragged breaths, his hands gripping Suguru's shoulders. No need to finish the sentence, because Suguru was already pulling him backward, still kissing him fiercely as they stumbled toward the bed. The mattress hit Satoru's knees, then his hands, and finally they collapsed onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs.
Suguru was on top, pinning Satoru down beneath him, their lips locked in a passionate, messy kiss that left both of them breathless and desperate.
Satoru frowned as he saw Suguru's lips moving; Suguru seemed to be looking at him, as if waiting for an answer.
—And what do you think?— Suguru said in ragged breaths as he waited for Satoru to answer.
Satoru simply leaned down to kiss Suguru's neck, leaving hickeys on the right side. —I don't understand what you're saying. I can only think of your mouth... I don't hear the words.
Suguru smiled, lowering his hand to unbutton Satoru's pants as he lifted his legs to pull the fabric off his body. —I was saying I'm imagining you in my bed, without clothes...
Suguru's grin widened at Satoru's flustered reaction, his fingers deftly working the buttons of his pants until they slid off completely. He kicked them aside carelessly, leaving him in just his boxers that did nothing to hide his obvious arousal. —Mmm, you're so fucking cute when you're blushing like that.
Suguru murmured, his lips trailing along Satoru's neck with deliberate slowness, sucking and biting to leave dark marks on his skin. He shifted his weight, his hips grinding slowly against Satoru's to emphasize his point, the friction was maddening through their remaining clothing.
The tingling sensation intensified as Suguru's hands roamed over Satoru's bare skin, his touch igniting sparks that raced along every nerve ending. The sensitive skin of his inner thighs tingled where Suguru's fingers traced idle patterns, and he could feel that familiar warmth pooling low in his belly, making his cock throb insistently.
—Sensitive, aren't you?—Suguru purred with satisfaction, his lips trailing down Satoru's collarbone as his hands worked at his own pants. With a soft hiss, he unbuttoned them and slowly pulled them down to his knees, his erection straining against his boxers.
The music from the party thrummed faintly through the walls, a distant bass that vibrated through the floorboards and into their bodies. Muffled laughter and conversation drifted up from below, but up here in this bedroom, it was just the two of them in their own world.
Suguru positioned himself between Satoru's legs, his body pressing against Satoru's ass, grinding slowly. He hooked Satoru's legs over his shoulders, the position putting Satoru completely at his mercy. —Does this feel good?—Suguru asked, one hand sliding down to grip Satoru's sensitive length through his remaining underwear, his thumb stroking the tip. —Because I can't get enough of you.
The sensation of Suguru's fingers wrapped around his cock, combined with the pressure of his body against him, was almost overwhelming. Satoru's back arched involuntarily, his hips pushing up to meet every touch.
Satoru's mind went blank with pleasure, his thoughts fragmenting into incoherent fragments of sensation. This was nothing like the gentle kisses and awkward fumbling from earlier. This was intense and overwhelming, and he didn't want it to stop. His hands gripped the sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric as Suguru's touch drove him wild. The way those long fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking with just the right pressure, made his whole body sing with need. He was so close already, his balls tight and aching. —Fuck, Suguru...—Satoru gasped, his voice breaking as pleasure built in his core. —Don't stop…
Suguru's other hand was just as skilled, fingers sliding between Satoru's ass cheeks to tease his tight entrance. The touch was foreign yet somehow right, making Satoru's body clench and pulse with anticipation. When Suguru's fingers pressed against that sensitive ring of muscle, Satoru's eyes rolled back slightly, his breath coming in short, desperate pants.
—Ahh... that feels...— Satoru couldn't even finish the thought, too caught up in the sensation of being touched there. It was dirty, taboo, and incredibly hot all at once.
Through the bedroom door, the muffled party sounds continued, the bass-heavy music, the laughter, and the chatter creating an oddly grounding backdrop to their increasingly carnal activities.
Suguru shifted his position, and suddenly both of his hands were working in tandem. One continued to stroke Satoru's cock with practiced ease, the friction of skin on skin building delicious tension. The other hand pressed two fingers into Satoru's ass, spreading him open slowly, deliberately. —Relax for me—Suguru whispered against Satoru's ear, his breath hot. —Let me in…
As Satoru's body gradually relaxed, Suguru's fingers slipped deeper, stretching him in a way that made his whole nervous system light up with new sensations. The combination of being touched so intimately and having his cock stroked was almost too much.
—Fuck... I'm... I'm getting close— Satoru panted, his hips jerking involuntarily against Suguru's hands.
Suguru's fingers curled inside him, stroking that inner wall that made Satoru's vision blur with pleasure. He could feel himself getting slicker, and Suguru must have noticed too because he withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, then brought them to Satoru's cock.
With his thumb, Suguru collected the bead of clear precum that had gathered at Satoru's tip. The tip of his finger was coated in that slick fluid, and without hesitation, he brought it to Satoru's ass, circling the tight entrance and pressing in gently.
—Mmm, you're so fucking wet—Suguru groaned, his voice thick with lust. He pressed his finger deeper, using the natural lubricant to ease the way.
Satoru whimpered at the feeling of being spread open, his body trembling with anticipation. The knowledge that Suguru was preparing him, that this was really happening, made his cock leak even more precum.
—Please...— Satoru begged breathlessly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Suguru's hair. —I need you inside me. Now…
The party raged on outside, but in this moment, the only thing that mattered was Suguru's fingers stretching him open and the promise of what was to come.
Suguru's eyes darkened with primal hunger as he looked down at the trembling, needy body beneath him, the wetness coating Satoru's ass, the way his cock was so hard it was practically begging for attention, and the desperate look in his eyes…it all combined to make Suguru feel like a king.
—Begging for it now? — he growled, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He pressed the head against Satoru's entrance, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench around him. —You're fucking tight, Satoru. So fucking tight…
He pushed in slowly, letting his cockhead sink into that hot, tight heat inch by inch. Satoru's body clenched around him like a vice, and Suguru had to pause, letting himself adjust to the incredible sensation. His own pre-cum mixed with Satoru's, making the entry slicker. —Fuck...— Suguru breathed out, his hands gripping Satoru's hips tightly. —You feel amazing.
Once he was fully inside, Suguru started to move, pulling back and then thrusting forward in long, deep strokes. Each thrust made Satoru gasp and moan, his body rocking up to meet every one of Suguru's movements.
The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with the muffled party noise outside.
Suguru's pace increased, his hips snapping against Satoru's ass with each powerful thrust. He reached around to stroke Satoru's cock with one hand, his fingers wrapping around the shaft and giving him firm, practiced strokes in time with his thrusts. —Take it—Suguru commanded breathlessly, his other hand gripping Satoru's hip possessively. —Take my cock so fucking well.
Satoru's body was shaking with pleasure, his balls drawn up tight as Suguru's fingers worked his cock. The dual stimulation was too much, and he could feel his orgasm building rapidly. —Suguru... I'm going to... fuck...—Satoru panted, his eyes rolling back as pre-cum leaked from his cock in thick streams.
Suguru's fingers tightened around him, stroking harder. —Cum for me—he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. —Cum while I'm fucking your ass..hgmm
The words sent Satoru over the edge. His body tensed, his ass clenching down hard around Suguru's cock as his orgasm ripped through him. His cock pulsed and throbbed in Suguru's grip, spurting thick ropes of cum that coated Suguru's fingers and dripped down onto the bedsheets.
—Fuck... fuck... fuck!— Satoru cried out, his whole body convulsing with the force of his release.
Suguru watched Satoru's face as he came, his own pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He pounded into that tight ass harder, chasing his own release. His balls drew up, and with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could. —Take it all—he groaned, his cock pulsing and spurting his hot cum deep inside Satoru's ass. The feeling of filling him completely, marking him from the inside out, made Suguru's whole body shudder with pleasure.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, breathless mess, Suguru stayed buried inside Satoru for a long moment, his cock slowly softening but still filling that tight passage. They were both breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum, the scent of sex heavy in the air.
—Fuck, that was...— Suguru trailed off, pulling out reluctantly with a wet pop. Strings of cum connected them for a moment before breaking, dripping down Satoru's thighs.
Suguru looked down at the mess they'd made, cum coating both of them, Satoru's ass still clenching around nothing, the sheets beneath them soaked. The sight made his cock twitch, already starting to harden again.
—Round two? —Suguru asked with a wicked grin, his hands gripping Satoru's hips firmly. —I'm not done with you yet.
Before Satoru could respond, Suguru was already moving. He flipped Satoru over onto his stomach with practiced ease, manhandling him like a ragdoll. Satoru landed with a soft thud, his ass still raised in the air from the position.
Suguru's cock was already pressing against that cum-slicked entrance again, using the mixture of their releases as lubricant. The combination of Satoru's own cum, Suguru's seed, and the residual wetness made everything slick and perfect.
—Ahh... fuck, you're so fucking easy. — Suguru groaned, pressing in slowly. —Look what you did to me, Satoru. You made me so hard I can't stop.
He bottomed out, his cock sinking into that already-fucked hole with ease. Satoru's body had relaxed from his orgasm, making the entry smoother.
—Mmm... still so tight though—Suguru muttered, starting to move. His thrusts were slower this time, more deliberate, grinding against Satoru's prostate with each pump.
Satoru's body responded immediately, his ass clenching and unclenching around Suguru's length. The pleasure was intense, almost too much, but not enough at the same time. —A-ah... Suguru...—Satoru moaned, his voice needy and breathless. —I... I can't... haah... I can't think straight…
Suguru chuckled darkly, one hand sliding up to grip Satoru's cock, giving it a few lazy strokes to get it hard again. —You want more, don't you? — he asked, his voice a low growl against Satoru's ear. —Want me to keep fucking this perfect ass?
Satoru could only respond with a needy whimper and a desperate nod, his hips pushing back against Suguru's thrusts. —Y-yes... please... don't stop...
The approval made Suguru grin wickedly, his pace increasing. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, along with Satoru's increasingly desperate moans.
Suguru was in the middle of a particularly hard thrust when he remembered the blunt sitting on the nightstand; without breaking rhythm, he reached over and grabbed it, sparking it to life with practiced ease.
The cherry glowed bright orange in the dim bedroom light, filling the space with sweet, pungent smoke. He took a long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling directly onto the back of Satoru's neck.
The hot, smoky breath mixed with the sweat on Satoru's skin, creating an intoxicating combination of sensations. Satoru's body shuddered at the feeling, his moans becoming even more desperate and breathy. —Mmm... fuck... that's good, isn't it? —Suguru murmured, taking another hit. This time he blew the smoke across Satoru's shoulders, watching it curl around the flushed skin. —Getting high and fucked at the same time... you're taking this so well, baby…
His hands gripped Satoru's hips even tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with each powerful thrust. The pressure was intense, his fingers leaving deep marks that would definitely bruise later. He didn't care; he wanted to mark Satoru, to leave evidence of how thoroughly he was claiming him.
—Ah... fuck... you feel so good— Suguru groaned, his hips snapping against Satoru's ass. The joint dangled from his lips, still smoldering between his teeth as he continued to fuck Satoru from behind. —Look at you... a trust-fund baby with his ass full of street-bred cum like mine...
He leaned down, pressing his chest against Satoru's back while keeping his cock buried deep inside. His lips brushed against Satoru's ear as he whispered—Gonna mark every inch of you tonight… Every. Fucking. Inch.
To prove his point, Suguru took the blunt from his lips, holding it with one hand as he leaned in to kiss the sensitive skin at the base of Satoru's neck, his teeth sinking in with a firm suck. He sucked hard, creating a perfect hickey that would be visible for days. Then another one higher up, near the collarbone. Then another on his shoulder. —Mmm... there you go— Suguru panted, pulling back up to look at his handiwork. —Gonna be covered in my marks by the time I'm done with you.
His thrusts became more brutal, more punishing. Each one was accompanied by a sharp squeeze of Satoru's hips, his fingers leaving bruises that would bloom into deep purple marks by morning. The joint bobbed between his teeth as he fucked Satoru harder, taking another drag and blowing the smoke across the back of his neck.
Satoru's body was trembling, his cock leaking precum onto the sheets beneath him. His moans were muffled against the pillow, high-pitched and desperate. The combination of the blunt, Suguru's rough hands, his teeth on his skin, and the relentless pounding of his cock was pushing him toward another orgasm. —F-fuck... Suguru... I'm gonna...— Satoru whimpered, his ass clenching down hard around every thrust. —I'm going to cum again... haah... I can't... fuck!
But Suguru had no intention of stopping; he kept fucking Satoru's ass with brutal efficiency, his bruising grip on those hips never relaxing, his teeth leaving more and more marks across Satoru's back and shoulders.
—Cum again, you fucking easy slut… Do you like being fucked by a stranger at the party? Hmm? Do you like that? —The joint was nearly finished, but Suguru didn't care. He was lost in the moment, completely focused on the body beneath him and the pleasure they were creating together. Suguru gripped Satoru by the hair, shoving his face down into the pillow.
The bedroom dissolved into a haze of pleasure, smoke, and sweat. Time became meaningless as Suguru continued his relentless assault on Satoru's body. The joint was long gone, discarded somewhere on the sheets, but the high it had given them still buzzed through their veins, intensifying every touch, every sensation.
Suguru's pace was punishing, his hips slamming against Satoru's ass with a wet slap that echoed in the room. His hands were bruising Satoru's hips completely, fingers digging in so hard the tips of two fingers were turning white. Each thrust was punctuated by a sharp squeeze, leaving dark purple marks that would bloom into spectacular bruises.
—Fuck... so tight... you're fucking perfect— Suguru groaned, his voice hoarse from all the dirty talk. He leaned down again, this time biting Satoru's shoulder hard enough to break skin, leaving a dark, angry mark beside the hickey he'd already created.
Satoru was completely lost in pleasure, his body rocking back against every thrust, meeting Suguru's force with desperate abandon. His cock was hard again, leaking continuously, his balls drawn up tight and aching for release. The pleasure was almost painful, a sharp, intense pressure building in his core. —Suguru... I need... haah... I need more—Satoru begged, his voice breaking. —Please... I'm so fucking close... I need you deeper... harder…
Suguru obliged, if that was even possible. He grabbed Satoru's hips with both hands, one on each side, and actually lifted him slightly before slamming him back down onto his cock easily. The motion was almost violent, but Satoru's body was made for this, clenching and squeezing, milking Suguru's length with every bounce.
—Take it... take every fucking inch doll—Suguru commanded, his breathing ragged. —Leaking all sheets... does it turn you on being handled like a slut?
The bedroom was a disaster zone of pleasure, Satoru's cum coating the sheets in dried patches, fresh precum creating new wet spots, both of them glistening with sweat and covered in bite marks and bruises. The music from the party downstairs had evolved into a distant thrum, unimportant and far away.
Satoru let out a broken moan, gasping for air —F-fuck, yes...yes god yes...i-i love it...ah...
Suguru's other hand slid around to Satoru's cock, giving it firm, punishing strokes that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. His grip was tight and controlling, and with each stroke he pumped Satoru's cock, making the pleasure build even faster. —Ah... fuck... I can feel you throbbing around my hand— Suguru groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as his own orgasm approached. —You're gonna squeeze every drop out of me, aren't you?...
Satoru couldn't answer with words anymore, he was beyond coherent thought, his body a bundle of nerves and sensation. His orgasm ripped through him like lightning, his cock pulsing in Suguru's grip as thick ropes of cum shot across the sheets. His ass clenched down hard, squeezing Suguru's cock like a vice.
The feeling of Satoru's body milking him sent Suguru over the edge.
His thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing deep inside that tight heat as he filled Satoru's ass with his own release. The feeling of his cum pumping into him, mixing with the cum already there, made Suguru groan with satisfaction. —Fuck... that's it... take it all—he panted, his whole body trembling with the force of his climax.
When they finally collapsed together in a sweaty, cum-covered heap, neither of them could remember how long they'd been fucking. The hickeys and bruises covering Satoru's body told the story of their intensity, they'd been completely lost in each other, lost in the pleasure, lost in the moment.
The only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the distant bass from the party below. Suguru's arms wrapped around Satoru's sweaty body, holding him close as they both slowly came down from their high.
—Fuck... that was...— Satoru managed to whisper, his voice hoarse.
—Incredible—Suguru agreed, nuzzling against the back of Satoru's neck, right where he'd left the most prominent hickey.
Neither of them moved, still lost in the afterglow of their intense session.
Their bodies cooled slowly, sweat still glistening on their skin and mixing with the various fluids that had been exchanged. Satoru was curled up on top of Suguru, his face pressed against Suguru's chest, his body limp and exhausted. Suguru's arms were wrapped around him, one hand resting on the small of Satoru's back, the other tangled in his hair.
They'd fallen asleep like that, two bodies intertwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
The room around them was a mess, crumpled clothes on the floor, sheets tangled and stained, the faint smell of weed and sex hanging in the air.
Sunlight began filtering through the curtains, slowly illuminating the bedroom. The party downstairs had long since ended, leaving the house in quiet stillness. But as the morning light grew brighter, it became obvious that Suguru was no longer there.
Satoru stirred slightly, his face still buried against what should have been Suguru's chest. But instead of feeling the warmth and strength of his chest, there was nothing but cool sheets. His eyes fluttered open slowly, confusion clouding his mind as he tried to process what he was feeling.
He sat up quickly, looking around the room with disoriented eyes. The sheets beside him were empty and rumpled. There was no sign of Suguru anywhere, the bed was empty, the bathroom door was closed, and there was no sound of movement in the apartment.
On the nightstand, there was a note with a phone number written below: —Sorry about sneaking out; had to bail before it got too early. You passed out hard, and you seemed to be fucking exhausted. Text me if you want something quick any time. —
The message was casual.
Satoru looked down at himself, seeing the evidence of their night together, his body covered in fading hickeys and deep bruises, his ass still slightly tender from the relentless pounding, the drying cum on his thighs.
Then he looked at the empty space beside him where Suguru had been just hours ago. The apartment was silent except for the sound of Satoru's own breathing, trying to process what had happened.