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When Sunday night rolls around, Satoru can almost always be found on Suguru’s couch, empty takeout containers in front of them and a movie they’re not really watching on the television. Satoru technically has his own apartment – one building over, in fact – but like, why would he be there? Suguru’s here. In his own apartment. And Satoru has a key, obviously, so he lets himself in when he feels like it. Why wouldn’t he?
This particular Sunday, Satoru’s mindlessly swiping through Tinder. He hasn’t been on a date in ages, but Suguru has, so Satoru’s feeling, like. A little left out.
He swipes through probably fifteen profiles before he finds one that’s interesting to him. Miho, 27, 0.5km away. She has long, bleach-blonde hair – it doesn’t look natural like Satoru’s, but it looks good. He swipes through a couple of her photos. Huh. She looks kind of familiar. He turns his phone this way and that, trying to place her, and then he remembers.
“Hey, Suguru,” Satoru says, holding his phone out. “Isn’t this the girl you went out with last week?”
Suguru walks back over from the kitchen, holding two glasses of water. He sets one down in front of Satoru and takes the phone for a closer look. “Well, ‘went out’ is an overstatement, but yeah. This is the girl.”
Satoru remembers because he’d been staring over Suguru’s shoulder while he was swiping. Just to like, give an opinion. Satoru’s very helpful like that.
Something possesses Satoru in that moment. “Well, was it any good?” he asks, taking his phone back.
“Yeah,” says Suguru. “She’s hot or whatever. Not gonna see her again, but yeah. Pretty good.”
Satoru nods. “Right. Well, I usually like what you like,” he says.
He swipes right.
If he’s asked about it, Satoru will say that’s where it all began.
When Suguru’s eighteen, he loses his virginity to a pretty girl named Mari. She’s two years older, she has short dark hair, and she has her left nipple pierced. It’s good, or so he tells Satoru. He really likes blowjobs, he’s discovered. And holding onto a girl’s hips as he fucks her from behind.
He doesn’t like looking at her face. He doesn’t tell Satoru that part.
A month passes.
When Satoru’s eighteen, he loses his virginity to a pretty girl named Mari. She’s two years older, she has short dark hair, and she has her left nipple pierced. It’s good, or so he tells Suguru. He really likes blowjobs, he’s discovered. And lying on his back with his eyes closed while a girl rides him.
When Mari ghosts a finger over his hole, Satoru comes down her throat with a scream. He doesn’t tell Suguru that part.
So that’s where it really began.
Satoru meets up with the pretty blonde from Tinder on Thursday night. Suguru goes to see his weird art films with Nanami on Thursday evenings, so Satoru’s free to do whatever. Every so often, he uses this time to get laid. Why not? There’s nothing better to do, not really, if Suguru’s otherwise occupied. So, bottle blonde from Tinder.
He goes to her apartment. Satoru doesn’t like to have women over to his own apartment. Not because his apartment isn’t nice! Satoru’s apartment is very nice, actually. He’s not one of those men in his twenties who doesn’t have a second pillow or a headboard on his bed. He has, like, a Pinterest board. His place has a lot of pale blue and dark navy, colors that he looks good against. Satoru’s sheets are an icy blue that sets off his skin and his eyes perfectly. He’s taken, like, a lot of slutty selfies in his bed. To great effect. Suguru’s an artist, has a real eye for color, and he always heart-reacts Satoru’s semi-nudes and tells him how good he looks. So Satoru thinks he’s actually done a very nice job of creating an inviting and sensual space.
No, it’s not that. Satoru just doesn’t like having girls over. Something about desecrating his own bed like that…it feels icky. The only other person who’s slept in Satoru’s bed is Suguru, and that just feels right, for some reason. Plus, women are usually happy to host – they don’t have to go to some strange man’s apartment. So really, Satoru’s just being considerate by going to them.
“Do you have a safeword?” says the pretty blonde, wrapping her fingers around Satoru’s throat.
“Uh, cucumber?” he says, swallowing, tracking the way his pulse flutters against her palm.
“Good,” she says, pushing him down on her bed and climbing on top of him.
It’s the best sex he’s had in awhile. He can’t remember the woman’s name for the life of him, so that’s probably why he’s not really thinking about her all that much during the act or whatever. Also, like, he can’t just forget that Suguru slept with her only a week ago. So it makes sense that Suguru would be on his mind even as the pretty blonde ties him to her bed and sinks down onto his cock. He closes his eyes, dark hair and tattoos and piercings flashing. Well, that’s just Satoru’s type. The pretty blonde girl looks too much like himself. He’s not really into fucking the mirror or whatever. Like, if he wanted to fuck a gorgeous blond, he could just jerk off. Easy.
Fuck, it’s, like, so hot to be dominated like this. Does Suguru like it, getting tied up, letting go of control for a while? Satoru can’t imagine it, not really. Suguru loves being in control, but in this quiet, understated way that Satoru never really notices until he realizes Suguru’s ordered his food at dinner or coaxed him into going to bed on time. Maybe he just loves being in control of Satoru. Maybe he did like getting tied up by the pretty blonde.
The feeling that hits him sometimes during sex, that he wants something in his mouth, swells and bursts. He must be hungry. He’ll go get a popsicle after this. It’s pretty hot outside, so that’ll scratch the emptiness itch in his throat and cool him down. Perfect.
“Well, thanks for that,” says the woman, leaning against the doorframe as Satoru walks out of her apartment. She gives him a little wave and carefully shuts the door behind him.
Satoru walks back to his own apartment, enjoying the warm night air. He’s pretty sure Suguru has popsicles in his freezer, so when he’s about five minutes away from his own place he hangs a left instead and heads for Suguru’s apartment. He lets himself in with his copy of Suguru’s key and beelines straight for the freezer. Suguru usually keeps a whole stock of treats on hand for Satoru, and he thinks he remembers seeing some strawberry popsicles the last time he was here.
“Satoru, is that you?” Suguru calls from his bedroom. He walks out into the kitchen, shirtless, fiddling with the tie in his hair.
He must have just gotten home from the movies. It’s a little late, so maybe he’d gone to get a drink with Nanami afterwards or something. Usually, if Satoru comes over on a Thursday this late, Suguru’s already in his sweats on the couch.
“I was getting laid and I really wanted a popsicle,” Satoru explains, holding up the treat.
Suguru raises both eyebrows. “I fail to see how those two things are connected.”
Satoru shrugs. “You know, that thing where like, sometimes when you’re about to come, your throat just feels, like, really empty?”
He unwraps the popsicle and sticks it in his mouth, his throat working as he swallows it down. It feels so good and it’s so perfectly cold. He maybe kinda moans a little. Suguru tracks his movement, clearing his throat.
“Yeah, I’m not super familiar with that one,” Suguru says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t know you had a date tonight.”
“I just went over to this girl’s place. The blonde one from Tinder.”
Suguru blinks. “The one I fucked last week?”
Satoru nods. “Yeah, remember? She came up on my feed too, and you said the sex was pretty good.” He shrugs again. “I figured, might as well. It’s not every day you get an advance Yelp review on a hookup. And she matched me back, so.”
“Right,” says Suguru, pulling his hair back up into a bun. “I mean, I guess that, like, makes sense. Or like, whatever.” He turns and leaves the room before Satoru can reply.
Okay, well, fine. Satoru kind of wants to watch a movie anyway, and he can do that while Suguru showers. He makes himself at home on Suguru’s couch, flipping through his options. He considers putting on something, like, old and black and white, which Suguru will love, but he’s not ready to go to sleep quite yet, so he keeps searching. Finally, he settles on John Wick and presses play, tugging the blanked up around his shoulders.
“What’s that?” asks Suguru, toweling off his hair as he walks back into the living room.
Droplets of water roll down his shoulders where he’s missed them drying off. His sweatpants sit low on his hips, exposing the flat plane of his stomach and the silver ring in his navel. Satoru always wants to play with it, see if it spins all the way around, but he restrains himself. He’s really good at doing, like, normal physical touch in friendships.
“John Wick,” Satoru says, scooting over a little so Suguru can come sit next to him. He gestures at Suguru’s naked torso with a blanket-covered hand. “You look like a slut.” Really. Like, there’s no way Suguru has underwear on.
Suguru rolls his eyes. “Let me grab a shirt, I’ll be right back,” he says, and disappears off into his room again. When he comes back out, he’s wearing an old Oasis shirt, which makes Satoru smile. He sits down on the couch next to Satoru, leaning back into the cushions and propping an arm up on the back. Satoru shifts around awkwardly until he’s seated sideways and shoves his feet in between Suguru’s legs so he can put his toes under Suguru’s thigh. Suguru wraps a hand around his ankle, running his thumb under the hem of Satoru’s sock and making little circles against his skin. It’s really nice. Satoru tilts his head back, his eyes fluttering shut.
“If you’re not gonna stay awake, I’m changing it,” says Suguru, digging into Satoru’s ankle with his thumbnail.
“I’m awake, I’m awake,” Satoru mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. He sits up a little so he can watch the rest of the movie.
When Satoru wakes up in the morning, he’s in Suguru’s bed, tucked under the covers, with Suguru snoring softly beside him. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, so at some point, Suguru must have carried him to bed. Satoru snorts and buries his face back in the pillow. Good thing Suguru spends so much time at the gym.
With a sigh, Satoru gets up, careful not to wake Suguru. Not that it’s really a concern – Suguru sleeps like a fucking corpse. One time, Satoru couldn’t even wake him up by shaking him and had to resort to pouring a glass of water on his head. Suguru was sort of not super thrilled about that, but Satoru was kind of busy being relieved Suguru wasn’t an actual corpse, so he wasn’t really listening when Suguru yelled at him about it. Like, whatever.
He and Suguru are supposed to be meeting Shoko and Utahime for tea today, which was obviously Utahime’s idea. Shoko and Suguru both drink coffee, and Satoru doesn’t care for any gross plant water. But the cafe Utahime has picked has a really good selection of pastries, so Satoru will go anyway. Suguru will buy him something if he acts pitiful enough. He always does.
Satoru gets out the espresso machine, because Suguru’s definitely going to want some before they leave. And Satoru likes the ritual of it, packing the little portafilter full of espresso and tamping it down carefully so it’s not too loose. The sound of the espresso dripping into the mug is soothing, and he likes the smell of it if not the taste, because it smells like Suguru and Shoko.
When it’s finished brewing, Satoru brings the little mug into Suguru’s bedroom and sets it gently on his nightstand. Then, he takes three big steps back from the bed, swings his arms for momentum, and leaps forward, flopping directly on top of Suguru.
“Fuck, Satoru, what the shit,” Suguru groans, wriggling around until he’s on his back looking up at Satoru.
Satoru presses their faces real close together, their noses touching. He stares directly into Suguru’s dark eyes. He could count the lashes, if he wanted. Suguru tries to buck him off, but Satoru goes to the gym too. He holds firm.
“I made you coffee,” he says, his face still centimeters from Suguru’s.
Suguru relaxes underneath him, his expression softening. “Thank you,” he says. Then he wrinkles his nose. “Did you brush your teeth yet, though?”
Satoru waggles his eyebrows. “Why, do you want a kiss?”
“Get the fuck off of me,” Suguru says, squirming again. “God. Why did you even bring me coffee if you were just gonna breathe morning breath in my face instead of letting me drink it?”
Hopping up, Satoru walks to the bathroom. “Fine, I’m gonna shower and brush. Did you get the toothpaste I like or do you only have your nasty cinnamon shit?”
“You know mint tastes terrible after coffee,” Suguru says. “And yes. It’s in the top drawer.”
With great efficiency, Satoru cleans himself up and readies himself for the day. By the time Suguru’s dressed and pulling his hair into a bun, Satoru’s already sitting on the sofa, dicking around on his phone. He found a game where you can make a bunch of cute little monkeys pop balloons, and he’s gotten really good at it.
“Is that my shirt?” Suguru asks, walking over and tugging at the collar so it slips down over Satoru’s shoulder.
“Yes,” says Satoru, shameless. He has his own clothes here, of course, but Suguru’s are just so much better.
Suguru just snorts and puts his shoes on. They walk out together, right on time to make their way over to meet Shoko and Utahime. It’s a really nice day outside, warm and breezy. The weather’s just starting to change. Soon, the leaves will turn, and it’ll be Shoko’s birthday, and then Satoru’s, and then Suguru’s. And Utahime’s, or whatever. Satoru wonders if he should talk Shoko into throwing Suguru a surprise party this year. He ruminates about it while they walk, comfortable silence settling between them.
Utahime has already made it to the cafe when they get there, of course. Satoru sees her sitting alone at a table, two steaming cups of tea in front of her as she types on her phone. He rolls his eyes.
“Do we have to go in?” he whines.
Suguru gives him a little shove. “Yes, Satoru. You like Utahime.”
“No I don’t,” Satoru pouts, sticking his bottom lip out. All tactical.
Pressing his thumb between his eyebrows, Suguru sighs. “If I buy you dessert, will you walk in right now?”
Satoru perks up immediately. “Yes! I want all the manju they have.” He bounds over to Utahime’s table, leaving Suguru to take care of the ordering. Perfect.
Utahime doesn’t even look up as he sits down. “Gojo,” she says, taking a long sip from her mug.
“Utahime,” he says. “How are the brats?”
She rolls her eyes. “Just because you were a brat as a child doesn’t mean my students are.”
He opens his mouth to respond, maybe insult her profession a little – always difficult. Molding the minds of the youth is actually pretty noble or whatever. Just, like, Utahime. Ugh. But as he’s about to say something, Shoko sits down in front of him and picks up her drink. Suguru follows right behind, carrying his own mug of tea and a tray full of manju for Satoru.
“I see you still have Geto doing your bidding,” Shoko says, crossing her arms.
Satoru shrugs and picks up his fork. He’s way too busy eating to respond to this. He lets the conversation continue around him as he polishes off his dessert. If he tries to interject with his mouth full, Utahime will yell at him. So he just keeps eating and kicks at Suguru’s ankle under the table.
Suguru kicks back, and then he steps on Satoru’s toes and pins his foot down. Fucking rude. Satoru looks up, ready to poke him with his fork, but Shoko opens her mouth to ask a question before he gets to.
“So, Geto, how’s the dating going lately?” she asks, leaning back in her chair and twirling a wooden stirring stick around between her fingers.
“Like, fine,” Suguru says. “Met some girls on Tinder, no one special.”
Utahime snorts and then squeaks, looking over at Shoko with a betrayed expression on her face. Shoko doesn’t look back at her, just stays focused on Suguru.
“What exactly are you looking for?” Shoko asks, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes.
Tilting his head to the side, Suguru considers for a second. “I dunno. Someone, like, cool, I guess. Someone that fits in with us.”
“By ‘us’ do you mean Satoru?” Utahime asks, and then squeaks again. She puts a hand up. “It’s a legitimate question. He has to find a,” she coughs. “A girl who’s willing to put up with Mr. Stage-5 Clinger over there.” She points at Satoru.
“Hey,” says Satoru, offended. He’s not clingy! He’s a dependable and reliable friend. And it’s hard to be dependable and reliable if you’re not extremely present, right?
He looks to Suguru to defend him, but Suguru’s laughing with Shoko and Utahime. At Satoru! As if Suguru doesn’t delight in Satoru’s company. “You delight in my company,” Satoru says, crossing his arms.
“Definitely,” says Suguru, giving him a consoling pat on the shoulder.
“Look,” says Shoko. “The love of your life is, like, not on Tinder. I promise. You gotta meet, uh, her out in the wild.”
Technically, they’re out in ‘the wild’ right now. For some reason, that makes Satoru a little squirmy. He looks around the cafe, assessing the women in their vicinity like potential threats. None of them look like they’d be right for Suguru at all. He scoots his chair towards Suguru just a little, in case any of them get any ideas about coming over.
But Shoko’s on a roll now. “Seriously.” She gestures around the cafe, her gaze stopping on Satoru knowingly before she looks away. “There’s, like, ten pretty girls here, all about our age. Pick one.”
Because Suguru’s polite, he shakes his head. “No, I came here to hang out with you all. I’m not going to go chat someone up.”
Shoko grins. “Well, we don’t mind, do we?” she says, looking from Utahime to Satoru.
“I genuinely could not care less if you paid me,” Utahime says, typing on her phone.
Satoru doesn’t say anything, so Shoko prompts him again. “Do we, Satoru?” she asks, her grin wider now.
“Well, actually –” Satoru starts, and then he feels a sharp pain in his shin. Ow! Shoko fucking kicked him! And it hurt! What kind of shoes is she even wearing? “Ouch, what the fuck, Shoko?” he says, leaning down to rub at his shin. Jesus.
“Oops, that was an accident. Sorry,” she says sunnily, not sounding very sorry at all. “But like, anyway.” She gestures across the cafe again, to where a girl with blue dip-dyed hair and a snake tattoo curling up her forearm sits alone at a table. “Go ask that girl for her number. She looks cute.”
Satoru cranes his neck to get a better look at her. She does look cute, unfortunately. She’s reading a book that Satoru can’t quite make out the title of, but Suguru loves to read, so he’ll probably be interested. And when she tucks her hair behind her ear, he can see a stack of piercings. Satoru frowns. He can’t find anything physically wrong with her, but he’s sure she’s a bad match for Suguru.
Suguru hesitates. “I don’t know, Shoko, she’s just reading her book. She probably doesn’t want to be interrupted.”
Utahime rolls her eyes. “Geto, you own a mirror. Come on. She’d love to be interrupted.”
And then Shoko goes in for the kill. “I dare you,” she says, her eyes shining as she leans forward.
In all the years that Satoru has known him, Suguru has never backed down from a dare. Not even once.
He sighs and stands. “Fine. But if she’s annoyed with me, you have to buy my drinks the next time we’re at the bar.”
There’s nothing Satoru can do to stop him. Suguru walks across the room, stopping at the blue-haired girl’s table. He leans down and says something to the girl, presumably asking her if he can sit with her. She looks up, startled, and then smiles widely, gesturing to the seat across from her. Fuck. She has a nice smile. Suguru’s totally gonna hit that. Satoru watches, a pit forming in his stomach, as Suguru talks and laughs with the girl for a solid fifteen minutes.
Eventually, after an excruciating amount of time, the girl passes her phone over to Suguru so he can scan in her contact info. He does so, smiles warmly at her, and stands up. Satoru quickly turns back to Shoko and Utahime, so it doesn’t look like he’s been staring at Suguru the whole time.
Shoko and Utahime are staring at him, actually.
“What?” Satoru asks, fidgeting under their twin gazes.
“Oh, nothing,” says Shoko. “Just, like, thinking about things. Thought paths, you know.”
“Totally.” Utahime nods in agreement. Satoru does not like the look on her face.
Before he can respond, possibly to defend himself, although from what allegations he’s not totally sure, Suguru slides back into the chair next to him.
“Got a date tonight,” he says, grinning. He holds up his phone and shakes it a little.
Tonight? Satoru had wanted to go back over to Suguru’s to watch the rest of the movie he fell asleep during last night. He frowns. Maybe the date will, like, end early. He can always let himself in and wait.
“Oh yeah? What’s her name?” asks Shoko.
Suguru frowns. “Oh. Uh.” He fiddles around with his phone, pulling up the contact. “Hitomi.”
Shoko nods slowly. “Riiight,” she says. “Well, you seem really excited about..Hitomi. Best of luck with that.” She stands and picks up her bag. “Utahime and I have plans, so we’ll see you losers later.”
Utahime moves to follow her. “We’re still going out this weekend?” she asks.
“Yeah, tomorrow,” Suguru confirms. “We’ll be there.”
Satoru stays silent through this exchange, not because he’s pouting. No, that’s not it at all. He’s, like, totally fine. Suguru will go out with the pretty girl and then he’ll come back and hang out with Satoru and neither of them will ever see her again. Just like always. Nothing to be concerned about. Nothing at all.
He parts ways with Suguru when they reach the front of their two apartment buildings, because he does actually spend time by himself, thank you very much. He has a lot of work left to do for his latest client, and while he does set his own hours, he still has to, like. Work some hours. Plus, Suguru needs studio time, and he always plays his music way too loud. Satoru likes total silence when he’s working out problems. Suguru argues that it’s not total silence if Satoru’s talking to himself, but like, obviously that doesn’t count. So they never end up working together, even though they both basically work from home. It’s actually proof that they’re not even co-dependent at all! Hours and hours spent apart, even!
By the time Satoru finishes his contract work, it’s nearly eleven at night. He looks up at the clock on his monitor, squinting a little. His eyes are starting to get tired from focusing for so long. He closes them for a minute, squeezing them tight, and then opens again. Standing up, he stretches his arms over his head and leans side to side. There. Now he feels energized again.
At this point in the evening, Suguru should absolutely be done with his date. He’d gone to meet her for drinks at seven, so he’s probably already home. And if he’s not, well. Again. Satoru has a key. He gathers his things and sets off, not bothering to text Suguru that he’s on his way. Suguru knows to expect him at night; Satoru comes over often enough. No need for a message, really.
The walk to Suguru’s place is, of course, quick. Satoru takes the elevator up to Suguru’s apartment, humming to himself as he waits for the doors to open. He walks up to Suguru’s door and sticks his key in the lock, opening it and letting himself in, like usual.
“Suguru, do you have any ice cream?” he calls out. It would be really nice to eat ice cream while they watch a movie, and maybe Suguru had gotten some while he was out earlier today. If not, maybe they can walk over to the konbini and get some.
Huh. No response.
“Suguru?” he tries again, bending down to untie his shoes and take them off.
Still nothing. Maybe Suguru isn’t home yet. Weird – kind of a long time to spend at a drinks date. But like, whatever. Satoru can dig through the freezer himself. He walks over to the kitchen, intending to search for ice cream. Hopefully Suguru got strawberry. It’s Satoru’s favorite.
He pulls open the freezer door, and that’s when he hears it. A rhythmic thumping sound coming from the general direction of Suguru’s bedroom. A high-pitched moaning sound. A lower-pitched grunt. Satoru freezes in place, his hand still on the open door. Cold air hits his face. Slowly, he turns his head towards the bedroom.
The slapping sounds of skin on skin. Fuck, yeah, harder. A loud smack, like someone’s getting. Satoru gulps. Spanked. The moaning comes to a crescendo, the thumping speeds up, and then he hears the girl call out Suguru’s name.
Carefully, Satoru shuts the door to the freezer. He doesn’t know what to do. He should leave, right? He should totally leave. He was definitely not supposed to hear that. The noises echo on repeat in his head. The way the girl had sounded, like she’d…like Suguru had… Satoru swallows. He takes one step backwards.
“I’m going to get a glass of water. Want me to get you one too?”
Fuck. That’s Suguru. Satoru has to move. But his feet are glued to the ground. Like, he tries to pick them up, and they’re literally stuck. He can hear Suguru’s footsteps getting closer and closer, and he’s unable to save himself. He’s going to be…
“Satoru?” says Suguru.
Discovered. Satoru’s been discovered. He blinks, looking at Suguru standing in front of him. Suguru, who is totally naked. Like, head-to-toe naked. His eyes immediately drop down to Suguru’s cock.
“Holy shit, Satoru, what the fuck?” says Suguru, bringing a hand in front of himself to block Satoru’s view.
“I, uh,” Satoru says. He exhales. Suguru looks really strong. And like, shiny. He has a thin layer of sweat on him, glistening in the low light of his hallway. Presumably from, like. The sex. That he was having. Roughly three minutes ago.
“Did you tell me you were coming over?” Suguru asks. “No, never mind. I need to put clothes on. Hang on.”
“What’s going on?” says a woman’s voice.
The blue-haired girl from the cafe steps out of Suguru’s bedroom. Thank god she’s at least fully covered, drowning in one of Suguru’s t-shirts. Satoru frowns. Suguru doesn’t really like to share his favorite sleep shirt. His hand twitches at his side. He wants to tell her to take it off.
“You didn’t tell me you had a roommate, Suguru,” says the girl, taking a step forward. “Hi,” she says, waving at Satoru a little shyly.
“I don’t,” says Suguru, his eyes still fixed on Satoru. With great effort, he turns to face the blue-haired girl, putting a kind hand on her shoulder. “Sorry, Hitomi, but you need to leave.”
Allegedly-Hitomi frowns. “Right now? But –”
“Right now,” Suguru says, steering her back towards the bedroom and her own clothes. “I can call you a cab.”
“Uh, okay,” she says, a little bewildered.
Satoru watches them leave, his eyes respectfully fixed on the back of Suguru’s head. Because it would be crazy to look at Suguru’s bare ass right now. Even if it’s, like, really nice and toned. And Satoru can really appreciate how much time Suguru puts in at the gym. He does understand boundaries or whatever. So he absolutely doesn’t look at the way the muscles flex as Suguru walks. Not even a little.
Allegedly-Hitomi comes back out of Suguru’s bedroom, fully dressed in her own clothes. Suguru’s half-dressed, the usual sweatpants. He ushers Allegedly-Hitomi out the door, lowkey in a hurry. She seems a little pissed about it.
“Okay, well, see you around, I guess,” she says, waving half-heartedly.
“See you,” says Suguru. “Get home safe, yeah?”
“Nice to meet you!” Satoru chimes in. He has really good manners.
And then she’s gone, and it’s just Satoru and Suguru again. Like it should be. Satoru turns back to Suguru, much happier now that they can get back to their regularly scheduled programming.
“Do you have strawberry ice cream?” Satoru asks, opening the freezer again to look. He doesn’t see any.
Suguru doesn’t answer for a long moment. When Satoru turns back to see what’s up, he’s staring like maybe he’s going to say something. Satoru waits.
Instead, Suguru sighs and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t have any ice cream. We can go out and get some, though. Let me just put on a shirt.”
Smiling, Satoru bounces up on the balls of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. “Great. I’ll just wait here, then.” Perfect.
They do go get ice cream, strawberry for Satoru and old-man pistachio for Suguru, and then they finish the movie from last night, and then Suguru makes Satoru sit through some stupid boring black and white film, and then they play Mario Kart until it’s, like, way too fucking late. Whatever. Satoru finished his contract earlier, so it’s not like he has to be anywhere in the morning. He wins three rounds of Mario Kart and Suguru only wins two, so he’s feeling pretty good about himself. By the time he finally looks at his phone, it’s after three in the morning. He yawns really big and stretches, his shirt riding up a little.
“Can I crash here? I don’t wanna walk home!” Satoru says, collapsing dramatically into Suguru’s lap.
Suguru shoves him off. “Yeah, just let me change the sheets first.”
Slumping back into the couch, Satoru rubs at his eyes. “Nooooo, I’m so tired. I don’t care. I just wanna sleep.”
“Okay,” says Suguru, giving Satoru a funny look. “Well, I care. Since I just had sex on those sheets.” He stands up and walks towards his hall closet, where he keeps all his linens.
Wrinkling his nose, Satoru gets up to follow him. “It’s just sex. Whatever.”
Suguru flicks him in between his eyebrows. “You are truly disgusting, and you shouldn’t be allowed to live on your own.” But he’s smiling as he says it, so Satoru knows he doesn’t really mean it.
They get in together, on fresh sheets after all, and Satoru buries his face in the pillowcase. It smells like Suguru’s laundry detergent, but not really like Suguru. He turns his head to the side, catching a whiff of Suguru’s shampoo. There. Much better.
Since Satoru doesn’t really have any work to do, he doesn’t bother going back to his own place before their plans to meet Shoko and Utahime at the bar. Suguru’s in his studio, but Satoru’s perfectly happy to entertain himself for the day, so he fucks around with Suguru’s Switch and shit-talks some kids on Rocket League. Suguru stays super late working on his latest commission, and Satoru’s antsy to get out, so he steals one of Suguru’s shirts out of the laundry – it passes the sniff test, and it’s Satoru’s favorite – and gets dressed to meet Shoko and Utahime at the bar. He texts Suguru to let him know to meet them there and heads off.
It’s still pretty warm out, and the bar’s crowded. Satoru gets a drink first, smiling at the bartender and asking for something sweet and fruity. The bartender’s good looking, for a man, and he must think Satoru’s good looking as well, because he gives Satoru the drink for free. Score. Satoru saunters over to the booth where Utahime and Shoko are already sitting with their drinks, feeling extremely pleased with himself.
“Guess what,” he says, sliding into the seat across from them.
“What?” asks Shoko.
“The bartender gave me this for free.” He holds up his drink for their inspection. It has a cute little umbrella in it and everything.
Utahime snorts. “Is it really free if he thinks you’re gonna suck his dick later?”
Satoru scoffs. “Um, I am extremely heterosexual. Not that, like, there’s anything wrong with being gay. Obviously I love the gays.” He clasps his hand over his heart. “Like, Nanami.”
Utahime raises an eyebrow, but she doesn’t say anything else. Whatever. She wouldn't even know. No one’s probably ever wanted to sleep with her due to her deeply off-putting personality. Even her admittedly nice face can’t save her.
Anyway, Satoru’s saved by having to defend himself anymore by Suguru’s arrival.
“What’s this about Nanami?” Suguru says, sitting down next to Satoru.
“Nanami’s gay,” Satoru explains helpfully.
“Right,” says Suguru. “He came out, like, three years ago. To all of us. At the same time. You baked him a cake after. We all got food poisoning.”
“I didn’t get food poisoning,” Utahime points out.
“Well, you didn’t eat any,” Shoko says. “Sensible,” she adds, just loud enough to be heard.
Okay, well, Satoru had still been learning to cook at that point. Heaven forbid a man pick up a new hobby. His cakes have improved significantly since then! See if he makes one for Shoko’s birthday now!
Suguru looks at Shoko’s beer. “I need one of those,” he says. “Let me go grab one.” He gets up from the table, and then he’s gone, leaving Satoru all alone with Shoko and Utahime.
Satoru very generously asks Shoko questions about her day and largely ignores Utahime. They carry on their conversation for a while, long enough for Satoru to finish his drink. The ice cubes melt in his glass, and he sips at the water they leave behind until he can’t anymore. Where is Suguru?
“I’m gonna go get another free drink,” he says, narrowing his eyes at Utahime. No blowjobs involved at all.
“Sure, go hunt down your boyfriend,” she says.
Satoru rolls his eyes. “I don’t even know the bartender’s name,” he says. Honestly.
“Right, that’s who I was talking about,” she says, but Satoru’s already moved on.
He’s halfway across the room when he sees Suguru talking to a girl. Suguru has his hand on her hip, his finger hooked in her belt loop. He’s leaning down to whisper into her ear. Satoru watches for a minute, something fiery flowing through his veins. Why is Suguru over there talking to some random girl when he could be with Satoru? She’s not even that pretty, he thinks, somewhat uncharitably. She has long blonde hair, but it’s clearly bleached and in need of a touch-up. He can see her dark roots from here. And her eyes aren’t nearly as pretty as his own. Suguru should really have better taste.
Just as Satoru’s about to walk over and interrupt them, Suguru puts his hand low on the girl’s back and leads her towards the exit. Satoru’s mouth drops open in shock. What the fuck? Is Suguru really leaving with this girl? They literally just got to the bar! Like, did Suguru even finish one single drink? Satoru holds himself back from stomping his foot in anger, but only barely. What-fucking-ever. Satoru can go get a bunch of drinks. For free. Because he’s so friendly and so likeable that the bartender will just give them to him.
He marches over to the bar, slumping across the wooden top. The bartender gives him a sympathetic look.
“Struck out?” he says, already mixing up the drink Satoru had ordered earlier.
“No,” Satoru sighs. “Just lost one of my friends. He went home with somebody.”
The bartender nods solemnly. “Ah. Straight friend?” he asks, setting the drink down in front of Satoru.
“Yeah,” Satoru answers, although he’s not sure how that’s relevant. The problem isn’t who Suguru went home with, it’s that he left the bar when the night has only just begun, and now Satoru’s stuck here with just Shoko and Utahime.
Grabbing a few bottles off the shelf behind him, the bartender mixes four shots and sets them all down in front of Satoru. “I know how that goes. Here, I’ll drink with you,” he says, scooting two of the shots towards Satoru.
Satoru perks up. “Really?” he says, picking up the shot glass and inspecting it. “Is this good?”
The bartender nods. “Tastes just like a starburst.”
Satoru grins. Fucking awesome. He loves starburst. He clinks glasses with the bartender and downs his shots back to back. They really do taste sweet and delicious. The bartender pours him another, and Satoru drinks that one too. He’s starting to feel really good. Maybe it doesn’t even matter that Suguru left. He has his new best friend…well. He can’t remember the bartender’s name. But that’s okay! There’s more to friendship than that! Like drinking! Satoru sips at his cocktail, blinking up at his new best friend.
“Hey, I’m on shift for the rest of the night, but can I get your number?” says the bartender.
Oh! Maybe he wants to hang out later! Satoru wonders if the bartender likes Mario Kart. “Sure,” he says. “I’ll be around if you wanna, like, watch a movie and chill or whatever.”
“Totally,” says the bartender, taking Satoru’s info. “I’ll message you when I get off, yeah?” He winks.
“Great,” says Satoru, winking back.
Now that he’s made a new friend and also gotten lowkey a little bit drunk, Satoru’s feeling a lot better about his night. But he still doesn’t want to go back to the booth with Shoko and Utahime. Maybe he’ll do a lap around the bar or something.
He’s almost made it back to the booth when he sees her: the blue-haired girl from the cafe. Or, like, Suguru’s bed. Allegedly-Hitomi.
More accurately, she sees him. “You!” she says, pointing at him.
“Me,” says Satoru, his head tilted down. She’s, like, really short. Shoko-sized. How did Suguru even manage to kiss her without hurting his neck?
“Your roommate’s kind of a dick, huh,” she says, taking a sip of her beer.
“No,” says Satoru loyally, even if he was thinking the same thing, like, ten minutes ago.
She nods to herself, taking another sip of her beer. “You know, you’re pretty hot.” She tilts her head to the side, assessing. “Like, in a different way, but still. You like getting pegged?”
Satoru had been taking a sip of his drink. He sputters and chokes on it. “Sorry, what? I, uh. I’m not.” He wipes the back of his wrist against his mouth.
Allegedly-Hitomi shrugs. “Hey, no judgement from me. You just kinda look like the type. You wanna get out of here?”
Well, Satoru doesn’t really have anything better to do. And Suguru did sleep with this girl, so it must be okay. She must be, like, decent. It had sounded, like. Decent. Good. Whatever. From what Satoru overheard. So. Might as well, right? He looks at Allegedly-Hitomi again, taking her in. She’s kind of cute. Piercings, tattoos, long hair. A lot more his type than the last one. Yeah. Why not.
“Sure,” he says. “Can we go back to yours?”
She shakes her head. “Nah, I have roommates.” Craning her head, she looks towards the back of the bar. “Pretty sure the bathrooms here are singles.” She starts walking, dropping her empty beer bottle on a table as she passes by. She turns and looks back over her shoulder. “You coming or what?”
“Uh, fuck, yeah,” Satoru says, hurrying after her.
Satoru follows her into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. When he turns back around, he isn’t totally sure what to do with himself. Satoru prefers it when girls take the lead. Also, he’s never had sex in a public restroom before. He’s not nervous, because Satoru doesn’t get nervous. But like, he can see how someone who did get nervous might be in this situation.
Luckily, Allegedly-Hitomi doesn’t seem to mind taking the lead. “Want me to suck your dick?” she asks, and then drops to her knees before he can answer.
“Uh,” he says eloquently, looking down at her as she undoes his pants and gets his cock out. It’s, like, not hard yet. He’s feeling a little shy. They just got here? He opens and closes his hands, unsure what to do with them.
She wraps a hand around him, and, okay, yeah, that feels nice. Hands are nice. “Close your eyes and put your hands in my hair,” she says, and then she puts her mouth on him.
Obediently, he slams his eyes shut and grabs at her hair. It’s soft, silky, long. She has it tied up in a half-bun, the way Suguru likes to wear his hair. Satoru rubs at her hair tie, thinking of the way Suguru looks when he’s pulling his hair up. He starts to wonder if she’d blown Suguru like this, on her knees in front of him, his fingers in her hair. Was Suguru forceful with her? Did he pull her hair, drag her on and off his cock, make her choke on it? Or was he gentle, careful not to thrust too hard and hurt her? Satoru can feel himself getting harder in her mouth. She must be really good at this. Suguru must have really liked it. Suguru likes blowjobs – Satoru knows this, of course. Everyone knows what their best friend likes in bed. It just, like, comes up. And also, blowjobs. What’s not to like? Her mouth is wet and warm around Satoru’s cock, the way it had been around Suguru’s only last night. Satoru wonders if she’s thinking about it too, about the way Suguru’s cock felt in her mouth compared to his. Satoru’s big, sure, but he knows Suguru’s bigger. He’s seen it: thick and veiny and pierced all the way down the shaft. The ladder of silver bars has to be an interesting sensation against the tongue, and Satoru doesn’t have that. He wants to ask her how it feels, what the difference is, but he’s super respectful. He understands that her mouth’s a little busy right now.
Had Suguru come in her mouth last night? On her face? Or had he held off until later, until he was fucking her from behind, his big fingers leaving bruises against her hips? Satoru wonders if she still has bruises. He tightens his grip in her hair. Can he ask to see? His hips stutter. Fuck, he’s close.
“I’m gonna,” he gasps.
She pulls off, wrapping her hand around him. He looks down at her face for a second and then immediately shuts his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. It’s nothing against her! She’s very pretty! He just needs to, like, feel the sensations for a second. She strokes him a few more times and he comes all over her hand, imagining Suguru doing the same.
By the time he catches his breath, she’s already washed her hands. He hurriedly pulls up his pants.
“Can I, like, do you?” he says, gesturing with his fingers. He’s not so fond of going down on girls but he’s good with his hands.
She shakes her head. “Nah, sometimes you just wanna suck a dick, you know?” She shrugs. “Thanks, bro.” Giving him a pat on the shoulder, she unlocks the bathroom door and slips out.
Right. Totally. Sometimes you just want to suck a dick, apparently. Satoru collects himself and goes back out to the bar.
When he gets back to the booth, he’s shocked to see Suguru sitting there with Utahime and Shoko, sipping his beer like he’d never left.
“Suguru?” says Satoru, plopping down next to him and resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder. “I thought you left with that girl.”
“Nah, just bummed a cig from her,” he says. “I forgot my pack at home.”
Satoru digests that information. “Oh,” he says. Well, now he feels a little silly. He didn’t really need to take all those shots at the bar or let Allegedly-Hitomi suck his dick in the bathroom. He squirms in his seat. He could have just been hanging out with Suguru the whole time.
“Where’d you get off to?” Utahime asks, looking suspiciously knowing.
“Uh, nowhere,” he says. “Just had a drink at the bar, did a couple laps, you know.”
“Right,” says Utahime, raising an eyebrow, but thankfully she leaves it at that.
Suguru stretches, tilting his neck from side to side so it cracks. “Well, I’m fucking wiped. We stayed up way too late last night.” He gives Satoru a secret smile. “Wanna get out of here?”
Satoru nods, his eyes locked on Suguru’s. There’s a little sweat gathering at Suguru’s hairline, a flush high on his cheeks. His smile’s wide and happy, all his teeth showing, his eyes lit up. Yeah, Satoru wants to follow him out of here. “Let’s go back to yours,” he suggests.
It’s kind of a long walk back to Suguru’s apartment, but the night’s cooled off just a little, and both of them like walking. Suguru pulls out his lighter and frowns, flicking it and blowing the flame out.
“I want one,” he says.
He always likes them when he’s drinking. Satoru can’t stand the taste, but he likes the way the smoke settles into Suguru’s hair, his skin, into Satoru’s hair and skin if he stands too close. Most people don’t like the stale smell it leaves behind, but Satoru likes the way it links them together, the way it lets everyone know Satoru’s been with Suguru.
Satoru gives him a consoling pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You have a million packs at home. You can smoke on your balcony,” he says. “I’ll stand with you.”
Suguru turns his brilliant smile on Satoru then, and Satoru freezes for a second. Only the buzz of his phone pulls him out of it. He digs around in his pocket.
“Who’s that?” Suguru asks, leaning over to get a look.
Satoru unlocks the screen and looks. It’s the bartender from earlier.
“It just says, ‘u up’,” Satoru says, bewildered. He turns back to Suguru. “Why does he want to know if I’m up? It’s way too late to hang out now.”
“Oh my God,” says Suguru, clutching his stomach as he dies of laughter. “Satoru, that’s a booty call.”
“But why would he be texting me for a booty call?” Satoru says. They’d had a really nice conversation! Satoru definitely thought he’d made a new friend!
Suguru raises both his eyebrows. “Dude, he wants to fuck you. Like, dick in ass, fuck you.”
“Hey!” says Satoru, offended. “Why would you assume he would be doing the fucking?”
Suguru just laughs even harder. Satoru kicks him. Suguru tries to dodge, but Satoru gets him in a headlock, and then they’re basically wrestling in the street. Suguru’s stronger, but he’s still laughing too hard and Satoru’s determined, so Satoru gets his arms behind his back and holds him in place.
“Say you give,” Satoru says, twisting Suguru’s arm a little more.
“Fine, fine, I give, I give!” Suguru laughs.
Rolling his eyes, Satoru lets go of his arm. “You’re just jealous because no one wanted to fuck you tonight.”
“First of all,” says Suguru. “I got laid last night. Second of all, no one actually fucked you, either, so what does it matter?”
Well. Satoru grins smugly. He’s won this round, and Suguru doesn’t even know. “Actually, I did get laid tonight.”
Suguru stops in his tracks. “What the fuck? When? Who?” He sounds, like, pissed. He must be really jealous he didn’t get any.
Satoru snickers. “When I was gone. I got head in the bathroom from a girl.” He pauses for effect. “Actually, it was the same girl you slept with last night. Blue hair. Seems like she was kinda pissed at you.” He keeps walking, expecting Suguru to follow.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Suguru does not follow. He stays exactly where he is. “You slept with the same girl as me? Again?”
Satoru shrugs. “Well, yeah. It’s not a big deal, right? It’s not like you ever sleep with them more than once.”
Nodding slowly, Suguru starts walking again. “Yeah. Right. Not like I ever sleep with them more than once.”
“Right, okay,” Satoru says, watching Suguru suspiciously.
“Okay,” says Suguru, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Wanna play Mario Kart again tonight?”
Satoru goes along with the change in topic happily, but, like, Suguru’s being a little weird. What’s wrong with sleeping with the girls Suguru sleeps with? It’s, like, good male bonding, or whatever. And they’re young! Fun! Sowing their wild oats! Having one night stands! It’s not like Satoru’s fucking any of Suguru’s ex-girlfriends or anything. He’d never do that. The idea of Suguru having a girlfriend kind of turns his stomach, actually, so he can’t imagine wanting to sleep with her. Besides, if Suguru ever wanted to sleep with anyone Satoru’s slept with, Satoru totally doesn’t mind. So it’s really no big deal, right?
A couple weeks later, neither of them have gotten laid since the incident with Allegedly-Hitomi, and Satoru can tell that Suguru’s getting a little antsy. It’s Sunday night, movie and takeout night, and they’re sitting on Suguru’s couch as the credits roll. Suguru’s got his phone out, scrolling through Tinder again.
“Hey, you wanna help me pick?” Suguru says, leaning over so Satoru can see his phone.
Satoru loves to give his opinion. He scoots in closer. “Sure, what are you looking for?”
Suguru shrugs. “I don’t know. Something we both like. Just in case.”
Satoru looks at him quizzically, but Suguru doesn’t elaborate. Whatever. Satoru helps him scroll through, and they land on a tall girl with bottle blonde hair and an eyebrow ring. Sort of a compromise of type, if you will. Suguru swipes right on her and it’s an immediate match. They set up a date for the next Wednesday. Nothing out of the ordinary. Satoru hopes Suguru has fun.
A week later, it’s Satoru’s turn to scroll through Tinder on the couch. A tall girl with bottle blonde hair and an eyebrow ring pops up on his feed. Huh. She looks kind of familiar. He tilts his head to the side.
“Oh, you should swipe right on her,” Suguru says, setting a glass of water down in front of Satoru. He’s always trying to pressure Satoru into, like, hydrating. It’s so annoying. Soda is a liquid.
“Oh yeah?” says Satoru. He swipes right. It’s a match.
Suguru nods and plops down next to him. “That’s the girl I went out with last week. She gives good head. You should fuck her.”
Oh. Well, there’s an idea. Satoru shoots her a message, and in a few minutes he has a date set up for Thursday.
Suguru’s right. She does give good head.
And then it becomes something that they do. Satoru helps Suguru pick a girl, on Tinder or at the bar or wherever. Suguru fucks her. And then, a week later, or a month later, or whenever it feels right, Satoru fucks her too. It’s like, nice. A cute little thing between them. Satoru really likes it.
But he’s starting to think it could be…more. Like, it’s so much effort for both of them to separately go out with these girls. Wouldn’t it be easier to fuck them together? Satoru’s never had a threesome, but it seems like an excellent solution here. And it’s just good bro bonding. He decides to put some feelers out, and then he can suggest the idea to Suguru.
He’s scrolling through Tinder again, looking for anyone that might be down to fuck both of them at the same time. But then he thinks: is it really a good idea to have a threesome for the first time with a stranger? It seems like there’s a lot of hands involved in the whole situation. Kind of stressful. He’s looking up positions, too, and there’s a lot to coordinate. Maybe they should ask a friend first. Mentally, he pages through the women he knows. It’s a short list. As he’s eliminating Mei Mei (too creepy), his phone buzzes.
He brightens. That’s perfect. He’ll just ask Shoko. She’s his other closest friend, after all. It’s practically bro bonding with her, too. And then once he and Suguru have mastered the threesome choreography, they can branch out to strangers.
They have brunch at a cute little spot by Shoko’s apartment that has really good pancakes. Satoru’s so excited that he arrives ten minutes early. He orders a hot chocolate, since the weather’s cooled down, and taps his foot as he waits for Shoko and Utahime to show up.
The two of them arrive together, talking and laughing as they walk up to the table.
“Hey, Gojo,” Shoko says. “Thanks for meeting us today.”
Utahime rolls her eyes. “Yeah, thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule of swallowing Geto’s –” She squeaks. “I mean, thank you for meeting us.”
Satoru waves them off. “Yeah, yeah, totally. You guys can go in a second, I know you have something to say or whatever. But let me go first.”
Shoko furrows her brow. “Uh, sure,” she says. “What’s up?”
“Listen, I have a favor to ask,” says Satoru, steepling his fingers together on the table. “And I would only come to you two, because you’re my closest friends, and I feel that we’ve built a deep trust.”
Utahime sighs. “Gojo, you are blocked on every single one of my social media accounts.”
Satoru shakes his head. “Not relevant. Social media is fake anyway. Everyone knows that.” He ignores their twin stares of disbelief. “Anyway. The favor. I only need one of you, actually,” he says. “Suguru and I are going to have a threesome, but we need a woman to be in the middle since we’re both straight. I was thinking one of you could do it.”
Shoko and Utahime gape at him. It’s totally silent. Satoru waits patiently, trying to project an aura of openness and inclusion. He’s, like, a very caring sexual partner. He would be excellent in a threesome; no one would be left out. Obviously.
Shoko’s the first to speak. “Sorry, let me just repeat that back to you. Just to make sure I got it right. You, Gojo Satoru, want one of us to have a threesome with you and Geto?”
Satoru nods vigorously. “It only needs to be one of you.” He pauses. Wait. Maybe he isn’t making them feel desirable. “Well, I guess it could be both of you. We could have two threesomes. You’re both very beautiful women,” Satoru says generously, gesturing somewhere in the vicinity of Utahime’s tits.
“Fuck,” says Utahime, clutching her stomach. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna be sick,” she says, and then she bolts to the restroom, her hand clasped over her mouth.
Satoru watches her go. He looks down at his watch. It’s only, like, ten in the morning. Oh God. Is this morning sickness? “Is Utahime pregnant?” he asks Shoko, his eyes wide.
Shoko closes her eyes and takes three deep breaths, exhaling through her nose. When she opens her eyes, her face is carefully blank. “Gojo,” she says, reaching across the table to take his hand. “I am going to say this in the kindest way possible. You are a fucking idiot. Utahime and I have been dating for six months.”
Oh. “Oh,” says Satoru. Huh. You can just…do that? Date your best friend? Must be nice to be gay. “So are you, like, lesbians?”
Shoko sighs. “I am. Utahime identifies as bisexual. I suggest you ask her about it if you have more questions.”
Satoru nods, processing this information. Bisexual. So Utahime likes both. So that means… “So would Utahime still be down for the threesome, then? You think?”
“Gojo,” says Shoko. “No. She would not. Also, what the fuck?”
“What do you mean, what the fuck?” asks Satoru. What’s so weird about a threesome? People have them all the time, or so Satoru hears.
“Why are you trying to plan a threesome with Geto?” She rests her chin in her hand, her eyes focused on him.
“I mean, he’s my best friend,” Satoru says. Like, duh.
“Right, totally, and I’m so on board with that,” Shoko says. “But like, say more about the threesome part.”
Okay, well, that’s easy, because Satoru’s really thought this through. “Well, it just seems like an extra step for me to wait until after Suguru fucks people so I can fuck them. I figured it would be more efficient for everyone if we started doing threesomes. And it’s just like, a natural progression.”
The waitress, a tiny girl who looks like she can’t be more than eighteen, picks that exact moment to set his hot chocolate down in front of him. Her face is bright red as she asks them if they want to order any food. Satoru orders pancakes, of course, and Shoko orders black coffee, like a freak. The waitress scurries off to put in their order, leaving the two of them at their table.
With a snort, Shoko turns back to Satoru. “Gojo, baby. Honey. Why are you fucking all the girls Geto fucks?”
Satoru thinks about that. Well, of course he is, right? He likes to know what he’s getting into. That’s what he’d told Suguru. It’s reassuring to know that Suguru has already vetted someone by the time she makes it to Satoru. Satoru hasn’t historically been, like, super chill about physical touch. He really mostly likes it with Suguru. So it’s just sort of, like, an extension, right?
“I mean, if Suguru’s already done it, I know it’s gonna be good, ya know?” he says.
Taking a minute, Shoko considers what he’s said. “Okay, so let’s just think through some things together. When you sleep with these women, is it good?”
Obediently, Satoru thinks about it. It’s been good, right? Definitely better than whatever sex he’d been having before. He likes thinking about Suguru while he’s doing it, about what Suguru might have been thinking or feeling when he was with each of the girls, what he likes, what he doesn’t like. It’s just, like, comforting, or whatever.
“Yeah, it is good,” he says.
“Right. Totally. And, like, can you tell me what exactly is good about it? Like, why do the girls have to have slept with Geto for you to enjoy sleeping with them?” Shoko tilts her head to the side, studying him.
Satoru thinks about this, too. The girls don’t have to have slept with Suguru. Except, now he really can’t imagine sleeping with someone Suguru hasn’t slept with first. But it makes sense. Right? Because Suguru is so smart and has such good taste. Right? He’s just pre-selecting. Weeding out the duds. So of course the quality would increase when Suguru’s there to control it.
“I mean,” Satoru starts, but he’s not totally sure how to explain it to Shoko.
As he’s choosing his words, Utahime comes back out of the bathroom, still looking a little green. Shoko stands up as soon as she sees her, a soft look on her face. Satoru looks back and forth between them. Girlfriends. Huh!
“I’m gonna leave you to it, Gojo,” Shoko says, not unkindly. She lays a hand on his shoulder and looks into his eyes. “Think about it, okay?”
Okay. Well, Satoru does in fact have a lot to think about. He has to find someone else for this threesome! He scrolls through his Instagram, looking to see if there’s anyone both he and Suguru know who might be more amenable to this kind of thing. No, no, no, no…..wait. Yes! Yuki! Suguru knows her from art school, and Satoru’s met her a couple times at Suguru’s studio. She’s very tall and blonde and pretty, which he knows is what Suguru likes. Since the threesome is Satoru’s idea, he feels like he should probably go with someone who’s more Suguru’s type for the first one. He clicks on her profile.
She posts a lot of selfies at the gym, mostly in very tiny pink workout sets, turned to the side with her knee bent so her ass looks good. Satoru zooms in. To be fair, she has a nice ass. He’s asked Suguru his favorite position before and he always says doggy style, so that means he’s probably an ass man, right? Satoru keeps scrolling through her profile. Suguru has commented ‘lookin good’ on a couple of her photos, which is like. Cool. Cool cool cool. Suguru’s allowed to think other people look good. And it’s great, actually, because now Satoru has a potential candidate.
He clicks over to her DMs, ready to type a message, but then, like. Should he really be asking this in an Instagram DM? It’s probably more polite to send a text message if you’re going to proposition someone for a threesome. Satoru takes a big bite of his pancake, searching through his contacts. He’s pretty sure he still has her number. Yes, perfect. He opens the conversation. They haven’t messaged in a while, and even then not much at all – the last message from her had been about the key to Suguru’s studio space. But Satoru’s, like, pretty sure she thinks he’s cool, so he types out a message.
He locks his phone and puts it in his pocket, waiving down the waitress so he can pay. She still looks a little terrified. Whoops. Satoru tries to give her his most welcoming smile, but it doesn’t really work. Right. He taps his card and gets out of there.
By the time Satoru gets back to his apartment, Yuki’s already responded to him. A little nervous, he opens up their conversation to see what she’s said.
Satoru grins. That’s totally sorted. Now he just has to tell Suguru.
“What do you mean, Yuki’s coming over on Friday?” Suguru says, dropping his gym bag next to the door.
They’ve just finished working out, which Satoru feels is the perfect time to bring this up. Suguru’s in a good mood from the endorphins and everything, so he’ll definitely agree to the threesome.
“I just thought, like, it might be easier.” He puts his bag with Suguru’s and follows him into his bedroom. “Instead of going through all this trouble to fuck girls separately, we should fuck them together.”
Suguru pulls his shirt off and throws it in the general direction of his hamper. “Right. Sure. Why Yuki, though?”
Satoru shrugs. “I dunno. We’ve never had a threesome before. Thought we should get a test run in with someone we know. Maybe she’ll have feedback or something.”
“Feedback,” says Suguru, untying the drawstring on his pants and shucking them off.
“Yeah, so like, when we get out in the world, we’ll know what to do. Have our choreography down and shit.”
Suguru slides a hand into the waistband of his underwear, scratching at his lower stomach. The ring in his navel bumps against his wrist. Satoru watches, transfixed.
“I’m gonna shower. Are you following me in there?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow.
“No, but like, I’m gonna see you way more naked than that on Friday,” Satoru replies.
Rolling his eyes, Suguru strips his underwear off too, giving Satoru a good view of his dick. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” He walks into the bathroom and turns the shower on.
“So you’ll do it?” Satoru calls after him, twisting his fingers together. He looks at Suguru’s underwear, just lying on the floor. He should pick those up and put them in the hamper.
“Why not,” Suguru calls back, his voice muffled through the door.
Awesome. Grinning, Satoru picks up the underwear. He should definitely put them in the hamper. He holds them in his hands. Suguru always buys such nice underwear. Satoru rubs at the fabric with his thumb, bringing them up to his face. Wait. Right. Hamper. He picks up Suguru’s discarded pants, too, and tosses everything in.
As Friday approaches, Satoru gets more and more nervous. He looks up a bunch of porn videos of MMF threesomes, but they all look super fake, and he still can’t quite tell what he’s supposed to be doing with himself. Should he, like, be in front while Suguru fucks her from behind? Also, is it polite to go down on her first? Wait, but shouldn’t they start with some kissing? Oh, God. Has Satoru forgotten how to have sex? His heart races. He hopes Suguru takes the lead on this one. Thank God he’s a take-charge kind of guy. Satoru can’t do this without Suguru.
Friday morning, Satoru wakes up in a cold sweat thirteen minutes before his alarm had been set to go off. Fuck. Okay. Today’s the day. He stares at the ceiling for a minute, and then he gets over himself, and gets out of bed. There are a few things he needs to take care of for his current contract, so he distracts himself with work for as long as possible. But by the afternoon, he can’t really distract himself anymore. He’s finished his contract work early. It’s just so hard to be so brilliant and so talented. Satoru sighs. He might as well head over to Suguru’s early.
Satoru takes his most everything shower, cleaning every single inch of his body. When he steps out, he slathers himself in lotion. He wants to smell really nice and feel really smooth for Su – Yuki. It’s important to make a strong first impression. Like, sexually.
When he lets himself into Suguru’s apartment, Suguru’s already there, in sweatpants and no shirt. Classic. He’s practically allergic to wearing fabric on the upper half of his body. His skin’s smeared with red and blue paint, streaks of color on top of the black ink of his tattoos. He’s pulled his hair up on the very top of his head, and a couple of pieces have escaped in the front. He must have just gotten home from his studio.
“Aren’t you gonna clean up a little?” Satoru asks, thumbing at one of the lines of paint.
Suguru tackles him to the couch, shoving his armpit in Satoru’s face. “What, you don’t like my natural musk?” he says, cackling.
“Stop, stop, you’re killing me,” Satoru says. Actually, he’s sort of getting turned on. But that’s probably just because he knows Yuki’s about to be here. Nothing to do with Suguru at all.
“Don’t worry, I’m about to shower,” Suguru says, walking out of the room.
Satoru dicks around on his phone for a little while, listening to the running water. He wonders if Suguru’s taking as thorough a shower as Satoru had. He’s in there for, like, a good long time. And then Satoru hears the shower turn off and the sound of the blow dryer start up. Satoru smiles to himself. Suguru’s hair is always so soft when he blow-dries it. Satoru loves to run his fingers through it.
When Suguru comes back, hair dried and sweatpants back on (still no shirt, though), Satoru’s going through all his kitchen cabinets.
“Do you think we should, like, set out snacks or something? Would that be polite?” He rummages through all the food Suguru has in his pantry. It’s all, like, ingredients. Useless.
“I think it’s fine,” Suguru laughs. “Like, I don’t think Yuki’s coming over here to eat.”
Right. Right right right. Satoru needs to focus. He closes all the cabinet doors he’d opened and turns back around to face Suguru, who’s definitely, like, very amused. Definitely at Satoru’s expense. Whatever. Just because Suguru doesn’t know anything about hosting doesn’t mean Satoru can’t be considerate.
Grabbing him by the shoulders, Suguru steers Satoru over to the couch. “Relax,” he says, sitting Satoru down. “It’s going to be okay. This was all your idea, remember?”
Yeah, technically, it was Satoru’s idea. But he was just thinking ahead! Being pragmatic about things! Ugh. He relaxes into Suguru’s hands, letting him knead at Satoru’s tense shoulders. That feels so nice. He closes his eyes and hums.
“Let’s get you a little more comfortable, yeah?” Suguru says, his voice warm and low. He slides his hands into Satoru’s hair, rubbing his head until he relaxes even more. “Just like that. So good for me.”
Satoru lets him keep at it until a loud buzzing sound interrupts them. Blinking rapidly, Satoru turns towards the door. Suguru’s intercom. Must be Yuki.
“I’ll let her in,” says Suguru, squeezing Satoru’s head a little before he gets up.
Satoru watches him walk towards the door, his long hair falling down his back. He almost never wears it all the way down. It’s so pretty like this, long and soft and dark. His shoulders are so wide, and when he opens the door, he’s almost entirely blocking Yuki from Satoru’s view. Satoru can still hear her voice, though, as she greets Suguru. He waits patiently on the couch. They’ll come to him.
“Hi, Gojo,” Yuki says, ruffling his hair. “Thanks for inviting me.”
“Yeah, of course,” Satoru says faintly.
Looking back and forth between them, she grins. “Should we get to it? Suguru, which way’s your bedroom?”
As they both follow Suguru to his room, Satoru can’t help but feel a little smug. He knows Yuki hasn’t slept with Suguru, of course. He knows everything about Suguru. But the pleased feeling when she can’t even direct herself to Suguru’s bedroom sneaks up on him anyway. Satoru knows where Suguru’s bedroom is, obviously. He’s been there a thousand times. Slept in that bed. Woken up with Suguru’s head on the other pillow. No matter what happens today, Yuki won’t have that. That only belongs to Satoru.
The bed’s made up perfectly – it almost looks like Suguru took a steamer to his bedding. It smells nice, too, like cedarwood and maybe something a little floral. Suguru has lit a couple candles and set them out around the room. Satoru breathes in deep. It’s really nice. Did Suguru pull out all the stops for Yuki? Does he secretly like her or something?
As Satoru’s considering this, Yuki’s busy taking off her clothes. She strips out of her shirt and pants, down to plain black underwear. Nothing fancy. She looks good, though, her body muscular from all that time at the gym. Suguru’s the next to follow suit, stripping down to just his boxers. So Satoru sort of feels like he should get with the program. He tugs his shirt over his head and unzips his pants.
“Come here,” she says to Suguru, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. He lets her push him onto the bed and climb on top of him.
Okay! So they’re just getting right into it! Satoru climbs on the bed too, watching as Yuki runs her hands down Suguru’s strong chest. She grabs his chin, tilts it up, and kisses him, hard. With her other hand, she grabs him by the wrist, and pins one of his arms down to the bed.
Satoru tilts his head. It’s hot, seeing Suguru kiss someone, but it doesn’t look right. He shouldn’t be underneath her like that, all pinned down. Suguru likes control. Satoru can tell – he’s not that into this. Like, he’s kissing her back, he doesn’t hate it, but it’s just. Off. Not how it should be.
Yuki sits up, perched right on Suguru’s hips. “Gojo, come here,” she says, beckoning him over. “Or did you just want to watch?”
Right. He should be involved too. He scoots over, tentatively placing a hand on Yuki’s side. She takes a handful of his hair and pulls him in, kissing him just as hard as she’d kissed Suguru. Okay, so it’s possible Yuki likes it a little rough. But this isn’t quite right either. He kind of wishes someone would hold him down.
Underneath them, Suguru makes a displeased little noise.
Yuki sits back up. “Oh? You want something?” She smiles, trailing a finger down to one of Suguru’s nipples and giving it a flick.
“That’s not –” Suguru clears his throat. “He doesn’t like it quite like that.”
With an amused look, Yuki scoots to the side, propping herself up on a pillow. “Well then, by all means.” She gestures from Suguru to Satoru. “Show me what he likes.”
Hesitantly, Suguru sits up, takes Satoru by the waist, and carefully guides him down to the bed. Suguru has touched Satoru’s bare skin probably thousands of times. Millions, even. He’s touched his back, his sides, his hips, his thighs. All the same places he’s touching now. It’s never felt like this. Satoru’s breath hitches as he stares up into Suguru’s eyes.
“I’ve got you,” Suguru whispers, real quiet, just for Satoru.
He straddles Satoru’s hips and grabs both of Satoru’s wrists, pinning them to the pillow above his head. Suguru’s thumbs rub little circles against Satoru’s skin. He leans down, letting their noses brush just a little, and then he kisses Satoru.
Satoru’s eyelids flutter and fall closed as he lets Suguru claim his mouth, pinning his wrists and hips down. He arches up into it, trying to press more of their bodies together. Suguru’s skin feels unbelievably good against his skin, and he wants to touch every centimeter of it. He groans into the kiss, his fingers clenching in the empty air. Suguru rolls his hips down and Satoru can feel his hard cock, hot and pulsing through the fabric of his underwear. He can feel the line of metal piercings that climb the underside of Suguru’s length. Satoru grinds up against him, gasping into his mouth.
With a sound like he’s dying, Suguru deepens the kiss, biting down on Satoru’s bottom lip. He keeps Satoru’s wrists pinned with one hand and brings the other to Satoru’s neck, pressing down just enough for Satoru to feel it. Satoru can feel himself leaking, leaving a wet spot on the front of his boxers. Fuck, he’s so close, and all they’ve done is kiss. He whines, squirming as Suguru holds him down.
“Be good for me,” Suguru says, his voice low. “Open up.”
Bringing his thumb up to Satoru’s bottom lip, Suguru pets at it, pulling down just a little. Obediently, Satoru drops his jaw and lets his mouth fall open. Suguru hooks his thumb around Satoru’s bottom teeth, just under his tongue, holding him in place. And then he spits directly into Satoru’s mouth, the long line of saliva dripping down to connect them. When he’s done, he cups his hand under Satoru’s chin, gently pushing his jaw shut, and plants a soft kiss on his closed lips.
“Like that,” Suguru says, sitting up. His chest heaves as he looks down at Satoru.
Blinking, Satoru tries to reorient himself. Suguru just kissed him like…Suguru just kissed him like he knows everything about him. As a demonstration. So Yuki can do the same.
Except Satoru doesn’t want Yuki to kiss him again. He pushes his hips up into Suguru, desperate for more. His mouth parts, his breath coming in quick pants. There’s a strange sensation in his body, like he’s empty, like he wants something inside. He doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants, but he wants it so bad. A whimpering sound echoes through the room, and it takes a minute for Satoru to realize it’s coming from him.
“Seems like you’re not done with him yet,” Yuki says, her voice sounding amused. Satoru doesn’t bother to turn his head to look at her.
“Not yet,” Suguru growls, and then he’s stripping off his underwear and crawling up Satoru’s body, settling with his knees right under Satoru’s shoulders.
The tip of Suguru’s cock nudges at the seam of Satoru’s lips. Sticky precome smears all over them as Suguru slides his cock back and forth, like he’s putting on lipstick. Satoru’s confused. He doesn’t really understand what he’s supposed to be doing here. Suguru takes care of him, though, shows him the way. He fists a hand in Satoru’s hair and uses the other to feed his cock into Satoru’s mouth, opening him up. Grabbing Satoru’s jaw to hold it in place, Suguru starts to press all the way in.
Satoru can taste the salty-warm flavor of Suguru as he slides his way down Satoru’s throat. He chokes as he tries to open wider, but Suguru doesn’t give him time to adjust, just keeps pushing his thick cock deeper and deeper. Metal barbells glide over his tongue, a contrast in texture to Suguru’s soft, warm skin. Satoru likes the feel of them. He moans, his mouth too full for the sound to really escape.
Suguru’s hips stutter. “Satoru,” he says, reverent. “Fuck.”
He pulls Satoru’s hair harder, quickening his pace as he fucks Satoru’s mouth. Satoru can’t do anything but lie there and take it, the slick sounds of Suguru’s cock forcing his throat open filling the room. His throat constricts as he tries to suppress a gag, tightening around Suguru and making him throw his head back and groan.
“I’m gonna come,” Suguru says, his strokes getting more frantic, the hand in Satoru’s hair gripping tighter.
“Come on his face,” Yuki says, from somewhere generally to Satoru’s left. “He’ll look so pretty like that.”
Satoru’s eyes go wide. Honestly, he’d sort of forgotten that Yuki was there, and now that he’s remembered, he lowkey wishes she wasn’t. Is it rude to ask someone to leave in the middle of a threesome? Only, he really wants Suguru to keep going, he thinks, and he’s not sure if Suguru will do that if there’s a woman there, ready and available. He doesn’t know, exactly, what he wants Suguru to do, but he can’t stand the idea of Suguru turning away from him right now.
“Shit, yeah,” Suguru pants, interrupting Satoru’s train of thought. “Let me just.”
With one last deep thrust in, Suguru pulls all the way out, wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking it quickly, until Satoru can feel hot liquid splashing on his face. Fuck. Suguru just. Satoru whines, his own dick hard and leaking against his stomach. He fucks his hips up uselessly into the air. Suguru just came on his face. He can’t believe it.
With an awed expression on his face, Suguru looks down at him. He drags a finger through the mess he made, his mouth hanging open. “You really do look beautiful like this,” he whispers, almost too quiet for Satoru to hear.
Preening, Satoru blinks up at him and grins. “Did I do good?” he asks. Maybe, if Suguru’s feeling generous, he’ll, like, return the favor or something.
“You did so good,” says Yuki, still off to the side.
Satoru turns his head to look at her. She’s pretty much as far away from them as she can be without falling off the bed, and she has a hand in her underwear, working furiously. Should Satoru, like, offer to help or something? He really doesn’t want to. And he doesn’t want Suguru to, either. He wants all of Suguru’s attention to himself.
“Come on,” Yuki continues, looking at Suguru. “He deserves something, don’t you, ah, think?” She tilts her head back into the pillow, her breathing quick.
“I…” says Suguru, still kneeling over Satoru. He looks a little lost.
Yuki throws something at him. “Open him up,” she says. “You can go again, can’t you?”
It’s a bottle of lube. Suguru picks it up, staring down at it like it’s the first time he’s ever seen one. Satoru stares, too, because, like, what is Suguru going to do with that? Open him up? Open what up?
But Suguru seems to know what to do, after all, because he snaps out of it and crawls back down the bed. “Turn over for me, Satoru,” he says, opening the cap and squirting lube onto his finger. “It’ll be easier like that.”
Because Suguru asked, Satoru does, in fact, turn over. He’s starting to have a bad feeling about where this is going, though — is Suguru going to. Like. Put a finger inside him? Is he going to put his cock inside him?
Satoru shifts onto his hands and knees. He’s still really hard. Like, diamond-hard. So maybe his body isn’t so put off by the idea of Suguru’s massive fucking cock going in…there. If it fits. Will it even fit?
Something warm and wet prods at his hole, and Satoru tenses instinctively.
“Relax,” Suguru says, rubbing Satoru’s hip. “I’ll be gentle, okay?”
Satoru whips his head around. “Gentle? With that? It’s not gonna go in!” It would sound a lot more convincing, probably, if his throat wasn’t all hoarse from being thoroughly fucked.
Suguru lets out a low laugh. “I promise.” He pushes his finger in.
And it feels. Satoru inhales, his eyes going wide, and clenches his hands in the sheets. It feels incredible as Suguru slowly works his finger in and out. Satoru had no idea it could be like this. He wants more, another finger, anything.
“Please,” he gasps, shifting his hips back. “Suguru, please.”
Another finger slips in beside the first, easy this time. Satoru relaxes into it, letting Suguru fuck him open little by little. The third finger feels even better, and when Suguru hooks his fingers down and rubs, he hits something that makes Satoru shout.
“Feel good?” Suguru asks, sounding way too smug.
“Fuck you, you know it does,” Satoru says, squirming, trying to get Suguru to speed up. “More,” he begs.
Suguru chuckles, pulling his fingers out. “You asked for it.”
He slaps his dick down on Satoru’s back, already all the way hard again. Satoru can feel Suguru leaking a puddle on his skin. His hands find Satoru’s hips, gripping tightly as he mimes a fucking motion, dragging his cock up and down Satoru’s spine.
“Fuck, it’s gonna be so deep in you,” Suguru pants. “Can you feel it?”
Satoru falls to his elbows, his ass in the air. “Yes, yeah, fuck,” he says, arching his back. “Put it in, Suguru, need it, need you.”
Swearing, Suguru lines himself up and pushes. The head of his cock slips in Satoru’s tight hole, lighting every nerve in his sensitive rim on fire. Satoru could almost come just like this, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to feel every single one of those barbells drag against that spot inside him as Suguru loses control and pounds him into the mattress.
Turning his head, Satoru looks back at Suguru. “Fuck me,” he says.
With that encouragement, Suguru slams all the way in, his hips smacking against Satoru’s ass. He thrusts in relentlessly, and it’s all Satoru can do to hang on. It’s just as good as he hoped it would be, feeling Suguru’s piercings inside him. The way they press against his insides makes him scream on every stroke, some garbled mess of fuck and please and Suguru that gets less and less coherent as he gets closer to the edge. Tears start to well up in his eyes and he’s going to come, like this, without a single touch to his cock.
“Suguru,” he slurs. “Gonna.”
And then he’s coming, more than he ever has in his life, wave after wave as Suguru continues to pound into him. He collapses onto the mattress, crying in earnest now as Suguru continues to fuck him through it.
“Please,” he begs, quivering with oversensitivity.
If anything, that makes Suguru fuck him harder. “Gonna come inside you,” Suguru growls. “Gonna fill you up, mark you, make you mine. Wanna see it.”
Oh, fuck. Satoru’s dick twitches, making a valiant effort to get hard again, as Suguru makes good on his promise. He can feel it as Suguru finishes inside him, a flood of wet, hot come filling his aching hole. He must look so used now. All Suguru’s.
As soon as he pulls out, Suguru flips Satoru over, gathering him up in his arms. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chants, kissing Satoru all over his face, his neck, his chest. “Don’t wanna share you anymore.”
Satoru smiles, dopey and satisfied. “Yours,” he says, nodding. He reaches up to grab Suguru’s face, pulling him in for a long, sloppy kiss. “Not sharing.”
“Right, that’s my cue,” Yuki says, sliding off the bed to gather her clothes. “Great game, everyone.”
Oh, right. She’s still there. They hadn’t noticed her at all while they were fucking. Satoru feels, like, a little bit bad. So does Suguru, he can tell. Suguru looks all guilty, his eyebrows scrunched together.
“Uh, sorry, Yuki,” Suguru says, sitting up. “That wasn’t really.”
Yuki rolls her eyes. “Please. I’ve been dying to watch you fuck the shit out of him,” she says, gesturing to Satoru. “I got exactly what I wanted. We’re good.”
And with that, she leaves, and Satoru and Suguru are alone. Perfect. Satoru beams. Just how he likes it.
Suguru still looks a little nervous. “That was, uh, good for you?” he asks, rubbing at one of his thumbs.
“Yeah,” says Satoru. “We should probably, like, keep doing it, or whatever.”
With a grin, Suguru lies back down next to him, pulling Satoru into his chest. “Yeah, probably.” He plants a kiss on Satoru’s forehead.
“You know,” says Satoru, turning to look at him. “Best friends can, like, date each other. Shoko and Utahime are doing it.”
Propping himself up on his elbow, Suguru gives him a confused look. “I mean, yeah. They’ve been dating for like six months.”
Really, Satoru does not know why everyone’s acting like that’s common knowledge. It wasn’t obvious at all. But whatever. That’s not the point he’s trying to make.
“Yeah. And we’re best friends.” He stops there, leaving a blank for Suguru to fill in. Suguru doesn’t, just continues to look a little confused. Frustrated, Satoru rolls his eyes and continues. “So, like, it follows. We should be dating.”
Suguru climbs back on top of him and kisses him again. “Yeah, I guess we should.”