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“Do you think I could top Suguru?”
The teacup Kento is just putting down creaks against the plate. If looks could kill, Satoru would drop dead on the sofa he’s sitting on right now. The pained sigh that leaves the blond man’s mouth tells enough of what he thinks of the sudden question. It’s not like he enjoys talking about work during his break, either, but he would prefer that way more than whatever this conversation was. Shoko, who is sitting beside Kento, laughs instead. Satoru frowns at her.
“Where is this coming from? Oh, don’t actually answer. I don’t want to hear it.”
“I asked Suguru yesterday and he laughed.”
Shoko calms herself down, shaking her head. Kento studies Satoru’s face. The white haired man doesn’t really look bothered or anxious: just curious, maybe excited. He adds even more sugar to his tea and then stirs it with a spoon. Kento sighs again.
“Why did you ask him in the first place? Are you having an identity crisis or something?” he asks.
“Oh, no, I love taking dick, you know I do. I’m sure you noticed it when we –“
“If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll kill you, no matter what it takes.”
“Okay, okay.” Satoru throws his hands in the air. “You hate to be reminded of that night, I know, sorry.” He lowers his hands and grabs his teacup. “But there’s no need to be so shy. Even I and Shoko have –“
“Oh God, shut up. I don’t want to remember”, Shoko interrupts him this time.
“It wasn’t that bad! Anyway…” Satoru takes a sip from his teacup before putting it down again. “I was just being curious. I mean, we have been dating for ten years and not once have I been on top. Well, I have, but it was back when we were just brats and didn’t know how things work at all.”
“Just spit it out”, Shoko orders.
Satoru frowns at her again. “I don’t mind bottoming at all, but I think we should try everything. And I want to connect with Suguru that way, too.”
“Then talk with him about it”, Kento says and raises his teacup to his lips. “We don’t want to hear about your sex life.”
“I wanted advice. Suguru told me that Yu said that you have done it both ways.”
Kento almost chokes on his tea. A drop falls on his tie, and he curses as he puts the cup back on the plate. Some noise, which suspiciously sounds like a laughter, escapes from Shoko’s mouth. Kento flashes her a look, and she covers her mouth.
“Sorry”, she mumbles. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Kento just sighs again and leans on the sofa’s back rest. He takes his glasses off and massages the bridge of his nose, clearly too tired of both of the other two.
Satoru chuckles. “Seriously, don’t be embarrassed. We know each other way too well for that.”
“Shut up.” Kento looks like he’s ready to leave. “Talk with Suguru, that’s my advice. And don’t bother me with that ever again.”
“I will. Tonight. I just want to prepare myself.” Satoru takes a sip from his cup while keeping his eyes at Kento. “When you switched with Yu for the first time, how did it go?”
Kento mutters something to himself. “It went well. And it will go well with you and Suguru too, so don’t sweat about it. Just communicate.” He lowers his hand. “Besides, shouldn’t you ask Yu about this rather than me?”
“I would, but he probably won’t return from the mission until the evening. And we know each other better, anyway.” Satoru sighs and leans to press his forehead on the table. “I guess I just have to try. The good side of Megumi and the girls living in the dorms nowadays is that we don’t have to worry about them.”
“You just complained to me yesterday about how much you miss them. Even though you see them every day at school.”
“I do miss them. I don’t miss having to hold back whenever they were around. For example, yesterday morning Suguru was preparing coffee for us shirtless, and I could just get on my knees and –“
“Shut up”, Shoko complains at the same time Kento stands up and says his goodbyes.
“Nanamin!” Satoru cries after him as he goes to put his dishes into the dishwasher. “Wait just a second –“
Kento is already heading towards the door when someone hops into the room. A black haired man, about the same height as Kento, but he still looks rather small compared to Kento’s broad figure. Across his left cheek is a big scar, but anyone who looks at him rather notices his wide smile, which lights the whole room up. It gets even wider as his eyes spot Nanami.
“Kento!” Yu shouts happily and hurries over to him. He grabs his hands and kisses his lips, still smiling. “I’m glad I found you before you left. I finished the mission early, so we can go home together.”
Satoru likes to watch them two together: it’s funny to him how Kento folds immediately when Yu is around. He’s squeezing his lover’s hands and caressing them with his thumbs, while his eyes don’t leave Yu’s own. It’s the total opposite when he’s looking at Satoru – at least most of the time.
“Hey”, Kento’s voice is soft. “Glad you are okay.”
“Of course, it was only a second grade.” Yu moves his eyes to Satoru and Shoko. “Oh, hi. Satoru, I bumped into Suguru, he said he would come find you soon.”
“Great”, Satoru says. Then he jumps right into the topic. “Yu, how did you end up fucking Nanamin?”
“Satoru”, Kento’s voice isn’t soft anymore. “We will go home now.”
“Um, what do you mean how?” Yu doesn’t look fazed, and he doesn’t pay attention to Kento who is trying to pull him towards the door. “It just happened after we had dated for a while.”
“No, I mean how did you end up topping him?” Satoru corrects. “Suguru told me you have done that.”
“Ohhh.” Yu chuckles. “I don’t know. We just went with the flow, I guess?”
“Yu.” Kento’s voice almost sounds like begging.
“What was the situation?” Satoru demands.
Yu taps Kento’s arm, and Kento lets go of him hesitantly. He smiles at Satoru. “Hmm… Kento was making bread. Kneading the dough.” He glances at Kento. “He always looks hot while doing that. So we ended up making out and then it just happened.”
“Romantic”, Shoko comments.
Kento is blushing. Yu just laughs. “Why are you asking in the first place?”
“I want to try it with Suguru”, Satoru answers.
“Ah.” Yu doesn’t look surprised. “Well, don’t worry about it. It’s you two, after all. If both of you want it, it will go well.”
“I guess”, Satoru mutters. “I just think he will tease me about it.”
“Maybe, but I’m sure he will agree with you, if you ask him seriously”, Yu says.
Satoru nods and drinks the rest of his tea before standing up. “Okay. Thank you. I will find Suguru, bring him home and fuck him. I’ll text you the results.”
“Do not”, Kento says at the same time Yu says “Yeah!”
Kento presses the bridge of his nose again. “I can’t wait to not see you for a while soon.”
Satoru smiles at him. “Your father’s leave won’t save you, Kento. I will come to see my godchild every day.”
“No you will not.”
“Try to stop me teleporting into your house.”
“I will ask Suguru to beat you up every time you do that.”
“Now, now”, Yu laughs. “We can make some compromise. Satoru can visit every other day, okay?”
“No.”
“C’mon, Kento.”
“The baby will get bad influence from Satoru.”
“Hey!” Satoru points at Kento with his finger. “And what does that make you, having such bad influence as your best friend?”
Kento rolls his eyes. “And what if I say you’re not my best friend?”
“You would be lying. We were each other’s best men, c’mon.”
“You know you’re best friends”, Yu reassures while brushing Kento’s arm. “How long are you planning to keep bullying each other? Until we all are retired?”
“Nah. I’ll make sure we end up in the same retirement home so I can keep bullying Nanamin even then”, Satoru says and swings his arm over Kento’s shoulders.
Yu just laughs as Kento punches one of Satoru’s weak spots, making a weird sound come out of him.
At some point during the years he automatically let his infinity down in Kento’s and Yu’s presence. He isn’t sure when it precisely happened. But he can remember when he had noticed: in Autumn, two years ago, when Kento had told him that he had proposed to Yu and asked Satoru to be his best man at their Wedding – unless you make a fuss about it, then I’ll just ask Ijichi or Ino – and Satoru had jumped onto him, had felt him closer than ever before, not anything separating them. The next time he saw Yu he hugged him as well, and felt it again.
I’m not alone. It had properly hit him there and then. He wasn’t alone, neither did he have just Suguru and their kids. He had plenty of other people too.
Satoru finds Suguru easily. They can both find each other easily wherever they are, but Satoru is even better at it than Suguru. It’s almost like their cursed energies are merged: Suguru’s pulls Satoru’s own closer every second, and just by following it, Satoru can find his husband. It’s not always a good thing though. Whenever they are away from each other, the bond between them keeps pulling them closer. Just like during the last and current day – Suguru had left for the mission yesterday evening, and during the whole night Satoru had just wished that he could feel his warmth next to himself.
It’s painful, and the only medicine is the other’s presence.
Satoru has his own theory about it. Love is the most twisted curse of them all was what he had told Yuuta Okkotsu when he had enrolled in Jujutsu High year before and struggled with handling Rika Orimoto, the queen of curses (and which he nowadays managed to control, mainly thanks to Suguru’s help). It hadn’t been just some random saying Satoru had heard from somewhere. He had seen it with his own eyes many times during the years, and he speculated that he had and still was experiencing it by his own too.
The love between him and Suguru kept them together no matter what, and it was the best and most important thing to Satoru in his whole life. But the string between them was something real, so strong that sometimes Satoru felt like he could see it if he tried hard enough.
Maybe it was during the time Suguru had been at his lowers, after saving Nanako and Mimiko and deciding to raise them as his own children. Satoru had begged him to talk, but he had stayed quiet for a long time. He was raising the girls well, but to Satoru and the others he had just talked some nonsense about non-sorcerers, about restarting the world, keeping everyone safe. Satoru hadn’t understood him. Whenever Suguru had come back from his missions, Satoru had had chills. He had been always covered in blood, his eyes empty. Without even realizing it properly himself, every time Suguru had left for a mission, Satoru had prayed that he wouldn’t kill anyone. Doom himself. Doom them.
Yaga had talked to Satoru. About how the higher ups were keeping an eye on Suguru, more than before. How they spoke about him and his behaviour.
With so many curses inside him, it’s just a matter of time when he becomes a curse himself.
Yaga hadn’t managed to stop Satoru when he had headed to the higher ups.
If you ever lay a finger on my partner, I will kill all of you. I will rip your limbs out and torture you for days before killing you.
Satoru doesn’t remember it well. The hate and fear inside him had spoken for him.
One night Suguru finally talked.
I was so close to killing them all, he had said when they had been lying in the bed, not able to sleep. I wanted to do it. I have never wanted to do anything more in my life. It would have been so easy, it would have felt so good.
For the first time ever, Satoru had felt disgust towards Suguru. He had wanted to let go of his boyfriend he was holding in his arms, not believe that he was the man Satoru had fallen in love with. That man was kind and loving, that man would never want to hurt someone and enjoy it.
But infinity was pressing them closer, and their souls were so tangled Satoru knew letting go of Suguru would hurt more than anything else ever would.
What stopped you?
Suguru’s eyes had stayed at Satoru’s.
I remembered how you, Megumi and Tsumiki looked in the morning, all sleeping in the same bed, when I kissed your foreheads and didn’t bother to wake you up.
It had been the first time they had kissed properly after Suguru’s breakdown, and Satoru had felt how things got right again. Suguru wouldn’t leave him. He couldn’t. Not anymore.
They had gotten married soon after that. When Satoru had seen Suguru at the aisle, he had cried. He had never seen the other man so beautiful. Suguru had kept his tears in, until the guests were gone. Then he had hid his face on Satoru’s neck and wet it with his tears.
Satoru had tried to be there for him, do his best, but maybe, just maybe, he had been too desperate. Maybe all his fear of Suguru leaving him and losing himself had been too much, and Satoru’s fear had transformed into a curse, tying them together for eternity. But when Satoru had mentioned about it to Suguru once, he hadn’t been bothered about it.
I have hundreds of curses inside me, Satoru. I would sense a curse like that better than anyone. He had kissed Satoru gently. Besides, I wouldn’t care. I would love you and stay with you forever, with a curse or not.
But Satoru believes – he wants and needs to believe – that the love between them is pure.
He doesn’t find just Suguru. His husband is talking to two of their daughters, who are too busy surveying the content of some plastic bag to actually be listening to their father. It doesn’t bother Suguru, it never does – he keeps watching them with loving eyes, his voice soft and full of love. Every time Satoru sees him like that, he falls more in love, even though it couldn’t be possible.
Suguru feels Satoru’s presence before he hears or sees him. He stops talking to Nanako and Mimiko and turns his eyes to Satoru. And Satoru feels it again – a curse, a bond, whatever it is – but this time it’s loosening, relaxing as the two sorcerers reach each other and their souls greet.
“Satoru.”
Satoru loves hearing his name roll out of Suguru’s tongue, it always sounds so soft, even though Suguru’s voice sounds a little raspy like it always does after tough missions, after swallowing curses after curses. It’s the first sign for Satoru that Suguru has had it rough today. Satoru can clearly see all the other signs as well: Suguru’s clenched jaw, how he keeps swallowing as he tries to get away the taste of curses. After all these years he has gotten used to it, but he still despises it.
“Suguru.”
Satoru walks over to Suguru and stops in front of him, placing his right hand on his cheek. He leans to kiss the other’s lips. He can tell that Suguru has been chewing them: another sign. As Satoru places his free hand in Suguru’s hair and caresses it gently, he feels both his body and soul relaxing.
Satoru can’t even imagine the taste of a curse, regardless of the fact that Suguru has described it to him. He has also told how much he hates it all: the taste, the feeling – how it all stays with him almost the whole day after swallowing a curse. Stronger the curse, stronger the taste. Suguru has tried everything to cover it, but nothing helps. The taste and especially the feeling in his throat and the back of his tongue stay. But, he had admitted to Satoru a long time ago, your lips somehow manage to make it all go away.
Satoru’s infinity wraps itself around them both, like always. When it had started happening, Suguru had been angry at first: he was a stubborn guy, who didn’t want Satoru to pamper him. But slowly he had gotten used to it, and finally given up. It wasn’t like Satoru had much to do about it anyway: the infinity felt to have a life on its own when it came to Suguru. Whenever they were close to each other, it automatically wrapped around Suguru, so nothing or no one could touch him expect Satoru. Secretly Satoru is very glad about it.
“Ew, stop.” A high voice is interrupting their moment. “Can’t you wait until you get home?”
Suguru pulls away from Satoru’s lips and smiles at Nanako, who is looking at them with a disgusted look on her face. “Sorry, darlings”, Suguru says. “We should head home, indeed.”
“Yeah.” Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand and caresses it with his thumb. He smiles at the girls. “Did you get souvenirs again? Suguru is boiling you two way too much.”
“Shut up.” Nanako grabs a candy from the bag Mimiko is holding now. She unwraps it and throws it into her mouth. “You’re boiling Megumi way too much yourself.”
“I’m not. Give me some of that candy.”
“Dad bought some just for you for sure, like always, so hands off!”
“You have been training with Megumi a lot lately”, Mimiko cuts in the conversation. “Will he be able to summon his next shikigami soon?”
Satoru decides to let Nanako and the candy be. “Nah, not soon. But we are getting there. All of you kids will be special grades before we even notice it.”
“Sure”, Nanako mutters and bites the candy in her mouth, breaking it into pieces. “I think two special grades in one family is already too much.”
Satoru smiles and then glances at Suguru. “Should we head home? I’m sure you’re tired. And I’ve missed you too much.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Suguru pats both of the girls’ head. “Are you sure you don’t want to come home for the weekend?”
“We are. We will have a movie night with Tsumiki, Nobara and Maki-san.”
“Sounds fun.” Suguru seems somehow sad as he smiles at them. Then he suddenly grabs them for a hug. “Stay safe and well. We love you.”
“Yeah, yeah, we know. Love you too.”
Both of the girls hug Suguru back quickly before struggling themselves free. Before they can leave, Satoru also hugs them, regardless of their complains. They still hug Satoru back as well, before Nanako grabs Mimiko’s arm and drags her along as she heads out, probably to share the souvenirs with the other girls.
“If you change your minds, just text us!” Satoru shouts after them.
Nanako just waves her hand at him, and then they disappear behind the corner. Even though Satoru loves to have his whole family home, today he’s glad that both the three girls and Megumi will stay in the dorms. He wants to have Suguru all for himself.
He looks at his husband and blinks his eyes even though they are hiding behind the blindfold. “Well? Did you get souvenirs for me?”
“Of course.” Suguru raises the little bag he’s holding. “The best sweets I could find.”
“You are the best sweet there is to find.”
“Shut up.”
Satoru chuckles. He grabs Suguru’s waist with his free hand and leans on his ear. “I want to eat the souvenirs on your body”, he murmurs. “And then you.”
Satoru knows that Suguru is tired thanks to the mission, but the way he sharply inhales tells Satoru that he’s still willing to put the tiredness aside for a while. “Should we make it a competition?” he mutters. “I want to eat you too. To get the bad taste out of my mouth. And my throat.” He moves his body just a little, but enough to make Satoru wanting to kiss the life out of him right there and then. “I could still make my throat a little bit sorer, just for you, baby.”
Even after ten years of dating, Suguru’s voice and his words do it to Satoru. He groans lowly into Suguru’s ear and presses himself on him, trying his best to get Suguru’s leg between his own, to give him something. But Suguru chuckles and pulls back, leaving a demanding throb in Satoru’s pants.
“Shit, Sugu.”
Suguru squeezes Satoru’s hand. “Take us home, Satoru.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. With a blink of an eye their surroundings change, and they are standing in the familiar living room. Before Suguru even manages to take his shoes off, Satoru’s mouth is already on his own, his hands hungrily exploring on Suguru’s body. Suguru can just close his eyes and open his mouth, his tongue welcoming Satoru’s as it slides into his mouth and starts tasting it all over. So easily the bitter taste of all the curses back off deep into Suguru’s throat, not bothering him anymore. All he can taste is Satoru.
Suguru’s hands found their way to Satoru’s ass and grab it tightly, making him whine quietly against the other’s lips. “Gonna fuck you dumb tonight, Sato”, Suguru hums.
Satoru opens his mouth and tries to gather his thoughts to get words out of his mouth, but it feels impossible, as Suguru’s fingers are groping his ass, and Satoru wants to feel them inside him instead so bad that he might go crazy.
“Since we have a day off tomorrow, you don’t have to be able to walk.” Suguru pulls Satoru’s lower lip with his teeth and then bites it, hard, making Satoru whimper again. “I will treat you like a princess tomorrow, get you breakfast in bed and everything, so let me fuck you like a slut tonight, mkay, sugar?”
Satoru almost slips out a yes, he wants it so bad. But he is not a quitter, and when he has decided to try something, he will try it. “Wait, Suguru”, he mutters and forces himself to pull back from the other’s lips. “I would love that, really, but I actually wanted to try something different tonight.”
Suguru seems intrigued rather than surprised. “Sure, what is it?”
Satoru prepares himself for the laugh again. “Would you let me fuck you instead?”
Now Suguru looks surprised. “Wait, you were not joking yesterday?”
“Well, I wasn’t being so serious yesterday…” Satoru’s fingers slip under Suguru’s shirt, trailing his spine. “But I kept thinking about it, and I would like to try.” He studies Suguru’s face. “Will you laugh at me again?”
Suguru gives him a warm smile, and Satoru feels butterflies in his stomach, like they were highschoolers again. He wonders if he will ever get rid of them. Probably not.
“I won’t laugh at you.” Suguru’s hands move on Satoru’s lower back. He keeps his eyes at Satoru’s, which are still behind the blindfold. Satoru is glad about it, even though he knows Suguru can still read him like an open book. “I’m sorry I did yesterday. I didn’t think you would actually want to try it. I mean… you have seem to be very satisfied with things being like they are.”
“I am. I won’t mind if you decline. I just thought that we might as well try it other way too –properly, this time.” Satoru stops his fingers. “I would like to feel you in every way possible, Suguru.”
Hist last words make Suguru’s eyes soften. “Satoru –“
“Don’t make fun of me. Just say if you don’t want to.”
“Satoru.” Suguru raises his hand to cover Satoru’s mouth. “I would love to feel you every way possible, too.” He smiles at him and then kisses his forehead. “Just let me shower first. I want to get the feeling of the mission off of me.”
So easily Satoru’s worries disappear. “Okay”, he mumbles against Suguru’s hand.
Suguru lowers his hand and finally takes his shoes off. Satoru does the same, which after Suguru grabs the bag he has dropped on the floor.
“Do you want to eat your souvenirs now or later?”
“Mm… Later.” Satoru still reaches in the bag and grabs the first thing that he gets. “But I’ll get a little taste now.”
He opens the wrapper and finds some kind of chocolate inside. It looks delicious. Before he can eat it, Suguru grabs it and tosses it to his mouth.
“Hey! Those are my sou-“
Suguru interrupts Satoru’s complain by kissing him. When Satoru feels his tongue on his lips, he automatically parts them. Suguru’s tongue slides into his mouth, and chocolate within it. It tastes like raspberries. Suguru sucks his tongue quickly before pulling back.
“Tasty?” he asks, smiling.
Satoru swallows. The taste is still lingering in his mouth. “Yeah. One of the tastiest things I have ever tasted.”
Suguru chuckles and then heads to the bathroom. Satoru smiles and follows him like a puppy.
“Let me shower with you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Suguru doesn’t waste time. He undresses himself quickly, throwing all his clothes into the laundry basket. Satoru is also trying to get rid of his own clothes while watching his husband, but keeps getting distracted. Finally Suguru takes off his boxers too, and Satoru has to bite his lip to contain his calm. Suguru takes off his hair tie which is holding half of his hair up on a bun. He places the hair tie between his lips while he gathers all his hair together – Satoru knows he does it mainly because he knows how much Satoru likes the sight. He surely can feel Satoru staring at him, but he doesn’t even glance towards him before he has put all of his hair on a bun. Then his eyes finally meet Satoru’s.
“Are you going to shower or not?”
Satoru blinks. He’s still holding his jacket, the only piece of clothing he has managed to get off. “I am. I was just busy watching you.”
Suguru chuckles and steps closer to him. He grabs the jacket Satoru is holding and throws it behind him, somewhere around the laundry basket. Then his hands are grabbing Satoru’s shirt, pulling it off of him. Satoru just raises his arms and lets Suguru do it. He throws it after the jacket at the same time he presses his lips on Satoru’s own, who takes the chance and raises his hands on Suguru’s bare shoulders, enjoying the warmth of his skin. He rubs them gently before sliding his hands on Suguru’s chest, cupping them around his pecs. Suguru chuckles against his mouth and opens his belt easily, then the buttons and the zipper of his pants. As he slides both Satoru’s pants and boxers lower, Satoru’s already half hard dick twitches, happy about the freedom. Satoru pulls back from Suguru’s lips to ask, to beg him to touch it, but before he gets to do so Suguru’s hand is already around it, making Satoru moan.
“Shit…” Satoru presses his head on Suguru’s shoulder and slides his hands to grasp his waist.
Suguru isn’t really holding back: his strokes are harsh and determined, his goal clearly being making Satoru’s cock as hard as possible. And it’s working miraculously well. Even better as Suguru lowers his head and suddenly licks Satoru’s nipple. Then he circles his teeth around it and bites, and Satoru moans again.
“F-fuck, Sugu, feels so good”, he pants, his nails digging into the other’s skin.
Suguru just hums against his skin, sliding his lips over to his other nipple and licking it too before sucking it. Satoru’s determination wavers again: he’s so ready to abandon his plan and just ask Suguru to stick his fingers inside him while sucking him off at the same time. But he keeps his mind on the plan and restrains his tongue.
Suddenly Suguru is on his knees in front of him. He stops his hand on the base of Satoru’s cock and then leans to take the tip in his mouth. Satoru lets a sigh out of his mouth and places his other hand on the back of Suguru’s head, below his bun.
“W-wait, Sugu, I trained with Megumi the whole day”, he pants. “Let me rinse myself qui – AH, fuck!“
Satoru leans over Suguru, moaning, as his whole cock disappears into the other’s mouth. He can feel himself hitting the back of Suguru’s throat, but it doesn’t make him gag, it never does – Satoru still doesn’t know if he has himself or all the curse swallowing to thank more for that. He grasps Suguru’s hair and wails, as Suguru just hums against him. Then he pulls back, slowly, until Satoru’s dick slips out of his mouth. He looks up at Satoru’s face.
“You know I like to taste you as you are. It replaces that disgusting taste in my mouth. So…” He gives Satoru’s cock a teasing lick and lets it rest against his cheek. “Let me make you cum, just once, please baby?”
And so Satoru melts. There is no way he could say no.
“Yeah…”
Suguru smiles at him quickly before giving his full attention to his dick again. Sometimes he likes to tease his husband on purpose, work slowly but godly, make Satoru want more but deny the satisfaction from him until he’s losing his mind and begging for it. But today neither of them have the patience for that. Satoru has a job to do, and Suguru things to forget. So he devours his meal like he’s been craving for it for ages – which he has, or at least it feels like it.
Satoru doesn’t even try to lower his voice, he knows it would be pointless. Instead he lets Suguru hear just how good he’s doing, how much Satoru loves him. He’s gripping the other’s hair harder and harder, and he knows Suguru will scold him about it later. I’ll go bald some day if you keep gripping my hair like that.
It doesn’t take long for Satoru to feel he’s close. He forces himself to hold back and swallows. “Shit.” He pulls Suguru by his hair, until his lips are just around his cock’s tip. “Can I fuck your mouth, Suguru?”
Suguru looks up to him, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth and his lips swollen. He pulls back a little so he can speak. “Please do so”, he asks. “Please fuck my mouth and fill it with your cum, Satoru.”
Satoru is a gone man. He places both of his hands on the back of Suguru’s head and thrusts his cock back into the other’s mouth, all the way in until he can feel Suguru’s hot breath on his skin. Suguru groans and moves his tongue, and Satoru moans.
“Fuuuck, Sugu, so good.” The taller man pants as he starts moving his hips, keeping Suguru’s head in place with his hands. “Your throat feels so good. Gonna fill it with my cum until you can’t taste anything but me. Does that sound good, love?”
Suguru can’t answer, but he narrows his eyes and raises them to look at Satoru. They are filled with tears, and then they run on Suguru’s cheeks. It’s an answer enough for Satoru, and it also makes him come at the same second.
“S-Suguru- shit, Suguru”, he pants as he closes his eyes and presses himself against his husband, to make sure he doesn’t miss a drop. “God.”
Suguru doesn’t move his head until Satoru stops shaking, his breathing gets easier and he lets go of Suguru’s head. Only then he pulls his head back until Satoru’s cock drops out of his mouth, and he closes it quickly to swallow. Satoru observes him all the time, as Suguru stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s still breathing heavily, his lips red and even more swollen than before. Satoru can’t just watch him like that: even though he just came, he’s still aroused, desperately wanting more. He cups his hands around Suguru’s neck and leans to kiss his lips, hard and hungrily. Suguru groans against his lips as he slides his tongue inside his mouth, tasting them both. He can hear Suguru breathing fast through his nose, trying to catch his breath when Satoru didn’t give him a change to do so. Finally Satoru spares him and pulls back, leaving his lips just a centimetre away from the other’s.
“How do I taste?” he hums, his breath blending with Suguru’s.
Even though Suguru is out of breath, he tries to taste Satoru’s lips again, but Satoru pulls back. Suguru groans. “Good. So good. Like always.”
Satoru smiles and lets Suguru taste him again, welcomes his tongue into his mouth. He doesn’t do much: he just lets Suguru taste him all over, while he rubs his back with his hands. Finally Suguru is satisfied and pulls back.
“We should shower”, he mutters. “Then I want you inside me.”
“Oh, are you that excited to get fucked by me?” Satoru can’t stop himself from grinning.
“Yeah. I want to see if you are any good at it.”
“Hey…”
Suguru just chuckles and grabs Satoru’s hand, pulling him over to the shower. After turning on the shower Suguru takes his hair tie off and lets his hair fall. Satoru watches as he puts the hair tie around his wrist.
“You put your hair on a bun just to take it off after five minutes?”
Suguru steps under the shower and lets the water fall on his hair. He looks at Satoru, and the taller man’s breath hinders. Suguru looks ethereal to Satoru. Like always – he just realizes it even more clearly at some moments.
“I wanted to focus on sucking your dick.”
His words crack Satoru’s sentimental moment. He raises his eyebrow at the other. “That was your intention all along?”
“Yeah.”
“Pervert.”
“Says you after shoving your dick into my throat so hard that it still hurts.”
“I know you like it.”
Suguru hits Satoru with the shampoo bottle he has grabbed, and Satoru laughs.
As usual, it takes forever for them to get ready. Satoru takes his sweet time washing Suguru’s hair, and they keep changing kisses every other second. When they finally get out of the shower, Satoru is ready to bolt to the bedroom, but Suguru insists drying his hair first.
“Just let it be. You look sexy with wet hair anyways”, Satoru complains.
“Maybe, but I don’t want our bed to get wet.” Suguru is already searching for his hairdryer.
“If that’s the only problem, I could just fuck you here –“
Suguru grabs one of his hair ties and shoots it towards Satoru, but it just bounces back from the infinity. Suguru frowns at him. “Go. You can wait for a few minutes.”
Satoru sighs and rolls his eyes, but leaves the bathroom. He goes to the bedroom and collapses on the bed, grabbing Suguru’s pillow and inhaling his scent from it. He feels like a kid on a Christmas morning: excited but a little bit anxious at the same time of what’s coming.
After what feels like forever Satoru hears the hairdryer going off, and soon after Suguru comes to the bedroom, his hair like usual: half of it on a bun, half of it falling on his back.
“My beautiful husband.” Satoru lays on his back and opens his arms. “Are you even real?”
Suguru smiles at him. “I think so”, he says as he goes to lay over Satoru, who wraps his arms around him. “Are you?”
“Mmh. Maybe.”
“Just maybe?”
“I might just be your wet dream.”
Satoru just giggles as Suguru punches him in the stomach. Before he can say anything else, Suguru places his hands on his cheeks and leans to kiss him. Satoru closes his eyes and kisses him back happily. When Suguru’s tongue slides into his mouth, he slides his hands to the other man’s lower back and pulls him even closer against himself. Suguru hums into his mouth and his other hand disappears from Satoru’s cheeks, as he reaches towards the nightstand beside the bed. Satoru can hear him open and close the drawer, and then he pulls back from the kiss.
“Do you want to prepare me, or do I do it myself?”
“What kind of question is that?” Satoru sits up, keeping Suguru on his lap. “Of course I want to do it.”
“That’s what I thought.” Suguru gives him the lube, and Satoru opens it. “Start slowly, but don’t worry too much. I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable.”
“Yeah. I trust you to do so.” Satoru pours some lube on his fingers and spreads it while putting the bottle down. “Do you want to stay on my lap?”
“If it’s okay to you.”
“Of course.”
Satoru kisses Suguru’s lips one more time before he moves his hands to his ass and takes his fingers to his entrance. As he pushes the first finger in, Suguru wraps his arms around his neck and leans to kiss his ear.
“Feeling okay?”
“Mmh. It’s just one finger yet.”
“Yet.”
Satoru starts moving his finger and focuses on listening Suguru’s breath. It doesn’t really change – just gets a little bit faster, maybe. Suguru moves his lips below the other’s ear and licks it, and Satoru jolts a little. He glances at Suguru and sees him smiling.
“You’re not feeling this.”
“Of course I’m feeling a finger in my ass.”
“No, I mean like…”
“I know”, Suguru interrupts. “I was joking.”
Satoru frowns at him, and Suguru seems to regret his words. He kisses Satoru’s cheek and raises his other hand to caress his hair. “Sorry. I’m just not used to this. I’m sure I’ll feel good.”
“What if you don’t?”
“I will. And even if I didn’t, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?” Suguru kisses Satoru’s other cheek too. “Now, could you continue? I want to feel more of you, Satoru.”
Satoru smiles a little and pecks Suguru’s lips before thrusting another finger inside him. This time Suguru sighs and grips the other’s hair. Encouraged, Satoru thrusts his fingers deeper and scissors them carefully.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little bit weird”, Suguru answers. “But not bad. Definitely not bad.”
“Hmm.”
Satoru can’t help feeling a little impatient. If their roles were reversed, he would surely be already moaning and begging Suguru for more. But he tries to remind himself that he’s used to it, he knows what good awaits for him, and – even though Satoru wouldn’t like to admit it – Suguru is definitely better at fingering someone than Satoru. He has ten years’ worth of experience of it.
“Satoru.” Suguru’s voice interrupts Satoru’s thoughts. “Don’t think so hard. Whatever you do to me, it feels good. Because I know it’s you.”
Suguru calms him down so easily. Always choosing the right words. It’s almost annoying. He presses his lips on Suguru’s own and kisses him deeply, and the other does the same. This time Satoru moves his fingers without thinking too much. Until they brush against the certain spot, and Suguru whines against Satoru’s mouth.
Satoru freezes for a second before he realizes what just happened. Then he tries to move his fingers the same way again, and Suguru shivers. He probably reads Satoru’s mind, because he opens his eyes and looks at him with caution.
“Satoru, wait- Ahh!“
Satoru’s fingers are rubbing his prostate, and Satoru is getting the reaction he was hoping for. Suguru is shivering against him and gripping his hair tighter, his free hand grabbing his shoulder. Satoru feels like he was just hit with some drug. He bites Suguru’s lower lip and smiles at him.
“It feels good, right?”
Satoru pushes his fingers all the way inside, making sure to still rub them on Suguru’s prostate on the way. Suguru’s head falls on his shoulder and he doesn’t answer.
“Baby? Do my fingers feel good?”
Suguru mutters something against his shoulder and then bites it, making Satoru jolt.
“Ow!”
“Shut up and keep going. Yes, it feels good.”
Suguru’s words are like music to Satoru’s ears. He smiles and grants Suguru’s wish, summoning more noises out of his husband. It really feels like drug. He moves his free hand to Suguru’s cock and wraps his fingers around it, which makes Suguru moan even louder.
“F-fuck, Sato”, he pants, and Satoru can feel his breath hot on his skin. “I- Shit… Feels good.”
This is what Satoru wants to do. Needs to do. Make his husband feel good, better than anything. He leans his head on Suguru’s own for a moment and then tries to slide on his back, but Suguru’s weight on top of him makes it hard.
“Raise yourself a little bit, darling”, he says.
Suguru looks at him, confused, but obeys him. With some wiggling Satoru manages to lay on his back, and he smiles at his husband before leading his cock to his lips. As he licks the tip, Suguru whines.
“Satoru, you don’t have to”, he says quickly. “I’m already feeling so good – oh.”
Satoru interrupts him by taking his cock’s tip into his mouth. He rolls his tongue around it and raises his eyes to look at Suguru’s eyes. It seems to be enough for Suguru to believe that Satoru really wants to do it. Suguru can’t even blame him – he has done the same to Satoru hundreds of times, and he enjoys it at least as much as Satoru himself always does. So Suguru just places his hands on the headboard and lets Satoru make him feel good. He’s already feeling close, and Satoru sucking him off and fingering him open at the same time isn’t helping. While his breathing gets faster and heavier, he also starts moving his hips a little, thrusting into Satoru’s mouth.
“Fuck, baby”, he pants. “Your mouth… feels so good. So wet and warm for me. Like always. Ah, Satoru…”
Satoru hums against his cock. Suddenly his tongue stops, and then he pushes another finger inside the other.
Suguru grabs Satoru’s hair with his other hand – hard – and moans at the sudden movement. “Satoru, Satoru”, he pants. “Wait… I’m gonna –“
Before Suguru can finish, Satoru’s fingers rub on his prostate, and Suguru comes without a warning. It takes Satoru by surprise, and he chokes a bit before he realizes to pull back. A trail, mixed of Suguru’s cum and Satoru’s own saliva, run down his chin before he closes his mouth and swallows. Suguru’s grip of his hair loosens a little.
“Sorry”, he apologizes. “I tried to warn you.”
“No worries.” Satoru swallows again and looks up to his husband. “It was hot.”
Suguru opens his mouth again to say something when Satoru continues moving his fingers. Suguru moans again and tries to move his hips, but Satoru’s free hand grabs his waist and forces him to stay still.
“S-Sato, give me a break”, Suguru complains. “It’s okay, I can take you already.”
“Are you suuure?” Satoru smiles at him and continues working his husband open. “My dick is not particularly little –“
“Just shut up and shove your not particularly little dick inside me.”
Satoru raises his eyebrow at the other. “Is that how you ask for something? Shouldn’t you –“
Suguru doesn’t let Satoru finish. He slams his hand on the other’s mouth, and Satoru mumbles against it, but he doesn’t care. He grabs his husband’s hand with his free hand and forces it to stay still as he raises his hips and escapes from Satoru’s fingers. He sighs, suddenly feeling empty without anything inside him. Satoru mumbles louder, and Suguru looks at him.
“What? I agreed to switch, but I didn’t agree to being just a sex toy you can use however you want.”
Suguru is just teasing, and Satoru knows it. Really Suguru would let Satoru do anything he wants to him if he just asked nicely. But clearly this isn’t one of those days. Besides, Satoru doesn’t really mind. Suguru’s hand on his mouth, covering some of his nose too, making his breathing harder, actually just excites him. His cock is throbbing demandingly, and every time it brushes against Suguru, Satoru wants to cry.
Suguru knows. And enjoys it. He leans closer to Satoru’s face and looks him in the eyes. “Ask for it, princess. Ask nicely, and I’ll let you fuck me.”
Suguru moves his hand away from Satoru’s mouth, and he gasps for air. “Please”, he says immediately. “Please, Suguru, let me fuck you, please.”
Suguru hums pleased and pecks Satoru’s lips. “Okay. Since you’re so cute.”
He grabs the lube and pours some of it on his hand. As he tosses the bottle aside, he grabs Satoru’s cock with his lubed hand and moves it, making Satoru wail.
“Suguru…”
“I know, Satoru. Be patient.”
Finally Suguru stops his hand and raises his hips. Satoru watches him as he leads the tip of the other’s cock to his hole, and then lowers himself a little. A low sigh escapes his mouth at the same time Satoru whines. The white haired man grabs Suguru’s waist and grips it like his life is depending on it.
“You look like you’ll cum at the same second I sit on your dick”, Suguru states.
Satoru shakes his head. “I won’t, I won’t, so move.”
“Desperate”, Suguru mutters, smiling.
He lowers himself again, taking more of Satoru’s cock inside. He parts his lips a little to breathe through his mouth as he raises his hips and then lowers them again, carefully trying moving around Satoru. Soon he stops, and Satoru notices him biting his lip.
“You okay?” Satoru pants. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you, take your time.”
“I’m okay”, Suguru answers. “Just… have to adjust to your size a bit.”
Satoru smirks. “Adjust as long as you need to, so you’ll be ready when I fuck your brains out.”
Suguru frowns at the other. Suddenly he grabs Satoru’s hair, making the man whine.
“Don’t be so arrogant.” Suguru studies Satoru’s face. “You might be the one having your cock inside me right now, but you are still just a slut for me, aren’t you?”
And Suguru pulls, making Satoru’s head bend back and revealing his neck. The moan escaping from his mouth dies suddenly, when other hand presses his neck, and he gasps for air. He can feel his dick twitching, and then Suguru is taking all of it, sitting on Satoru with all of his weight, and Satoru can feel his legs shivering against his own.
“Oh, but I can’t lie, you feel so good, baby”, Suguru hums. “And look, too. So open and obedient in my hands, like always. Can’t get enough of you. I love you so much.”
Satoru tries to speak, but he can’t. He doesn’t even know what he would say: some words just try to escape from his mouth. It’s useless. He’s trying gasp for some air as his head starts feeling more and more lightheaded. He could fix it easily by his reverse cursed technique, but he doesn’t. He stops it on purpose. He knows how much Suguru loves it, he can see it right now as Suguru is staring down at him with narrowed eyes, a small smile hovering on his lips.
“Are you still there, Satoru? Love?” Satoru moans in response, and Suguru chuckles. “I guess I still kept my promise. About fucking you dumb tonight.”
Suddenly Suguru’s hand disappears from Satoru’s neck, and the tingling in his brain disappears with it. As he sharply inhales some air, a moan echoes through the bedroom. Suguru is moving without pauses now, taking his cock with all its glory inside him with every move.
“Fuck, Suguru!” he groans. “Fuck, slow down, I can’t –“
“Please”, Suguru interrupts him. “Say please, pretty please, and I will consider it.”
Satoru doesn’t have any other choice. “Please, baby, please”, he sobs. “You feel too good, please give me some time, let me enjoy this longer, baby, pretty please.”
Suguru slows his pace, to Satoru’s relief. He places his hands on Satoru’s cheeks and leans over him. “What a good boy you are, obeying me so nicely.” Suguru’s lips brush against Satoru’s own. “It’s your turn to do the work. Fuck me properly since you wanted to do it so badly.”
Suguru raises his hips slowly, until Satoru’s cock slips out of him and they both utter quietly against each other’s lips. Suguru finally presses his lips on Satoru’s own properly, sucking his lower lip before sliding his tongue into the other’s mouth. Satoru, still lightheaded and foggy, just manages to kiss his husband back before he already pulls back and locks eyes with him.
“C’mon, I’m feeling empty without you inside me.”
Suguru pushes his hips back against the other’s hard cock, and Satoru whines.
“Y-yeah, yeah, just give me a second, god damn it.”
The white haired man gathers himself and grabs Suguru by his waist while sitting up and changing their positions. Suguru rolls under him easily, and his lovingly smile makes Satoru’s heart throb. Before doing anything else Satoru leans to kiss his lips, slowly and softly this time. Suguru kisses him back the same way and wraps his arms around the other’s neck. Without breaking the kiss Satoru guides his dick to Suguru’s entrance and slowly pushes inside. Suguru sighs against his lips. Satoru pulls back from the kiss, raising his head a little.
Suguru opens his eyes and studies Satoru’s face. “How do I feel, sugar?”
“So good, darling”, Satoru pants, and he has to close his eyes for a moment to gather himself. “So good around me. Like you’re made for me. Making me feel so good, Sugu.”
Suguru pulls Satoru’s face closer and hums against his lips. “I am made for you. And you are made for me.” He runs his tongue along Satoru’s lower lip. “So fuck me like you mean it.”
Satoru does. He moves his hips faster, and Suguru grips him tighter in return, panting and whining under him. It’s driving Satoru crazy.
“You feel good?” he still wants to make sure, wants to hear it clearly from Suguru himself. “Do I make you feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Sato. You’re doing so good. So good for me.”
Suguru’s words definitely boost Satoru’s ego. He straightens up and Suguru lowers his arms on the bed, above his head. The sight in front of him is so new to Satoru, that it’s driving him crazy. Now he understands how Suguru can always keep fucking him for ages, somehow always finding the strength to move faster and harder, and how sometimes something invincible seems to trigger him to do so.
The look on Suguru’s face does it to Satoru now.
He grabs Suguru’s legs and presses them against him, leaning over him and then starting to move faster and harder than before. Suguru immediately responds, throwing his head back and moaning long and loudly.
“Ah, Satoru, keep going, fuck!” he moans, and Satoru feels like he’s burning up inside.
“You’re so pretty”, he wails. “I love you so much. You feel so good, Suguru.”
Suguru glances at him, but then Satoru’s cock hits his prostate, and all his coherent thoughts disappear. He arches his back and grip the sheets, not even noticing the tearing sound that’s coming from them.
“Fuck, fuck, don’t stop, I – ahh… Gonna cum. Make me cum, Satoru –”
“Mmh.” Satoru bites his lip to contain himself, to not come right away. He wants to give it to Suguru first, he wants to come after he has seen his husband come first, from his cock alone. “Cum for me, dear, please.”
Satoru doesn’t even have to ask. “Satoru, Sato- ahh, shit!” Suguru’s eyes close as his body tenses before it starts shaking as he comes, spilling all his cum over himself. “Satoru, baby...”
Watching his husband reach his high is enough for Satoru. He grips Suguru’s legs harder, sure about the fact that he’s leaving bruises, but he doesn’t care. He presses himself against the other’s legs and lets his head fall on another of them when he feels his orgasm coming.
“Suguru, Suguru, oh God”, Satoru wails. “Ahh, God, Suguru…”
It feels weird, coming inside of something, but good. Especially because Satoru knows it’s his husband. He forces his eyes open, which he had closed without realizing, and looks at Suguru. He has his eyes closed too, and a lonely tear has fallen on his cheek. Satoru lets go of his other leg and reaches to wipe the tear away. Suguru opens his eyes slowly and looks back at Satoru. Both of them stay quiet for a moment before Satoru smiles.
“Wow.”
“Indeed.” Suguru seems tired. He lowers his legs on the bed. “Pull out. I feel weird.” His expression immediately changes to worried. “I mean, not bad –“
“I know, dear, don’t worry.”
Suguru smiles a little at Satoru and closes his eyes again. Satoru pulls back until his cock slips out of Suguru. When he glances down, he freezes. Suddenly he feels like he’s salivating, as he’s watching his own come run on the sheets from Suguru’s hole. He forces his eyes up and look at Suguru’s face instead, but it isn’t really helping: he’s still trying to catch his breath, his cheeks red. Fucked-out expression, as Suguru always says about Satoru’s face.
Once again Satoru realizes just how easily Suguru drives him crazy. Without thinking any more he grabs the other’s waist. “Turn over, darling”, he murmurs.
Suguru seems too tired to even question him. He just obeys, which after he opens his eyes and glances at Satoru over his shoulder. “What are you –“ he starts, but a low moan interrupts his sentence. “Ahh, Satoru, shit..!”
Satoru has two of his fingers inside Suguru again. They are so easy to move now compared to before. They get another moan out of Suguru, as Satoru presses them against his prostate, and his legs start shaking.
“Satoru, wait”, he pants and reaches to grab his wrist. “I just came, it’s… ha… too much…”
“Sorry, Sugu”, Satoru mutters and presses himself against him. He leans to his ear and licks it. “I want to fuck you once more. Can I?”
He can see Suguru’s ear getting red. As their eyes meet, Satoru notices his eyes being watery. “I’m not used to it like you are”, he says, breathing heavily. “… So be gentle.”
“Mmh”, Satoru hums.
He pulls his fingers out and soon replaces them with his cock. Suguru shuts his eyes and sighs, sounding both tired and pleased at the same time. He grips the sheets as Satoru slides deeper, easily and without resistance, his own come lubricating the way. Suguru’s hole still tightens around him, and he wails.
“You feel so good, Sugu, so warm and tight around me. Even though I just fucked you you’re still clenching around me. You’re so good for me, Suguru.” He pushes all the way inside, and Suguru moans lowly. “Is it good?”
“Yeah”, Suguru still answers him, doesn’t seem to get annoyed at his questions that keep going. “Your cock feels so good.”
Satoru smiles, drunkenly smile, and caresses Suguru’s waist with his hands. “Good. I want to make you feel good. That’s most important to me. I love you so much, baby.”
Suguru just whines in response. Satoru watches the sweat drops on his back, the bun that has gotten loose. He reaches to move Suguru’s hair out of the way and then leans closer to lick the back of his neck, making him shiver. He mutters something that Satoru doesn’t catch on.
“What, darling?” he asks.
“Harder”, Suguru repeats. “Fuck me harder. Please.”
Satoru smiles and straightens up. “Who’s being obedient now?” he says, thrusting his whole cock inside Suguru, who moans.
“Fuck you”, Suguru blurts out.
“Other way around now.”
Before Suguru can complain about his poor joke, Satoru starts moving faster, and Suguru buries his face into the pillow, moaning on it. It still makes Satoru proud of himself. It probably never will not, at least Suguru still looks proud after ten years whenever he makes Satoru a mess.
It doesn’t take long to Satoru already feel close again. “Suguru, Suguru”, he pants. “Gonna cum…”
He starts to pull back when Suguru’s hand rushes towards him and grabs the first thing it reaches, it being Satoru’s hip. “No no no”, he mutters against the pillow, which after he turns his head and looks at Satoru. “Cum inside.”
Satoru almost does at the same second, but he manages to stop himself. “What? Did you like it that much?” He can’t help but smirk. “Do you want to be filled up again by my cum, Sugu?”
Suguru doesn’t bother to lie. “Yes”, he answers and grasps Satoru’s hip tighter. “Spill all your cum in me, Sato, I love it.”
His words do it to Satoru. He grabs Suguru’s waist tighter and fastens his pace again, pulling a surprised sound out of his partner.
“Ah, Satoru, fuck, fuck, Satoru!” he moans, arching his back and instinctively thrusting his hips back against the other. “Oh my God, Satoru, just like that, please, please, keep going, just like th- Ahh!”
Satoru might place a curse on his husband right there and then, as he watches him lose his words, become just a mess under him – again.
I’ll never let go of him. I’ll never let anyone else see him like this. I would rather kill him than let anyone else have him.
His thoughts aren’t rational at any level, but he can’t think rationally at the moment. All he sees, hears, smells and feels is Suguru.
Suguru.
Suguru. Suguru. Suguru.
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“Satoru.”
Suguru.
“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, fuck – Satoru!”
Suguru isn’t any better than me, Satoru realizes as he snaps out of his thoughts. If he only sees Suguru, obsessively, it’s just the same for the other.
“Satoru, making me cum, Satoru, I – ahh..!”
Suguru starts shaking at the same moment Satoru does, spilling all of his come inside him for the second time.
“Suguru, shit, you feel so good, Sugu”, Satoru sobs, his hips still rocking and hitting on Suguru. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Suguru whines as his body twitches, sucking Satoru dry. “Me too. I love you, Satoru, I love you more than anything.”
Suddenly Satoru feels like crying.
As their climaxes wander off and their bodies calm down, they both just stay still and try to catch their breaths. Eventually Satoru pulls out slowly and then collapses next to Suguru. He wraps his arm around him, and they just lay there in silence for a good while.
Finally Suguru swallows and opens his eyes. “Fuck.”
Satoru smiles and then chuckles. “Fuck.”
“We should do that again sometime.”
Satoru looks at his husband. Their breaths have finally calmed down. “Yeah. Let’s not wait another ten years for the next time.”
“Deal.” Suguru places his hand on Satoru’s arm and caresses it with his fingers. “Thank you. I think I needed that today.”
“Are you seriously thanking me for sex?” Satoru sounds amused.
“You deserve it after sex like that.” Suguru pinches Satoru’s arm, making him whine a little. “Seriously. It made my head go totally blank.”
“You’re welcome.” Satoru kisses Suguru’s nose. He can tell what this is about. “Want to talk about your mission?”
Suguru doesn’t answer. It’s not a yes, but not a no either. Satoru knows he needs a moment to collect himself before talking. Satoru kisses his face all over until he shoves his face away, and Satoru laughs a little.
“Well, what’s your next goal now that you have topped me?”
Satoru chuckles. “I don’t know. Topping Kento?”
“In your dreams. I think Yu is the only person who can do that.”
Satoru laughs, and Suguru smiles at him, grabbing his chin and kissing his face all over in return. Satoru feels like he may explode from the happiness. Eventually Suguru’s lips lower to his neck, and he kisses it a few times before just resting his face against it.
“There was a girl. About same age Nanako and Mimiko were when I found them. I managed to save her, but…”
Satoru hugs Suguru tighter. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Suguru kisses Satoru’s neck again. “Don’t be.”
They stay quiet for a long time. Finally Satoru grabs Suguru’s chin and raises his head a little. He pecks his lips. “Thank you, Suguru.”
“For what?”
“For choosing me. Over and over again.”
Suguru stays quiet for a while. “Do you think there is some universe where I didn’t?”
“Mmh…” Satoru presses his face against Suguru’s neck, enjoying his scent and his soft skin. “Nope. We couldn’t exist without each other.”
Suguru stays quiet again. Satoru can feel the pulse on his neck, and he just can’t imagine life where he couldn’t be right here, in Suguru’s warmth.
“You wouldn’t have chosen me.” Satoru didn’t expect Suguru’s next words. “If I had left. You would have stayed in Jujutsu High.”
“Yeah.” There is no point in lying. “But I would never stop loving you, Suguru. No matter what you did, how much I would like to hate you, I would never not love you.”
Suguru raises his hand to Satoru’s cheek. He moves his fingers slowly all over his face, feeling every spot. Satoru knows he’s grounding himself, reminding why he’s here. He used to do it more often before, but nowadays there is rarely a need to. Satoru grabs his hand and kisses the ring on his finger.
“What would I do without you?” he mutters, leaving Suguru’s hand resting on his cheek.
“Survive”, Suguru answers, caressing Satoru’s skin with his thumb.
“Maybe, but I would miss you every second.” Satoru closes his eyes and presses his forehead on Suguru’s own. “You’re my biggest weakness. But also my greatest strength.”
Suguru inhales slowly and deeply. “Because we are made for each other.”
“Because we are made for each other.” Satoru opens his eyes again. “And we will be together, forever.”
Suguru smiles a little, warm smile at him. “Even after death?”
“Even after death.”
“Well, nothing is impossible for us.”
“Yeah.” Satoru smiles back at his husband. “Because we are the strongest together.”