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If anyone asks, Suguru is a good boy. He's a model student, a good friend, he's helpful and polite and proper. He helps his kohai when they need help and he’s a good friend. He always apologizes to people on Satoru’s behalf too, and he makes sure Satoru gets to classes on time at least half the week, and he carries around a lighter for when Shoko inevitably loses her.
He's a good boy!
This is so unlike me , he thinks to himself, brow furrowed, fingering himself open and biting his fist to stop himself from moaning. His door is locked, his phone is on silent, everyone else is busy or away, but Suguru’s still desperately tense, struggling with the constant feeling of guilt he gets whenever he does this. He doesn't masturbate like this often because he often doesn't get the time, but it's his favorite thing ever. He's learned that he can get two or three fingers inside himself and press, it'll just feel full in a way that's so satisfying . If it's not enough, he'll just grab the hairbrush on the nightstand and masturbate with the handle.
Suguru thinks he should probably just give in and buy a sex toy already. Just swallow his pride and get a dildo he can ride. He's tried going to the sex shop once, but he got completely overwhelmed by all the choices so he just left empty handed. Maybe he also felt a little like all the dildos he was looking at were judging him - realistically he’s beginner level virgin, only ever fingering himself and putting in skinny hairbrush handles, but tiny plastic dicks were so sad .
And the toys that Suguru wanted to try out were the big ones, the 6+ inch cocks that were long and girth and made him feel shy when he saw them. Suguru wanted one of those, the intimidating ones that looked like they would stretch him out nice and good, beyond anything he could achieve with just his fingers.
Ugh .
And lately it's been getting harder and harder to get off like this too. He just needs more. His dick is hard and resting along his stomach, leaking precum, but Suguru doesn’t really like jerking it much - maybe because whenever he watches pornos, he likes to imagine himself as the girl that gets ravaged, moaning aesthetically with tears down blushed cheeks and messy long dark hair, and nameless, faceless strangers that spread his thighs apart and force pleasure onto him.
He’s a good boy, so he’s not supposed to want any of that, but all the fantasies he has revolve around it. Handsome stranger with a big dick that manhandles him roughly and confidently and says, “I know what you what you need” and kisses him before he even gets to protest about it, oh, and he’d smirk confidently at Suguru as he fucked him and …
“Suguruuu why is your door locked…”
Satoru just fucking teleports into his room. And honestly it takes both of them a second to process it, Satoru just stares at him, he stares at Satoru. Satoru’s mouth is agape. Suguru feels paralyzed.
“Oh.”
Suguru throws the hairbrush at him and screams.
“Get out - get out, get out, get out - leave - ”
He feels himself burning up, closes his eyes and hopes the ground will swallow him up, feels tears burning in his eyes.
“Your door was closed, you weren’t answering your phone, I wanted to talk to you, I’m sorry - ”
“I hate you, I hate you, get out - ”
Suguru tries to curl into himself to shield his naked body, but he’s so upset and ashamed and distressed that his legs get tangled up in the sheets and he can’t properly move. He sobs, frustrated, and the tears he was struggling to keep at bay race down over his cheeks and he puts his hands over his face to hide himself.
“Don’t cry! Oh my god, fuck, Suguru - don’t cry!!”
Satoru’s never seen him distressed before and he has no idea how to react to it. Satoru is brilliant, in general, but he’s dumb as bricks when it comes to social interaction and he has no idea how to even begin comforting someone else, so he panics. His first instinct is to shout at Suguru to stop crying, but he’s so distressed at the sight of Suguru’s tears that his voice breaks a little.
“Fuck, stop crying, I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have come, please stop crying, I’m sorry - ”
But it’s really no use to try, because Suguru’s just feeling too vulnerable and ashamed of himself.
He already thinks poorly of himself because of the type of fantasies he has, and Satoru is so important to him that he really can’t stand the thought of him seeing him like that - what if Satoru thinks less of him now, what if he’ll make fun of Suguru, what if -
The bed dips as Satoru climbs next to him and grabs his wrists, pulls them away from his face. Suguru gasps at how forceful he’s being, and tries to turn his head to the side, eyes shut close.
“Satoru, just leave, go - ”
“No,” Satoru says stubbornly, and headbutts him, bumps his forehead against Suguru’s, pushes his nose against Suguru’s, “Now stop crying and look at me.”
Suguru is so stunned by the gesture, the closeness, the way Satoru’s so serious all of a sudden, and how he can feel Satoru’s breath on his lips, it shocks him out of his crying fit and makes him blink, lashes heavy with salt. Satoru’s face comes into focus, and Suguru’s always thought Satoru was handsome, but like this he’s actually a little mesmerized by all the shades of blue in Satoru’s eyes. And Satoru’s jaw is so stubbornly set, his lower lip jutting out even as he rubs his nose against Suguru’s from side to side.
“I’m sorry. I can’t stand to see you crying. It’s terrible.”
Suguru sniffs and pulls his hand out of Satoru’s grip to wipe at his eyes and nose. He nods but doesn’t say anything, not really trusting his voice. Satoru leans back a little and looks at him, like really looks at him and Suguru thinks that’s really fucking awkward since he’s only dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and he’s got lube drying on his thighs and Satoru’s still way too close for comfort.
They sit in silence for a few seconds, and Suguru shuffles a little because he’s feeling a little too sensitive about everything and he really should ask Satoru to leave, but then -
“Would it make you feel better if I showed you my dick?”
“ Excuse me?”
“I saw you naked. You’re feeling really awkward about it. So I guess, I can show you my dick too to make you feel better.”
Satoru makes it seems shockingly simple that Suguru can’t really counter it quickly, so before he knows it Satoru gets up from the bed and unbuckles his belt, unzips his uniform pants and -
“Satoru, you don’t have to - ” Suguru says hurriedly, but it’s too late because Satoru’s already pushed down his pants and boxers and…
Woah .
Suguru’s eyes go a little wide, because… dick .
Satoru’s dick. Right in his face.
OhmygodSatoru'sdick
Suguru raises his hands to put them over his face but he doesn’t actually do it, instead he just keeps them next to his face. He stares at Satoru’s cock and he really shouldn’t even be this interested, it’s just cock, but… it’s just so big and thick even though Satoru’s not hard.
What the hell? Most men don’t have that much dick hard , and Satoru’s walking around with a floppy beer can of a dick between his legs at all times, no wonder he acts like such a fucking asshole. Does it get bigger when he’s hard? How does he have enough blood to get that sort of dick hard without fainting? Should Suguru be concerned? Does Satoru get light headed when he has an erection?
This must be it, the reason why Satoru’s always acting like a moron - his brain is poorly oxygenated because his blood is so often just in his dick.
And just as he’s thinking that - well, since he’s looking at him so intensely, the veins on Satoru’s cock look so much tenser, and he notices Satoru’s cock twitching. Like it’s saying hello to him.
Suguru blinks a couple of times and looks up at Satoru’s face, and finds him uncharacteristically splotchy bright red and embarrassed, looking to the side and not saying anything. Seeing that Satoru’s not exactly unaffected by the whole thing either, Suguru shuffles a little closer and reaches out to touch it, but then stops halfway through and thinks better of it. He wants to take his hand back, but Satoru’s fingers squeeze on his wrist again and pull him forward.
“Satoru! What are you doing? Let go!”
Suguru’s voice comes out whiny, and Satoru rolls his eyes.
“If you wanna touch it, you can just touch it, ya know? Here - ”
And Satoru just - puts Suguru’s palm on his cock without any fuss or reservation, and keeps his hand there. Suguru gasps as he touches it, feels Satoru’s soft pubes and the root of his cock under his palm, all hot , and bites his lower lip in nervousness and he applies a little pressure and he lets his own fingers squeeze around the base. And he swears he feels Satoru react to his touch immediately, because his cock tenses and Suguru feels it under his touch.
It makes him a little more bold, just to be able to feel Satoru’s cock in his hand, and he runs his hand gently down his shaft once. He has to hold Satoru’s cock with one hand around the base and touch it gently and curiously with the other - running his fingers up and down the veins, enjoying how it fills up, gently touching the foreskin and pulling it back just a little to reveal the pink cockhead. It’s the same flush, dusty shade of pink that Satoru’s lips are, like the tip of his tongue is too. Suguru thinks it’s kinda cute and he leans forward to look at it better, but he hears Satoru’s breath gasp so he stops suddenly.
He blinks and lets go of Satoru’s cock too, and shuffles back on his bed and crosses his hands over his chest.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this, should we?” he says, and huffs.
“ Heeeh ?”
He sighs. That reaction is so typical of Satoru.
“You should really put your pants back on. It’s more embarrassing if you keep your dick out like that, especially now - ” Suguru glances at it and realizes Satoru’s almost fully hard, and oh god, he’s like a grower and a shower at the same time, his cock is so fucking big and it’s bobbing menacingly in front of Suguru, and it makes Suguru’s mouth water and makes him blink fast and look away. He stumbles over his words a little too but he recovers quickly and doubles down on it, “ESPECIALLY now that it’s like that.”
Satoru makes a frustrated noise, gritted teeth and set jaw and everything.
“Are you messing with me? You’re really gonna act like that now?”
And Suguru thinks they’re gonna fight again and he’s getting ready for that, but instead, Satoru puts his hands on his shoulders and pushes him on the bed, taking him completely by surprise. The air gets knocked out of his lungs as looks up, dazed, staring at Satoru’s handsome, angry face, all red and frowning.
“You're the most frustrating thing I’ve ever met. You’re worse than anyone else I’ve ever met,” Satoru says, shaking him a little, messing up Suguru’s hair more. He’s kneeling between Suguru’s spread thighs, his knee between Suguru, his hard cock still hard and hanging so that Suguru can feel it touching his stomach from how Satoru’s sitting on top of him.
Oh shit, he misread this situation. Didn’t anticipate this.
“Satoru - ” he whines, because he’s being so forceful , and it’s making Suguru feel heated everywhere, so he turns his head to the side and Satoru grabs his chin and forces his lips to pucker, turns Suguru’s face towards him.
“You’re a fucking tease. Everyday you bat your lashes at me and you flirt with me - ”
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do! You’re always flirting! And you expect me to treat you like you’re my girlfriend and do things for you, and you were eyeing me like that and drooling over my dick - ”
“I was not!”
“Shut up, you were ,” Satoru gives him a little smack over his meaty thigh, “You were totally eyeing it, and you want to get me hard and then what? Send me away? Now that I know what you do when you’re in here with your door locked?”
“Don’t bring that up, it’s none of your business, it’s not - ”
But then, Satoru bends down over him and kisses him forcefully, mid-sentence, and presses his whole body on top of Suguru and he’s so shocked that he can’t even close his eyes or protest or anything. He can’t move, and his body melts into the mattress, like some weird type of fever settling over him and making him heat up from the inside. Satoru licks over his lips and pushes his thumb into his jaw, forcing his mouth to open so his tongue curls around Suguru’s.
Ah, he’s never been kissed like this before and he has no idea what he’s doing, so he just lets Satoru do whatever he wants and tries to respond a little, tip of his tongue licking over Satoru’s, but that just makes him so much bolder . Satoru moans as he kisses him and pushes his tongue in and out of Suguru’s mouth, and it’s really sloppy and gets saliva dripping down the side of his mouth.
When Satoru pulls away from him, he still has his tongue out a little and there’s a string of spit connecting them. It looks so lewd that Suguru feels his chest pounding. Satoru puts a hand on his chest and gropes him, thumb over his nipple and digging into his pecs roughly, dragging down on his side and over his waist.
Satoru grabs him by the hip and caresses his hipbone, and Satoru’s long, thick dick settles right next to Suguru’s. It’s pointless to deny he’s horny, he’s hard again and leaking over his own stomach - he was already so pent up and horny before, and he didn’t get to cum in so long, and Satoru just triggered something inside him and…and…
“Fuck. Fuck . Look at you, you’re so fucking pretty. Suguru’s cute little dick is leaking everywhere.”
Satoru pinches the head of Suguru’s dick and gets his fingers all sticky and gooey. He uses his moist fingers to twist Suguru’s nipples and make him arch off the bed, moaning before he can stop himself, closing his eyes. His hips raise involuntarily and his cock grinds into Satoru’s, and feeling the heat and the hardness of him makes him dizzy with want.
“I can’t believe you thought I’d just leave after seeing you finger yourself like a slut. You obviously want dick, why didn’t you ever ask me? I’m hurt.”
“I’m not - ” Suguru tries to protest weakly, grabbing hold of the pillow under his head, “Not a slut.”
Satoru grins at him like the devil.
“You’re gonna be slut if I turn you into one, Suguru,” he says, holding Suguru’s hips up with a hand under his ass and his fingers circling Suguru’s hole, “I’ll turn you into a cockslut by the end of the week, scout’s honor.”
His hole clenches when he hears that, and he feels his dick twitching against his stomach.
“Satoru…stop being so nasty!”
“Hmmm, whatever you say,” he pushes two fingers inside Suguru and goes directly for his prostate, twisting them around and curling, aggressively stimulating him and making him sob. It feels so much different when it’s someone else doing it, it’s better but it’s so exposed, lacks any sort of control, feels like he’s completely at Satoru’s mercy, “How do you wanna fuck? On your back or from behind?”
Suguru can’t talk. He’s holding his arm over his eyes and moaning, a thin string of drool on the corner of his mouth and tears gathering in his eyes again. Feels too much. Too vulnerable.
“Come on - I’m being nice and letting you pick.”
“ Whatever - ” Suguru answers, pushing himself into Satoru’s fingers, trying to hide his pleasure from the frustrating boy pushing it onto him.
Satoru lets go of him and pulls his fingers out. Suguru cries out in frustration before he muffles it with his forearm, but Satoru takes his arm and pins it to the bed, grabs Suguru’s hair and forces him to look at him. And Satoru’s face looks - oddly serious, like he’s searching for something on Suguru’s features, like he wants some confirmation he knows he’s not getting from words.
Suguru’s eyes are wet and he knows his cheeks are red, still streaked with dried up tears from earlier, and his hair is a mess and he bit his lips till they’re probably bruised. Satoru kisses him deeply and unhurriedly, tongue in his mouth and lips against each other.
“You’re so cute,” Satoru whispers against his lips, “I’ll fuck you missionary because I wanna see your face.”
“Okay,” Suguru mutters, overwhelmed as Satoru takes one of the pillows from the bed and slides it under the small of his back. He spreads Suguru’s legs apart as far as they will go and settles between them, but before he gets comfortable, Satoru reaches for him, scruffs him by the nape of his neck and makes him sit up, forcing his spine inward so that he can see between them.
“Spit on it,” Satoru says, holding onto his own dick and slapping it against Suguru’s lewdly.
Suguru makes a whiney, mewling noise as Satoru pushes his head lower, forcing him to bend down.
“You have to get it nice and wet so I can fuck you with it, come on. Spit on it.”
And Suguru looks up, gathers moisture in his mouth and then lets it drip from between his lips, puts out his tongue too and Satoru shoves his fingers in his mouth and hooks them against his cheek to get as much out as he can. It all drips over his lips and onto Satoru’s cock and when he’s satisfied with it, Satoru takes Suguru’s hand and puts it on his cock, encouraging him to spread it all over. His hand is in Suguru’s hair and he kisses him too as Suguru tentatively strokes him.
“Okay, okay, give me your leg, let me just - ” Satoru hooks his arm under Suguru’s knee and drags him forward, “Help me position it, yeah - just like that..”
Satoru keeps his legs spread and Suguru positions the tip of his cock against his entrance and drags it a little up and down, teasing himself with it. He licks his lips, a little excited.
“Deep breath, yeah? Ready?” Satoru asks, and Suguru looks at him and nods quickly, “ Good boy .”
Satoru pushes inside him slooowly , forcing him to feel every inch, the way his rim swallows his cock and Suguru’s walls are forced to loosen to accommodate the huge length and girth of him. It aches and burns, but it feels really fucking good too and he forces himself to bear down on it.
When it's too much, he keens and Satoru pulls out completely, and kisses him before spearing him in his cock again.
“Wait! Wait, Satoru. You're so big.
“Yeah, but you can take it, right? You can take it for me.”
Suguru bites his lip.
“Just be gentle,” he moans, and Satoru smirks as he pushes inside him again. He holds his breath until he’s fully inside, all of it, Satoru’s balls resting flush against his ass and his cock seated firmly inside Suguru’s hole.
Suguru digs his nails in Satoru’s biceps and throws his head back. He can’t help but moan when he feels it. The stretch is like nothing else he’s ever felt, and his inside contract and clench around Satoru helplessly. He feels the muscles in his belly tense, the pressure feels crazy.
“Shit, shit you’re so tight, you’re so good,”
Satoru’s thrusts are short and deep at first, still holding Suguru’s leg up as he fucks into him. His short, messy hair is sticking to his forehead, and his abs are flexing under his skin as he drives into Suguru, the V of his hips so obvious, veins showing as he tenses with the effort.
The bed creaks under them and the headboard is banding against the wall. Their bodies smack together to make a soft, slapping sound, punctuated by Suguru’s high pitched noises and Satoru’s growly, scratchy groans.
“Fuck - Suguru’s slutty little hole is sucking me in so good. So hungry for my cock.”
Suguru wants to protest and say no, he’s not like that, nice boys like him are not supposed to be this horny, but he feels delirious with pleasure. He’s moaning like the cockslut Satoru promised him he’d be by the end of the week, feeling the way. He feels Satoru’s cock driving deep inside his insides, and Suguru’s own cock is bobbing in the same rhythm, bouncing in time with Satoru’s thrust and hitting against his abdomen, spreading cum everywhere.
“I wanna make you cum,” Satoru’s wild on pleasure, feral grin on his face as he presses the butt of his palm against Suguru’s cock roughly, “I wanna make you cum, ugh,” he puts Suguru’s leg over his shoulder and turn around to kiss his shin, bite the meat of his calf.
Satoru fucks the orgasm out of him so hard, he cums all over himself and it splatters all over his chest and belly. It’s so intense he can’t even shout, his mouth just hangs open wordlessly and he shakes. He’s floating. Satoru keeps plowing into him until he’s tearing up, until he finishes himself off in Suguru’s ass.
Satoru’s cock gets even bigger and harder when he’s close to cumming, and even as fucked out as he is, Suguru can still feel the way it twitches when he cums, shooting his load inside him. And Satoru groans when he finishes, it’s such a raw sound, and the way his cock feels so hot as he’s pumping him full of his seed…it makes Suguru sigh in pleasure, content. He loves the way his ass pulses around him.
He’s disappointed when Satoru pulls out.
“You slutty fucking tease, are you satisfied now? Do you feel good? Milking my cock dry like that…”
“Satoru, no, you made a mess inside me,” he pouts at him, teary eyed and feeling the way Satoru’s cum drips from his hole. He’s been completely ruined, but the thought of that sends a languid shiver through him, making his nipples hard and hypersensitive. “Hmm, Satoru’s nasty.”
In response, Satoru laughs, and bites one of Suguru’s nipples hard.
“ Ah !”
“You like me nasty.”
“No, I don't.”
“Yeah, you do, shut up.”
Satoru turns him to the side and grabs his ass, hands on both his cheeks and spreading them apart until Suguru feels his hole stretch again, pliant and relaxed under all the attention.
“Satoru, don't look at it, that's…”
“But it’s cute, my cum's dripping out of it,” and then he spits on it directly and plays with Suguru rim. He fingers him again slowly, finds his poor, abused prostate and runs gentle fingers over it, teasing.
“ Satoruuu ~”
Instead of stopping, Satoru leans down and bites his ass hard. Hard enough to bruise.
“Hey, Suguru. You wanna do it again?”
“ Again ?”
“I'll let you ride it if you want!”
Maybe he doesn't have to invest in a sexy toy after all. Satoru seems enthusiastic about fulfilling that role.
