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Gojo Satoru is not gay. He’s not .
He likes tits and asses, and long fucking legs and curvy. Long hair and pretty faces. He’s never liked men ever - and he should know, he’s been in some kind of sports his whole life, from wrestling to basketball, and now he’s in a fucking frat house.
There’s naked dudes around him at all times. His best friend Sukuna is allergic to wearing shirts. If he were fucking gay, he’d know already, but actually the opposite! He gets the heebies jeebies from seeing dicks flop around in the locker room and he likes eating pussy! Like really genuinely enjoys it!
But no one in the world sucks his dick better than Geto Suguru, and Satoru thinks this is monstrously unfair.
Supposedly, the gods give everyone some sort of talent or blessing when they're born. Satoru’s lucky because he’s two meters tall, handsome like a pop idol, he’s athletic, a genius in physics and his dick is huge. He got money and charms too, and he’s popular enough that everyone's willing to let him get away with shit.
And then, there's people like Geto Suguru - he’s pretty and sweet and he smells good, but the best thing out of the whole package is that he’s got a mouth made for sucking cock. His tongue is pierced too, for extra added bonus, and he lets Satoru fuck his face like he’s a toy.
Said Geto Suguru is currently on his knees in front of him, his long hair wrapped around Satoru fist as he moves his mouth up and down his cock. There’s drool running down his chin and down his chest, his mascara and eyeliners dripping down his chest. Suguru lets Satoru go to town on his throat the way you only see in PornHub videos you pay for - none of that free stuff, but the high quality production shit you need to pull out the credit card for.
Suguru looks up at him with his pretty Disney princess eyes and it makes him wanna cum on the spot.
“Jesus, babe, you're such a good cocksucker.”
Whenever Satoru groans out praises, Suguru moans around his cock and it sends tight pressure straight to his balls. Suguru gets really into sucking cock too, because he plays with his nipples and jerks himself off while he blows Satoru. Sometimes, if he's desperate enough, he grinds his cock against Satoru’s leg a bit.
Satoru's really not a fan of dicks, but there’s something hot about someone getting so much into pleasing him that he'll be willing to rub against his leg just to get some relief. Suguru never asked him to touch him back since he knows Satoru’s straight, but it’s still hot to see it. Maybe because whenever he gets his dick in Suguru’s mouth, his brain just short circuits and suddenly everything is hot.
“Ugh - I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum - ” and Suguru just hums in response, pleased, and that makes him lose his shit. Grabs onto Suguru’s hair with both hands and fucks his mouth deep, hips pistoning, balls smacking against Suguru’s chin, drenched with spit. His stomach tightens and thrusts forward hard, shooting his load down Suguru’s throat with a roar. Suguru’s eyes roll back and his eyelashes flutter from it, his nose buried in Satoru’s pubes, Satoru’s hand keeping his head still while he cums.
Fuck.
And Suguru just fucking takes it, swallows it all like a good girl, best girl ever, his throat working to take in all of Satoru’s cum without spilling a drop.
“That’s it, Suguru-chan, swallow everything,” he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.
Suguru even keeps his dick in his mouth afterwards, suckles on it like a kitten just to get him down from his high gently. Swirling his tongue over the cockhead. Massaging it with his lips. Just keeping it inside, warm and wet and comfy, like his dick gets to snuggle inside Suguru’s pretty mouth after he fucked it.
Feels like his dick is getting worshiped. It's literally the kind of stuff men dream about.
“Show me your mouth, babe.”
Suguru pulls away from his cock, his lips all bruised and swollen, and he opens his mouth wide and puts out his tongue to show how empty it is. And Satoru can't help himself, so he sucks on his teeth and spits on Suguru tongue only for him to just swallow it . Just like that. Satoru groans.
Fucking kinky slut
If Suguru were a woman, king Arthur himself wouldn't be able to pull Satoru’s Excalibur cock out of her cunt. He'd breed a whole football team with Girlguru, if only she existed.
“Where the hell do I find a girl that sucks cock like you do?” He complains, putting a forearm over his eyes and letting his head back on the headrest of the couch. “Don't you have a sister or something?”
“I'm an only child, I'm afraid.”
Suguru gets up smoothly from between Satoru’s legs and goes to take the first bottle he finds on the table. Since they're in Satoru’s bedroom at his frat house, it's an open bottle of vodka that one of the guys left there the night before after their Tekken tournament. Satoru doesn’t drink, but he lives in a frat house, so alcohol is more readily available than water.
Suguru doesn’t have any qualms about it, though. He pulls out the stopper with his teeth and takes three big gulps of it. The last one he moves around in his mouth and asks to make a face when he swallows. Satoru watches him enthralled.
“You need to eat more fruit,” he says, looking at Satoru while wiping his mouth.
“What? Why?”
“Your cum tastes like battery acid. This is why your girlfriend won't blow you.”
Ouch .
Cruel.
“Not true. She just doesn't suck dick on principle.”
Suguru snorts and combs his fingers through his hair to smooth it out of his face. He ties it up into a messy ponytail, and goes to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He uses one of the extra toothbrushes Satoru keeps around for when he has girls overnight.
Suguru is kinda like a girl, if only you ignore the dick. And Satoru only ever fucks his face, he never really comes into real contact with dick and balls. Usually Suguru gets himself off in the bathroom, or he cums while he blows him, and Satoru’s too out of his mind to care.
Satoru hears the shower running and wonders if Suguru is jerking off or just washing himself off. He frowns to himself, looking up at the ceiling
Satoru noticed Suguru on his first few days on campus. They shared some classes, and passed each other in the hallway. Suguru was the kind of guy that you don’t really see in the private boarding schools Satoru previously attended - those places were full of old money preppy shit, everyone clean cut and no hair out place.
Meanwhile, Suguru had long hair, gauges, and piercings on his face. He wore dark makeup around his eyes like a visual kei wannabe and a thin black choker around his throat, but he was a scholarship student despite not looking like one. Karasu Zoku black and baggy clothes, and obviously he cared about his look, but he looked cool in a way that kinda fascinated Satoru.
He was used to a different kind of guy, really, and Suguru just didn't really clock on his radar as a guy at all, like Satoru’s brain was a pokedex and he was encountering a new shiny type out in the wilderness. Unknown shiny. Ghost type. Geto Suguru.
He kept staring at him, whenever he was around. Glancing at him and his swishing black ponytail. Satoru remembers being overcome with an intense urge he hadn't felt since primary school, to walk up to that swishing ponytail and just pull at it. Just to see what would happen.
He ignored it though. It was silly.
Sometimes he thought Suguru stared at him too. He didn’t think much of that. Satoru was used to getting attention. He’s handsome like that. Of course Suguru would stare. He pretty much assumed that Suguru was gay the second he saw him, so of course he would be checking out Satoru, right? He wasn’t the kind of straight guy that got freaked up from male attention! He was confident enough in his sexuality, after all, and he was so used to people fawning over him, it would be weird if others didn’t .
Then, one evening, he and Suguru end up being the only people in the same part of the library. Suguru’s studying for a midterm, Satoru’s researching a project for his Quantum Mechanics class. They should have both been minding their own business, but instead - Satoru keeps feeling Suguru’s eyes on him, staring at him, so he does the only rational thing - gets the book he’s reading and moves over to Suguru’s table.
Satoru pulls the chair in front of him, turns it to the side and sits on it, legs spread casually and arm over the back of the chair. Suguru looks up from his book, blinking.
“Hi. What’cha reading?” He asks, big grin, and Suguru just wordlessly shows him the cover of his book. “Essence of a Novel” by Tsubouchi Shōyō . “Makes sense that you’re a lit student,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Suguru asks. Eyebrow piercing. Bangs in his eyes. Satoru laughs.
“You look like someone that would read Dazai for fun.”
“Can I help you with anything?”
“Yeah, actually,” he crosses his arms on the table and then leans forward, getting into Suguru’s space, “Why the fuck do you keep staring at me like you wanna suck my dick?”
And Satoru expects a lot of different reactions, really. What he doesn’t expect is Suguru’s answer.
“Do you want me to suck your dick?”
????
“What?”
“You keep staring at me too. Is it because you want me to suck your dick?”
????
“I’m not gay.”
“So you’re not interested?”
The thing is - Satoru doesn’t get his dick sucked often. He’s been with a lot of girls before, but his dick is like really fucking huge - huge enough that a lot of them just flat out tell him no from the start, or they give toothy fucking blowjobs, or they suck on the tip a little and call it a day. He’s never gotten a proper blowjob where someone sucked him from tip to root and long enough to get him to cum in their mouths, and he really, really fucking wants that.
Suguru looks at him with a smirk on his face. Like he’s waiting for Satoru to start being outraged or back away.
“My dick’s really big, though,” he says seriously, but his face breaks into the biggest, nastiest grin ever, showing off his dimples. “I don’t think you can handle it. What if it’s too big for you?”
It’s the sort of line he’d never say to a girl, he’d get slapped for sure, but he can say it like this. And Suguru thinks he’s a homophobic coward that’s gonna be scared off by some teasing, puh-lease. And it works, because Suguru looks like he’s surprised by the response, but then he decides to play into it.
“I don’t think you’re that big. I don't think it's big at all, actually. Guys like you all talk.” Suguru rolls his eyes when he says it too, smirking. And it’s just shit talking, and maybe it’s not a good idea to play gay chicken with a gay dude, but whatever. Satoru likes trash talking, and it’s fun to bounce off someone new.
And if the trash talking is about his dick - well. Then that’s a challenge he’s willing to take head on.
Satoru’s proud of his dick! It’s the kind of dick that gets other guys in the locker room feeling intimidated! It’s the dick that won every single dick-measuring contest ever, whenever someone was brave enough to bring out the measuring tape!
“Bet you just like all the girls that I meet - talk big game about how capable you are, but start crying when you see dick like mine.”
“That’s what you think? That's big enough to make me cry?”
Suguru laughs at him, but he’s genuinely kinda mean about it, looking at Satoru with this mocking sort of edge that makes Satoru cock his head to the side to stare at him. He leans onto the table as well, closer to Satoru. Looks Satoru dead in the eye, talks in a low voice.
“Bet I can take you.”
And it really does something to him. Sparks through his cock.
Satoru should really get up from this fucking chair and leave. He's not fucking gay. He doesn't like dudes.
But Suguru with his long hair and elegant face and make-up - he's not really the same sort of dude that Sukuna is, or coach Yaga. He's not like the smelly neckbeards in his physics classes either, he smells nice . And mouths are mouths, right? There's nothing really gendered about a pretty mouth sucking you off.
Satoru’s probably just being extra horny. The girl he’s been seeing lately isn't much of a lay.
“Deal,” he says, slapping his hands on the table and grinning, “let's go.”
“Seriously? You’re that easy?”
“How are you gonna offer to suck me off and then call me the easy one?”
Suguru just shrugs, probably agreeing with him. He gets up from his chair and motions for Satoru to follow him to the bathroom, where he locks the door and pushes Satoru against it too fast for him to get any doubts.
He gets on his knees smoothly and unbuckles Satoru’s belt with one hand, unbuttons his pants and pulls down his zipper. He looks up at Satoru with those pretty fox eyes, framed by thick lashes and heavy with mascara and eyeliner, and he opens Satoru’s pants and pulls them down his thigh. Instantly he presses forward and puts his cheek against his cock, rubbing his face against it. He cups a hand over it too, massaging him. Makes Satoru’s dick twitch and Suguru feels it so he smirks, mouths at him and blows hot air through his boxers. Satoru swallows thickly.
He thought that maybe it'd be hard to get it up for him, but man -
“Let's see what you're bragging with, pretty boy.”
He pulls down Satoru’s boxers to stare at it, and his dick is already half mast, and Suguru looks at it a little stunned.
Hah !
“Told you.”
Suguru smiles, though, and grabs his cock by the base with one hand and fondles his balls with the other. Satoru’s cock is rapidly swelling in his hand, and Suguru licks it once from base to tip and pulls back his foreskin, swirling his tongue around the tip as he runs his black painted nails delicately through Satoru’s white pubes. It just makes him shudder.
“God, look at you -” Suguru says, addressing Satoru’s dick and not Satoru himself, “You’re like a grower and a shower at the same time, I’m genuinely impressed. Not all men lie about their dick size.”
There’s really no need to stroke Satoru’s ego more than he’s already getting stroked (by Suguru’s firm, steady hand, soft warm, but knows how to handle him exceptionally well, frightening really.) Suguru slaps his dicks against his cheek and wet lips - oh God, that’s fucking hot .
“I don’t usually go all out on random hook-ups, but…” Suguru looks up at him, rubs his cheek against Satoru’s cock, lets precum drag over his cheekbones, “I’m gonna show off a little too.”
“What’s that supposed to me - Ahhh ! Fuck!”
Suguru swallows him in one movement. Just - the whole fucking thing. Tip , length, right down to the root, his dick just fucking disappears in Suguru’s mouth like it’s nothing, till his nose presses into Satoru’s crotch, blinking fast and trying to keep himself in check. He swallows and his throat contracts and Satoru swears he had no idea sex could feel this good.
He literally has no idea what happens next. Suguru sucks him off so good his head spins and his knees so weak, and he can't even keep his mouth shut. He just moans like a stupid fucking virgin and he cums down Suguru’s throat so hard, his knees almost buckle.
“If you were a girl, I’d marry you.” Satoru says, dazed and completely out of his mind, body tingling from the intensity of his orgasm and sighing deeply.
Suguru laughs at him and tucks his dick back in pants, even gives it a little kiss before packing it away.
“Thank god I’m not a girl, then,”
“I’m Satoru, by the way.”
Suguru laughs and gets up to his feet, straightening his hair and getting himself presentable again.
“I know who you are.” Suguru says, “I've seen you around. And you're some rising basketball star or physics prodigy, aren't you?”
“I'm both.” Satoru grins while confirming it.
He licks lips and looks at Suguru. He kinda wants to kiss him. Not because he really wants to kiss a guy, but more so because he feels like he has to, like it's polite to kiss someone after they suck your dick dry.
“I'll see you around, Satoru.”
Right. See you around.
No big deal.
They end up seeing each other around a lot. A lot. And each time, it's like they trip over each other and Satoru’s cock magically ends up in Suguru’s mouth.
It's like “ oooh, such nice weather we're having - do you mind if you suck me off again ?” and he’s still dating the same girl even as Suguru’s throating him behind the Physics faculty building, and he feels kinda bad about it, but he also keeps telling himself it doesn't really count. It's not even really sex, is it? It's not really cheating as long as he's not planning on doing anything else with him, right? And he's not gay, for fuck's sake!
Suguru’s nice, though.
They end up talking about shit sometimes, like how Satoru spent his whole childhood in boarding schools in Europe and Suguru’s never been outside the country. Suguru asks him to talk to him in French or German because he likes how it sounds. They even end up playing Street Fighter at the arcade together and Satoru wins 3 out of 5, and like... It’s kinda fun.
Suguru gives him a hand job in the theater when they go to see Dune together. Satoru wins a game for the school's team and he sees Suguru in the crowd so afterwards he goes to say hello. They end up together in a storage closet together and Suguru sucks and licks his balls while Satoru jerks off against his face. He closes his eyes and puts out his tongue and lets Satoru shoot it on his face to ruin his makeup, as a reward for winning. Satoru thinks it's the hottest thing ever, and he asks him to take a picture afterwards too.
They don't kiss at all, not even once.
One time, he’s home with the guys playing Fifa, and it’s like 1:00 AM and his phone starts ringing.
“Who the hell’s calling you at this time? Are you getting a booty call?”
He rolls his eyes and goes to get his phone, sees Suguru’s name flashing on the screen and is intrigued.
“Satoruuuu~ what are you doing?”
He blinks. There’s loud music in the background too, loud enough that the guys hear it and Sukuna even turns to raise an eyebrow at him. Satoru goes to the hallway before actually talking to him.
“Suguru? Where are you? Why are you calling me this late?”
“ Oh you know - ” he sounds much too giggly and flirty. Either drunk or high or both. “ I was at a party and was thinking about you. ”
“Were you, now? How come?” he smiles to himself a little, leaning against the wall. He thinks it’s pretty cute that Suguru’s drunk ass thought to call him.
“Yeaaaaah. I just wanted to talk to you. Been feeling weird lately, and…. ’’ he sighs and Satoru hears him taking a drag of a cigarette, “ Nevermind .”
“Are you alone, Suguru?”
“I came here with some friends, but I’m not sure where they went. Probably lost them in the crowd.”
“Hmmm. Where are you? I’ll come get you and take you home.” He says, and already he’s pulling on his shoes and takes a hoodie.
Suguru calling him means he’s probably feeling pretty lonely, or just not feeling alright in general. They’re not really close enough to pull this kind of shit, but Satoru’s dealt with enough drunken girls calling him because they’re out and feeling a little lonely and wanted to talk to someone who wasn’t their friend. Suguru’s not a girl but - it’s similar
“You don’t have to come here, Satoru. It’s alright, I just wanted - ”
“Nonsense. Where are you? I wasn’t doing anything anyways. Send me your location.”
And Suguru doesn’t even try to protest that, just sends Satoru a pin with where he is, and it’s some night club that Satoru’s never heard of. Suguru didn’t seem like the partying type to him, but whatever, Satoru gets in his Porsche Carrera and goes to get him. When he gets there, he parks outside and tries to go inside. He argues with the bouncer that doesn’t want to let him in, because he says there’s a dress code, and Satoru has to bribe him to be let inside just so he can pick up Suguru.
The club itself is not the sort of place Satoru would ever willingly hang out in, but as far as clubs go, it’s better than what he’s seen before. It is one of those fancy, neon-y goth clubs with chandeliers and shit, and dramatic opera music mixed in with the EDM. The kind of place Lord Byron and Mary Shelley would hang out in if they were into the 2024 clubbing scene. The crowd’s mostly dressed in black, the girls wear petticoats, and there’s just too much high-effort make-up going on for him. Everyone seems to be wearing platforms up to the point where Satoru doesn’t actually seem THAT tall.
Suguru finds him first, bumping into him and pulling away from the dancefloor.
“Satoru? Wow, you actually - ” Suguru seems genuinely shocked that Satoru came to get him, even though he said he would.
“I said I’ll come pick you up, didn’t I? Did you think I’d leave you here all alone when I said I wouldn't?”
Suguru’s make up looks a little melted, and his hair is a mess, so Satoru grabs his hand and pulls him outside of the crowd.
“Did you have a coat? Do you have everything with you?”
“No coat. I have everything with me. We can just go.”
Once they’re outside, he breathes out deeply. He hates clubs, actually - Satoru’s eyes are really fucking sensitive and he gets headaches whenever he’s exposed to the bright, pulsing lights.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come get me, you know. You didn’t have to bother.” Suguru repeats, looking at him a little dazed - now that they’re out of that crowded, loud place, Satoru can see that his eyes look really red, and his eyeliner is all smudged around his eyes, like he’s been tearing up and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
Suguru wearing a black semi sheer top and it’s got all this “stylistic choice rips and holes” in it. Too long in the sleeves and dropping off one shoulder, and that stupid black choker that he always wears. Fucking black belt in deep throating, that’s what that choker is saying, but Satoru feels bad to thirst after someone inebriated. He’s not that sort of creeper. And Suguru’s even swaying a little too from it. Satoru sighs.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t doing anything anyways.”
There's a vending machine right outside the club, and Satoru puts an arm around Suguru’s shoulders and leads him there. He buys two bottles of water and gives one to Suguru.
“Drink this.” Suguru looks at him with an unreadable expression - like he’s both extremely endeared and about to cry at the same time. Satoru doesn’t really think anything of it because he’s been around emotional drunks a lot and he knows how to deal with them. “Drink slowly so you don’t make yourself sick, but drink it. Tell me where you like too, I’m gonna take you to your dorm.”
Suguru drinks his bottle of water in small, delicate sips, and then gives Satoru instructions on where to take him.
“I can’t believe you drive a car like this,” Suguru comments as he gets into the passenger seat of Satoru’s Carrera, “actually I do. I should have expected you to drive some flashy rich boy car.”
“What can I say? I’m a flashy rich boy, Sugu-chan.”
Suguru laughs. The car window is pulled down and his hair is loose so the breeze is making it go every which way.
“You know, Satoru, I thought I knew what to expect from you, but really, you surprise me.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“I don't know. In the grand scheme of things, yeah. But it’s gonna be really bad for me in the long run.”
Satoru doesn’t really ask him what he means by that, because getting into that kind of conversation with someone that’s drunk isn’t really a good idea. When they stop at a red light, though, he turns to look at Suguru and finds Suguru looking back at him, staring at him with his soft dark eyes, the red light reflecting on his features, his mouth smeared with remnants of lipstick and shiny wet.
It makes something in his chest seize a little, because Suguru looks so vulnerable in a way that makes Satoru want to wrap him up and take care of him. He puts a hand on Suguru’s thigh and squeezes, and it’s meant to be comforting really, but he can't help but notice that Suguru’s thighs are squishy. Soft.
There’s a lot of things about Suguru that just flat out confuse him: Satoru doesn’t like men. The thought of kissing someone with a beard or a stubble makes him want to gag. Chest hair is just as unappealing to him. And men smell like men - which is gross. He’s been in locker rooms enough. Man sweat is icky.
Suguru just confuses his senses, though, because he’s got none of the things that Satoru associates with guys - none of the loud brashness, the sweaty machismo. Smooth face, long hair, elegant features. Suguru’s hair smells nice.
And Suguru’s a fucking cockslut, can’t forget that.
It’s a really important part of the whole attraction ( attraction ?) because he’s always wanted a woman that’s gonna suck his cock just for the pleasure of servicing him, but instead of finding a woman like that, he’s found Suguru, and unfortunately it’s really doing things to his head. He doesn’t want to treat Suguru like a girl, but he just falls into the patterns of it.
“This is your dorm, right? Come on, I’ll take you up.”
“You don’t have to, you know. I got this - it’s not my first time coming home drunk.”
“I know. I know . But since I’m here, I feel like I’m supposed to take you upstairs and tuck you into bed too, just to make sure you’re alright.”
Suguru looks at him like he’s strange, but ultimately he doesn’t protest. And Satoru offers him his arm too, so he leans onto Satoru’s shoulder heavily, eyes closed and moving slowly, trusting him to take him to his room.
“I really didn’t expect you to come get me, you know. I think I really just called you hoping you’d tell me you're busy or something, say I should leave you alone.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“You should be doing that. You should. I’m not gonna stay away from you, you know, so at least you should have more sense and stop wanting to hang out with me, not do this sort of bullshit.”
Satoru laughs and opens the door to Suguru’s room. Mostly he just ignores Suguru’s complaints, because it seems just silly stuff to him - of course he’s not going to stay away from him, he likes Suguru. Like even beyond the cocksluttery, he’d probably still enjoy spending time with Suguru just because he’s so interesting and unlike anyone else in Satoru’s life.
“Oh nice, you have a single dorm? How come?”
“I have the best grades in my year. I asked for a single room and they approved it.”
“Huh. You’re a smart cookie, then,” Satoru says, legitimately proud of him, despite how Suguru's currently slumping against the wall and looking at him through his lashes like a wet cat “Let’s get you into bed, okay?”
The room is smaller than Satoru’s room at the fraternity, but it’s kept super duper neat and tidy. Suguru basically flops onto the bed and Satoru laughs a little at him, but he picks up his make-up wipes off the desks and brings them over. He sits down heavily and pulls Suguru up into a sitting position.
“Come on, Sleepy. I’ve dated enough girls to know that you’re not supposed to go to sleep like that .”
Satoru cups the back of his head and pulls his face forward a little so he can wipe off the make-up from Suguru’s face. Over his cheeks and underneath his eyes. Suguru himself looks resigned, but fond.
“I don’t get you, Satoru.”
“What don’t you get? Look up, by the way - ” Suguru looks up too, so Satoru can wipe underneath his eyes.
“You have a girlfriend, don’t you?”
“Well, not anymore. We broke up. Turns out she wasn’t really feelin’ it either.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” Satoru sighs, “We weren’t really gonna go anywhere and we both knew it.”
Suguru makes a small, pained noise, and Satoru pulls his hand away quickly.
“Did I hurt you? Are your eyes sensitive? I need to rub a little harder to take off the mascara, but - ”
“No, it’s alright. It’s alright, you can keep doing it.”
Satoru’s very thorough as he wipes off Suguru’s face clean of makeup. He even puts a hand on his chin and moves his head side to side so he can check underneath his jaw. When he deems him make-up free enough, he grins at him and Suguru smiles at him weakly.
Suguru’s lips are so strikingly red now that his face is bare. He drags his thumb over Suguru’s lower lip, and sees his eyes widen a little before blinking fast and looking away from Satoru. Suguru’s eyes look bloodshot and he’s got bags like bruises under his eyes. He looks exhausted, actually, and Satoru doesn’t like it.
“There you go,” Satoru says, and give him a pat on his cheek, “Go wash your face, change into your pajamas, I’ll be here when you come out.”
Suguru nods his head and sits up. He takes his pajamas and then goes to the bathroom, listening to Satoru without protest. Satoru sees him putting his hair up in a claw clip to wash his face and brush his teeth. He closes the door and Satoru hears the shower running.
Satoru looks into his mini fridge to look for some more water, and it’s really - depressingly empty. There’s water bottles and energy drinks and an open packet of miso paste. Some old tofu. An apple. Suguru probably eats out more, but even so, he probably should keep more food than that at home.
Then again, maybe Suguru is just not that good at taking care of himself. Satoru’s got pretty strict macro intakes he needs to hit on the daily to keep up his muscle mass for his games, but if it were strictly up to him, he probably would eat like crap too. And then, Satoru’s been going to boarding school his whole life - he’s used to it. Maybe Suguru’s lonely at college or he’s having trouble adjusting here.
When he comes out of the bathroom, Suguru’s dressed in a big T Shirt and a pair of loose shorts. Satoru pats the bed next to him and calls Suguru over.
“Here, drink some more water and then you can go to bed, and hopefully you won’t feel like dying tomorrow morning.”
“You don’t have to do all this, you know.”
“I know,” Satoru says, and looks at Suguru’s throat bobbing while he drinks his bottle of water and then lays down on the bed. Satoru takes his phone and looks at the screen, and sees it’s four in the morning. “Hey Suguru, do you mind if I crash here with you? I’ll buy you breakfast tomorrow morning if you don’t kick me out, I don’t feel like driving back.”
“Sure, Satoru, you can stay here.”
“Cool.”
He lays down next to Suguru on his twin bed, trying to see what the fuck he’s supposed to be about knees and ankles bumping into each other, while Suguru looks at him like a scared doe.
“I’m not gonna take advantage of you, you know,” he jokes, because Suguru just really looks a little put off by it, “Do you want me to move?”
“No, it’s fine, I just…”
It’s not weird, is it? Is it more or less weird than Suguru sucking his dick?
“Good night, Satoru.”
In the morning, he takes Suguru out for breakfast. It’s clear that Suguru would rather sleep in, but tough, Satoru’s hungry and he needs to get to practice too, so he wakes Suguru up, makes him get dressed and forces him outside. It’s cute because Suguru hisses when he sees the sunlight, like he’s a basement dwelling creature that’s hurt by the sun.
“It’s cause you’re so fucking hungover. Come on, you’ll feel better after you eat something.”
“Let me go back to get my sunglasses.”
“I’ll just give you a pair of mine, I have extras in the car.”
And it’s exactly what he does - he gives Suguru an extra pair of sunglasses and puts a baseball cap on his head for extra protection.
“There you go. Now tell me what you wanna eat.”
They get fluffy pancakes and french toast, and Suguru wants something salty too so Satoru gets him three types of onigiri and gets himself a fruit sando too. Whatever Suguru can’t eat, Satoru finishes.
“You’re like a trash can for food. It’s actually impressive.” Suguru says, just as Satoru grabs his wrist, brings the onigiri Suguru’s holding closer to his mouth and bites into it, “Do you want this too?”
“Neah, it’s fine. I just wanted to tease you. Do you want a bite of this?” Satoru offers him his strawberry sandwich. Suguru looks at the sandwich distrustfully and pushes it away. “Fine. Be like that.”
Being friends with someone that’s willing to get him off from time to time is actually fucking amazing.
It’s actually so nice, it’s making him fucking stupid too.
“You know, Suguru, I always wanted to try anal, but none of my girlfriends ever let me put it in their ass.”
Suguru looks at him and blinks. He cracks open his can of Sprite to punctuate the silence.
They're sitting in front of Suguru dorm, Suguru got a cigarette hanging on the side of his mouth and reading glasses on his nose. He's been studying for midterms but Satoru came to pull him out for an evening break.
“Why are you telling me this?”
Satoru shrugs.
“You take it up the ass, right? And I wanna see how it feels to put it inside someone's ass.”
“You want me to let you fuck me?”
“Yeah, I do. It's a win-win situation, ya know.”
“Isn't it a little too gay for you, mister straight guy?”
“Why would it? Asses are the same. Hole's a hole, isn't it? And it’s really only gay if you're the one taking dick.”
Suguru just stares at him.
“What? Did I say something wrong? Is it homophobic to say that?”
Suguru mutters something under his breath, and that kinda annoys Satoru a little.
“You can tell me if I’m being an asshole, you know.”
Suguru shakes his head.
“Not that. I’m just thinking I need to respect myself more.”
“Huh? What brought this on?”
Suguru doesn’t say anything at first and then he looks up at Satoru with a frown.
“So if it’s only gay if you’re taking it, is it gay for men in relationships with women to get pegged?”
“ Yes .”
“But you’re literally in a heterosexual relationship, how can hetero sex be gay just because the man is bending over?”
Satoru sits there thinking about it for a second. In truth, it’s not really gay and he knows that, but at this point, debating whether or not something is gay is like a traditional frat house talking point. Scholarly philosophy.
“I don’t make the rules here, you know. Pegging makes you gay. ”
Suguru rolls his eyes so hard, Satoru almost thinks they’re gonna fall out.
“So can I?” Satoru asks again, grinning at Suguru, “Fuck you in the ass, I mean.”
Suguru, for his part, seems to be genuinely considering. Chewing on his bottom lips and all, playing with his lighter. Really considering it. He even looks Satoru up and down, before eventually settling on an answer.
“I have an English Literature midterm tomorrow. We’re doing Shakespearean tragedies and it’s a bitch to study.”
“Lucky you, I like Shakespeare. I played Romeo in my senior year of highschool, and I bet I can still remember the lines. We can roleplay if you wanna play Juliet.”
“You’re joking.” Suguru says, eyebrows raised, like he doesn’t believe Satoru at all. Which is really perfect, because Satoru will not miss out on an opportunity to flex his shit like this.
He clears his throat and strikes a dramatic pose.
“But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? /It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. / Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, /Who is already sick and pale with grief, /That thou her maid art far more fair than she.”
Like sure, he oversells it a little, and with the hand gestures and the face, and he even winks at Suguru for added effect, but it gets his point across. And he grins at Suguru expecting to be praised, but instead Suguru looks as if he's been slapped. Eyes wet and sad and his mouth slightly open, jaw dropped. There’s a faint dusting of blush on his cheeks too.
“What? I thought you’d be impressed by me.”
“I think I’ve angered the gods in a past life.”
“Well damn, see if I ever recite Shakespeare for you ever again.”
Suguru closes his eyes and snorts, like he’s exasperated.
“No, that’s not it, it’s just…” He grabs and pushes his thumb between his eyebrows and then exhales deeply. “Fine. You win. I’ll let you fuck me. Let’s go.” Suguru gets off the bench, throws away his empty soda can and then starts walking towards the entrance of the dorm.
“ Really ?” Satoru asks to double check, suddenly excited. He walks after Suguru with a bounce in his step.
He’s been in Suguru’s room before, but now he’s here with completely different motives. Before, he was there to get Suguru in bed and take care of him. Now, he’s there to fuck him. Really fuck him. Obliterate that hole. Make it gape. Make him cry with his cock.
He’s so excited about it that when Suguru starts talking to him about something else, he just doesn’t even register it. He only gets brought into the moment by Suguru snapping his fingers in front of his face.
“Huh?”
Suguru sighs again.
“I said, I need to get ready, okay? I haven’t bottomed for anyone in a while and you’re like a freak of nature so I’m gonna put in a plug and - ”
“Hot. Can I put it in?”
“What?”
“ What ? I’ve always wanted to shove a buttplug inside a girl’s ass and play around with it. It’s always hot in porn.”
Suguru puts his hands on his waist and really looks at Satoru. Overly serious and seemingly annoyed.
“Fine. You can help me with it. You can put it in.”
Satoru gives him the thumbs up.
Suguru kneels on the bed - keeps his T-shirt and his socks on, and his hair up in a bun. He pours lube on his fingers and reaches behind himself and -
“Wait. I turn around. I wanna see how you finger yourself.
“Are you serious?”
Satoru nods. He doesn’t really know what possesses him to request it, but when he says he does, he realizes it's absolutely true. He just really wants to see Suguru fingering himself.
So Suguru turns around with his ass in the air and up in Satoru’s face. And he thought he'd be a little repulsed by a dude's ass, but Suguru’s is round and cute, and he's got nice thighs, and he’s all smooth and shaved.
Satoru grabs a handful of his ass and spreads his cheeks without asking permission. It takes him by surprise so he yelps and grabs onto the covers.
“Relax. It's just me.” He kneads Suguru’s ass, feeling greedy. “You have a nice ass, Suguru.”
“Th-thank you?” Suguru stutters, and Satoru gives him a short slap in response. Nice ass in front of his face, he needs to slap it.
“Okay. Come on then, show me. Show me how you finger yourself,” Satoru says, and grabs him by the wrist and pulls his hand back. “ Show me ”
Suguru moans and pushes his finger inside his cute little puckered hole, stretching himself. First one finger and then the other, and Satoru thinks this is going much too slow and he doesn’t like sitting there without being involved. He sucks on his own fingers and then shoves his own finger inside besides Suguru’s.
Satoru pushes one finger in besides Suguru’s, taking him by surprise and making him collapse with his face in the sheets.
“Satoru? What are you…?”
“I'm curious. Keep going, I wanna feel what you do.”
Suguru nods and curls his fingers inside, and teaches Satoru what sort of pressure he likes. When Satoru thinks he's figured it out, he just removes Suguru’s hand.
“Okay okay. Now let me do it.”
Satoru’s at his core a scientist. He wants to see what happens when he does something. Experiment!
He pushes two fingers inside Suguru at once and presses hard against his prostate. It makes Suguru shake all over.
“You have to be slower! Be more gentle with me!”
“Suguruuuu. That's what girls say too! ‘ Satoru that's too much!’, ‘Satoru you're too big’, ‘Satoru I can't take it anymore.”
Suguru moans like a whore when Satoru fingers him with one hand, jerks his own cock with the other. Suguru’s long hair is over his shoulders and his round ass and thighs, ugh - Satoru squeezes the head of his cock and makes precum drip. He's so turned on.
“They all say that shit and then they cum on my dick again. Bet you're gonna be just like that too. I wanna see if you can take the whole thing.”
Suguru’s cute little hole. It twitches a little when Satoru pulls out his fingers and when he aligns himself against it, Suguru gasps.
“Ready, baby? Ready for me?” He pushes in one motion, tip to root, impaling himself inside Suguru’s body.
Holy shit, he thinks, this is fucking amazing.
Different from fucking pussy. But really really good. And the way Suguru hole just sucks him in - Jesus
He pulls out completely and then slams in again, because he’s addicted to that feeling of having Suguru’s slutty body swallowing him whole. Suguru’s all wrecked too, melted onto the bed and making soft, high pitched sounds. He hammers his cock in and out of Suguru’s hole.
“God, you're so hot, babe. Your pussy feels so good.”
He grabs Suguru’s hair and wraps it around his palm, using it as leverage to pull his head back and make his spine arch. Pushes his shirt upwards to see the dips in his back. The way his ass ripples when Satoru gives him backshots, it's insane.
He lets his palm fall down heavily onto Suguru’s bouncy flesh, and slaps his ass and thighs until they're red. And with the way Satoru’s gripping his hair and pulling him back, Suguru’s mouth is just open, slack jawed and chanting Satoru’s name, drool dripping down the side of his mouth.
“Satoru, if you keep going like that, I'll cum.”
“Fuck, that's so hot. You got the body of a whore, Suguru. Let's make a mess everywhere.”
It's like he’s fucking the cum out of Suguru’s balls, making him shoot it on the bed and on his own thigh, his cock bobbing everywhere when Satoru thrusts. Suguru’s eyes roll pretty when he cums and his ass clenches around Satoru’s cock, but he pulls out quickly before he can shoot his load inside. Grabs himself by the base and squeezes, groans deeply at the feeling.
Suguru collapses on the bed and looks back over his shoulder, glassy eyed and red faced. He's panting hard.
“Satoru?” He asks. He looks at Satoru’s still hard dick, furiously red and dripping with precum. Suguru reaches back and spreads his asscheeks for him, spreading his pink hole for Satoru to see,“Is something wrong? Don't you want to cum inside me?”
Fuckfuckfuck.
Satoru’s just a guy. He's just a man.
And if a pretty little whore is begging you to creampie him, it's your duty as a man to turn him into a twinkie.
Satoru manhandles him and flips him around. He pushes his TShirt under his arms and exposes Suguru’s chest - Suguru’s got nipples piercings and a navel piercing too.
“I've never had a girlfriend with nipple piercings. Are they sensitive?” He asks, and without waiting for a response, he bends down over Suguru and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and moving the piercing around with his tongue.
“Ah, yes, yes they are! Satoru, that's so good,” Suguru cradles the back of his head, runs fingers through his hair, and Satoru’s heavy erection rests right next to his cock - spent once but seemingly interested again, because all the attention is making it twitch.
And to be honest, Suguru’s dick is kinda cute. It helps that Satoru’s so much bigger and thicker, so rubbing his dick against Suguru’s is kinda making him wanna ask who daddy is. And Suguru’s moaning so much, whenever you touch him, so Satoru has to dive right back into him for more.
He grips Suguru from under his thighs, digs his nails in his flesh and pushes them up, knees over Satoru’s shoulders before hitting home again.
“Slowly, slowly - ah ! Satoru! That’s too much too fast, I'm -”
Satoru’s got to be really careful with this shit because Suguru’s ass got the grip that might seduce him permanently. And the way he reacts to Satoru pounding him is fantastic - he writes and moans and arches, long hair everywhere and blushing with his whole body. Satoru grabs his chest too - not really tits, but soft enough and round enough to work. He can even slap them a little.
“Tell me how my dick feels.”
He's got sweat rolling down his nose, hair sticking to his forehead.
“It feels so good, it feels so good! You're dick’s so fucking big, knew you'd feel amazing.”
“Did you jerk off thinking of my cock?”
“You and your big fat stupid cock. That's all I think about.”
Satoru smirks at him and puts a hand on his lower belly as he fucks him slow and deep.
“Yeah? Do you feel me here? Tell me.”
Suguru moans and touches himself, dragging one hand over his chest and the other on the flat of his belly, covering Satoru’s and pushing down harder.
“I feel you right here, right here, ah ” his voice goes soft and breathy at that, and he bites his lip and closes his eyes, off in his own little pleasure bubble.
Satoru wants to rearrange this whore's guts, but lovingly. Into little bows and hearts and shit.
“Babe, your pussy’s so hungry for dick, oh god, it’s just not letting me go~”
Suguru’s hole flutters around his length when he says it, he likes hearing that short of shit. Dirty fucking slut, Satoru wants to fuck him till his dick chafes inside him.
He gropes at Suguru’s chest, puts one palm against his throat and his thumb in Suguru’s mouth, hooks it against his cheek. Satoru’s abs starts clenching and tensing, feeling his orgasm close and fucking into his willing hole faster, chasing his high.
Suguru cums again, sobbing, tears in his eyes and red faced, shooting so hard he gets it on his own face, and his orgasm is what sends Satoru over the edge too, Suguru’s body milking him dry of cum like he’s been thirsting for it. He groans like an animal when he’s cumming, and when he pulls out of Suguru’s hole, he just spreads his ass open to see his semen dripping. Pretty pink, glistening inside, all wet with Satoru’s spent.
It’s so enticing that he has to push inside him again, even though it makes both of them hiss in overstimulation. He grips is cock hard and pushes just the tip in and out of Suguru’s sloppy hole, keeping a palm pressed against his chest.
“God, you’re dripping everywhere, see?”
Satoru’s cum is dripping from him, and it’s the hottest thing ever. None of the girls he’s fucked before ever let him creampie them, so he’s enjoying this way too fucking much. When he’s had enough of that, he moves next to Suguru’s head and slaps his cock against his mouth -
“Open up now,” Suguru gives him a look, and Satoru laughs, “Don’t look all snotty like that, it doesn’t work when you got cum on your face,” he drags his dick through the sticky fluid on Suguru’s face, mixing it together with his.
“You’re a pervert, Satoru,” Suguru whines, looking up at him as he opens his mouth and licks his cockhead, then suckles on him gently, swirling his tongue and swallowing. Makes Satoru shudder and he puts a hand on Suguru’s crown, caressing the back of his head.
“God, I could get used to this treatment.”
Suguru hums around his cock in agreement.
They wait a bit before going again - the second time he makes Suguru ride him cowgirl, with Satoru’s hands on his waist, caressing his hips and thighs, and pinching his nipples. Suguru rides him like a champ, until his tights start aching and then he puts a hand on the headboard and just grinds down on Satoru’s cock.
Suguru’s hair is so long and silky that when’s on top, he just falls down over Satoru’s face like a curtain - gets in his nose and mouth and everything, so he gathers it in one hand and holds it behind Suguru’s head like a ponytail. He pulls him down to his chest and forces them to together, chest to chest, and starts thrusting up inside him. Puts a hand on Suguru’s lower back, drives up into him fast.
“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru ,” Suguru moans right next to his ear, cheek to cheek, and it’s so hot - there’s something really primal about the whole thing, being sweaty together, pressed against each other, the sound of their bodies slapping, the wet squelch of thrusting and the bed hitting squeaking. Suguru’s moans and breathes and Satoru’s kinda drunk on the physicality of it. He likes the way Suguru smells, warm and a little salty and the shampoo and the noises of it, and everything about it just -
He turns Suguru’s head to the side and kisses him deeply, tongue curling inside Suguru’s mouth, sucking on Suguru’s tongue and biting his lips. At first, Suguru gasps but he kisses him back like he’s been dying for it, wet and sloppy, and it really doesn’t even register that they’re kissing for the first time until afterwards.
Suguru’s a good kisser though, or at least Satoru finds himself enjoying it. Can’t stop kissing him.
They take short pause for snacks and a drink. Suguru doses off on his belly while Satoru makes the cup noodles and drinks two out of three sports drinks that Suguru has in the fridge. And crouching down in front of Suguru’s mini fridge is just as depressing, he really needs to get him more actual stuff in there. Suguru should eat more
“Hey, Suguru,” he says, sitting next to him on bed, leaning down and putting a hand on Suguru’s ass as the other stirs. He’s groggy and sleepy looking, and groans when Satoru wakes him up, “Come on, Suguru, I’m hungry, and you should get a snack too.”
“Ugh. Can’t I just sleep? My lower back hurts,” Satoru actually feels a little proud about that, but he puts a warm hand on Suguru’s lower back and kneads it slowly, making him sigh.
“Come on. Lay on your back and open your mouth.” Suguru looks at him and raises his eyebrow. Satoru rolls his eyes, “Not perverted. Trust me.”
Suguru definitely looks like he doesn’t really trust him, but he lays on his back and opens his mouth. Satoru grins and picks up a bunch of noodles with his chopsticks, blows on them and lowers them in Suguru’s mouth to feed him.
“See? I can feed you without you having to get up.”
“I can feed myself, you know, ”Suguru giggles when Satoru insists on feeding him noodles. One bunch of Suguru, one for him.
“I know,” he say, mouth full and noodle broth on his lips. He got some of it on his chest, gross, but he’s gonna have to shower anyways so he cares? “So?”
Suguru doesn’t say anything, just raises himself on his elbows and looks at Satoru like he’s trying to unravel the content of his head. There’s not much in Satoru’s head at the moment though, feels like it shot out through his dick inside Suguru’s hole.
“Do you wanna go get popcorn chicken?” he asks after he finishes slurping his instant noodles. He’s still hungry and it feels like this did nothing to help.
“You wanna get popcorn chicken at this hour?”
“It’s not even midnight yet! We can go get stuff from the konbini!”
“I don't wanna move from here.”
Satoru pouts. In response to that, he moves in to bite Suguru’s round ass, and when he yelps in protest, Satoru spanks him. The sounds Suguru makes turn more erotic as Satoru continues leaving bites and hickies up and down his cheeks, occasionally slapping them just to make them jiggle.
“ Saaatoruuuu ~” Suguru has a really specific way of whining to him that makes him want to fuck his mouth till he cries.
“Hmmmm??” He wiggles his finger between Suguru cheeks and circles his hole, feels him twitching delicately at the touch. “I wanna go again,” he says.
Satoru ends up straddling Suguru’s hips, spreads him and spits down on his hole. There’s probably not much reason to do it, since he’s already been fucked enough that he’s prepared for it, and Satoru’s cum can act as lube, but it’s just pretty fucking hot to push his spit inside Suguru’s ass. He goes really slow this time, and keeps groping Suguru’s muscles - shoulders and back and ass and arms.
He likes Suguru’s body. And he likes putting his hand on the back of Suguru’s head and pushing his cheek into the bed, it forces his back to arch more too. And Suguru makes needy little breathing noises while Satoru’s cock moves in and out of him slowly, and like - he’s still hungry, but this definitely helps distract him from that.
It’s about 2 am when they eventually end up at the konbini to get popcorn chicken, onigiri and soba. Satoru buys two bags of chips and Cola, while Suguru just looks droopy. He asks Satoru to buy him cigarette and lemon juice and Satoru obliges even though he doesn’t really like cigarette smoke.
“I’m going to fail my mid-term,” he says, yawning.
“You’re not gonna fail, you’re smart.”
While going back to Suguru’s dorm with their shopping, Satoru takes his hand and shoves it in the pocket of his hoodie, lacing their fingers together. It’s not something he thinks about, it’s something he does with all the girls he’s dated, so he just does it with Suguru too. Suguru looks a little shocked and like he wants to say something.
“You know, people might see us.”
“Yeah, we’re on the street. There’s people on the street.”
Suguru looks at him and shrugs. Satoru gets what he’s hinting at, but Satoru’s neither stupid nor an asshole. He just thinks that if you nut inside someone enough times, it’s a little ridiculous to feel squeamish about holding their hand.
He wonders if Suguru might wanna try dating. Might ask.
“Serious question, do you think you’d be a Jedi or a Sith lord?”
“Neither,” Suguru answers without missing a beat, “one of them is a relic of an aged, overly restrictive system, while the others are evil. I don’t wanna be evil.”
“Can’t pick neither. You have to pick one.”
A pause. Then he sighs.
“I’m so impulsive to be a Jedi,” Suguru admits, forlorn.
“Darth Sugurus, then,” he says, downing the last of his coke can and throwing in the trashcan from a distance, “I’d be a Jedi. Shit, I’d be a fucking Skywalker, if you ask me.”
“Probably,” Suguru agrees, and when they get back to the dorm, Suguru gingerly sits down on the same bench he was sitting on when Satoru propositioned him and lights up a cigarette, sighing.
“Those are bad for you, you know,” Satoru says.
“You know what else is bad for me? Sleeping with straight boys.”
“I’m hurt .” Satoru laughs it off, and Suguru laughs too, but he shakes his head and looks a little frustrated - with himself, Satoru, life .
“You don’t get it. I had a crush on you. It’s severely worse now.”
“D’awww, Suguru! Is this you confessing to me? That’s so cute.”
Suguru’s face goes blotchy red and his eyes are wet. His cigarettes sits there between his pouty lips and Satoru wants to shove his tongue between them.
“Please don’t make fun of me. I’m serious.”
“So am I!”
Suguru doesn’t believe him and it makes him feel a little bad, because Suguru looks genuinely vulnerable, and Satoru knows it’s serious, but he’s just soooo… .pretty and breedable and fuckable. Even though he’s trying to have a serious conversation with Satoru, the only think Satoru’s thinking about is fucking him again before eating.
“You know, it’s this fantasies a lot of guys have. Seduce the straight guy you’re crushing into a relationships. It’s common BL trope, less common in real life, though.”
“I’ve never read BL,” Satoru says. He open the shopping bag and pulls out his fried bits of chicken. “I’ve only ever been into shonen.” He pops one in his mouth and offers the another to Suguru, who huffs at first but concedes. The chews on it as if he’s upset with the chicken.
“I’m not gay.”
“So you keep saying.”
“I do like you, though. I probably like you a bit too much to be straight, but I don’t really care about figuring that out right now.”
Since they’re having the whole serious convo, he might as well eat. Helps him focus. One piece of chicken for him, one for Suguru.
“That seems like a pretty big thing you should figure out.” Satoru shrugs. He takes out his onigiri and opens it up too.
“No really. I like you , I figured that one out pretty quickly - ” he takes a bite of his tuna-mayo onigiri and offers it to Suguru afterwards too. “If you wanna date, we can date. I’d like to date you.”
Suguru doesn’t say anything for a second. Then, he grabs Satoru’s onigiri and devours it 3 bites, like he’s looking for something to keep his mouth busy, and throwing these wild, panicked glances at Satoru himself. Instead of saying anything, Satoru just opens his Sprite can and offers it to Suguru to help him wash down the huge bites of food.
“This can’t be this easy. Can it? Like - seriously?”
“Do you want it to be more complicated?”
“I suppose not.” And then, he relaxes, spine softening, and he leans against Satoru’s shoulder. “I like you too, Satoru” He nuzzles against Satoru’s shoulder.
Maybe Satoru’s a little gay.
Chapter Text
When Suguru was young, his aunt had a huge white Husky she jogged with every morning and every evening. He got bored easily and needed to roam around, if not he started running around the house, knocking things and chewing on shoes. He was huge and would knock you over to lick you just because he was so big, playful and overly excited. He got territorial sometimes, and was overly protective to the point that he'd pee on the shoes of his aunt's visitors, and run off other dogs with his overbearing personality.
He ate so much that his aunt complained he'd eat her out of house and home. Sometimes he’d sleep right on top of you despite being huge, heavy and furry, and no amount of wiggling would move him. If you scolded him, his ears would droop and he made himself look overly pathetic, like he could somehow shrink his size, but as soon as you gave him a hint of attention, he was back to knocking you over and suffocating you with love. He stared at you so intensely sometimes it got creepy, and he was always, always yapping.
Suguru can’t help but think about that as Satoru’s weight presses down on top of him, squishy muscles and sticky skin, radiating heat like he’s got a fever, but that’s just what Satoru always felt like. Big, grabby hands squeezing at Suguru’s chest, arm around Suguru’s neck, chewing on his hair. And Satoru’s dick pressed up against his ass, half-hard while he’s sleeping but insistently rubbing itself between Suguru’s cheeks, impossible to ignore.
They've been officially dating for a few weeks, and ever since, Satoru’s been spending the night at Suguru’s a lot. And it's nice, only that Suguru’s room is small and his bed is smaller, barely enough for one person, creaking and protesting under the weight of two. The bed frame begs for the sweet relief of death whenever Satoru throws his six five,two hundred pound body on top of it, so there’s nowhere to wiggle away, no way to put distance between their bodies. Suguru is a light sleeper and Satoru’s a grabby sleeper, and while it’s really fucking hot that Satoru’s hands are metal while Suguru’s tits are magnetic, and he’s constantly looking to rub his huge cock against Suguru’s ass even while he’s snoring in his ear - Suguru’s tired .
And he gets horny too, he’s very much into Satoru groping him and humping him, but he’s also a light sleeper who gets woken up whenever Satoru’s hands instinctively squeeze on his chest and then he just can’t fall back asleep because he feels everything else too and….well. Suguru just sits there, looking at the wall, wondering if he should elbow him in the ribs or just push his ass into his crotch, or both, maybe one of them will wake up him up or just force him to roll away.
“Satoru?” Suguru whispers delicately, wiggling his ass a little and pushing it back, “ Satoruuu ~”
Instead of waking up, Satoru just keeps snoring right up against his ear, but his grip on Suguru’s chest tightens and Suguru can actually feel his cock getting harder and poking at him under the covers. He’s annoyed.
“Satoru!” Less of a delicate whisper and more of a whine, and he actually does punctuate this one with an elbow to the ribs, making Satoru’s breath hitch, making him rub his face into the nape of Suguru’s neck.
“Ugh, babeeee , why are you being a bitch?” Satoru mumbles, words slurring together in his sleep. He pushes Suguru’s hair away from his mouth, over his shoulder, and latches onto the back of his neck with sloppy kisses and bites. His mouth’s too full of saliva when he licks behind Suguru’s ear, but it makes him shudder. “I had a nice dream about you.”
“Did you?” Suguru asks, closing his eyes and leaning back, giving Satoru more access to his skin, letting him and lick and leave hickies to his heart’s content. “What did you dream about?”
“Hmmm,” Satoru doesn’t really answer with words, he just inhales Suguru’s smell, pushing his nose into his hair, behind his ear and kissing the back of his jaw. Rubbing himself against Suguru sleepily, pushing him into the mattress. It makes Suguru bite his lip in anticipation - and Satoru’s fingers go from squeezing at his chest to caressing it, playing with his nipple piercings and twisting them just enough to make it good. And then he whispers in Suguru’s ear, voice raspy with sleep, “Dreamt I fucked you pregnant.”
Fuck.
That shit shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but it turns Suguru’s insides into jelly.
“Nice dream. Biologically impossible, though,” he laughs, trying to sound cool and teasing about it. He feels Satoru’s smirk against his skin where his face is burrowed against Suguru’s throat, where he bites Suguru’s pulse point and then licks it.
“Nothing’s impossible if you’re really determined. I just gotta try really hard.”
And with that, he raises his hand to his mouth and licks it, and rubs it on his cock, spreading it along with the precum that Suguru knows is already there. Satoru’s cock leaks all the goddamn time, it’s like he’s got too much cum in his balls no matter how much Suguru does his best to milk them. Maybe it’s a Pavlovian instinct too, like how dogs drool when they hear the bell for food, Satoru’s cock starts leaking cum whenever Suguru’s close enough to fuck.
“Satoru, you’re a perv-”
“I can never give up on my dreams,” he says, rubbing two fingers over Suguru’s hole and pushing them inside to test Suguru’s reaction. They’ve already fucked twice tonight, so Suguru’s ass is a little sore, but he’s also just relaxed enough that it’s not gonna be an issue. Penetration like that makes him shudder and sigh, makes him lay on his belly completely before raising his ass up to give Satoru better access.
He’s got long fingers, and they’re thick too, and Satoru learned really fucking quick what the best way to render Suguru delirious is. He likes it when Satoru circles around his prostate slowly before working on it. When he does, all of Suguru’s body feels on fire, like all his nerve endings are locked in and focused on that one single sensation and carry it further. He can’t really stop himself from making noise either, whenever he gets fingered or fucked, he just finds himself moaning and panting like he’s in heat - it’s really embarrassing, actually, but there’s just something unmatched about the fullness and vulnerability of it that renders him unable to control himself in the moment.
“Ah, Satoru, Satoru - just put it in already,” he whines at him, and he wiggles his ass too. It’s kinda bratty, but whatever, he’s tired and sleepy and horny and he wants Satoru to fuck him to sleep, and sleep with Satoru’s massive cock inside his ass. Why the fuck would he have such a wonderful dick if not to fuck Suguru senseless? Why the hell does Suguru have a boyfriend if not for fucking him unconscious whenever his insomnia is kicking him around?
He’s not really sure how long him and Satoru are gonna last - best not to think about these things when you’re dating a dude who’s only discovered he likes dudes a few weeks ago - but Suguru’s determined to make the most of this relationship for as long as he’ll have it. And that includes midnight fuck when they’ve both got classes in the morning.
“It’s okay, babe, let me just- ”
He hears Satoru spit on his dick and he’s pressing the head of it into Suguru’s hole. He shakes just everywhere, legs tangled in the sheets. One of Satoru’s hands is between his shoulder blades, the other on the nape of his neck, caressing it with his thumb. Suguru gasps at the penetration, but Satoru shushes him and instantly he quiets. Satoru pushes inside him in small, slow rolls of his hips, inch by inch until he bottoms out, and keeps rubbing at Suguru’s neck and back as he does it. He’s really so fucking tender sometimes it’s scary, and it makes Suguru wanna whine and fuss around just so Satoru can pull that, “ it's okay baby, let me take care of you ” that he does so well.
And right on cue, when he hears him whine, Satoru just leans down over him. He presses himself over Suguru’s back and kisses his cheek while fucking him slowly, moves his head to the side so he can get to Suguru’s mouth and kiss him. He rolls his hips too, thick dick filling Suguru up while Satoru's big warm body cages him, his pleasured groans making Suguru tighten up around his cock.
It's really fucking nice.
Suguru’s experience was mostly comprised of one night stands and random hook-ups, and for a while there, he was sure that Satoru would be just another straight guy in the closet that was just dead set on using him for sex. And he would have been fine with that, honestly. Suguru’s a big boy, he told himself he could deal with a fuck buddy, especially one as hot as Satoru.
He never really expected to catch feelings, and now Satoru feels less like a fuck buddy and more like a boyfriend. Suguru has never had a boyfriend before. Satoru treats him like he's boyfriend and Suguru’s his.
He's never really had anyone taking care of him before - that's usually been his job, taking care of others.
Satoru fucks him deep and slow, and Suguru can feel all his muscles tensing as he does it, Satoru’s meaty thighs straddling his ass. Suguru looks back at him and sees the most intense blue gaze he's ever seen looking back - his hair plastered to forehead, white strands falling in his eyes, electric blue eyes with blown out pupils staring at Suguru. His mouth is slightly open, lips plump, cheeks reddened and panting.
He's the most beautiful man Suguru’s ever seen.
Suguru’s cock rubs into the mattress as Satoru fucks him, and he grinds back and forth between the two points of stimulation until he cums again. Satoru’s already made him cum twice this evening, and this orgasm is different from the others - it’s no less intense but slower, making him shudder and shake, eyes stinging and body seizing from too much stimulation. He feels exhausted afterwards, and floaty, eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes open.
Satoru sees it and stops fucking him completely, pulling out with a sigh. Suguru makes a displeased noise even as he pushes his face in the pillow.
“Ugh, come baaaaack .”
Satoru chuckles and kisses his cheek. Suguru scrunches his nose, but doesn't open his eyes.
“You're too sleepy. I made you cum and you wanna rest, it's fine. You can make it up to me tomorrow,” Satoru says, and he means it too, because he kisses Suguru’s cheek sweetly and then nuzzles against his ear, but…
Suguru huffs and frowns, raises his head a bit off the pillow.
“But I wanna feel it. Inside .”
Satoru’s eyes do something comical, actually, growing three times their size like little looney tunes hearts are about to start spinning around his head, like he’s gonna start wagging his tail Any Moment Now. Instead of a tail wag, his cock twitches, which is…pretty much the same, Suguru thinks. He just nods dumbly and gets right back on top of him, palm pressing between Suguru’s shoulders with just the tip of his cock inside, jerking himself off while pushing his swollen cockhead in and out.
Satoru makes himself cum like that and Suguru shivers everywhere when he feels it shooting inside him, his toes curling into the sheets and his back arching. Satoru makes a deep-seated groan when he cums too, and then his hips stutter forward. No matter how gentle he tried being with Suguru about it, he ends up impaling him on his cock again and making him yelp.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, but continues grinding his hips against Suguru’s ass, “I like being inside you way too much.”
Suguru snorts and thinks, Yeah, that’s right, you better! But he’s already dozing off before he can get the chance to say it.
Satoru takes him out for breakfast every morning, makes time to take him for lunch or dinner too. He feeds Suguru his snacks out his hand like Suguru’s a jittery cat that he’s trying to befriend and encourages him to try out new things. It’s kinda sweet, and even when Suguru refuses him and acts annoyed, he appreciates it.
Suguru himself isn't really a fan of eating, and often he finds himself going a long time without anything to eat simply because…. well . He doesn't like eating. He especially doesn't like eating alone.
“Do you want the strawberry from my parfait?”
“No, thank you, Satoru.”
“I bet you’ll like it, though. Come on. Have my strawberry, Suguru.”
“Satoru, I said I don - pfft !”
The second he opened his mouth to protest, Satoru took the opportunity to shove the cream covered strawberry in his mouth, right between his teeth. Suguru glares at him, but Satoru’s undeterred, like - what’s he gonna do? Spit it out? They’re in a busy cafe!
The only choice he has is to chew on it thoughtfully as Satoru looks at him beaming, like he’s accomplished something. He’s goddamn cute, with his dimples and his smile and the way he insists Suguru must try everything he’s eating too, it’s honestly impossible to be upset with him. There’s something about Satoru’s boyish charm that gets him every time, it’s so natural and easy to love that Suguru never really stood a chance against him him.
“You know, last year I had a friend that used to cook for me often,” Suguru says, chewing on his strawberry. It’s perfectly sweet and fragrant, and the whipped cream goes really well with it. Damn. Satoru was right. “He moved back to Kenya when the year was over, so I haven’t talked to him lately.”
Satoru makes a bit of a face , crinkling his nose and frowning. He shoves a spoonful of parfait in his mouth and smacks his lips loudly. Satoru doesn’t really get jealous, but he gets possessive , Suguru knows, gets a little riled up about thinking of Suguru with other people, which is really satisfying to see. It makes something in Suguru’s chest swell a little, no one’s ever been possessive of him before so he likes to poke at it and rattle it.
It’s a little payback for the strawberry shove, but also Suguru likes doing it just because he can. Then, he reaches across the table and shoves his finger in Satoru’s parfait without warning to steal a dollop of whipped cream and stick it in his mouth. He licks it off sensually and swallows it, and when he pulls his finger out of his mouth, he opens his lips and sticks out his tongue a little to make sure Satoru sees the way his fingerpad drags over his tongue piercing.
Satoru’s eyes narrow.
Suguru just winks at him, and smiles.
“I hate your friend and I’m glad he’s in Kenya,” Satoru announces all of a sudden, so petulant and annoyed that Suguru can’t even be mad. He just bursts out laughing.
“Satoru, that’s so mean of you. Miguel was just a friend.”
Instead of being reassured, Satoru snorts, annoyed, and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Was he better looking than me?”
Satoru with his beautifully handsome face, chiseled features, sharp cheekbones and jawline that’s been crafted by god himself. Satoru with his straight nose and perfect brow, side profile that belongs on the cover of a magazine. He looks like the main love interest in one of the Shoujo mangas Suguru would sneak around in his backpack. Like whoever was drawing him always made a conscious effort to draw him as attractive as possible whenever he was featured.
No one’s better looking than you.
“He was different than you, Satoru, you know, you can’t really compare two people…”
“Was he richer than me?”
“Satoru, that’s unfair, you’re family owns half of Japan,” Suguru scolds him. “But you know, money doesn’t make you better, and I think it’s in poor taste to imply that and - ”
Satoru puts out his tongue and blows air loudly and obnoxiously.
“Don’t care. Was he more accomplished than me? I’m a star basketball player and I’m considered a genius in physics, you know. I’m gonna get scouted by an NBA team and I’ll win a Nobel prize by the time I’m 30.”
Suguru thinks he might actually achieve it, since Satoru’s the most crazy-determined and talented person he’s ever met, but he can’t really say that out loud because Satoru’s ego is already a problem.
“ Satoruuuu ~” he makes sure to put a little more rumble in his tone because it always makes Satoru perk up. He puts his chin in his hand and leans over the table. “Don’t be jealous,” he teases.
“I’m not jealous. Do I have reasons to be jealous? I’m better than the other guy.”
Suguru smirks and gently kicks his foot under the table without saying anything. Satoru kicks him back in return, Suguru responds again, and Satoru takes Suguru’s hand on top of the table and kisses it. Suguru wears a bunch of rings and his nails are painted black, and Satoru’s hands are a little rough from playing and being in the gym.
“Do you want me to cook for you?” Satoru looks at him from across the table, big puppy eyes.
“It depends. Do you know how to cook?”
“Of course I know how to cook.” He seems a little insulted about it too,
“Okay, okay, let me rephrase. Are you a good cook?”
“I’ll have you know that I’m good at everything I do. Including cooking,” he boasts. “Though for that, I think it’ll be cuter if I take you out for a weekend or something. My family has a little seaside beach house in Kamakura. I used to spend my holidays there sometimes. We should go sometime, you’d like it.”
Suguru’s first impulse is rolling his eyes because Of Course, Satoru’s family has a beach house in Kamakura. The other is to moderately freak out because that's such a coupley thing to plan, isn't it? He supposes it makes sense because Satoru’s dated people and had relationships and flings before, while Suguru’s mostly just been slutting around since there was no one to date in his hometown where he was the only gay boy around.
But….
Satoru. Boyfriend.
“I'd love to go with you. When do you wanna go?”
“Well I need to tell the servants to clean it first, at least a week in advance.”
Servants . Spoiled brat. Suguru’s grandma made him get on the roof of their house to clean off the moss that grew there. He’s slipped off the roof twice. Once he twisted his ankle, once he broke his tailbone. Satoru had servants .
Still, Suguru thinks, looking at Satoru while they leave the breakfast cafe - those rich boy genes sure made a fine looking man, because sometimes Suguru just finds himself staring at him, the way the muscles in his jaw move when he eats and the muscles in his neck.
When they’re in Satoru’s car, he puts on his sunglasses and grins at Suguru, and then hands him another pair. It's a thing Satoru does now - gives Suguru his sunglasses and his hoodies and half of his candy bars.
Suguru puts on the round sunglasses, they’re nice and dark and actually go really well with his all-black look.
“You look so cool like that, baby. So gothy.”
Suguru makes a face at him when Satoru starts driving, but he keeps staring at him. Can't help himself.
Satoru’s wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. It's just a regular ass white shirt but the way it stretches over Satoru’s shoulders highlights how big he is, and when he changes the gears as he drives, the muscles in his forearm tense and relax and it's…
“What is it, Suguru? You’re spacing out.”
Ugh, his mouth’s watering. At least they're at a red light. Suguru bites his lower lip and looks at Satoru over the rim of the sunglasses.
“ Satoruuu . Pull over.”
“Seriously? Now ?” Satoru’s jaw drops.
“Mh-hmm. But if you don't want to, it’s fine…” he trails off, but he knows Satoru’s already hooked.
Before he can answer though, someone's honking behind them.
“Hey asshole, move !!!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Satoru turns around to shout back at him, and then turns to Suguru smirking. He doesn't say anything, just makes a very dangerous and illegal pass so he can get them into a parking lot fast . Suguru giggles through all the honks and shouts they get.
Satoru fucks him on the hood of his Porsche, but he has to keep his shirt on because he doesn't want his nipple piercings to scratch the paint. Imagine how embarrassing that would be.
After he cums, he kneels down and puts out his tongue for Satoru to cum on so he doesn't leak on the leather.
Satoru cups Suguru’s chin and rubs his thumb over his tongue-ring, moving it around. A spurt of cum hits directly on top of the titanium ball.
“ Bullseye, ” Satoru’s says, big, dopey, post-coital grin on his face.
Suguru's so fucking gone for him, it's actually embarrassing.
Someone sees them fucking in the parking lot and reports them to the nearest police officer. They get a write up and a fine for indecent exposure and Suguru’s mortified. He still tastes Satoru’s battery acid cum in his mouth while the policeman scolds them.
“Hey, at least he was nice enough to let me finish before he came over, right? Counts as a win.”
Suguru says nothing, he just glowers.
Later that day, he tells his overly caffeinated med-school friend Shoko about the whole thing and she laughs so hard, she has to end the call early. Her cackles haunt him for days.
Suguru’s really nervous about being introduced to Satoru’s friends and frat mates. He’s always imagined guys like that being shitty meatheads, the homophobic kind that would be vocally grossed about him. The kind of sweaty, testosterone rich environment that makes everyone a little extra shitty.
Suguru arrives at the frat house sitting shotgun in Satoru’s Porsche, and Satoru does that thing where he just throws his arm over Suguru’s shoulders and pulls him to his side.
Maybe the guys might be assholes, Suguru doesn’t know, because they all act impeccably with him. A little surprised maybe, they look him up and down, for sure, and there's a little awkwardness between them all. But then Suguru realizes that no one would ever dare comment on Gojo Satoru’s choice of partner since he’s got a head above everyone else, more money than God and is arguably the biggest star on campus.
“This is Suguru. We're dating.” Satoru says, perfectly casual, and then grabs a bowl of half eaten chips from the table and stuffs a handful of stale potatoes in his mouth. “I'm starving, what's to eat?”
He doesn't bother to address any of the shocked looks, he just takes Suguru’s hand in his and pulls him to the kitchen. His salty, oily, chip stained hand. He’s such a slob sometimes, but Suguru’s more in love than ever. Even when Satoru drinks Coke straight from the bottle and then puts it back in the fridge.
Satoru makes himself a monstrous looking sandwich with probably five layers of meat and too much mayo. Suguru picks up the bottle and points at the Kewpie mascot.
“He kinda looks like you.”
“Funny.” Satoru rolls his eyes, chewing loudly. He also just shoves the sandwich in Suguru’s face and says, “Have a bite of this.”
Suguru wants to say no, it's really unappealing to him, but at the same time, it’s just a thing Satoru does. Like his love language is sharing snacks and creampies.
With that in mind, Suguru takes a bite from the freaky five meat sandwich. It's not bad.
“Not as bad as I expected. Could use a vegetable, though.”
“Everyone's a critic.”
But then he makes 2 more of those, one for Suguru (tomatoes and cucumbers are included) and another for himself. Suguru wants to complain he’s not hungry, not really , but he starts eating it anyways.
…
Maybe he's a little hungry.
He meets Satoru’s friend Sukuna. He’s about as tall as Satoru, but his neck is as thick as one of Suguru’s thighs and he’s got very visible tattoos. Him and Satoru’s favorite bonding activity seems to be playing Mortal Kombat against each other.
Suguru sits there for two out of three games to watch them obliterate each other in progressively uglier ways. Sukuna likes summoning Goro as a cameo for fatalities and Suguru thinks that’s kinda appropriate, since he’s wide and bulky enough to possibly have two sets of pectorals.
The tattoos are really distracting, though, and they make Suguru wonder idly about the rules on that.
“Are you allowed to have tattoos for classes?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not highschool anymore, is it? They let you in school with all the piercings, don’t they?”
Satoru looks at Suguru then, and smiles -
“Hey, babe - ” Sukuna rolls his eyes when he hears it, “Did you have those in highschool too? Or was it a thing you did when you came to Tokyo?”
“Well - ”
Sukuna looks annoyed, and instead of letting Suguru talk, he turns to Satoru.
“What do you mean you never asked? He’s got a bunch of visible piercings and you just never thought to ask the story? Haven’t you been hooking-up for months?”
“Well you know, Sukuna, it never really came up!” Satoru says with a laugh, and shrugs.
In Satoru’s defense, it’s not like Suguru ever asked him much about himself either. He spent the first half of their relationship bouncing between anxiety and arousal, flirting and bantering and talking stupid shit, before inevitably tripping over himself and happily falling onto Satoru’s dick.
Satoru and him are just so stupidly attracted to each other on this really animalistic sort of level that Suguru started thinking a while ago that maybe the whole pheromone theory is right and they just ooze some secret sauce of chemicals that makes them irresistible to each other. Suguru hopes that’s the case, because if it’s biology, he can excuse himself from the whole thing and just say “I can’t help it, it’s just the hormones that make me want suck his soul out through his cock. ”
“My friend Shoko did my ear piercings,” he says, cutting through their back and forth, “She’s from the same town as me, we knew each other in middle school.”
Suguru fondly remembers being barely fourteen when Shoko did his ear piercings with a sewing needle after class one day and popped in some cheap jewelry they bought.
“Then, when I was sixteen, I bought a piercing kit off the internet and did my own tongue in the mirror one night. I didn’t get it right the first time so it bled a lot, but then I thought it was really cool, kinda got addicted to it.”
“You did your tongue yourself? That’s so cool.” Satoru looks at him so fondly that Suguru can't help but tingle a little at it, flushing pleasantly. He looks at Suguru and Suguru looks at him. He pushes his hair behind his ear and leans his head to the side a little, and Oh God, he’s acting so embarrassing, but-
“See, asshole? Now you two know more about each other,” Sukuna says, loudly, breaking the spell between them. “It’ll improve your relationship. You should thank me for it.”
Later that night, they’re getting it on in Satoru’s room, and Suguru’s on top. Satoru’s cock is filling his insides and Suguru’s just rolling his hips lazily, when a question just comes to him all of a sudden.
“Satoruuu, what's your favorite movie?” he asks, mid-grind.
Satoru looks confused, but his eyes roll a little when Suguru clenches on him.
“Ugh, Lord of Rings, but I hate Frodo so I just fast-forward his scenes.”
His answer is undoubtedly earnest which actually makes Suguru’s pace falter a little.
“What do you mean you hate Frodo? I can't date a Frodo hater.”
“He’s annoying and obnoxiously whiny.”
“Frodo is young!”
“He’s thirty-three! Just say you don't get Tolkien and leave him alone!”
“Yeah well, Sam's younger, and he doesn't bitch.”
Satoru’s hands move to Suguru’s hips and he just keeps them there for a second while Suguru is undoubtedly annoyed.
“Babe, while the Tolkein talk is hot and all, can you please move? Please move? Please .”
Suguru sighs and then goes back to rocking himself up and down, marveling at the fact that Satoru’s cock in his ass is still rock hard, like their little squabble did nothing to ease up on his erection. He snickers to himself, and-
“What’s your favorite manga?”
“Bleach,” Satoru answers, and he thrusts up, taking Suguru by surprise and making him gasp. “Yours?”
“Tokyo Ghoul-” he says, and has to drag out the sounds of it because Satoru keeps thrusting up into him and it’s messing up his focus.
“Edgy. Let me flip you over-”
When they’re done, Satoru lays on his back, kissing the crown of Suguru’s sweaty head and running his fingers through his hair while Suguru uses his nicely muscled chest as a pillow. He feels a vague sense of guilt.
“I lied,” he says quickly, and then puts a hand on his mouth.
“Huh? About what?”
Post-coital Suguru feels oddly sincere.
“My favorite manga is Yotsuba .” Satoru snorts and starts laughing and Suguru feels horribly embarrassed. “Stooop, don’t laugh. I love dark shit, you know, but like…” Suguru elbows him but it only makes him cackle more. “Stop laughing, Yotsuba is cute!”
“You’re cute.”
Satoru grabs him by the back of his head and gives him some cute, smacking kisses on his cheek.
“Stop, stop - Listen. I love dark manga, alright? But then, I was stuck at my aunt’s house for a summer when I was seventeen, and she loved the cutesy slice of life books. I was depressed and miserable, and I picked up those books just to pass the time. I ended up loving them.”
Satoru looks at him with such fondness on his face that it throws him off a little. He cups Suguru’s face and smiles at him all dopey. Sweaty forehead and flushed up cheeks. He’s got dimples when he smiles and perfectly straight, white teeth.
“I watched To Your Eternity last year and cried my heart out during every episode. Then, Sukuna came in and made fun of me for it, so I made him watch it with me and I swear he got misty eyed too.”
Suguru giggles, trying to imagine Satoru and Sukuna both crying at tear-jerking anime.
“Tell me something else about yourself, then,” Suguru asks, curious. “Tell me something you haven't told anyone else before.”
He's swallowed so much of Gojo Satoru’s cum that he could recognize it by taste and texture alone. He’s deserving of Satoru’s secrets.
“No idea what to tell you. I don't really have secrets, hmmm…” he sits there twirling Suguru’s hair on his finger, gently pulling at it while he hums to himself. “Oh, I lost my virginity in a threesome.”
“ What ?”
“Yeah, hahaha. I went to one of those legacy boarding schools, right? All boys school, and we had a sister school that was all girls, so we'd have a lot of mixing events. One time, two older girls took me to their bedroom and had their way with me.”
Suguru looks at him absolutely amazed, realizing once again that Satoru is simply a straight guy cliché, the dude that other dudes dream about being. Aspirational for the kind of man that used to sneer at Suguru in public.
“I lost my virginity to a dude I met on the internet. He lived in the next town over, I had to take a train to get there, and I told him I was older than I actually was.”
The guy was really sweaty and anxious. He took Suguru back to the train station without a word and kissed his cheek as a goodbye, they never spoke again. He tried reaching out to Suguru, but he just blocked him everywhere, a common trend with him.
“He didn't even offer to pay for my ticket back home.” Suguru sniffs.
“Asshole. He didn't deserve you,” Satoru hugs him and turns around on his side, looking at Suguru. “Did he break your heart?”
“No, I don't think he did.” A pause. “Maybe I broke his.”
“My cute, little heartbreaker.”
Suguru smirks and puts his tongue out. Winks.
Suguru's no stranger to heartbreak, but he’s very careful about breaking his own heart in advance and cutting men off before they get the chance to do it for him. He blocks guys if they get too needy, he set traps for them to convince himself they're no good.
Suguru operates on the premise that they all have the potential to break him, none of them are sincere, even if they seem like it. He sets them up to fail one way or another, finds a way to prove himself right.
Suguru pushes Satoru's chest and climbs on top of him again. He lowers himself over him, hair over his shoulder, and rubs his nose against Satoru’s. Smirks.
“Has anyone ever broken your heart?”
“Nah. Never liked anyone enough for that until now.”
A couple of months ago, he remembers being in his favorite club, drinking with the realization that he likes Satoru heavy in his stomach.
He liked Satoru much more than he was comfortable liking a sporadic hook-up. Especially someone like Satoru who said he was straight, claimed he's never ever been interested in another guy like that, and somehow Suguru believed him. Brilliant man, but as dense as a tree trunk.
And then, there was the other problem, of course - Suguru’s own ego, and the fact that he liked having a guy as hot and popular that desired cumming like a teenager for him, all desperate to fuck Suguru’s mouth and praising him about it. Was it going to eventually lead him into deep shit? Yes, but he couldn’t possibly pretend it wasn’t doing anything to his pride. And the guy had been in a fucking relationship with a girl, what the fuck was that all about? How deeply in the closet can someone be? No self awareness at all.
God, it was such a terrible idea. It was even worse when he started hanging out with him outside of that, like when they started going to the arcade together or some other shit like that.
“I have to do something about this,” Suguru told himself, and then promptly called Satoru with the intent to cause a fight. Maybe Satoru was out with the girl, maybe he was with his friends. Suguru called him and wanted to get rejected, he wanted Satoru to tell him off, brush him off, anything to convince himself that the guy wasn’t all that, just another asshole he could say his goodbyes to.
But then, Satoru just had to surprise him. Had to be sweet about it, Suguru thought bitterly.
Satoru came to pick him up, gave him water, took him home. Took off his make-up and cuddled into him. Suguru slept like a baby and when he woke up in the morning, with his cheek pressed against the pillow and Satoru’s heavy weight on top of him, instead of feeling claustrophobic, he just felt a deep feeling of peace and contentment. Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a star athlete on top of you?
How monstrously unfair it was, that the sweetest, most endearing man he ever met was Gojo Satoru, but Suguru knew he couldn’t allow himself to get too comfortable in this relationship.
Satoru would get tired of him. Satoru would get bored. Maybe he’ll realize he’s not really cut out to date a guy. Novelty wears off, and a relationship with a woman would be easier, wouldn’t it? And Suguru himself, he’s not exactly an easy person to deal with, or love.
Shoko comes to visit him in his dorm one day, they talk a little, and she sits on his bed while he gets ready for a date with Satoru. He’s got a big game that evening and Suguru thinks he should do something special for that - if they’re team wins, they should celebrate somehow.
He makes sure his hair looks extra shiny, his make-up is perfect. He does his nails fresh. He brings out the special extra long demonias. Puts together a special outfit.
“How do I look?” he asks Shoko who’s been texting some girl for the last 10 minutes, probably trying to flirt. When she looks at him, she makes a shocked face.
“Who are you and why are you dressing my Suguru like a slut? That outfit looks obscene.”
Suguru rolls his eyes.
“I’m all covered up.”
“You’re wearing leggings! You’re wearing leggings with knee high boots? I’ve never seen your thighs so revealed.”
“They’re literally covered-” he pulls at the fabric of his leggings, and he thinks yes, okay, this is out of character for him. He doesn’t wear stuff like this usually .
But if Satoru wins the game, Suguru wants to reward him. If Satoru loses the game, Suguru wants to console him. Both of those instances benefit from a sexy outfit.
“I can’t believe you’re dressing up like that for a “straight” guy.” She does over-exaggerated double quotes and cocks her head to the side in a little droopy owl impersonation, looks Suguru up and down and then frowns.“Turn around.”
Suguru does, a little bit ashamed of himself. The shirt he’s wearing is loose and baggy, but it has a split in the middle down the middle and reveals his lower back. He’s chosen it specifically because it frames his ass too. He’s a little ashamed of himself, actually, but not enough to change. He hears Shoko sigh behind him.
“All that for some guy. Unless he’s Prince Charming himself, he’s not worth it.”
Privately, Suguru disagrees, but he’s not gonna tell Shoko that.
“You're being mean. What if they get a crushing defeat? Shouldn't I be there to support him?”
“I'm just saying, Suguru, you start dressing like that for him, he should start paying your tuition.”
He huffs at the implications of that, but Shoko just laughs at him. She walks up behind him and slaps his ass with both hands, making it giggle.
“ Shoko !”
“Relax, I’m just teasing you. You look great, you know? A real snack. A beaut. If I wasn’t a lesbian, I’d challenge your frat bro boyfriend to a duel for your hand in marriage.”
He goes to Satoru’s game, and they’re playing against some university in Kyoto. It’s not even close to being a tight score, their team is winning so hard even Suguru’s a little embarrassed for the other guys, but he can’t help but cheer whenever he sees Satoru score.
There’s a moment in which Satoru wipes the sweat off his face with his jersey, looks in the crowd and zeroes in on Suguru. He makes eye contact with him and winks, and then takes the ball and throws his behind himself to score one the craziest, most improbable looking 3 pointer shots Suguru’s ever seen. Wacky ass Space Jam moment, how the fuck do you even achieve that?
The crowd goes wild all around him and he jumps up to cheer him on too. Satoru sees it and blows him a kiss towards the audience, towards Suguru, and he really swoons a little before snapping out of it. How dare he be so hot and charming and hot and dripping wet with sweat, and Suguru’s getting, like, a tingle in the back of his neck when he looks at him, an insane urge to swallow his dick and lick his balls.
Shoko’s right , he thinks, I am a slut . Oh well.
When he meets with Satoru after the game, he’s already showered and changed. His hair’s still damp and he looks Suguru up and down. He obviously likes what he sees because he gets little hearts in his eyes and grins.
“What did I do deserve such an outfit?”
Suguru goes up to him, puts his arms around his neck and presses his nose against Satoru’s.
“Thought you’d lose. This would have been the consolation outfit.”
“Oh, I see. I understand. Since I won, there’s no need for a consolation outfit,” Satoru says, his hands sliding through the back slit of Suguru’s shirt, running his hands down his spine, groping him in the hallway of the sports center where really anyone can see them. “Can I take it off, then?”
“Hmmm, let me think about it, I’m not sure you’re down trodden enough to deserve it,” Suguru says, looking at his nails and trying to seem casual about it as if he doesn’t want to lick Satoru’s whole body and nibble on his dick. Then, he looks at Satoru with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Beg me for it.”
Satoru grabs him by the ass, really digs his fingers in Suguru’s meat and pulls him close.
“Please, Suguru,” he whispers in his ear, “Please, please, please - let me stretch your hole around my dick.” He doesn’t sound like he’s really begging, he’s way too cocky for that, but it sends a shiver down Suguru’s spine when he hears it.
“Hmm, I’m thinking about it-” he answers as he’s bouncing up and down on the spot. “You know, I’ve realized I let you have things way too easily. I should make you work for it more.”
“Oh, I see. So that’s how you wanna play it tonight.” He kisses Suguru’s cheek and mouths at his ear. “Tell me how do you want me to work for it, then, baby?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wants to push Satoru in the broom closet and suck him off BUT he must resist the temptation.
“I haven’t decided yet. Until I’m satisfied with you.”
Satoru blinks fast at him, surprised, but then his smirk turns sharp and dark. One hand on Suguru’s ass, and the other caressing his back.
“I’m gonna tease you until you cry, minx. You’ll have to beg me to fuck you.”
Satoru takes him to a party with his teammates at a club he’s never been to before. It's a whole different vibe than the goth clubs he’s used to, with mainstream music and less black and white face make-up. Satoru holds his hand as he guides him through the sea of people to their section, and Suguru just keeps looking at his back - he’s wearing a tight black shirt and just plain old jeans, but the shirt highlights every rippling muscle, the exaggerated V of his back and waist is to die for and the pants even make his ass look nice.
“I'll introduce you to my teammates,” he says, and when he does, one of them asks.
“Hey, Satoru, didn't know you liked guys.”
“Haha, I don't men. I'm just into Suguru.”
There's some obvious confusion at the statement, but it’s clear that no one wants to argue the point with Satoru when they’re at a club, so Suguru is spared of the mortifying ordeal of having to hear Satoru probably use his blowjob skills as a reason for being together. It's not like he thinks Satoru’s with him just for that, but it's definitely one of the reasons.
“I wanna dance with you,” Satoru whispers in his ear, and pulls him on the dancefloor, in the middle of all the partiers grinding together.
Satoru said he doesn't usually dance at all, but Suguru likes the feel of his body against his while they move to the music. Satoru’s big arms around him, his hands under the hem of his shirt, the solid muscles of his chest. Satoru smells good too, Suguru likes the mild cologne he uses, the shower gel, the way his skin smells. He even likes how Satoru smells when he's a little sweaty, it just makes him think of their warm bodies after sex.
“You're so gorgeous, fuck, I can't believe you’re always hiding this ass under those baggy pants of yours.” Satoru’s hands are just glued to his ass, kneading it and digging his fingers in Suguru’s flesh. “I wanna rip these leggings off of you completely.”
“Not here. Behave .”
“I'd fuck you here if you'd let me.”
“You want everyone to be staring at us?”
Satoru grins so big at that, and he kisses Suguru’s neck, sucks on his skin.
“Yes. We can give them a show. We're the hottest couple here, I think they'd all be into it.”
It makes a lot of sense to Suguru that Satoru would be an exhibitionist, but unfortunately for him, he also finds the idea hot. Goddamnit. They're gotta get arrested one of these days and they'll go to jail because neither of them can keep it in their pants and they're obsessed with each other.
“I don't know about anyone else looking at us, but if you find a private booth where it's just the two of us, I'll give you a treat.” He gives Satoru a little kiss on the cheek too, and sees his eyes go wide.
“ Deal .”
Satoru takes his hand and takes him to the balcony, where the VIP sections are. It's so expensive up there, and a waste of money too since Satoru doesn’t even drink, but he pays for bottles and sends them down to his teammates so just him and Suguru can be alone there.
“Okay, Mister Moneybags,” Suguru laughs, and pushes him on the plush couch, before climbing onto his lap.
“I’m just interested in seeing whatever Suguboo has to offer me.”
He's never been bold enough to give anyone a lapdance until now, but how hard can it be? Satoru’s horny for him, it can't be too hard to satisfy a guy that's already besotted with you?
So with that in mind, he just goes for it, rolling his body in Satoru’s lap, languidly stretching out his spine, his chest in Satoru’s face. Swaying and bending, letting his ass fall over Satoru’s cock, dragging over it, teasing him through the layer of clothes between them. It's easy to feel sexy when your partner wants you, and Satoru’s eyes are just glazed over with want - pupils blown up big and dark, lower lip between his teeth.
He wants to put his hand on Suguru’s hips but Suguru grabs his wrists and pushes them away. He tsks him, and Satoru just pouts.
“You want to kill me with the teasing. Not even gonna let me touch you? You're so mean.”
“Be a good boy, Satoru,” he coos, and then touches Satoru’s lips, drags his thumb over them.
Instead of responding, Satoru takes his thumb between his teeth and bites it, then he wraps his arms around Suguru’s middle and holds him tight.
“I want you,” he says, looking Suguru straight in the eye, completely serious. “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you. You drive me crazy.”
Fuck. He’s so disarming and intense.
“Satoru…-”
“Let me take you home already.”
Turns out that if you get Satoru horny enough, he goes from teasing to begging to earnest and sincere. Suguru thinks he put up a valiant effort to make Satoru work for it. He didn't fold immediately after seeing him. He gives himself points for effort.
Satoru takes him back to his frat house and into his bedroom. He throws him on the bed and rips his leggings off at the seams, exposing his ass.
“Can I take off my boots first before you ravish me?”
“No, we're keeping the boots. They're hot,” Satoru says, caressing his cheeks and thighs, pulling at the elastic of his underwear and letting it crack over his skin. “You're wearing a thong. Jesus . That's just asking for it at this point, Suguru.”
He’s face down, ass up, cheek pressed against Satoru’s bed and his leggings ripped up. He’s been vibrating with excitement for the whole night, waiting to get back here so Satoru can fuck him.
“So what are you gonna do to me then, Daddy ?”
“What did you call me?”
Satoru's jaw drops when he hears that, his face blushing and eyes wide. Not really a Daddy sort of face, it's like Satoru’s buffering, but after he processes it, a slow smile spreads on his face. All teeth and bite.
At least 40% more added Daddy.
Oh dear.
“Daddy, huh? I like that. You should say that again.”
And then he just pulls Suguru’s thong aside and licks his hole with the flat of his tongue. It’s so sudden and surprising that Suguru gasps and jumps, but Satoru just grabs his hip and pulls him forwards towards his face. Fuck fuck fuck, Suguru thinks, feels himself melting, turning into putty under Satoru’s attention - it’s the first time he’s rimming Suguru and it’s so hot that he thinks he’s gonna pass out from it.
Satoru pushes the tip of his tongue into Suguru’s hole, forcing it against his skin, licking at the rim. He tongue-fucks him too, and Suguru feels his thighs shaking, Satoru’s saliva dripping down his taint, moaning like crazy. It’s not even the physicality of it - guys have done this to him in the past too, it was never a big deal, he didn’t think it felt like much - but it’s Satoru eating him out. It’s so much different, so much better just because it’s Satoru doing it.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Satoru asks, and he spits on Suguru’s hole and pushes two fingers inside him.
“Yes, yes - Satoru, please-”
Satoru manages to turn him into a needy, pathetic mess whenever he touches him, it’s so embarrassing but he can’t control himself. He’s really so into this fucking guy. Objectively speaking, he’s been with more experienced lovers. Satoru’s biggest advantage is that he’s got a huge dick and Suguru’s a size queen, but he’s still not exactly used to fucking a dude - sometimes he’s too rough or he never touches Suguru’s dick or he never gives any warning before cumming down Suguru’s throat. One time he choked on it and it came out his nose.
It doesn’t matter.
Satoru could just lay there and expect Suguru to ride him and blow him and that’s it and Suguru would still be into it. Satoru could be the most selfish lover out there and Suguru wouldn’t mind pleasuring him. There’s just something that happens to his brain whenever Satoru’s around, some sort of click that makes all his rational thoughts and inhibitions melt away, he’s just that much into him.
Satoru licks at his stretched rim as he fingers him, and Suguru feels his poor dick straining under the fabric of his underwear and the ripped up leggings. His fingers keep pistoning against Suguru’s prostate, making his eyes roll back and his back arch deeply, pushing his ass more into Satoru’s face against his fingers. When Satoru moves his mouth away from his hole, he bites Suguru’s asscheeks and sucks bruises onto them like he wants to mark him up and down.
“Call me Daddy again,” Satoru demands, his voice low and raspy and amused. “I like that. Feels like I gotta take care of you.”
Oh god, it’s gonna go to his head, isn’t it? He’s gonna be so obnoxious about it. Suguru really shouldn’t feed into this, it’s just gonna end up backfiring on him and -
“Daddy, please fuck me. Please fuck me. I need you-”
Well, Suguru’s distantly aware that it’s a bad decision to feed into Satoru’s ego like this, but the problem is, he’s very much attracted to Satoru’s ego and just really likes making him happy.
“I got you, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
Satoru pulls his hair when he fucks him, and cums inside his ass so that Suguru’s insides feel like they’re flooded with his load. Satoru’s really the first guy that’s ever hit it raw like that. He used to have a really strict rule about always using condoms, but it’s never even crossed his mind to ask Satoru to use anything. If it’s Satoru, it’s alright, even when it drips everywhere and makes him feel like a slut. Maybe because of it?
Suguru used to hate it when he felt like men and boys had any sort of upper hand on him - he was always the one that broke up with them, always blocking their calls, calling off dates, refusing to let anyone get close to him. He kept them at arm's length even when they were inside him, shut down emotionally because he refused to be the one ending up in a vulnerable position. So what the hell happened to him?
Satoru manhandles him around however he wants to - pushes him on his back and puts Suguru’s thighs around his middle, knee-high boots and all. He keeps touching them while he fucks him too, and rakes his nails over Suguru’s ass. He feels like he’s pinned down in place while Satoru uses his hole, and it’s the most turned on he’s ever been.
Everything in his head just melts away and he’s just Satoru’s baby, or sex toy, or whatever, he’s just there to be wanted and provide pleasure for his lover, and it’s all he wants to do. He’s never been sexier than this, like his whole body was just made for pleasure, his skin tingling with it, hot, swirling fire deep in his belly. Satoru’s cock feels huge too, branding him on the inside, close to overwhelming - too big to be gentle and too hard, unyielding, but Suguru can take it so well for him.
“Do you like that, babe? Am I making you feel good?”
Each thrust is a question and Suguru’s too fucked out to actually respond, everytime he opens his mouth it’s just moans and whines, tears in the corners of his eyes from all the stimulation.
“Say, Satoru, I love your cock .”
Look, everything’s just scrambled up in Suguru’s head. He came all over himself and Satoru kept fucking him. He’s drooling and tearing up. Satoru’s cock feels like it’s drilling through his soul, feels like he’s got cum for brains. Just a mess. So it’s not his fault, when he finds himself yelling -
“Satoru, I love you!”
- right in the middle of getting his guts rearranged.
And then he processes what he said and gasps.
Oh no.
Oh fuck.
Oh my god.
“Love you too, babe, fuck - ” Satoru groans, and continues thrusting inside Suguru without missing a beat, “ - your hole feels like a dream.”
His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, runs a hand through his sweaty hair. Satoru makes these deep, sexy noises when he’s about to cum. Insanely hot. Suguru’s whole body is tense and clenching, a combination of arousal and shame.
Satoru melts on top of him after he finishes, kissing him deeply and hugging him close, relaxed and happy and rumbling contentedly. He rubs his nose against Suguru’s and keeps pressing kisses and pecks on his lips, his cock slowly softening inside.
It’s the closest he’s ever been to anybody and he’s a terrified of it, still reeling after The Thing that came out of his mouth and how casually Satoru just replied to it. Suguru’s heart is beating like crazy and Satoru is just cuddling.
“I like how you smell - you always smell so good, Suguru-” he digs his nose in Suguru’s hair and sniffs him, hands on his face, breathing him in. Suguru closes his eyes and wills himself to relax into it, hopeful that Satoru is just not going to mention anything about what was said in the heat of the moment.
Satoru ends up falling asleep right on top of him, and then after about half an hour or so, he wakes up, kisses Suguru again and takes him to the bathroom to shower together. Suguru has to mournfully say goodbye to his one and only pair of leggings. They served him well, though.
When they go back to bed, Satoru sleeps on his back and pulls Suguru to his chest, and Suguru just presses his ear against him body and listens to the sounds he makes - Satoru’s breathing, his heartbeats, his stomach rumbling, the occasional snore. He thinks it’s all cute and charming. Satoru’s body. He wants to crawl inside him and nest there sometimes in the most normal way possible, and then whenever he gets a thought like that he also feels like bashing his head against a wall because that’s the sort of shit lovesick teenagers want.
Suguru said he loved him.
Suguru twists and turns the phrase in his head, and tries to argue with himself that it was just some heat of the moment tongue slips, but…
There’s really only one choice.
He needs to break up with Satoru.
Breaking up with Satoru seems like the only reasonable choice to prevent himself even more heartache down the line. It’s already bad that this boy has him so wrapped up around his dick, it’s even worse now that Suguru realizes he’s actually pretty much madly in love with him. And since Satoru hasn’t acknowledged it at all after they said it, Suguru assumes it was all just heat of the moment and Satoru casually reacting to him.
The thing is, for Suguru this is serious. Serious trouble. He should really just cut ties before moving forward.
With that in mind, he tries to steel himself against it for a few days, but all he manages to do is becomes progressively clingier whenever he's with Satoru. Wraps his arms around Satoru’s and pushes his face into the dip of his shoulder. Curls up in his lap without saying anything.
“Suguru, baby, what's gotten into you? You're so much cuter lately, you're so clingy.”
I have to break up with you, Suguru tells himself.
“Nothing. It's nothing.”
“You sure? You can tell me, you know. Come here.” Satoru’s very happy to be equally affectionate and clingy with Suguru. Keeps him in his lap and kisses his temple, nuzzles against his jaw.
Suguru shoves his hand under Satoru’s shirt to touch his skin and the soft, squishy, relaxed muscles underneath. He likes to dig into Satoru’s pecs and abs to grope him.
“God, you can’t keep your hands off of me lately. Not that I’m complaining-”
“Then don’t say anything stupid, just let me-” And Suguru just lays down in Satoru’s lap, legs on the couch, head in his lap, takes his cock out of his pants and puts in his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re really gonna kill me with that one day,” Satoru says, and puts his hands on Suguru’s head, caressing him. He sounds a little frustrated, and as soon Suguru takes him in his mouth, his dick starts filling out on his tongue.
The thing is - Suguru really, really likes to feel Satoru’s dick in his mouth, in all stages, whether it’s soft or rock hard. Likes the way he feels him getting hard or the reverse, gently licking and suckling while Satoru goes progressively softer after cumming down Suguru’s throat. He really, really likes Satoru’s dick, whether it’s touching it, kissing it, licking it or sucking on it, he even likes rubbing his cheek against it and nuzzling on it.
It’s a really gorgeous looking dick too - so long and thick, curving inwards towards Satoru’s stomach, the tip of it is dark pink and flushes down the girth of it. It’s uncut, but when Satoru’s super duper, extremely hard, the foreskin pulls back a little and reveals the soft, shiny head of it beading with salty precum that Suguru laps up. Satoru’s dick is so big, it hangs like an elephant’s trunk when he’s soft and Suguru sometimes wonders how the hell he doesn’t get dizzy when he’s hard - brain lacking oxygenation because there’s no way someone has enough blood in their system to keep a dick like that hard with proper mental function. Maybe that’s why Satoru’s intelligence seems to liquify when he’s horny.
Satoru’s got perfectly symmetrical balls too, and Suguru really likes caressing them. Whenever he lets Satoru cum on his face, he sits there with his tongue out and he likes seeing Satoru’s balls tighten and his cock twitch before he marks Suguru’s face with his cum. And Satoru’s white pubes are cute too, they’re trimmed and soft and Suguru likes it when they tickle his nose and he can feel them against his lips - like that’s the finish line, that he can do a good enough job to take Satoru’s cock to the root. And he likes the way Satoru smells down there too, he’s all clean skin and heady sexy boy smell, warm and slightly musky, salty-sweet.
Satoru’s dick <3 It’s so perfect <3
Where’s he ever gonna find a dude with a cock that nice?
No wonder Suguru fell in love with it, and him.
Satoru’s fingers tighten and loosen in Suguru’s hair while Suguru hums around his cock, his saliva rolling down Satoru’s balls while he happily spaces out on his dick. Sucking dick is Suguru’s love language, because he loves servicing Satoru like that, and he’s good at it, and he’s proud of himself whenever he’s able to make Satoru lose it. It’s also just really nice to feel himself smothered by Satoru’s scent and his taste, can’t think of anything else other than pleasing him and being good for him.
He’s been feeling so guilty lately about his decision to break up with Satoru before Satoru breaks up with him, so he ends up in this position a lot - lavishing it with love and attention, sucking on Satoru’s dick to self-soothe like it’s an overgrown pacifier.
He sucks so much cock he’s gonna have to start logging in Gojo Cum as a macro in MyFitnessPal.
“I feel like a bag of Capri-Sun,” Satoru says afterwards, all limp and soft, melted into the couch cushions. If Suguru tries to touch him, he twitches everywhere, toes curling and all. He turns to look at Suguru with his face all red, flushed from his orgasm, big eyes looking shiny wet and standing out even bluer. “Are you a vampire?”
“Pfft, no ,” Suguru snorts.
“Succubus?”
“No, I’m afraid. I'm a very basic, boring human.”
“You sure?”
“Very sure.”
“Okay.”
Satoru closes his eyes and just sinks even further into the couch cushions. He takes Suguru’s hand and brings it to his mouth, kisses his knuckles and then presses it against his flushed cheek.
“If you were a vampire though, I’d let you suck the life out of me.”
Satoru sleepily shuffles around the couch a little and his head lands in Suguru’s lap. He falls asleep like that, his legs dangling off the side of the couch, Suguru’s nail scratching his nape.
“I need to break up with Satoru.”
“Right. Mister Big Dick Daddy that gets you to wear leggings? That guy you’re so down bad for that you were sucking his dick for free for months? Be serious.”
“Can you keep your voice down, please?”
They’re in a KFC and Shoko is not really loud, but she’s not whispering delicately about it either. Instead of apologizing for embarrassing him, she just steals one of his untouched wings and bites into it.
“So why do you wanna break up with him? Did he cheat on you?”
“What? No.”
“Is he being nasty to you?”
“No, Satoru’s very sweet to me.”
“Right. Is he having Erectile Dysfunction? Can't keep it up? Cum too soon? Doesn't satisfy you in bed?”
“ No, no, no and no. Shoko , come on.”
“You bored of him?”
“No.”
She just rolls her eyes.
“Then objectively speaking, you have no good reason to break-up with the only guy I've ever seen you be genuinely interested in.”
Suguru knows she’s right, but at the same time, he can’t help but feel the looming sense of imminent doom if he continues like this. “I can’t be with Satoru, Shoko. I told him I love him.” He confesses it as matter of factly as possible. She blinks a few times and, blank face, she just goes -
“Huh.”
Shoko picks up a fry and dips it in mayo.
“He said it back.”
“And let me guess - the thought of emotional intimacy and the possibility of a true connection fucks you up so much you wanna break up with him now?”
“I hate how quickly you summed that up.”
She shrugs.
“Habit. I know you. You’re not slick. And I know how terrifying vulnerability is to you. And me too, you know, I’m not in a position to judge.”
Shoko says this very directly and plainly, which is what he needs in this case. But it doesn’t mean he likes hearing it.
“He’s gonna hurt me really, really bad when he decides he doesn’t want to be with a guy anymore-”
“So you want to hurt him really, really bad in advance. Hey look, I get it. Honestly - and at the end of the day, it’s your relationship. Do whatever you want. It’s just that you don’t really wanna break up with him, Suguru. You’ve never asked me for advice or told me what you’re planning on doing, you just inform people that you cut off so and so from your life and that’s it.”
She’s right. He’s always just cut things off with men without ever saying anything. What he’s doing here is basically trying to convince himself that he should be doing this to protect himself, but instead…
“It’s just harder with him.”
“Yeah, I bet.” A pause. “Can I have another wing?”
He pushes his food towards her and Shoko takes it happily, biting into the crispy meat while Suguru stares forlornly out the window.
“Listen Suguru, it’s gonna hurt either way. What’s the rush to get there?”
Suguru tells himself he really, really has to get this done this week, or else he’s never gonna break up with him. It’s now or never, and he has to stay focused. He’ll do it on their next date.
So when the time comes around, he gets dressed up for it, does his hair. He does his whole prep at home and puts in his favorite butt plug too - it’s not like he’s planning on sleeping with Satoru - No, Really, Seriously, He’s going there to break up with him. The buttplug is just…just in case, you know?
And the first thing he does when he sees Satoru is kiss him.
“Oh wow, someone’s eager today, ain’t he?”
Satoru teases as Suguru kisses and bites his neck, leaving possessive little hickies up and down his porcelain pale skin.
“Just take me to your room and fuck me,” Suguru say, his voice raspy, already clinging to Satoru in the hallway of the fucking frat house.
“Yes, Sir. Let me just - ”
Satoru puts his hands under Suguru’s ass and hoists him up, and Suguru smoothly wraps his legs around his middle and carries him like that. Doesn’t stumble or grunt or anything even though he has to walk up the stairs like that and he’s pretty sure at least 2 or 3 people see them but whatever. He takes him to his room and throws Suguru on the bed.
“Saaatoruuuu~ you’re so strong.” He makes sure to put a little drama in it too, because Satoru likes it.
“Course I am. What? Don’t you like being carried around like that, baby? Want a princess carry next time? I’m up for it, you know.” So of course he takes that as a sign to throw away his T Shirt and flex his biceps like he’s Popeye.
Suguru wants to say it’s stupid and roll his eyes, but unfortunately for him, he’s very weak for the silly shit Satoru does, and it doesn’t hurt that Satoru’s arm is thick and perfect and amazing. He could learn anatomy and the major muscles in the human body just by touching and licking him all over.
So of course, Satoru fucks him within an inch of his life. When he discovers the butt plug, he’s so excited about it and teases Suguru, pushing it in and out and licking his rim. Whenever Satoru eats him out and plays with his hole like that, he loses it and starts begging for it, shoving his ass in Satoru’s face and shaking it just to urge him on.
“ Satoruuuu , come on.”
And Satoru, instead of obliging him, just smacks his ass once and says -
“Ask for it nicely and Daddy's gonna fuck you good.’
Suguru wants to roll his eyes at that. He really did create a monster, didn’t he? And Daddy as a pronoun is really kinda silly, but if it's gonna get him fucked…
“Daddy, please fuck me.”
“Hmmm. I don’t think that’s whiny enough, you gotta put more bratty baby into it.”
Love makes you do strange things, like call a guy that’s three months older than you daddy just because you really want dick. But even then…
“ Daddy ,” he says, warning in his voice, annoyed.
“Okay, okay, jeez. Don’t need to hiss at me, baby. I got what you need right here,” he says, and slaps his dick heavily against Suguru’s ass, rubs the leaking head of it against his hole.
Suguru wants to turn around properly and argue with him, but Satoru chooses that moment to push inside him, from tip to root in one swift motion, and Suguru can’t do anything other than yell, groan and bury his face in his hands. From then on, his thoughts just get pounded out of his head as Satoru fucks him.
He falls asleep right after and manages to sleep for an hour or so, before he wakes up in a panicked daze. Satoru’s sleeping next to him, and Suguru’s heart skips a beat when he looks at him, and then he tells himself, “God, I should really just get this over with”.
And yet, what he ends up doing is waking Satoru up with a blow job and then riding him.
It’s 6 a.m. when he’s brushing his teeth in front of Satoru’s bathroom mirror when Suguru has a breakthrough. He rinses his mouth out and then runs to Satoru, shakes him awake.
“Satoru, Satoru. Wake up. Wake up, I need to talk to you.” “I’m up, I’m up, is everything okay?” Satoru’s got pillow creases on his face, sleep still heavy on his lashes, obviously confused about what the hell’s happening, “Babe, if everything alright?”
Suguru just nods, and Satoru sighs. Suguru lets him relax into the pillows before announcing,
“I wanted to break up with you.”
Satoru blinks, frowns, and sits up on his elbows.
“Huh? Why? Did I do something?”
“No. Not really. No - you haven’t done anything. Nothing bad. You’re amazing, actually. That’s the problem.”
“I’m amazing, but you want to break up with me?”
Suguru isn’t really well versed in how he’s supposed to have a conversation like this, but at the same time, he knows he has to get everything out there. For better or for worse, whatever happens, happens, all the regular cliches. If not, it's just gonna eat at him.
He takes a deep breathe, steels himself and says -
“Satoru, I love you.”
And the response is automatic -
“I love you too, babe.”
No pause, no thinking, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“See - that! That’s why - I mean - Satoruuuu. ” He’s so frustrated with this, gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to clam up.
Satoru takes his hands. He’s sitting up in bed, slightly hunched forward, and he kisses Suguru’s palm to ease his nerves.
“Deep breath. It’s okay. You can say whatever you want to say, and take as much time as you need.”
“Satoru, I think you’re gonna end up hurting me really, really badly.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Suguru.”
That just makes him snort.
“You can’t promise that, Satoru.”
“Yes, I can.” And with that, Satoru pulls him in his lap, Suguru’s legs on either side of him, hands on his waist. Suguru laces his fingers behind Satoru’s neck, presses their foreheads together and pecks him on the lips.
“You’re so arrogant. No one can promise that sort of shit.”
“Well - I can. Can’t stand the thought of someone hurting the person I love.”
Suguru sighs, thumbs the hairs at the nape of his neck. He wants to tell Satoru that he’s afraid he’ll stop loving him. And Suguru knows he’s a difficult person.
“You know, I’m not really easy to love, Satoru-”
“Who told you that?” he asks. He seems upset that he has to ask at all, pouting at Suguru.
“No one told me anything. I just know.”
And Satoru kisses him first, then presses his forehead against Suguru’s. Rubs their nose together.
“That’s so funny, you know? Falling in love with you’s been the easiest thing in the world for me. I think you’re just overthinking it.” He kisses Suguru again, on his lips and his nose and his forehead, combing his fingers through his hair. “Do you still wanna break up?”
God, he never wanted to break up in the first place. Not really.
“No.” Suguru sniffs a little as he answers.
“ Good ,” Satoru grins at him then, and pushes him back onto the bed, “Would be embarrassing if you did, right after I told my mom about you.”
“ What ?”
“Oh yeah. I called to ask for the beach house, right? And she was excited, she asked me if I had a new girlfriend to take there, and I said, No, Boyfriend, and then she went quiet for a bit and she asked for pictures of you and then I sent her your instagram. Somehow she seemed much more positive about it after she saw you, I think she thinks you're pretty.” The more Satoru talks, the more horrified Suguru is, “Anyways, she said she wants to meet you.”
A pause.
“And what did you say?”
“Well, of course I want you to meet my mom.” Satoru barely seems to think anything about it, while Suguru already feels himself spiraling into panic mode. “My dad too. But mostly my mom. They’ll love you, I bet, my mom’s really punk, you know.”
Suguru’s first impulse is to panic, but then, as Satoru continues to yap more and more, he finds himself slowly relaxing and settling down into a strange sort of calm, probably born out of inevitability, but also just contentment and peace.
So he’s really serious about a relationship, huh, Suguru thinks, I guess we’ll just see where it leads.
Somehow, he feels oddly and uncharacteristically optimistic about the future. Maybe Satoru’s rubbing off on him.
Notes:
Bringing this back by popular demand for chapter 2. The first part was so well received I kinda felt like I had to write a part two just to thank everyone for their support, so here it is. :D
I really love writing Suguru's pov, but usually i just end up writing him as super angsty. Emoguru 3. So this was a fun change of pace - i love the energy of slut4slut satosugu, they should both be horny and down bad of each other, so this is my commitment to making Suguru freakier from now on.
You can find my twitter link and promo post for this chapter here
also, PLEASE CHECK OUT THE ART I GOT FOR CHAPTER ONE FROM ROMI and comic from Zuushi here too
Chapter 3
Notes:
Happy Satosugu day!
Oh and Merry Christmas, if you celebrate! I guess that's happening too. 😅
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Satoru’s favorite porn star is a big tiddy goth girl with a fat ass that’s into Bad Dragon toys and anal. She’s got long black hair, nipple piercings, and tattoos all over her body. There’s Sugurus everywhere, now that he’s aware enough to comprehend them.
Jerking off to her used to be sort of a treat for him. Every once in a while, he’d look her up just to see whatever monster-inspired dildo she had invested in. She’d get dressed up in frilly black lingerie and moan prettily. Sometimes she’d even get a friend to join her, so they could share their dildo collections. Always girls, because he really didn't like seeing some other guy's balls on his screen while rubbing one out.
Satoru had come across her videos purely by chance; it’s not like she was the type of girl he’d ever gotten the chance to meet in real life. The women who bounced around the high society circles he grew up in never looked like that . When he first discovered her, he was instantly fascinated. He looked at her pierced nipples and wondered how those would taste on his tongue. Maybe his porn choices were always telling him he should go out there and find himself a slutty proto-Suguru.
Now, Satoru’s got his own big tiddy goth boyfriend and he doesn’t have to wonder how pierced nipples taste anymore. The answer is just skin, but they clink on his teeth when he plays with them in his mouth, and they make Suguru keen very prettily.
Suguru’s nipples, mhhhmmmm .
And Satoru hasn’t actually watched any porn in months, not since he and Suguru have been going steady. There’s not really a need for porn when you’re dating someone that is always one heated look away from sucking your balls dry like you’re a Capri-cum and they’re a semen demon.
Suguru’s probably the only person he’s ever met that could match Satoru’s voracious appetite for sex— he’s always down to try whatever. One time Suguru came to visit him in the physics lab when Satoru was there after hours, and they ended up fucking next to the X-ray machine while roleplaying horny mad scientist and sexy lab rat victim. It was exceptionally hot, so much so that he thinks he blacked out for most of it; the only memory he can really focus on is Suguru’s ass spread around his cock while crying, “ Please, Doctor Gojo, if you get me pregnant, my husband will know .”
Heh. If a guy says he doesn’t want to be the NTR Creep, he’s lying. (When Satoru tells that to Suguru, he gets an eye roll in response.)
“Well, I don’t want to be the NTR Creep. I want to be the NTR Victim .”
“Yeah, babe, but that’s just because you’re the girl in our relationship.”
Suguru doesn’t even answer that. Instead, he takes the first thing he can get his hands on in Satoru’s room — Vegeta Nendoroid on the window ledge behind the bed — and chucks it at his head.
“Not the Prince of Saiyans! Leave him alone, Suguru!”
During this extremely heated conversation about Satoru’s love for Vegeta, his phone starts buzzing with notifications. But he’s sitting on the loveseat and playing on his Switch while Suguru’s on the bed reading, closer to the buzzing phone in question.
“Hey babe, can you check what notifications I'm getting? I'm waiting for feedback on that paper I turned in last week.”
Suguru opens his phone, reads out the email he got from his physics professor — obviously most of it is just academically telling Satoru how brilliant he is, but how he can use some academic writing classes — then, Suguru gets bored and scrolls around through Satoru’s phone a little. Which is fine, he's got nothing to hide.
“You got five steam promo codes, two from Nintendo, and…” pause. Prolonged pause. “Satoru, who's Bouncy Bunny Love?”
That voice. He’s had at least three girlfriends ask him the same question with the same tone, so he has to chuckle when he hears Suguru saying it.
“Oh, she's my favorite porn star.”
And Suguru gives him that look that screams trouble. Jesus. Something about dicking down a girl (or boy, apparently) and suddenly they get into a parasocial rivalry with a porn star whose videos he hasn't watched in ages. Thankfully he knows how to smooth this over.
“Wanna watch it together?”
Suguru’s look of ‘You’re in trouble’ changes to a look of cute confusion.
“Satoru, I'm gay.”
“So? I'm not telling you to fuck a girl, just that… you know,” he shrugs, “I haven't seen any of her new videos, but it might be hot to watch it together. Plus, you can show me your favorite pornos afterwards.”
Suguru sucks in a breath, chews on his bottom lip.
“We don't have to do that.”
“Oh, hoho, is your taste in porn, like, really out there, Sugu-baby? Are you into some really freaky shit?”
He's just teasing, though he is honestly curious to know what Suguru’s into. He has a sneaking suspicion he's into kinkier porn than Satoru himself is.
“You know, I had an ex that was addicted to yaoi. I found out about it and she broke it off with me because she was too embarrassed to look at me afterwards. Used to buy BLCDs just to listen to dudes moan.”
Suguru just sighs, long-suffering, but he gets up from the bed, takes Satoru’s laptop, and brings it over to the loveseat. He sits down next to Satoru and looks him square in the face, dead serious.
“Let’s watch Bouncy Bunny Love,” Suguru swallows thickly, then looks away. “And then I'll show you a porno I like.”
Suguru’s face is heated, glowing pink and hot in a way that Satoru hasn't ever seen before. He looks so cute and shy and more embarrassed than ever, and it's pretty amazing— especially since one time they were caught fucking in the bathroom of Suguru’s favorite bar and got kicked out for it. Somehow, watching porn together is more embarrassing for Suguru than that.
Bouncy Bunny Love's latest video is pretty much like all her others; it's why Satoru was always going to her, because she was so reliable in delivering the kind of content he's into. She wears a princess plug with a jeweled base and teases the audience with it, making a show out of pulling it out and pushing it back in.
“So I assume Bouncy Bunny Love is where you picked up a thing for anal?” Suguru asks, fluttering his lashes at him, obviously teasing. He puts his hand on Satoru’s thigh, kneading his skin, the tips of his fingers inching under the edge of his basketball shorts.
“I suppose,” he says, opening his legs wider as his cock hardens and Suguru brushes his fingers over it. He smiles at him and bites at his lip, eyes glancing at the screen and then back at Suguru, “Can't help it, babe, I guess there's just something about sticking my dick in places I shouldn't.”
“Hmmm, hmmm, makes perfect sense, yes,” Suguru says, mock seriousness, before he smirks at him. His fingers wrap around Satoru’s cock and squeeze, sending a shudder through him. “Oh, look at that. What do we have here?”
They fucked just last night, but his libido resets itself every few hours. Whenever Suguru’s concerned, he can never have enough, and a few touches has him bricked up and ready to go like he’s been celibate for weeks.
“That's just someone that’s very eager to meet you. See, he’s saying hello and everything.” He flexes his pelvic muscles which does, indeed, make his dick bounce like it's waving. Suguru chuckles, because he likes to play along with Satoru’s silliness, and it kinda makes his heart beat a little faster when he does it.
“Oh, Mister Gojo Cock! I better not keep him waiting too long. Let's see what he wants to say—”
Suguru pulls down his shorts and takes Satoru’s dick out of his pants, then gives him a couple of strokes and pulls the foreskin back, revealing the sensitive head, a glossy pink. His hand instinctively goes to the nape of Suguru’s neck— he doesn’t push him down on it, but he likes keeping a hold on him.
Suguru jerks him off with two hands usually— one of them keeps a firm hold on the base of it, while the other works the shaft and twists over the head. It's pretty hot to see Suguru’s neatly manicured fingers— black glossy nails and silver rings— working his dick so proficiently.
Satoru leans his head on the back of the couch and moans, and Suguru kisses his exposed neck, licking and biting at his pulse point, sucking a hickey under his jaw. Suguru’s warm breaths plus the way he licks at Satoru’s skin, nibbling and sucking, gives him goosebumps all over. Teeth on his collarbone. The muscles of his shoulders. Jesus.
Bouncy Bunny Love is still moaning on his laptop, but Satoru’s too busy panting himself, mouth open and eyes closed. Suguru kisses his cheek and moves to his mouth, running the tip of his tongue over Satoru’s lower lip and then biting it, pulling it between his teeth before letting go.
“Do you like me, Satoru?” Suguru asks, his voice a pitch higher. “Do you like me more than you like Miss Bouncy Bunny Love?” He does his sing-song, lilting tone. The tease.
“I don’t know. Why are you asking me?”
“Oh, of course. I forgot. My apologies,” Suguru bends down, head in Satoru’s lap, “Do you like me more, Mister Gojo Cock?”
His grip on Satoru’s cock tightens until precum pearls on the slit. He licks it clean off, then kisses the wet head and caresses it with his lips, rolling it between them like Satoru’s cock is a popsicle on a hot summer day.
“See, he likes me more,” Suguru proclaims, blinking slow and languid, rubbing his cheek against Satoru’s cock while licking the veins and letting his fingers dance teasingly over the shaft. “Knows who he belongs to.”
That sends a surprising jolt of electricity through him, makes his teeth clench. Satoru’s hand on Suguru’s head fists in his hair and then releases, running his fingers through his soft, silky locks.
Suguru looks at him with sly, serpentine eyes, seductiveness dripping off him like he's a succubus from a movie. With mascara-heavy lashes and dark eyeliner on his waterline, Suguru has the sweetest fucking gaze ever, and he looks at Satoru like he’s ready to show him heaven… as long as Satoru plays by his rules.
Satoru’s never gonna tell his baby no. Whatever Suguru wants, Suguru gets.
“So my dick belongs to you, babe? All yours alone to play with?”
Suguru nods as he sticks out his tongue with its small and shiny round piercing, licking Satoru’s balls and sucking them into his mouth. Suguru is just so goddamn good at everything, he really knows exactly what to do to get Satoru so horny that his cock feels like it's going to burst.
What if Suguru is really a Kaiju that feeds on Satoru’s cum, and Satoru’s just powering him up for when he inevitably decides to conquer the country? There's no way someone is so hot and slutty and talented at sex just on a random fucking Tuesday, no hidden agenda at all. There's gotta be a catch.
“Suck my dick already, baby,” he whines, panting, and Suguru chuckles and hums, nosing at the root of it before running the flat of his tongue up Satoru’s shaft purposefully, swirling the tip and then finally, finally swallowing him down in one movement.
His hips buck on instinct, forcing his length down Suguru’s throat, making him gag and cough. He can feel the way his throat tightens, his muscles working against Satoru’s cock. Suguru’s eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings. Satoru doesn’t know if it's an instinct thing or if it's a put-upon effect that Suguru does to seduce him, but either way— it's working so, so well.
“My pretty cocksucking princess, no one takes care of Daddy's cock like you do.” He caresses Suguru’s face while saying it, hearts in his eyes. Suguru preens whenever he praises him, and moans around Satoru’s dick like it's delicious.
Suguru does things to him that should be illegal, and he gets now why there's been men out there willing to sign off all their money and state secrets to someone they were sleeping with. Satoru would probably do the same thing if Suguru asked.
Suguru sucks him till he's almost ready to cum, only to jump on his cock and ride him to completion. Suguru likes being filled up like a Twinkie, and he likes grinding down on Satoru’s lap, ass clenching, to milk him dry.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” Satoru grunts, one hand on Suguru’s slutty little waist, the other gripping his ass, nails digging. And Satoru’s dick is big enough that he doesn't slip out even when he’s soft, so technically he can keep it nice and cozy and snug inside Suguru forever.
Suguru remains in his lap, his ass gently squeezing him. He sighs contentedly and nuzzles against Satoru’s jaw, kissing his neck, giving him small kitten-licks wherever he can reach. Their sweaty, glowy skin sticks together pleasantly, and Satoru just caresses him all over.
This is nice. It's warm and comfortable and relaxed, the syrupy sweetness of the moment and the easy affection between them. Satoru’s not really into the mushy shit much, but he thinks there's something so perfect about the way they fit together.
“Hey you.”
Satoru chuckles, and takes Suguru’s face in his hands, running his thumbs under Suguru’s eyes. In turn, Suguru turns his face to the side and kisses Satoru’s palm, licking his fingers and biting at the pads of them. He gives Satoru such a smoldering look that he knows he's in for a treat.
“So… you wanna put on the next porn soundtrack for us to fuck to?”
“Let’s take a raincheck on that. Right now, I just want to—”
Suguru clenches so hard that Satoru sees stars, raising himself on Satoru’s dick a little before dropping back down. His cock fills up with blood so quickly that Satoru gets dizzy from it. Suguru rides him like he's a prized stallion and he's heading off into battle.
Life really is just perfect.
Satoru’s pretty much constantly fucking high on Suguru; it's probably pretty gross to everyone around him. There’s a skip in his step and everything! He's somehow much better at his games, and he's constantly in a good mood. Cannot even remember what being cranky is like because he’s got the hottest big tiddy goth boyfriend that rides his dick whenever he wants. Satoru’s on Cloud Nine.
He can't wait to introduce Suguru to his family (next month!!!) and go on a vacation with him (he's planned it out already, it's gonna be super romantic!!!), and he should take Suguru shopping, too, and maybe get matching tattoos…
The only downside to everything is that he’s so much hungrier than usual; getting the life sucked out of you three times a day does that to a man.
Satoru’s in the kitchen, making himself a snack and humming happily, while Sukuna is just typing away on his laptop and Uraume is giving him the evil eye. Sukuna’s partner does not like Satoru.
“You know, ancient Buddhist monks thought spilling your seed too much shortened your lifespan, unless you went through some complicated purification rituals afterward. So either you’re very diligent with your prayers, or you should probably do yourself a favor and get off that guy every once in a while.”
Uraume doesn't sleep over often, but whenever he’s here, Satoru does make sure to fuck Suguru extra hard and be just a little louder than usual. Uraume has frequent insomnia and complains about frat house noises even during normal circumstances, so Satoru is really just adding fuel to the already existing flames, but he considers this whole thing payback for all the times Sukuna ditched him to hang out with his girlboywife situation.
“Sounds like the ancient Buddhist monks were losers, no offense. And even if they weren't, I'm here for a good time, not a long time, shortstack.”
Sukuna snorts in his cup of tea and Uraume gives him a wounded look for not standing up to him. Uraume and Satoru’s feud has always been hilarious to him.
“I can't believe I had to sit there and listen to your cringey dirty talk while Sukuna was snoring next to me. Doesn't Suguru get tired of your yapping? Can't he just shove his dick in your mouth just to shut you up once in a while?”
Satoru stops mid-chew, puts a hand on his chest, and gasps dramatically.
“First of all, I'll have you know that Suguru loves my yapping!”
Well, Satoru hopes he does. If Suguru didn't love the cheesy dirty talk, why would he get sleep with Satoru? He's always been a motor-mouth!
Uraume rolls his eyes.
“Second, Suguru would never . He’s too polite! And anyways,” Satoru shrugs, “I don't suck dick”.
For him, it's just one of those things that just slips out. He doesn't suck dick so he's not lying, and he doesn't think it's a big deal since Suguru never said anything about it, but apparently it's controversial enough that even Sukuna stops pretending he's not paying attention and looks at him with mild disgust.
“What do you mean you don't suck dick? You're in a relationship with a man.”
Satoru frowns at that. Way to be judgemental. Satoru never questions why Sukuna’s dating a glorified Yordle.
“So? I'm not gay. I don't like dicks, I just like Suguru.”
Satoru hasn't really given this much thought if he's being honest, but all he knows is that dicks aren't really on the menu for him. He loves Suguru very much, and Suguru’s dick is kinda cute and all, but that's just because it's attached to Suguru and Satoru thinks even his little pinky toe with the smushed up nail and the chipping polish is adorable. It doesn't mean he's suddenly a feet guy, and he doesn’t get the urge to suck on Suguru’s toes just ‘cause he thinks they're cute.
Clearly Sukuna and Uraume don't follow the same train of thought because they're looking at him like he's a moron.
“Man, I gotta say, if you put your dick in a guy, it's kinda gay.”
Satoru agrees, but at the same time he can’t help but counter that.
“I mean, it's only gay if you take it.”
Instantaneously, Uraume fishes an ice cube from his glass of water and chucks it at Satoru’s head. It hits him straight in the forehead with frightening accuracy, so he prepares for the next.
“Stop, stop , listen— it’s a joke. I'm joking!”
Uraume chucks another ice cube at him.
“ Stop , listen — It is a little gay,” Satoru admits, holding up his hands in surrender, admitting out loud the thing he hasn't said until now, afraid of saying it for fear that the sky will come crashing down or gravity will stop working. “It's a little gay, but I'm not—”
Both Uraume and Sukuna look at him with matching expressions of annoyance and frustration, eyebrows arched and heads cocked. It's uncanny. Does that happen when you date someone long enough? Do you pick up their mannerisms? Is he gonna develop a thing for Dir-en-Grey and The Cure? Will Suguru start randomly talking about the velocity of basketballs during his classes? Only time will tell.
“Suguru’s the only guy I've ever liked. And I like him in the same way I like girls.”
Uraume squints at him. Sukuna puts a hand on his chin, rubbing it philosophically.
“Explain yourself. What do you mean by that?”
Satoru thinks a little, lowers his head and scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed.
“You know. I like Suguru ‘cause he's pretty and elegant and I like talking to him, and he's so fun, and he’s… you know…” He makes curving motions in front of himself, moves his hands around in the hopes that his friends will understand the ineffable qualities that make up Suguru. “And I wanna treat him like I always want to treat pretty girls, like buy him things and make him happy and push his hair behind his ear. It's not that different, so…”
He trails off because he doesn’t know how to explain any of it better. He adores Suguru, but he doesn’t think of him as a dude. If you like men, you’re supposed to like dudes.
Like muscles and beards and body hair.
And dude-smell? Suguru smells like Delina — like roses and vanilla and sweetness — because he once said, “Oh, that’s a pretty perfume, ” when they were out shopping, so Satoru bought him one full-sized bottle and a small one to carry around with him.
“Satoru, do you think being queer means your type is suddenly supposed to go from Sailor Moon to a Baki character?” Sukuna asks, and for half a second Satoru’s blinded by the vision of Suguru in a Sailor Mars cosplay and sighs longingly.
“Rei Hino used to be my first ever crush, you know.”
“Idiot, focus! ” Uraume yells at him and, sure enough, another ice cube to the head. This time it’s slightly melted.
“Would you stop that already? What am I even supposed to focus on?”
“Would you be in a relationship with someone that doesn’t suck your dick?” Uraume asks, and that kinda makes Satoru stop dead in his tracks, because he never actually thought about it like that.
“Huh. I’ve never thought about it like that.”
“Well, fucking duh .”
A pause.
They all stare at each other. Uraume and Sukuna both look at him with a mixture of exasperation and underlying pity. He hates it, but at the same time, he sighs, willing to just hang his head low and sit down.
“Do you ever ask that guy anything about what he wants from your relationship, or do you just… go at it and hope for the best?”
Now it’s Satoru’s turn to stare at them like they’re idiots.
“What do you mean? If Suguru wants something, he’ll tell me, right? Like when he told me he wanted to break up and then we didn’t. We talk about things! Why would I ask him shit that could mess up the chi of our relationship? It's going so well.”
Truth be told, Satoru never really considered asking Suguru if he wanted someone to suck his dick. He never really considered asking Suguru many things, because as far as Satoru sees it, if Suguru wanted something, he’d just… say it? After all, Satoru very much believes in being direct and to the point and not playing stupid games, and he’s reasonably sure Suguru knows that about him, but…
For the rest of the day, it’s kind of in the back of his head; the way Suguru was so weird and evasive when he was overthinking their relationship, how Suguru thought they should break up for stupid reasons and then maybe sorta not.
He’s in the physics lab making 3D models of black holes and thinking— man, maybe Suguru isn’t as clear cut as he thought he would be? It’s reasonable for Satoru to just go out there and say things, but while he knows Suguru isn’t like that, it also never truly hit him that Suguru really isn't like that.
And the silly part is that Satoru knows Suguru overthinks, keeps secrets, and sometimes has a knee-jerk reflex to lie about innocuous things. He knows . It just never clicked in his head that maybe Suguru would be like that with important things, too— like whether or not he’s satisfied with their sex life, and if Satoru gives him what he needs emotionally.
Satoru’s the kind of guy that thinks a thought and then develops an action plan, but Suguru sat there for weeks thinking he should break up with Satoru to the point of overthinking it and making himself unhappy.
Satoru goes to practice after class and releases all his frustration by running around the court three times faster than usual and exhausting his teammates to the point where they’re all glaring at him. He promises himself he will resolve this situation with Suguru and make sure he's genuinely the best boyfriend ever, preferably before they go visit Satoru’s parents.
That said… Suguru is a capricious sort of creature. A foxy little slut that spooks easily, though Satoru has become decently fluent in Suguru’s own personal language. Part of this knowledge means that if he goes about asking directly, Suguru will just flat out deny anything. He’ll get all jumpy and overthink-y.
The only way he can fully achieve the things he’s looking to achieve is by developing a carefully constructed plan and applying it to his relationship with Suguru. Gotta lull him into a sense of security before springing a serious conversation onto him.
Privately, he also thinks he really should consider where he personally stands on sucking dick.
Bummer.
Satoru’s a simple guy— he just really, really, really likes getting his dick sucked. Who doesn’t?
And, you know, the gentlemanly thing would be to return the favor, but that’s never been a problem he had to deal with before! Early in their relationship, Suguru just sucked him off and sent him on his way, like he was a vampire and Satoru’s cum was dinner, so that kind of dynamic stuck around. But then, when he thinks about it…
Satoru used to love eating pussy. Girls were fun like that; they quivered around his fingers, and bucked against his face, and mewled and whined. And eating them out was often a precursor to fucking them, so if he did a good job, they'd be soft and wet and yielding for him. He likes eating out Suguru a lot too, much for the same reasons— to get him all loose, and wet, and ready to take his dick. He likes to spit on his hole and stuff him with his fingers and pry him open.
Suguru’s pink, wet insides are just begging to suck up his dick and hug it from all sides. Suguru twitching around his cock, the way his voice goes high and whiny, fat ass slapping against Satoru’s thighs— Suguru’s bouncing on it till he turns into Satoru’s cream-stuffed eclair. Delicious.
Suguru likes getting his hole stuffed and Satoru likes doing the stuffing.
But then, he thinks about himself doing any of the dick sucking, and it’s…
Satoru shudders.
Satoru’s never really had to deal with the possibility of dick sucking before, and he doesn’t think it’ll be productive to talk to Suguru about it. After all, what’s Suguru gonna say? ‘Yes, I wish you did it, but I’m too shy to broach the topic.’ Suguru will just smell Satoru’s insecurity and try to reassure him he doesn’t have to do it. Kinda like being 16 and knowing you suck in bed and the girl is faking it, but then you ask her about it and she tells you it’s great because she doesn’t want to hurt you feelings— that’s what it’ll be like to talk to Suguru about cock sucking.
His pride cannot take another encounter with Sukuna or Uraume, though; it’s bad enough it had to happen at all. What’s a guy to do? He calls the only other person he knows that’s into both men and women so he can shed some light on Satoru’s existential dilemmas.
He takes out his phone and calls up his younger cousin, Yuuta, to hang out. Yuuta accepts, but he is immediately suspicious when he arrives since Satoru almost never calls him just to see how he’s doing.
They go out to eat, and Satoru tries to keep the conversation casual enough to play it cool until Yuuta gets fed up with him.
“Satoru, just say it. I can’t stand the anxiety of this. I know you want to spring something traumatizing on me.”
“Meee? Never! I would never do anything to upset my favorite relative.”
Yuuta just looks at him as he slowly chews on his okonomiyaki.
“Satoru, you used to put firecrackers under my bed when I was three. I used to wake up screaming and you’d just sit there and laugh at me.”
Satoru snorts, milkshake going up his nose, coughing as he laughs. Yuuta just looks at him, a little sad and disappointed. Gives a deep, long-suffering sigh. Privately, Satoru thinks Yuuta and Suguru would get along.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It seemed funny at the time,” Satoru slurps the last dregs of his milkshake and then hits Yuuta with the real problem of the day:
“Do you think you suck dick in a non-girly sort of way?”
Yuuta’s too polite to answer from the start, so he just does this deer-in-the-headlights situation where he looks at Satoru with big eyes and raised eyebrows and an open mouth.
“Beg your pardon?”
“Come on, don’t make me say it again. I know you heard me.”
“I can’t believe you’re asking me this— I know Auntie Sayaka has been on edge about the fact that you’re gonna bring a boyfriend with you for the annual family beach reunion, but—”
“Suguru’s amazing. Mom's gonna love him. You're gonna love him, too, I bet.” Satoru’s genuinely excited about it; about as excited as he knows Suguru is anxious about it.
And he knows his mom is nervous, too, because her son bringing home a boy is fine in concept, but it probably raises concerns for her, like being worried about what sort of boy Suguru is.
Sayaka Gojo was the heir to the Gojo family fortune, and Satoru’s dad was the one adopted into the family. She prayed for a son, and when she got him, she made sure to raise him like the best of the best. He did basketball, kendo, boxing, and even horseback riding. She made sure she raised him like he was gonna be the second coming of Nobunaga himself.
Once, Satoru even remembered his mom saying, “ Imagine having a daughter! You put all this love and care into raising her, and then some lowlife man comes around and fucks up all your hard work. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself! ”
“Oh, hush now, Sayaka, you don’t mean that!” his grandma had replied, but hmmm, Satoru thinks she probably did.
“I really like Suguru, you know? I want us to be happy together.” He doesn't say anything else, just picks up a fry from his platter and munches on it.
He remembers Suguru saying how he’s convinced Satoru will just end up hurting him, and every 3-4 business days that shit rings in his head like a warning sign whenever he does something wrong. He’d never do something to jeopardize their relationship on purpose, but the thought of hurting Suguru without meaning to gives him indigestion.
Yuuta just stares at him with his big, soulful eyes, like he gets shit that Satoru’s never even considered.
“Your problem is that you’re in love with a guy, but you have hang-ups about the...” Yuuta blushes and clears his throat, “...extra appendage. ”
Satoru nods, serious. “The cock.”
Yuuta grimaces.
“Please don’t say that out loud. The waitresses will hear you.”
He really shouldn’t have said that, but Yuuta only realizes after Satoru grins at him.
“Dick,” he says, slightly louder than he should, probably loud enough for the waitress to actually hear him.
“Satoru, please—”
“Remember when you were little and I was teaching you random curse words and told you they meant something completely different, and then mom sneezed that one time during Christmas, and you told her ‘fuck you’ because you thought it meant ‘bless you ’?”
“Whose fault was that, Satoru? You were older than me and I trusted you! I got into trouble for that!” Yuuta, poor kid, seems genuinely distraught about it.
“Well that’s just ‘cause your dad grounded you for it! Mom thought it was hilarious.”
Satoru doesn’t have any brothers or sisters, so he just kinda started bullying Yuuta when he was born because he felt like it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want the commitment of being an older brother, but he liked cosplaying as one every once in a while.
“I should just leave you to deal with your own penis-related existential dilemmas.”
“You wouldn’t. You’re too nice to leave me suffering on my own without trying to help.”
Yuuta grumbles something into his drink, looking at Satoru like the kicked puppy he is, but both of them know he’s right. He sighs, putting his chin in his hand.
“So. Okay. Tell me about it.”
“Okay listen— most of the time, Suguru’s dick is just kind of there. I don’t really perceive it, you know? It’s not that big, so it's not like it’s intrusive or anything, but then I thought…” He makes a face and flaps his hand around, hoping Yuuta will understand the confusing blend of emotions he was trying to convey. “If I want a proper relationship with Suguru in the long term, I should probably come to terms with the dick as more than just a hypothetical.”
Satoru’s excellent at compartmentalizing everything, splitting atoms and black holes and basketball scholarships he doesn't need but treats like trophies anyways. He thinks about Suguru, his beautiful, perfect, flawless Suguru, but then the dick is separated from the whole of him and marked “???”. Unknown.
Yuuta just looks politely confused.
“What do you mean, hypothetical? It’s there, isn’t it?”
Satoru nods, but turns his head to the side to look at his cousin.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t perceive it most of the time. So I don’t really take it into account.”
“But the dick is there!”
Yuuta’s clearly frustrated with him, but then at that exact moment, a waitress comes towards their table. She hears Yuuta, makes big eyes, and just turns around on her heel and walks away. Satoru sees it and snickers. Yuuta sees it and thunks his head on the table.
After a moment of silence, Yuuta comes back up, trying to pretend like nothing happened but keeping his voice barely above a whisper.
“Have you considered just— trying to make peace with the thing? Maybe stare at it a little so it becomes less threatening.”
The thought of Suguru’s penis being threatening is silly and insulting. Satoru’s is bigger! He makes a face.
“I’m not threatened by it. That’s stupid.”
“I’m sorry, it seems I misunderstood your masculinity crisis—”
“It’s not a masculinity crisis, it’s just…”
“What else would you call it? Your ideas about these things are definitely gendered. You definitely need to get used to the extra bits, though, so start with something small.”
Satoru squints at him, imagining himself sitting there in bed just staring at Suguru’s penis like it’s a museum attraction.
“You’re useless at giving advice, Yuuta.”
“I have no idea where to even start with the advice, Satoru. It’s not like I know how to help you. I never felt any weird hang-ups related to my sexuality.”
Being cleared by his younger cousin is embarrassing, but Satoru has no choice but to accept the criticism. Whatever. Everyone has a little masculinity crisis every now and then— Satoru never did until now, so it’s a little overdue.
“You know, I was always curious. How does your little throuple situation work? Does Maki ever let you take the lead? She seems like the kind of girl that would beat you up if you do something she disapproves of. Do you both just gang up on the short guy?”
“I don't wanna hear from you until next month, at least.”
When the waitress comes to bring their check, she can barely look at them.
Years ago, Satoru had to buy one of those metallic tongue scrapers that looked like kitchen tongs, simply because the in-out motion of cleaning his tongue with a regular toothbrush would trigger his gag reflex.
He thinks about Suguru and the way he swallows Satoru’s cock like it’s nothing and how good that feels. God, Suguru’s such a trooper, Satoru thinks.
Currently, Satoru’s in his pajamas— complete with bed head and pillow marks on his face— scratching at his tummy, barefooted in the bathroom, while Suguru’s sleeping in his bedroom.
Satoru knows his dick is big enough that it often caused problems for a lot of the girls he slept with, most of them complaining that sucking on it would hurt their jaws or trigger their gag reflex.
Suguru’s dick isn’t that big. It’s just kinda average. If Suguru can swallow Satoru’s anaconda dong, he has no excuse to not even try to go down on Suguru.
At least for science! Satoru’s a meathead, but he’s also a scientist. He contains multitudes!
A man of science always tests out everything before coming to a conclusion, and they challenge the unknown. Meanwhile, an athlete and man of action will never dilly-dally around with uncertainty, and will never shy away from an obstacle. Basically, Satoru has no excuses. He can’t pussy out of this.
With that in mind— first, he brushes his teeth and hypes himself up in the mirror. Satoru learned how to go down on random hook-ups driven only by the desire to get good at it and perform well. He’s always been an overachiever by nature. And if Satoru learned how to do that for people that essentially didn’t mean anything to him, he wasn’t going to let something like ingrained perceptions of his masculinity and sexual roles get between him and making sure the love of his life is perfectly satisfied.
Awesome , he tells himself, mind made up. You got this, Gojo. He even gives himself a determined nod in the mirror.
When Satoru goes back to the bedroom, he sits down on the side of the bed beside Suguru’s gently snoring figure.
It's early morning, they still have time before their first classes, and Suguru just looks so beautiful and peaceful in Satoru’s bed. He’s relaxed and warm. Satoru often lets him oversleep because Suguru needs it. He’s seen in real time how Suguru’s sleep deprivation and under eye bags got reversed and how he started becoming more well-rested the more time he spent sleeping over at Satoru’s. Satoru’s really proud of that. He also makes sure Suguru eats, drinks enough water, and exercises his back. He thinks he really got this caring boyfriend thing down.
“Hey babe,” he whispers, and gently nuzzles against Suguru’s jaw, kisses the shell of his ear, his cheek, “wake up.”
Suguru makes these cute sleepy noises as Satoru continues to pepper kisses on his face, neck, and shoulders. Suguru turns on his back with a sigh and Satoru just sees it as an opportunity to put the flat of his tongue against Suguru’s nipple, warm and wet, gently licking it.
“Satorrruuu—!” Suguru purrs his name as he wakes up. He’s all fluttering eyelashes and half-lidded eyes, arching his back enticingly.
“Ah, there you go, Sleeping Beauty. Good morning,” he says, raising his head a little to smile at Suguru and give him a small peck on the lips before going right back to the task at hand, licking and sucking at Suguru’s nipples and kneading at his chest.
Suguru moans and stretches, not sure if he wants to push into the attention or away from it, but Satoru knows how easy it is to get him into it. All he has to do is run his hand down Suguru’s side, over his slutty waist and his rounded ass, and dig his fingers into the meat of it. Spread his cheeks and run the pad of his finger over his pretty hole to tease him before pulling back.
“Satoooruuuu, let me go to the bathroom first. Let me brush my teeth and drink some water, or—”
“No. I wanna have my way with you first. I’m only getting out of bed after —”
Suguru’s got a belly button piercing, and right underneath it is a fine trail of hair that starts and goes downwards. Satoru follows that trail with his eyes and tries to swallow his nervousness, letting his gaze finally fall on Suguru’s dick.
Oh boy.
So the thing with Suguru’s dick is— Satoru’s not opposed to it. It’s there . It gets super hard to the point of leaking when they fuck, flushed with blood and bouncing against Suguru’s stomach when he rides him. Satoru doesn’t really pay attention to it most of the time, but it does get him hot and bothered when he drops his erection alongside Suguru’s and sees the difference in size and girth between the two of them. Tugs at some part of his ego— maybe it’s a dominance thing, like he’s a Neanderthal underneath the pretty-boy face— and he just really wants to show his pretty cockslut what a real big dick can do.
But if he’s supposed to put it in his mouth, that’s a whole different thing! And Suguru makes it seem so easy, but when he’s actually face-to-face with cock, Satoru finds himself shying away from it.
“Satoru?”
Suguru sounds a little worried, probably because Suguru’s very much in-tune with other people’s emotions, and Satoru’s expressions blatantly show all his thoughts with the world’s worst poker face. It’s probably a little off-putting when your boyfriend starts off hot and strong and then just freezes, staring at your penis intently.
Satoru looks up at him, frown on his face and his mouth pouting to the side. Suguru looks back. They stare at each other, blinking, and Satoru’s a little angry at himself, and very embarrassed— then Suguru just looks away.
“What are you doing, Satoru?”
“I’m mentally hyping myself up to suck your dick.” He takes a big breath. “It might take a moment, though.”
Suguru yelps when he hears it and tries to close his legs, but Satoru digs his fingers in the fat of his thighs and forces them to spread. Suguru tries to wiggle away, so Satoru just rolls his eyes and cages him with his arms, putting his elbows on the bed.
“Will you be still?”
Suguru immediately obeys and stops moving, but his hands nervously grasp at Satoru’s shoulders. He looks at him like a deer in the headlights.
“You don't have to do that, you know?”
Satoru sighs. He knows Suguru is giving him an easy out on this, but Satoru doesn't wanna take him up on it. He should at least try this shit once.
“Just help me out and tell me what to do. I have no idea where I should start.”
Suguru looks uncertain, like he doesn't really trust Satoru with handling his equipment, and… you know what? Fair . Satoru wouldn't really trust himself either, but good thing he has an expert supervising the whole thing.
“Okay, so, first— just start off very slow, alright? Don't do anything fancy.”
There's an unspoken “Please don't puke on my dick” between them, but Satoru’s sure it'll be fine. How hard can it be, really?
Satoru grins at Suguru and gives him a thumbs up.
You can suck on a girl's clit to make her cum faster, and someone told him once that dicks are basically just clits on steroids. Satoru took offense to that at first, like, ‘How dare they?!’ He is personally very proud of his dick! He carries at least 40% of his personality in it, the rest is split between his height, his shoulders, and his old-school Digimon collection.
But Suguru’s dick can be his overgrown clit, and Satoru can treat it like going down on a pretty girl— lick it with the flat of his tongue and swirl over it, put his lips over it and suck on it a little. The reaction Suguru has is more than worth it, because instantly he just moans, like this deep-seated moan that comes from somewhere down in his chest, unconstrained or manicured. He’s never heard Suguru make that sort of sound, so Satoru’s brain just goes, ‘Wow! New Suguru Noise unlocked.’
It doesn’t really taste like anything, just skin. He does have to grab hold of it, though, so he grips Suguru’s cock by the base with one hand and squeezes. His palm almost covers the whole thing, but that works in his favor because it leaves the shiny little tip peeking out from Satoru’s grip, and he can just play with that.
Going down on someone really is all about keeping a constant rhythm, and at least Satoru has that one sorted. Don’t have to do all the fancy stuff that Suguru does to him, just have to keep it consistent. He tries to move his hand up and down a little in time with his tongue, and that seems to have the best result, because Suguru just starts shaking— he doesn’t buck, though, and Satoru is very grateful for how well-mannered his boyfriend is.
“Satoru— Satoru— stop, stop, stop— I’m going to cum, I’m—”
Oh, great! He’s doing a good job! Keep going!
Suguru tries to push him away weakly, but that’s only because he probably thinks Satoru’s not really equipped to handle a mouthful of cum, which—
You know.
Good, solid assumption.
The thing is, Satoru would eat anything, and semen cannot be worse than the time he was drinking raw eggs from a glass during a bulk, plus his obsession with just being The Best Ever at Everything means he has to take Suguru over the finish line like this.
“Ah, Satoru!”
Suguru’s legs try to close around his head, but Satoru’s still got him locked down with his body. He keeps him in place, feeling his body tense up then twitch with release. Semen gets on his tongue, and eehhh , it’s salty and kinda bitter, not the best taste, but whatever, he can deal with it.
The way Suguru shakes is pretty satisfying, though. Nice ego boost. Might do this again sometime.
Instead of swallowing, he spits it in his hand. Suguru’s panting with an arm over his face, clearly embarrassed though there's no reason to be. Satoru kisses his inner thigh and sneaks his cum-wet fingers between his asscheeks, rubbing it over his hole.
“See? I got you all wet, baby, so now I'm gonna fuck your brains out.”
Suguru’s hole is still twitching from his orgasm when Satoru penetrates him, so eager to get inside that he pushes past Suguru’s hypersensitivity. His moan turns into a whine as he throws his arms around Satoru's shoulders.
“ Satoru …”
“Does it hurt, baby? Can you bear it for me?”
Suguru nods and looks at him with big, watery eyes that are so open and reverent that Satoru thinks he looks like a doll— like a shoujo girlie getting deflowered on her wedding night. Suguru just gets so touchy and cute and meow meow whenever Satoru makes him cum, but this is a bit more than that, like a little extra sugar on top.
He fucks Suguru so hard that he makes him cum a second time, Satoru’s hips pistoning like he’s a machine designed for this. There’s some truth to that, because even after he shoots his load inside Suguru, he still can’t stop, and Suguru’s body keeps sucking him in like he’s hungry for cock. Yeah .
Suguru’s eyes start watering, tears gathering in his lashes, and he clings to Satoru like he can’t let him go.
“I love you, I love you, Satoru — I love you.”
He gathers Suguru in his arms, head pillowed on Satoru’s chest, letting him cry it off. Not because he’s sad, it’s just the emotions.
“I know, I know—”
Suguru used to criticize him for having funky tasting spunk, so after they got together officially, Satoru started eating more fruit and vegetables to get it to a more palatable flavor profile. He started replacing his late night Mario Kart binge of Pringles, Takis, and peanut mochi with pineapple, celery, and carrots. Essentially it’s just modified rabbit food, and he hated it at first, but after two months of replacing junk food snacks with healthy shit, he’s got abs so defined you could probably do laundry on his stomach. Muscles and veins and everything in HD 3D, and Suguru’s obsessed with him, so it’s winning all around.
That’s why they’re downstairs in the kitchen, with Satoru chopping up a goddamn pineapple while Suguru stares at him with literal hearts in his eyes. He purposefully didn’t put on a shirt, just so he can show off his casually flexing muscles. Sukuna comes into the kitchen at one point, looks at him with a mildly disgusted twitch in his brown, looks at Suguru’s expression, then sighs. Turns around and leaves without saying a word.
Satoru and Suguru just turn to look at each other, and right on cue, they burst into laughter.
For days afterward, Suguru is just kinda shy around him. Wraps himself around Satoru’s arm and leans his head on Satoru’s shoulders. He’s seen this from Suguru before, and Satoru’s come to think of this as ‘ Fucked so good he’s got a crush on me now ’ sort of behaviour.
He's got Satoru feeling like he's on top of the world.
Which is making Satoru feel a little more bold about everything.
“Hey. So let's see it. Let's see Suguboo’s spicy pornos. What do you get off to, babe?”
Suguru chokes on the matcha latte he’s been drinking, coughs and throws him a look.
“Satoru, we're in a coffee shop.”
“Babe, there’s no waitresses here. And the barista doesn't care.”
Suguru’s flushed red and looking side to side. When he’s completely satisfied that no one is eyeing them funny, he turns back to Satoru.
Definitely gonna get along brilliantly with Yuuta.
“Not that I don't appreciate you offering, but do you really want to? The porn I like is a little…” Suguru flushes and coughs, “I mean, there's a lot of dicks involved in gay porn, Satoru!”
And Satoru’s aware of that, but at the same time, he’s conquered dick sucking, so he's feeling pretty confident about this one, too. Suguru looks at him with a heavy dose of skepticism, but in the end, just shrugs.
They get back to Suguru’s dorm that evening, and Satoru’s a little excited about it even. It's like a study session. Research and development!
Satoru sits on the bed, bouncing his leg while Suguru shuffles around and messes around on his laptop. That said, he’s taking an awfully long time, so Satoru’s suspecting he’s just picking something that will not spook him rather than something Suguru would actually like.
“Do you have a favorites tab or a bookmark section?” Satoru asks, and immediately goes to look over Suguru’s shoulder, making him yelp.
“Well, yes, but I…”
“Awesome, let’s just pick something from there—”
Satoru picks up Suguru’s laptop before his boyfriend has the chance to protest, then starts scrolling through his bookmarks. And as Satoru scrolls, it’s really obvious that there’s a pattern emerging, which is probably why Suguru was embarrassed to show him his porn folder in the first place.
Satoru blinks at the laptop, then looks at Suguru. He’s beet red, hands on his face, fingers spread over his eyes to peek a little. Satoru could be cool about it. …Or he could tease him. Just a little bit.
“Jeez Suguru,” he smirks, “It seems you’re really, really into gangbangs.” He keeps scrolling down, then adds, “And bondage.”
Suguru’s voice goes high and squeaky. He doesn’t say anything at first, just pulls his knees up and hides his face, as if he’ll be able to disappear away from Satoru’s view. It’s actually pretty cute, one of those contradictions that exist in Suguru’s personality: being a horny slut and a pervert, but also being the type to get all shy about it. Gives Satoru whiplash, because he’s never sure if he has to deal with the demure and elegant princess or the horniest wildcat he’s ever met, which really keeps him on his toes.
Satoru himself isn’t really into gangbangs or any of the “punishment” bondage shit that Suguru seems to favor. Satoru isn’t really into the idea of sharing his partners with other people, or being one guy out of a group that fucks someone. He’s got enough teamwork testosterone on the field. The idea of sharing Suguru with someone else— even for fantasy purposes— kinda gets him nauseous, actually, buuuuuut —
“My Suguru’s a kinky slut,” he says, laptop forgotten on the nightstand as he puts his hand on Suguru’s head. He takes out the claw-clip that holds his hair up and grips the silky strands. “Come on, look at me, Suguru.” He makes sure to drop his voice a little, just ‘cause he knows it gets him going.
Sure enough, Suguru unfolds his knees, straightens his back, and looks up at Satoru from where he’s sitting, face red, shiny eyes, lower lip between his teeth. He’s embarrassed, but his pupils are all blown up, and Satoru knows that look anywhere.
“Is that what you want, baby?” he asks, and shoves his thumb in Suguru’s mouth, the corner of his lip, between his teeth. Suguru sucks on it obediently, and Satoru smirks, “Do you wanna get tied up and passed around? Punished for being a naughty whore, baby?”
Suguru just looks up at him and nods, running his pierced tongue over the pad of Satoru’s finger. It goes straight to his dick so fast, not that he ever needs a lot of encouragement to get hard.
“You think I'd let some other asshole touch you? Look at you too long? Huh?” Satoru grips his long hair and pulls his head back, forcing Suguru’s jaw open. “You want other guys looking at you?”
“Satoru, no, no, never, only you — ” Suguru bats his eyelashes at him and puts all honey sweetness into what he says, “I'll do anything to convince you!”
And with that, he leans forward and grabs Satoru’s zipper with his teeth, pulls it down slowly and then rubs his cheek against Satoru’s erection, like he’s a cat in heat and Satoru has no choice but to fuck it out of him. Satoru sighs, pulls his cock out of his boxers, slaps it against Suguru’s cheek, and rubs it on his lips.
“See there, I got enough dick for you, babe. I can handle you no matter how much of a greedy cockslut you are.” He runs his cockhead over Suguru’s lips like it's lipgloss, then gives his cheek a slap. Suguru lets him do it, and Satoru swears he can see the glint in his eyes, the way Suguru gets stupid horny sometimes, no regard for anything else.
Suguru hooks his thumb under the edge of his own shirt, raising it under his armpits. Pushes out his chest, elbows pressed together, making his perky tits with hard nipples jut straight out. Suguru licks Satoru’s precum off his lips as he plays with his barbell piercings.
“If I'm such a greedy cockslut, you should feed me already,” he says, and spits on Satoru’s cock. “Do it, fuck my face, come on—”
Suguru moans when he gets his mouth on Satoru’s cock, and Satoru thrusts in between his lips with no warning. He knows Suguru’s throat can take it, gripping Suguru’s hair and forcing him to accommodate to the rough pace. Pushes in so deep he forces Suguru’s nose against his belly, grinds against his face until Satoru’s eyes almost roll back in pleasure as Suguru’s throat contracts around his dick.
He pulls Suguru off his cock roughly and there's a thick string of drool dripping down his mouth. It splatters down his chest, over his tits. Suguru’s eyes are all watery, tongue out. Face that says, ‘Aaaaahhhhh , please Daddy, spit in my mouth,’ and Satoru can't help himself. Spits on his face and spreads it everywhere.
Suguru just looks up at him, and, without missing a beat, presses his wrists together and offers them to Satoru.
Satoru could eat him, he loves him so much.
“How’d you turn out to be this kinky, Suguru?” Satoru asks as he takes off his belt, looping it together twice. It becomes a bracelet for Suguru to put his hands through, and then Satoru tightens it.
“Oh, Satoru. I hope you're not going to spank me now, are you?”
Suguru’s got fox eyes and a foxy smile, batting his lashes, and just… truth be told, Satoru wasn't actually planning on spanking him, but now apparently he has to. And act like it was his idea all along!
He sits on Suguru’s bed, taps on his knee. Makes Suguru bend over Satoru’s thigh, ass in the air, as he gives him one good hard slap over his perky rounded cheeks.
The wonderful thing about Suguru’s ass is that it’s the perfect amount of jiggly. When Satoru smacks it once, it bounces and ripples, so he has to slap it again and again , just to see it wiggle. His skin gets red and bruises easily, so his ass starts getting a lovely blush pink color, a glow-from-within sorta pink.
And Suguru gets into it too, his dick hard and leaking on Satoru’s leg, squirming around. Satoru shoves his fingers in Suguru’s mouth to get them wet, then shoves them in his hole. Plays with his ass, fingers him, gets him all needy and loose before throwing him on the bed and fucking him.
“There you go, see? Whatcha need a gangbang for? I'll gangbang you myself.”
With each thrust, Satoru’s thighs slap against Suguru’s red ass. It makes a satisfying smacking sort of noise, along with the obscene squelching. Forces Suguru’s back to arch and his makeup to rub off on his sheets.
That night, they fuck so much that one of the support beams in Suguru’s poor old abused dorm room bed breaks under their weight.
Suguru’s embarrassed about it, but Satoru just moves the mattress down on the floor along with all the blankets. They end up with a little nest of sheets, blankets, pillows, and slightly damp linens, laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling.
“I can’t do it anymore, let’s just sleep here—”
Satoru’s dick chafes from overuse, and he’s not even really sure either of them can cum anymore, but he still just… wants Suguru.
“Come here,” he wraps Suguru in his arms and pulls him close. They’re so sticky from sweat and cum and tears and snot and tacky lube. He kisses Suguru’s shoulder, right next to the big bite-bruise he left there. “Suguru, my dick hurts.”
But he still rubs it between Suguru’s asscheeks all the same, because even though it does hurt, it's also just really nice to hump against his favorite fuckdoll.
“It’s your own fault. You’re a horny dog. You know, they have to neuter dogs to stop them from humping people’s legs.”
“You’re so nasty, let me just—” His dick is about half hard, so he gives it a few strokes and then rubs it over Suguru’s hole. “Let me put it inside you, it feels better like that.”
“You’re kidding. No, you animal, you can’t fuck me anymore—”
“No, no, I just wanna— ugh. You know.” Satoru just wants to be really, really close to him.
Suguru rolls his eyes, but he gets it.
There’s a point you reach where your balls are just so dried up and spent that you can’t even really do anything, and Satoru’s pretty certain he’s right about there. He still feels the intensely erotic charge in his body, though, and it can’t be soothed by anything less than feeling Suguru wrapped up around him.
He keeps jerking off mindlessly against Suguru’s ass, running his fingers over Suguru’s hole. Dips inside just a little and then pulls out. Suguru sighs and moans despite previously complaining about it.
“Jesus, you're so wet and loose now.”
Suguru mewls at him, hides his face in the pillow which now sports black tear stains on it. No lipstick, though, that's always going straight on Satoru’s cock.
“Shut up.”
“Well-used hole. I should just keep you like this. How many times did I fuck you already?”
“Ah— Satorrruuuu— too many.”
If he spreads Suguru’s hole with his fingers, Satoru’s cum drips out of him. Cream puff. Filled up.
“Damn right. Let's do one more.”
Satoru’s watched Naruto about three times already, because at this point it's just the most convenient background noise he can have during his lab homework, so he really can't help but think that this is some forbidden jujutsu level bullshit— like Itachi using Izanami on Kabuto, only it’s Satoru and Suguru getting trapped together in an endless loop of horny that just never ends. His dick is gonna fall off and he's still gonna wanna fuck Suguru with it.
“I think you’re a sex addict,” Suguru says, riding him languidly. Just soft little bounces and grinding on it back and forth.
Satoru doesn’t deny it; he just laughs.
“So, Suguru—”
Sayaka Gojo is 55 years old with a pixie cut and a severe expression. She pencils her eyebrows in black, has been getting Botox since 30, and chain-smokes. Suguru is absolutely scared of her, Satoru can see it on his face, but he also thinks it’s a little hilarious.
They’re all sitting at the dinner table at the Gojo family bi-yearly beach reunion, and Satoru knows that him and Suguru have been the main clan gossip since he announced he’s bringing over a boyfriend . Aunts and uncles were distraught, Yuuta had warned him.
Satoru’s grandma had heard about Suguru and she had called him, upset .
“I just don’t understand you, Satoru — why don’t you ever date someone from nice, rich, well-connected families? Don’t you like that nice pretty Zenin boy with the bleached hair? I’m sure he’d like you!”
Satoru thinks it’s funny how she’s fine with the part where Suguru’s a boy, she’s just upset he’s a poor no-namer without a trust fund. But then…
“Nana, I’d cut my dick off before sticking it Naoya!”
“Satoru, that’s such a rude thing to say! I’m just thinking of the future! The Zenin’s are rich and powerful.”
His grandma loves family connections and trust funds more than anything else in the world, so of course she’d take the information of “Satoru has a boyfriend” and turn it into diplomatic dating.
“So Suguru, how did you and my son meet?”
Suguru’s holding onto Satoru’s hand for dear life under the table, and all the uncles, aunts, and cousins are looking at him with bated breath. Satoru’s mom leans forward to look at him, squinting— Satoru knows it’s just because she needs glasses and refuses to wear them, but to Suguru, she probably looks even more intimidating.
Suguru steals a glance at Satoru, gulps— Maybe Satoru should save him from this discussion, but…
“I’m afraid it’s just a college campus cliche. Satoru and I met in the library. We were both there studying, and we just started talking about what our majors were about,” Suguru smiles at them, eyes crinkling sweetly, and Satoru can see at least two cousins and an aunt falling for him in real time. He’s charming like that.
“Ah, yes, Satoru said you’re a Literature Major. What made you go into such a poorly paid field?”
Satoru rolls his eyes at that.
“Mom, come on, be serious—”
“I’m just asking!”
“Sayaka! My dear— ” Satoru’s father intervenes.
Satoru’s mom is great. She’s great. Satoru loves her.
She’s just kinda like that — weird about money, trying to sniff out gold diggers, very unsubtle about the way she goes about things—
He’s sure she’ll like Suguru, though, and honestly, she has to like him. Satoru’s already decided he wants Suguru and only him— made up his mind about it right after shooting all his brain matter deep into Suguru’s ass and collapsing on top of him— so his family better like him, because Suguru’s the only thing they’re getting at these reunions for the foreseeable future.
“I suppose I was more interested in doing something I loved. I had a fascination with poetry when I was child…” Suguru answers, and then adds, “I think picking a profession solely for money is rather plebeian, don’t you think, Mrs. Gojo?”
Satoru’s mom just stares at him, assessing, and then starts laughing.
“You found a decently polite way to call me rude and tactless—”
“Oh no, that was not my intention. It’s just—”
She waves it off.
“Mom deserves it sometimes, it’s alright.”
“Satoru, you shouldn’t be so disrespectful!” Grandma throws him a disappointed sort of look, but he just winks at Suguru and smiles at his grandma.
“It’s alright, I raised him to be a little rude. I do think being polite all the time ends up being boring.”
Satoru’s nana rolls her eyes and huffs.
“Bah, I’d settle for you kids to be polite at least half the time, but you can’t even do that!”
Satoru throws his arm over Suguru’s shoulders and pulls him close, nudging his temple with his chin.
“No worries, Grandma, Suguru’s really sweet and polite, you know.”
Grandma looks at them with no small amount of skepticism, because surely no decent, polite individual would be able to tolerate her grandson for too long, but she’s willing to believe it. Satoru’s mom kinda likes him, as much as she’s able to like anyone the first time around. Definitely off to a good start.
Three hours later, Satoru finds Suguru deeply engrossed in a conversation about Dazai with Yuuta, and they seem to be getting along. 10+ points at least, because Grandma loves Yuuta and she trusts his judgment on people more than Satoru’s.
“He’s very pretty, you know,” his mom tells him, lighting another cigarette as she looks at Suguru. “I suppose you have good taste. You inherited that from me.”
Satoru rolls his eyes at that, but really he’s not gonna say anything. Suguru is really gorgeous — he’s currently wearing a black turtleneck with plain black pants, and his hair is silky and shiny. Also, it’s nice seeing him charm his way through his cousins — aka the people who were giving him looks when they first came in— but now, he’s the center of attention, beautiful and elegant and charming as he is.
His mom looks at him looking at Suguru and sighs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you genuinely look so sweet around someone else. He really makes you happy, doesn’t he?”
It takes him by surprise, probably because she sounds so serious about it, and really, Satoru kinda resents being described as “looking sweet”. Still though, it kinda fits, doesn’t it? Suguru makes him feel tender and relaxed.
“Hmm, he does, yeah.”
His mom looks at him and smiles with the side of her mouth, shaking her head. She ruffles his hair, takes a long drag of her cigarette, and walks off.
They have to sleep over at the Gojo complex that night— both Satoru and Suguru laying on a proper bed this time— not the frat house bed, not the shitty little dorm room bed Suguru has. A proper bed, big and luxurious like all the beds in the Gojo household are, and long enough that Satoru’s feet don’t dangle off the edge of it.
Both of them are too self-conscious to do anything about it.
“We can’t fuck here, my grandma is sleeping in the other room,” Satoru says.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to suggest anything. Your family seems to not hate me, and I don't wanna jeopardize that.”
“Impossible. I love you, and my cute little Suguru is so easy to love. You had them all falling over themselves in a few hours, just like I knew you would.”
“Satoru, you make it sound so easy.” Suguru rolls his eyes, still overly cautious about things that are really cut and dry for Satoru himself.
“It is easy, though,” he says, kissing the crown of Suguru’s head, gently rubbing his back as he holds him to his chest. He feels Suguru’s breath on a patch of skin over his collar bone, and feels Suguru’s heart beating against his chest. Legs entwined, hands under shirts. Suguru falls asleep, but Satoru can’t.
He’s in an insomniac sort of mood, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.
3:00 AM in the morning finds him looking up “How to find out my partner’s ring size” and “Is four months of dating too soon to propose?”
Suguru sleeps with his head on Satoru’s chest, softly snoring, dead to the world.
Notes:
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. I gotta thank my friend Meliskimo for betaing this for me.
Consider leaving a comment or a kudos, maybe? 😋
Okay, now that the professional part is out of the way, please allow me to do the Ao3 author note thing and overshare in the end notes. Its TMI, you've been warned:
So when I wrote the first chapter of this story, I very much expected to keep it a one shot, but it kinda just grew into its own thing and ended up being my comfort fic in a way. My life has been wack lately so writing this story in particular and Satosugu in general has been comforting through the stress 😅
1 chapter - posted it on my birthday. Was in the process of job hunting and planning my wedding.
2 chapter - i got married. Literally posted it from my honeymoon. Started a new job right when i came back from that.
3 chapter - my mom died last month. 🥲 I've been looking for things to kinda keep myself busy and functional. Writing is one of them.
I was honestly really close to hopping off the stsg train and jumping onto arcane, but then the thing with my mom happened and I ended up back here. Stsg and I have been together through A LOT, my life has been a roller coaster of ups and downs over the years I've been writing for them so I end up defaulting to them when I'm not doing so well.
A friend of mine coined the term "pacifier fandom" like a fandom you go to producing art for whenever you're down bcs its comforting and familiar and at this point, this is satosugu for me. I envision myself as the voyeuristic fairy god mother that heaps smut and misery and fluff onto them.
Anyways, that's all I wanted to say.
Xoxo,
Ama
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