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Suguru really likes his new roommate.
They've been living together for three months now, soon to be four. He still doesn't know a whole lot about Gojo Satoru, but they're basically friends at this point. Or something. Something is better than nothing, that's for sure.
Suguru had dealt with being nothing with his previous roommate. They lived together for a full year and he still wouldn't be able to list ten fun facts about the guy if you asked him. To be fair, it's not that Suguru hadn't tried to get close to him, it's just that his efforts were never really reciprocated. That's fine, he doesn't expect everyone to be his friend or to worship the ground that he walks on. But is it really too much to ask for basic communication from the person that you share a living space with? Suguru doesn't think so. However, most of the time he couldn't even get a simple “hello” unless he said it first, and it often felt as if he was literally invisible to the guy.
The lack of acknowledgement made him uncomfortable after a while. Suguru can admit that he was silently happy when the guy decided to move out, since he was a couple years older and therefore graduated at the end of the school year.
It didn't take long at all to replace him. Shoko knew a guy who knew another guy who was also looking for a roommate, so Suguru didn't have to search far and wide to find someone willing to split the rent. He didn't care who moved in next, as long as they weren't horrendously awkward or allergic to acknowledging his existence.
Gojo Satoru is neither of those things. He's something else entirely.
They've butt heads a few times already, mainly over silly things like who lost the remote for the television or the fact that Satoru tends to eat everything in sight. Personal space and boundaries seem to be foreign concepts to him, but over the past few months he's gotten better at knocking on Suguru's bedroom door instead of barging in whenever he feels like it. He's also started asking for permission before gobbling down whatever snack he gets his hands on, and as long as he asks first, Suguru never minds sharing. He's happy to share, actually. He never got to have this type of (mostly) harmonious relationship with his last roommate.
Plus, Satoru is a lot more fun to be around. They have their differences in opinions, yes, but they have quite a few similarities, too. They both like playing video games, going out to karaoke, and most recently, they've started implementing movie nights on Fridays. Each week they take turns choosing which film they'll make fun of while sharing snacks and laughing too loudly. These days, Suguru has started looking forward to coming home to a lively apartment instead of eerie silence.
That's not to say that everything is perfect. Nothing in life is perfect and that includes Gojo Satoru, who seems to have been taught otherwise.
If there's one complaint that Suguru has, it's that they haven't been able to establish a real routine when it comes to basic chores. Satoru will pick up here and there when Suguru reminds him to, but that's about it. Suguru has been slacking off with those particular responsibilities, too, now that exam season has swept through them like a storm. For a whole two weeks, neither of them have the willpower nor the mental strength to do anything else outside of studying for hours on end.
The chore that suffers the most is the laundry. They're lucky enough to have a relatively new dishwasher so that nothing stays piled up in the kitchen sink for too long, but the same can't be said about the piles of clothes left abandoned in the hampers and on the floor. Without a washer and dryer machine in the unit, they're forced to take trips to the laundromat up the street, which is hardly more than a five-minute walk away. Still, they neglect this basic chore until exam season is over and neither of them have much left to wear.
Suguru comes up with the plan of doing their laundry together from now on. It'll save them both time and money if they do it this way, he reasons. Like this, only one of them needs to take a trip to the laundromat and they can dump all of their things into one or two machines. He doesn't mind sharing the load and Satoru easily agrees with that plan, claiming it makes no difference to him either. So, once they've organized about two weeks worth of dirty clothes, Suguru sends Satoru to the laundromat with a pocket full of coins and a grateful pat on the back.
Evidently, this was not a good idea. Suguru learns this when Satoru returns with several pieces that have shrunken by at least two sizes. Even Suguru's favorite baggy long-sleeved shirt squeezes his chest now, but Satoru argues that it's definitely not his fault, okay. He only did what Suguru told him to do. Also, some of Satoru's clothing suffered as well, his white tops now a shade of pastel pink—all thanks to his red hoodie bleeding into the rest of his clothes. It's a simple mistake that anyone could've made, according to Satoru.
So, on this day, Suguru learns that Satoru has no idea how to do laundry. To prevent another disaster from happening, Suguru decides to take over this particular chore.
Again, both of them agree with this plan. All goes well the next time that they need to do laundry, and when Suguru gets back to the apartment, he begins separating their clothes so that Satoru can deal with putting away his own things.
This is the day that he discovers it.
Sky blue and white stripes appear at the bottom of the laundry basket. It looks like a pair of tiny shorts until Suguru reaches into the basket and lifts it up, his eyes widening when he instantly realizes what he's touching.
They're panties.
Like, actual panties.
Thin lace lines the edges of the cute panties and in that same soft shade of blue, a satin bow decorates the front of it. This has to be some kind of mistake. It makes no sense for there to be panties mixed into their belongings. Maybe someone left them behind in the dryer at the laundromat? Whoever used it before him. However, Suguru made sure to double check the machines before using them for this exact reason. He never wants to get caught up in accidentally taking someone else's belongings and then being accused of stealing—not that they'd easily be able to figure out who used the machine after them, but still!
Suguru does not want to be accused of stealing panties.
Yet, somehow, a pair of blue and white striped panties have found their way into his and Satoru's belongings. Another thought appears in Suguru's mind. Since there's no way that he accidentally took the panties from the machines, then they must have been hidden away within the clothes this whole time. Obviously, Suguru has nothing to do with them, so the only other explanation is that they came from Satoru. Maybe he brought a girl home at some point when Suguru wasn't around and the panties belong to her, whoever she is. It's the only logical explanation that he can think of, so it has to be it.
Suguru doesn't know anything about Satoru's relationships with other people—he's never even met Satoru's friends—but it's not surprising that he's dating someone, or at the very least, hooking up. With a face as pretty as that, Satoru is probably the type of guy who doesn't stay single for very long. Again, it's the only logical explanation that Suguru can think of and he can't fault the guy for having fun once in a while. Yes, it's perfectly fine and Suguru couldn't care less about what or who Satoru chooses to do in his spare time.
It doesn't mean that Suguru should have to wash someone else's panties, though.
After a brief moment of internal debating, Suguru decides that he'll bring it up. Communication is key, after all. He knocks on Satoru's bedroom door and waits for the usual grunt of acknowledgement (Satoru never says “come in” like a normal person). When Suguru opens the door, he finds Satoru lying on his stomach in bed, playing with his Nintendo Switch as usual. His long, slender legs swing in the air and he's got his tongue poked out in concentration. He doesn't look away from the video game as Suguru leans against the doorway.
Still, Suguru asks, “Do these look familiar?”
A second later, Satoru finally lifts his head to acknowledge his visitor. From the bed, he squints at the piece of clothing that dangles from Suguru's finger. Satoru has a bad habit of not consistently wearing his glasses even though he obviously needs them, but when he recognizes what he's looking at, those ocean-blue eyes instantly widen in surprise.
Suguru was right, then.
“I don't mind washing your things, but don't put other people's dirty clothes with our laundry, okay?”
After putting out that boundary, Suguru tosses the panties onto the bed, watching it land near Satoru's pillow. Only then does he notice the obvious redness that has spread along Satoru's cheeks, a stark contrast to his fair skin, and that surprises Suguru. He never pictured Satoru being embarrassed by such a thing, given his personality. If anything, a girl's panties being mixed into his laundry seems like something he would definitely brag about.
He does nothing of the sort, though.
“Okay?” Satoru replies rather late, but he sounds a bit confused by the accusation.
That's weird.
Suguru changes the subject.
He asks, “It's my turn to make dinner tonight, right? What do you feel like having?”
“Egg salad sandwich from FamilyMart,” Satoru answers immediately. He seems to have quickly recovered from the moment of awkwardness, his eyes already focused on his video game again as he speaks. “And the vanilla souffle pudding, too.”
Suguru snorts, amused. “Really? Convenience store food?”
“Yeah. Been craving that shit all afternoon,” he says. He glances up at Suguru with an excited grin that shows off his dimples. “I want two sandwiches and three cups of the pudding. Oh! And if they have those honey butter chips that I like, get those, too. I finished the last of it earlier today. Don't forget my strawberry milk, either.”
You see, the thing about Satoru is that he often has these sudden cravings for the most random things, Suguru has learned. Once his mind decides that he “needs” a certain food or snack, Satoru won't settle for anything less. It's equally as weird as it is endearing. Whatever, though. If Satoru has decided that he wants convenience store food for dinner, then at least Suguru won't have to dirty up the kitchen tonight.
It's a win/win situation, basically.
“Nah. If you want all of that, then you're coming with me and picking out your own things,” Suguru tells him.
Satoru reacts to that with a loud, petulant whine at not getting his way. Typical. It doesn't take him long to follow Suguru to the front door, though. Then, he eagerly yaps about his day during their short journey to FamilyMart, and Suguru happily listens.
***
It happens again the next time Suguru does their laundry.
This time he discovers the panties while removing the load of clothing from the dryer. These ones are baby pink with frills on the back and another little bow on the front. They're really cute, actually. Maybe even cuter than the other pair that Suguru had found. He wonders if this is the type of girl that Satoru is into, the cutesy type who likes to wear frills and lace and bows. Whoever she is, she's probably much shorter than Satoru, too. Short and petite with a love for sweet things, just like Satoru. They're probably a really cute couple, if they're actually dating and not just hooking up.
A bitter feeling starts to arise in Suguru's chest. He shakes those thoughts away and forgets about them instantly.
After examining the panties for several long seconds, Suguru realizes that he definitely looks like a creep right now. He shoves the panties into the basket and leaves the laundromat without making eye contact with anyone who may have been watching him, and he quickly makes his way back to the apartment.
Satoru is in the kitchen when Suguru returns. He's chugging his favorite brand of strawberry milk when Suguru confronts him about the panties again.
“Does your girlfriend not know how to do her own laundry?”
In response to that, Satoru starts to choke on the milk. He coughs several times until he can properly breathe again, and then he's staring at Suguru as if he's suddenly grown a second head.
“Excuse me? My what?”
Rather than pointlessly repeating himself, Suguru reaches into the laundry basket and holds up the piece of evidence. The instant recognition in Satoru's eyes gives him away again, but this time he isn't stunned into silence and he reacts a lot faster than before.
“Why are you messing with those?” he asks, voice high-pitched and clearly offended. He frowns and demands, “Give them back.”
Suguru answers, “I'm not messing with anything, just tired of washing other people's stuff. We talked about this last time, remember? If we're going to wash our things together, then I'd prefer it if–”
Satoru walks over and snatches the panties from him before Suguru can even finish with his complaint. It surprises him again to see the deep blush along Satoru's cheeks and he seems twice as embarrassed as last time.
“I'll do my own damn laundry then, since it bothers you so much,” Satoru grumbles.
He leaves the kitchen and shuts himself in his bedroom before Suguru can properly react to any of that, and that's not fair at all. Why is Satoru upset when Suguru is the one who's been inconvenienced? He doesn't think he was being mean or aggressive, either, just a little annoyed since he'd already mentioned the other day that he didn't want this boundary to be crossed. Yet, Satoru crossed it again despite that.
Suguru is the one who should be upset. Not Satoru. His dramatic reaction puts a dent in Suguru's mood for the rest of the day, especially since a couple hours later, Satoru emerges from his cave and behaves as if the strange interaction never happened. They eat dinner together as usual and when Satoru asks if he wants to play Super Smash Bros. afterwards, Suguru doesn't hesitate to say yes.
In the end, he decides that he'll simply forget about the short-lived “panties scandal”.
***
A week later, Suguru faces a life-changing discovery.
Satoru is spread out on the sofa like a starfish when Suguru gets back from class that evening. Sometimes he does this instead of going into his bedroom and finding something else to do. He just lays there on the sofa and waits for Suguru to come home so that he can request entertainment, snacks, or both. Most of the time, Suguru doesn't even get to set his things down and change into loungewear before Satoru is asking for things or forcing him to watch a silly viral video, and no, it can't wait. He has to watch it now or else Satoru will forget to show him later.
Yet, despite all of that, Suguru can't pretend that he doesn't enjoy the attention.
As soon as Suguru enters the living room, Satoru sits up and greets him with, “You're late.”
Suguru drops his school bag onto the floor near the sofa and rolls his shoulder, relieving the dull ache from carrying the bag around all afternoon. He looks to his roommate and grins, teasing, “Sorry. Didn't realize you missed me that much.”
“Shut up, I'm starving,” Satory whines in response. “Did you pick up what I asked for?”
Suguru nods and lifts the small plastic bag in his hand, at which point Satoru's crankiness instantly melts away to be replaced with a giddy smile. He had sent a text to Suguru not long ago, claiming that they were missing the most vital ingredient for what he planned to make for dinner. Since Suguru was on his way home anyway, he should stop by a convenience store to get that ingredient for them. Never mind the fact that Satoru could've easily walked down the street and done that same thing and how it would've been much faster, but whatever. Suguru finds it incredibly difficult to decline him of anything these days.
Now that he has everything that he needs, Satoru takes the bag and practically skips into the kitchen.
“So, what do you plan to use the bonito flakes for?” Suguru asks, following the other boy close behind. He likes to watch Satoru whenever he cooks. There's something truly fascinating about the way that he magically conjures up an edible, tasty dish despite the chaos that goes into making it.
“Takoyaki, of course!” Satoru announces. He's humming as he flips through the cupboards and begins gathering the ingredients to make the batter. “I've been craving it these past few days, for some reason. Maybe because it's almost summer?”
Rather than pointing out that he always seems to be craving something no matter the time of year, Suguru says, “Mm, sounds good. What else, though?”
Satoru doesn't answer him right away, too busy dumping miscellaneous ingredients onto the counter. He tends to get distracted quite easily, but when it comes to satisfying his hunger, his level of concentration is practically unmatched. There's something so inherently cute about him and everything that he does, despite being a guy and all.
Some guys really are cute, though.
Satoru is definitely one of those guys.
“I guess I could make a side salad or something,” he eventually answers. “Maybe some miso soup to go with it? I don't know. You can deal with that if you want something extra. I'm fine with just the takoyaki.”
“Huh? It's your turn to cook, though.”
“And that's what I'm doing! It's just that side dishes are optional.”
“Not really,” Suguru argues.
“Yes, really,” Satoru argues back.
Arguing with him would last all night, so Suguru gives in without much of a fight. Just this once. He's far more interested in watching Satoru prepare his precious takoyaki, anyway. Once all of the ingredients have been spread out on the counter and leaving room for nothing else, Satoru stands with a hand on his hip as he considers what to do next.
“Where did you put the takoyaki skillet?” he asks, muttering the question as he begins flipping through the cabinets again.
“Me?” Suguru shakes his head. “I never use that thing. You definitely had it last.”
“Hmm…”
Satoru scans over the shelves in the upper cabinets for a few seconds longer. When he doesn't find what he's looking for, he bends over, squatting down to search through the lower cabinets where they typically keep all the pots and pans. However, as he bends over, his baggy pajama pants with the Digimon pattern begin to slide down his narrow hips a little, revealing the edge of his underwear.
It's at this moment when Suguru sees it.
There, just above where the pajamas have slipped down a little, is that same shade of baby pink fabric that Suguru had seen at the laundromat last week. A bit of the frills are visible, too, confirming that it's the exact same pair of panties that had appeared in their laundry and gave Suguru a bitter feeling when he imagined a faceless girl wearing them. But there is no girl and Satoru is the one currently wearing those same panties.
Satoru is wearing panties.
Right here in their shared kitchen.
Satoru is.
Suguru can hardly believe his eyes. A little voice in his head tells him that he's staring—hard—and he knows he shouldn't be staring at all, but his eyes don't listen to him. They're far too interested in other things, like how the hem of those panties hug Satoru's hips so perfectly, because they really are a perfect fit—unlike the pajama pants. If Suguru focuses enough, he can practically envision what the rest of it looks like without the pajamas blocking his view and oh, no.
No, Suguru shouldn't imagine such a thing. Why would he want to see that? That would be weird. Satoru is his friend, after all. His roommate. He's a guy, too. Suguru's guy friend and roommate. The guy-friend-roommate who likes to wear panties, apparently. Really cute panties with frills and lace.
What the hell?
“Found it!”
Satoru leaps back up with the correct skillet in his hands and he's grinning triumphantly. However, his expression instantly shifts into one of confusion when he takes in the look on Suguru's face.
“What's wrong?” he asks, clueless. “Don't tell me you're not in the mood for takoyaki all of a sudden…”
Thankfully, Suguru is able to snap out of it just in time for him to quickly shake his head and avert his gaze—he can't look at Satoru right now. It feels… awkward.
“I'm fine with anything,” Suguru answers truthfully. He waves a hand and dismisses those concerns further, “Side dishes or not… it's fine with me.”
Satoru cheers a second later and begins cooking their dinner.
Suguru tries not to think about lace and frills.
***
So, Suguru just might be a little bit insane.
It's the only explanation that he can think of, the true reason behind him not being able to get Satoru in panties out of his head. Like, it just doesn't make any sense to him—the fact that he can't stop thinking about it, not the part about Satoru wearing panties.
Well, no, that's a lie.
Suguru doesn't understand that part, either, but his initial theory doesn't hold up for long. He originally believes that maybe it's some type of kink thing. Maybe Satoru likes wearing his girlfriend's panties, or maybe she likes making him wear them. That doesn't make a lick of sense, though, because when Suguru thinks about it for too long (and he absolutely does), he realizes that there's probably never been a girl in this equation in the first place. He's known Satoru for four months now. Satoru talks to him every single day about even the most mundane of subjects, so why would he never mention having a girlfriend or seeing someone?
That's the thing, Satoru absolutely would talk to Suguru about the person that he's dating, but he never has. Therefore, that person doesn't exist. No one is asking Satoru to wear panties for them. He's just wearing them. Just because. That's the part that doesn't make any sense to Suguru, but again, it really could be a kink thing. Or maybe Suguru is just making assumptions again and Satoru never meant for him to discover the panties in the first place, which explains why he got upset that time when Suguru brought it up again.
Fuck. Suguru feels like such an awful roommate now.
He just has to apologize, then. That's all. Suguru still believes that communication is key, so he'll clear up the miscommunication just in case Satoru is secretly still bothered by it. Yes, that's the only reason that Suguru will bring up the panties again. Then, once they've reached an understanding, maybe Satoru will feel comfortable enough to let Suguru wash their laundry together again.
All that Suguru has to do is apologize.
“Do you always wear panties?”
Unfortunately, what comes out of his mouth first is neither an apology nor a polite question, not in the slightest. Suguru almost wants to smack himself on the forehead. His curiosity can't take this anymore, though. He has to know.
Sitting next to him on the sofa, Satoru appears to tense up after hearing the question, his shoulders going stiff and his knee no longer bouncing playfully to the beat of the video game soundtrack. Though he keeps his eyes on the television screen, he doesn't ignore Suguru's sudden intrigue.
“Not always,” he answers a few seconds later. Using the controller in his hands, he flips through the menu screen and starts up the next round of their fighting game. “Just when I feel like it, which… is most of the time nowadays, I guess. Why? Does it bother you?”
“No. Not at all,” Suguru rushes to answer. In contrast, he's unable to truly focus on the video game, even as Satoru's character begins kicking his ass. “I was just curious…”
Satoru hums, then says, “Good. Otherwise, I'd have to beat the shit out of you in real life, too.”
With one final uppercut, the character on the screen is knocked out and Satoru reacts with a victory screech while Suguru snorts, accepting the loss with a shake of his head. As the next round begins, he tries to be a little more focused. He still has plenty of questions swimming around in his mind, though, and since Satoru seems open to answering them, Suguru will take advantage of this moment. It's probably the first time that either of them have been vulnerable in front of the other.
“Can I ask another question?”
“You just did,” Satoru teases. “But sure.”
Suguru clears his throat and asks, “Why… do you wear them? Are they more comfortable? Like, compared to boxers or briefs.”
“Not necessarily? I mean, boxers are probably the most comfortable of the three. They're not nearly as cute, though.”
“I see. So, you wear them because they're cute?”
“For the most part, yeah.”
“And the other part?”
The sound of laughter fills his ears suddenly. Suguru looks away from the screen again, not caring that he'll lose this round as well, and instead he takes in the blinding smile spread across Satoru's perfect face. For the first time since this awkward conversation began, he turns his head to meet Suguru's gaze and for an instance, it feels like time comes to a standstill.
He asks, “Have you been thinking about it a lot?”
Suguru gulps down the nerves that rise to his throat. “Thinking about what?”
“Y’know. Me in panties.”
“Huh? N-No, I–”
“Just kidding.”
Satoru sticks out his tongue, teasing, while Suguru resists the urge to jump out of the window. He inhales a deep breath and tells himself to calm the hell down, it's not that big of a deal and clearly Satoru doesn't think so either. He's just messing around like he always is. Suguru should know this by now. Satoru is still his guy-friend-roommate, even if he has a thing for wearing women's underwear.
Feeling slightly more relaxed now, Suguru leans back into the sofa and sighs. He admits, “First of all, I only thought about it because I thought they belonged to your girlfriend. That's why I said that stuff about not wanting to wash other people's things… I wasn't trying to make fun of you, if that's what it sounded like.”
Satoru laughs for the second time.
“You keep mentioning this ‘girlfriend’ that I apparently have. So, where is she and why haven't I met her yet?”
Suguru rolls his eyes at the teasing.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't have one.” Suguru pauses to take in the easy-going expression on Satoru's face before he makes another attempt at prodding for information. He asks afterwards, “And… you're also not dating one casually?”
“Nope! Never have, never will.”
“Really? How come?”
“Well…”
Satoru trails off with his response, taking his sweet time thinking of an answer while Suguru still feels like he's sitting on the edge of his seat. He doesn't know why he's suddenly so invested in Satoru's private life, but the guy wears panties. Who knows what else he's hiding? It could be juicy. However, apparently, Satoru doesn't care to hide anything when he casually admits without hesitation:
“I just prefer to have boyfriends, that's all.”
Oh.
That's…
“That's cool,” Suguru says, and he makes sure to sound like he genuinely means it. Because he does. He also doesn't want to risk Satoru thinking that he's a hater. That wouldn't be cool.
For some odd reason, Satoru is laughing at him again and Suguru really wishes that he wouldn't do that. The sound of it is making Suguru's skin tingle and he's starting to sweat a little, too. He blames the temperature of the room, because it really is almost summer and the heat is slowly sneaking up on them.
“Don't be so awkward, man.” Satoru shoves an elbow into his ribcage, forcing Suguru to defend the area because it tickles slightly. He shoves Satoru away from him and it results in another laugh that buries itself in Suguru's chest. Afterwards, Satoru teases, “Unless… hey, am I the first gay person that you've ever met? Be honest.”
Suguru rolls his eyes and resists the urge to throw Satoru out the window.
“Nah, but you're the first annoying gay person that I've met, so congratulations.”
The offended gasp is preceded by the punch to his shoulder that leaves Suguru feeling really, really sore, but it's worth it to be the one who gets to laugh this time.
When Suguru also ends up winning the next round of the fighting game, he laughs some more while Satoru traps him in a headlock, and the air between them feels like it's finally gone back to normal.
It's comfy, familiar, and safe.
Suguru can only hope that it'll remain this way.
***
It would've been nice if everything really had gone back to normal after that, but they don't.
Suguru hasn't stopped thinking about Satoru in panties and he feels downright ashamed of it. Like, who cares what type of underwear his roommate prefers to cover his genitalia with? It shouldn't matter and it doesn't matter, but either way, it doesn't leave Suguru's mind. At least, not long enough for him to focus on things that actually do matter, like his studies.
All of this is happening because Suguru has been single for far too long. Yes, that's obviously the reason and he feels silly for not realizing it sooner. He dated his last girlfriend for a whole nine months, his longest relationship so far, until she began talking about things like their future children and marriage. Suguru may have freaked out a little bit and instead of simply stating that he wasn't ready to discuss such topics (he was barely nineteen years old at the time), he decided to end things soon after that. The one thing that kept him from feeling too guilty about his overreaction is that he's pretty sure she tried to recruit him into joining a cult at one point, but that's another story for another day.
In the present, Suguru attributes his current issues to boredom. He hasn't been that interested in the dating scene these days, but maybe he should be. It's never been difficult at all for him to find a nice girl to give his attention to and they're always eager to reciprocate. However, Suguru can't be bothered to do any of that right now and it would take a lot more energy than he's willing to expend.
Good thing there's always porn.
Suguru checks the time on his phone. 5:15 PM. Satoru will be home from class any minute now and it's Suguru's turn to make dinner for them tonight, so he should probably get started on that at some point. It's always a nuisance when he's trying to cook while Satoru is hovering over his shoulder and whining about being hungry the whole time, so Suguru has gotten in the habit of preparing things before his roommate returns.
Doesn't matter, there's always plenty of time for a quick wank if he tries hard enough.
Shoving his textbooks to the side for now, Suguru grabs his laptop and positions his fingers over the keyboard. He pauses for a moment, unsure of what to type into the search bar. Even having too many options on what he could get off to is becoming bothersome. He's about to give in and resort to watching one of his saved videos that he's seen at least a hundred times already, but then an image comes to the forefront of his mind that he would never, ever ask for. Not in a million years.
Baby pink panties with frills on the back and a tiny bow on the front.
Suguru furiously shakes his head. Why the hell is he thinking about that right now? It's almost like he's being mind-controlled by some outside interference. It's starting to get ridiculous. But isn't that part of the reason that he's doing this in the first place? He probably just needs to get it out of his system for good. That's all.
It makes so much sense now.
Without wasting another second of his precious time, Suguru's fingers fly across the keyboard as he types his filthy desires into the search bar.
girl in panties fucked hard
He practically slams his index finger down onto the enter key. In an instant, countless videos pop up on the screen with thumbnails that display sneak peeks of their content. Suguru scrolls down the page without pause, his eyes reviewing each and every thumbnail with the practiced ease of a professional. Most of the videos look okay, but they don't pique his interest and his dick hasn't twitched even once.
That is, until the moment that he comes across the image of a girl with big blue eyes the same color as the ocean.
Suguru clicks on the video without hesitation.
The sound of high-pitched moans immediately begin to pour out of his laptop's speakers. Nice. This is one of those videos that gets straight to the point, no corny cutscene with horrific acting to set the “mood”. Within seconds of him pressing play, the girl with the blue eyes is being fucked from behind with her panties shoved to the side. The panties themselves are white with a floral lace pattern over her reddened cheeks. If he had to use just one word to describe them, Suguru would say they were sexy rather than cute.
Whatever. One mustn't be too picky when it comes to amateur porn.
The sounds from the video seem to increase when the faceless man spanks her on the ass. Suguru plugs in his earphones just in case. While blue-eyed girl moans that she's going to come, Suguru unbuttons his shorts and releases his half-hard cock from the confines of his boxers. His fingers lazily curl around the shaft and he strokes himself to the same pace as the faceless man's thrusts. The quality of the video isn't the greatest, but he's sure that he'll be able to get off to the sight of a tight pussy, floral panties, and pretty blue eyes.
Or, that's what should have happened.
Unfortunately for him, what happens instead is entirely out of his control. The bedroom door comes open suddenly and when Suguru turns his head, he's faced with another set of blue eyes, these ones so much more beautiful and lively compared to the ones on the laptop screen. Whatever it is that Satoru was in the middle of yapping about dies on his lips. Now, he stares back at Suguru like a deer caught in the headlights. Half a second after that, Suguru's heart drops pathetically to his feet.
“You— I… Goddammit, Satoru! I told you to knock.”
It's not until Suguru slams his laptop shut and fumbles to put his cock away that Satoru finally remembers how to speak.
“I did! You didn't answer me.”
Suguru hardly hears anything else that comes out of that brat's mouth. The humiliation of being walked in on while jerking off drowns out most of his senses. As Satoru tries to explain himself, Suguru marches over to the entryway, pushes Satoru back through it, and slams the door without listening to a single word that he says.
All that Suguru can hear right now is his own racing heartbeat. His ears feel hot to the touch and an uncomfortable feeling sits heavily in his stomach, an overwhelming mixture of shame, guilt, and disgust. No, he can't allow himself to feel this way. He's overreacting again. Everyone masturbates. A lot of people like doing it to porn, too. He's just a simple guy with simple needs and he shouldn't feel bad about wanting to satisfy those needs in the privacy of his bedroom.
Yeah. That's right. Satoru is the one who should feel ashamed for his lack of manners and sense of entitlement. He's the one who should feel embarrassed, not Suguru. If anything, it's his own fault that the image of Suguru's cock will probably be burned into his retinas for the rest of his life. Everything that just happened is his fault, not Suguru's, and so there's really no reason to be upset.
After regaining his composure, Suguru accepts the reality that he can't hide in his bedroom forever. He still needs to make dinner and his gurgling belly is choosing now to remind him of this. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. Satoru is nowhere in sight. Good. Suguru would prefer not to look at him right now. Instead, Suguru enters the bathroom across the hall and washes his hands. After fixing his hair in the mirror, he leaves the bathroom to make his way to the kitchen and—
Ah. There he is.
Satoru is currently sitting at their tiny kitchen table, his round glasses perched on top of his head and his eyes squinting at the Nintendo Switch in his hands. The sounds of the video game that he's playing are almost completely drowned out by the harsh beating of Suguru's heart racing in his chest again, but he tells himself to chill the fuck out. What happened a bit ago isn't that big of a deal and he's stressing himself out for no reason.
Right. It's time to cook dinner. Suguru will focus on that instead. He walks over to the refrigerator as casually as ever and when he passes the table, Satoru doesn't look up from the video game to acknowledge him. Suguru starts to believe that they've silently agreed to never speak of that moment, but then Satoru opens his mouth mere seconds later.
“So, what kind of porn were you watching?”
Suguru drops one of the potatoes that he's balancing in his hands, a curse leaving his mouth automatically at the moment of clumsiness. He sets the rest of the vegetables onto the kitchen counter and turns to glare at Satoru from across the room.
“Why do you need to know that?” he questions, and then it's followed by a tired sigh as he remembers who he's dealing with here. Satoru always wants to know everything. “Doesn't matter. Just act like you never saw anything.”
Unsurprisingly, Satoru does no such thing.
“Why, though? I know what I saw. Your dick was out and everything. Do you always masturbate to porn or just sometimes? What kind do you watch?”
An annoying headache threatens to form right in the center of Suguru's frontal lobe. He massages the area with his fingers and counts to ten in his head, but he only makes it to six before his emotions get the best of him.
Hamburger steak be damned.
He shouldn't have to put up with this.
“Satoru,” he calls out in the sweetest, most patient tone of voice he can manage at this time. The eerie smile on his face reflects the irritation behind his eyes when he asks, “Would you prefer to starve tonight? Is that it? Keep making fun of me and I'll let you eat air for dinner.”
Despite the weight of the threat that hangs in the air between them, Satoru doesn't seem intimidated and he doesn't back down. Not even for a moment.
“Hm? I'm not making fun of you, though,” he insists. He doesn't pause his video game, but when he glances up and finally meets Suguru’s gaze, his blue eyes are wide with wonder. Suguru finds nothing within those eyes that suggests Satoru is lying. He insists again, “It's a genuine question. I never really understood why some people like to watch porn so much.”
A frown settles upon Suguru's face. He doesn't get the meaning behind that last statement. Since it looks like they need to have this conversation before he can focus on cooking anything, he reaches into the refrigerator again and grabs a can of beer to help calm his nerves. Afterwards, Suguru joins Satoru at the table, getting comfortable in the seat across from him.
“What are you talking about? Everyone watches porn.”
Satoru merely shrugs. “I don't.”
Suguru stares at him for all of two seconds before rolling his eyes. “Liar. You're a dude. All dudes watch porn. It's like… in our nature. Our DNA.”
“Pfft. Not this dude,” Satoru claims, pointing an oddly prideful thumb back at himself. He says it as if this were some type of competition centered around one's willpower. Ironically, he backtracks only seconds later. “I mean, I have tried it before, yeah, but it didn't do anything for me. I dunno. It's interesting, though. The porn. It's kind of funny, actually.”
While he casually speaks about his weird opinions on pornography, Satoru never stops focusing half of his attention on the video game and Suguru can't help wondering just what the hell is wrong with this guy. He's always felt that Satoru is truly a unique character, but this current conversation topic really cements it as fact. Like, why would anyone think that porn is funny? It can be silly, yes, with terrible acting and wild scenarios that would never happen in real life, but no one watches porn expecting Hollywood level acting skills or genuine entertainment.
Porn exists to be jerked off to.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Suguru stares at the guy sitting across from him while idly sipping from the can of beer. Sometimes he wonders what goes through Satoru’s mind. This is the same guy who casually wears panties, after all. Just because he “likes” them. There's just no way that it isn't some type of kink thing, no matter what Satoru says about the odd choice of underwear. Suguru doesn't believe that. So, he can pretend all that he wants to be a “purist” who doesn't enjoy pornography. At the end of the day, Suguru still knows his little secret.
“You must not have watched the good stuff if it didn't make you hard,” Suguru eventually comments. As he finishes the beer, he crushes the can with his fist. “Shitty porn exists, too, by the way.”
Satoru snorts at that. “Well, I can't get hard either way.”
“The hell does that mean?” Suguru questions. Without leaving the chair, he leans back as far as he can to open the refrigerator door and grabs another beer from the inside. Then, as he faces the table again, a really sad thought comes to mind while Satoru's words echo in his head. He asks quietly, “Wait, do you… have erectile dysfunction?”
Unexpectedly, Satoru begins cracking up. The suddenness of it all startles Suguru and all that he can do is stare at the other guy like he's insane. Who knows, maybe Satoru really is and that explains why he's always been so weird. Suguru has always liked him despite that, but right now, his strange reaction is almost a little bit creepy.
Almost.
When Satoru seems to have calmed down enough, Suguru asks, “How is that funny? It was a serious question and I'm not trying to be insensitive, yet you're laughing like a dickhead…”
If anything, that makes Satoru laugh even harder. He has to force himself to calm down again before he can speak, the video game abandoned on the table as he wipes the tears from his eyes. While he waits, Suguru keeps his mouth shut so that he won't somehow make Satoru laugh all over again.
“Fuck. The irony of being called a dickhead is too much,” Satoru says, still giggling a bit. Then, he shakes his head and casually admits, “I don't have a dick, silly. I can't get erectile dysfunction.”
Suguru only blinks at him. When Satoru doesn't add on to the weird joke or provide any sort of explanation to that statement, Suguru just assumes that he's messing around for no reason other than to be a nuisance. He takes a hefty gulp of the beer before calling Satoru out on it.
“That's bullshit.”
“How?”
“Because… it doesn't make any sense.”
“Really?”
“Really,” Suguru insists. Deciding to play along with Satoru's antics for a moment, he asks, “If you don't have a dick, what else would you have, then?”
Satoru stares back at him as if he's just asked something incredibly stupid, and in retrospect, Suguru most certainly has. Rather than mentioning all of that, Satoru simply answers the question.
“A pussy, obviously.”
Silence follows those words. Suguru goes back to staring at his roommate, unsure of what to say. But Satoru seems to take his reaction as disbelief, because all of a sudden, he's standing up from the chair and unbuttoning his tight jeans. Suguru instantly snaps out of it when Satoru pulls his zipper down.
“Woah, hey— hold on a second— Satoru.”
Before Suguru can say anything else regarding the sudden non-consensual stripping, he sees them.
The panties.
Pastel blue, white lace along the edges, a little satin bow on the front, and this time there's also a character pictured just below the bow. Some type of cartoon animal with blue eyes and long white ears along the sides of its head. A bunny, maybe? A dog? Suguru can't tell and he knows that he's staring too much, but Satoru is the one who's forcing him to see this.
There's no bulge, either. No dick outline.
The adorable panties lay flat and smooth against his pubis and oh, wow. He wasn't lying or messing around at all.
Gojo Satoru really does have a pussy.
“So,” Satoru begins, the mischievous grin on his face spreading from ear to ear. “What do you think?”
Suguru keeps his eyes on the panties. It's almost like he can't help it anymore.
“What… am I supposed to think?”
“Hm, good point.” Satoru sits down in the chair again, not bothering to zip the jeans closed for some reason. Nothing that he does is sensible, anyway. He picks his game up from the table and says, “Tell me about the first time that you watched porn. I'm curious.”
Suguru rests his chin against the palm of his hand and simply watches Satoru for a moment, still partially stunned by what he's just seen. He's not sure what to think about this incredibly strange, prolonged interaction of theirs or why Satoru is so hooked on the subject of Suguru's pornography preferences and habits, but maybe it's not as deep as he thinks that it is. Maybe asking invasive questions is Satoru’s way of attempting to bond with him.
They're guy-friend-roommates and they have been for several months, of course they should be able to talk to each other about basically anything now. Plus, Suguru isn't especially shy or prude. He's not actually scandalized by Satoru's curiosity, it's just a bit awkward since Satoru saw him jerking off not that long ago. But at the end of the day, this is all just normal guy talk.
Suguru can do guy talk.
“Uh… it's not that interesting of a story, but sure, since you wanna know so badly.” He pauses to gather his thoughts on such an old, blurry memory. “Back then, the only computer at my house belonged to my dad and he never let me touch it, so I only had, like… dirty magazines. But you know how the upperclassmen always get their hands on shit and bring it to school to show off? Yeah. That's basically how I saw my first porn video.”
Satoru tilts his head to the side as he listens, his face contorting into a confused frown. At the end of that short explanation, he says, “Weird. That never happened at my school.”
“Nah, I'm sure it did. You probably just weren't considered cool enough to know about it.”
“Wow, thanks. Honestly, I don't remember too many things about high school, anyway. I blocked most of that shit out.”
Suguru agrees with a solemn hum. “Mm, that's fair. High school was trash. Now, tell me about the first time that you watched porn. How come you didn't like it? Did you ever try to watch something else? Maybe that's why it doesn't do anything for you, ‘cause you haven't found what turns you on.”
After the barrage of questions, Satoru looks up from the video game for the first time since grabbing it again. For the second time, pure mischief can be seen on his face even before he opens his mouth to speak.
“You're really curious about that, huh? Wow, Suguru. I had no idea you were such a pervert.”
Suguru gawks at him. “Seriously? You're the one who's been asking me the same damn thing! You're the pervert and the panty lover.”
Satoru gasps, offended. “Take that back, asshole.”
“Why? I know what I saw,” Suguru replies, deviously mimicking Satoru's words from earlier. Seeing the childish pout that develops on Satoru's face fuels him even more. It's too ironic that Satoru can tease relentlessly yet he can't handle being teased back for even a second. Ignoring the pouty face, Suguru demands, “Go on now. Answer the question.”
At first it doesn't seem like Satoru will give in, the pouty expression stubbornly clinging to his adorable, almost too perfect face. In the end, though, he huffs and stares down at the table as he speaks up again.
“I only watched it because I was curious, and… because my ex said that he wanted to have sex with me. So, I decided to watch some porn so that I could prepare for that.”
Suguru waits for him to continue with that short, vague tale, but Satoru doesn't say anything else on the matter. That can't be everything, though. He's definitely holding back the juicy details, so Suguru wants to prod even further.
He comments, “Yikes. Watching porn to prepare for real-life sex? Also known as one of the worst things you could possibly do? Damn.”
“I was seventeen,” Satoru whines. “Give me a break, I didn't know any better.”
“Poor you,” Suguru coos instead, grinning when Satoru flips him off. He continues more seriously, “No wonder you didn't like it. You were probably too busy comparing yourself to pornstars and their horrible acting. That's not what porn is for, by the way.”
“Well, duh. I learned that the hard way.”
“So, what about now?” Suguru asks next. “Have you tried watching anything recently? Y'know, without the added stress of trying to perform for someone. What's something that you think you'd be into?”
Satoru only shrugs his shoulders in response to the various questions, seemingly not as eager to speak on the subject now that he's become the center of attention. How typical of him. He's lucky that Suguru is such a nice and patient person, so filled with kindness, empathy, and the willingness to help others in need. Satoru obviously needs his help with this, perhaps even a bit of guidance. Suguru won't call himself a professional, but he will admit to having quite the amazing spank bank.
Yes, this situation is too pathetic for him to ignore. He has to help Satoru discover himself and what he's into, because Satoru is his guy-friend-roommate and Suguru pities him.
“Fine. I'll help you out,” Suguru announces suddenly, breaking the short-lived silence. He downs the rest of his beer while Satoru eyes him from across the table. Like a master with his pupil, Suguru adds with an arrogant smile, “I'll show you the way, introduce you to all the good stuff. Okay?”
“Um… okay?” Satoru hesitantly agrees. He looks adorably confused by the sudden proposition and he asks, “How, though?”
The grin on Suguru's face widens.
***
The bright light of the laptop screen is almost blinding in the darkness of Suguru's bedroom.
The obscene sounds of moaning and skin against skin fill their ears as two strangers fuck like animals on the screen for their entertainment. Suguru brings a can of beer to his lips, his third one of the night, and slowly drinks its contents while keeping his eyes on the scene before him. The alcohol in his system is finally beginning to take effect. His body feels warm and sort of heavy, and a tingling sensation crawls up his neck. He's definitely not drunk, though. Far from it.
Next to him, a voice comments, “I can't believe you're making me watch straight porn.”
Suguru turns his head to the direction of that voice. Less than an arm's length away, Satoru sits with his back resting against the wall, his long, slender legs bent at the knees and pulled to his chest. Before joining Suguru in the bedroom for “guy time”, he changed out of the clothes he'd worn to class and threw on a really long, oversized t-shirt for comfort.
That's it. Nothing else.
For a moment, Suguru's eyes get stuck on the sight of bare legs that look smooth to the touch. It's only seconds later when his tipsy brain reminds him of what had just been said. To that statement, Suguru rolls his eyes and tries to focus on the laptop screen again.
“It's not about who's doing who,” he claims, hoping to teach his pupil a valuable lesson about the wonders of pornography. “It's about a dick fucking a tight hole. Who cares what the rest of them look like?”
Satoru snorts, teasing, “Right, but I bet you wouldn't say that if it was two guys instead.”
Suguru actually pauses to think about that. He's never tried watching gay porn before so he can't say he would or wouldn't enjoy it, but he kind of understands where Satoru is coming from. Being gay, he probably doesn't have too much interest in what's going on in the video, but now his statement really has Suguru considering the alternative and rethinking his pornography preferences.
If it really is all about the act of fucking, then why wouldn't Suguru enjoy viewing a bit of gay porn, too? Sure, he enjoys seeing tits and pussy, but he also really likes seeing a good-looking dick, too. He especially likes seeing them throbbing and leaking with cum.
Ah, but maybe it's not a good time to think about that right now. Suguru shoves those weird thoughts to the back of his mind and tries to contribute to the conversation.
“Fine. If you want, we can try watching one of those videos afterwards,” he offers. On the screen, the faceless man grabs a handful of the woman's dark hair and fucks deep into her throat. Suguru's fist tightens around the beercan. “This is a good medium for now. You like dick, I like pussy. So, there's something for both of us to enjoy, right?”
Satoru doesn't comment on any of that. He only hums and eventually asks, “Is this really what you used to do back then? Just casually watch porn with your friends?”
“Hm, not all the time, no. Like, it wasn't something that we'd do on a normal Friday afternoon for no reason,” he answers, laughing quietly. “But lots of guys have done this with friends. It's just… a guy thing, y'know? That’s why we're doing it now, and also to find out what you like.”
It really is that simple.
Seconds later, the porn video ends just like Suguru remembers it, with the dark-haired woman receiving a really nice facial. He purposely chose one of the more basic, tame videos to show Satoru first, just to test the waters. Suguru doesn't want to freak him out with anything too kinky, since Satoru apparently doesn't watch pornography. He most likely hasn't been exposed to certain things of the truly degenerate variety. That's fine, though.
Suguru still plans to show him the way.
He asks, “That was a really standard one to start off with, but what did you think? Still felt nothing?”
Satoru takes a moment to give the question some genuine thought. He yawns and stretches his long legs out in front of him, a bored look on his face that gives nothing away to what he might be thinking. Looking at him now, you'd think that they'd just finished watching a documentary on aquatic life or something equally as sleep inducing, rather than literal porn. Maybe he really is unaffected by this stuff, or maybe they just need to find what makes him tick.
“Eh, it was okay, I guess,” Satoru eventually answers. He runs a hand through his messy white hair and a few strands stick up at the top afterwards. Suguru has to resist the urge to reach out and fix it. “The camerawork could've been better and the guy's dick wasn't really that appetizing.”
“Appetizing?” Suguru quotes with a surprised laugh. “Is that really the word you meant to use there?”
“Yes,” Satoru confirms. His mouth spreads into a cocky grin as he explains, “I prefer big dicks, that's all. It doesn't have to be all that long, but like… thicker. Meatier. That kind of thing.”
Wow, Suguru thinks to himself. He already knew that Satoru was bold, but he didn't think that he was that bold.
Suguru likes it.
“Well, lucky for you, I'm fine with watching whatever you want to see next,” Suguru tells him. He leans forward to grab the laptop and places it on his knees, fingers ready to search for their next viewing experience. “You wanted to see two guys, right?”
“Actually,” Satoru interrupts, “I changed my mind. Show me the video that you were watching earlier.”
“Earlier?”
“Yeah, when I walked in on you.”
Oh.
Suguru immediately whips his head towards Satoru again, his eyes comically wide after hearing that specific request. Meanwhile, the expression on Satoru's face hasn't changed at all. He stares back at Suguru with that same teasing grin, an eagerness in his bright blue eyes that's hard to ignore.
All that Suguru can muster up in response is: “Why?”
Satoru only shrugs at first, but then he explains, “It must have been good, right? I mean, good enough for you to beat your meat to it. Show me what it was, I'm curious.”
Curious.
That seems to be his favorite word today. Suddenly embarrassed again by the events from before, Suguru turns his reddened face towards the laptop screen again, deciding that looking at Satoru is a horrible idea right now. He doesn't understand why Satoru just won't let it go. It's not like Suguru was watching anything extremely questionable, he was just… intrigued. Yes, intrigued by a certain piece of undergarments that his mind wouldn't stop thinking about.
That's all.
Maybe there's nothing to worry about, then. Hell, they're already sitting on Suguru’s bed and watching porn together, so why should he be embarrassed about one silly little video? Besides, who isn't turned on by sexy underwear? Abnormal people, that's who. Suguru has nothing to be ashamed about.
“Sure, I guess,” he finally says, giving in at last. Suguru clears his throat and quickly types in the same keywords as before, glad that Satoru still sits back against the wall instead of peeking over his shoulder. “I don't wanna hear any complaints, though. I did offer you the chance to watch something gay instead.”
“So? We'll watch it afterwards. I wanna see this one first. Did you find it yet? Hurry up.”
So demanding. He's lucky that Suguru has an ample amount of tolerance for bratty behavior.
Not even a minute later, the pair of floral patterned white panties appears on screen. Suguru subconsciously holds his breath and waits for certain similarities to be pointed out, but thankfully, it never happens. Satoru is quiet at first as he takes in the brutal fucking on screen, but then he reacts with a low whistle.
“Oh, now that's a nice dick,” he mutters, seemingly impressed by what he sees.
Suguru snorts and shakes his head. He chugs the remainder of his beer while keeping his eyes focused on the laptop screen, but he can't say that he's that impressed. The guy's dick is okay, maybe a tad larger than average but nothing too extreme. If anything, Suguru can easily tell that his own dick is bigger than the one they're watching. Thicker and much longer, too. He doesn't like to brag about it, but he's been told before that he has a really nice dick—his first girlfriend even called it intimidating. Suguru used to feel ashamed for his unusual girth, but he has learned to love and accept himself and his body.
“I like her panties.”
Surprised by the commentary, Suguru turns to look at Satoru again—and what a big mistake that was. Satoru is leaning forward now, his back no longer resting against the wall as he tries to get a closer look at the screen. Suguru had forgotten to place it right in the middle where it was before. Currently, it's positioned directly in front of him and now Satoru has to lean over into Suguru's space to see it properly. The sudden proximity as well as Satoru's big, curious eyes is startling. Suguru discreetly pushes the laptop a tad closer to the middle again.
“Oh, yeah?” he reacts, though it's significantly delayed. This time, Suguru attempts to glue his eyes to the screen. No matter what, he shouldn't look at Satoru. “They're different from the ones that you wear, though…”
Satoru hums, agreeing. “Yeah, but they're still really cute, even if they are a little plain. I wonder where she got them? Shit, but I already ordered new ones the other day.”
Ah. Suguru didn't need to know that. Like, at all. He knows that Satoru is mainly just mumbling to himself now, but still. Suguru would rather not know that Satoru bought more cutesy panties to add to his collection, panties that Suguru might never get to see because they still haven't gone back to doing their laundry together. Maybe Satoru will want to if Suguru asks. He hasn't brought it up again since the time that he accidentally offended Satoru, but that was before they'd reached an understanding. Things might be different now.
Suddenly, a soft giggle caresses Suguru's ear and he snaps back from his thoughts. He almost makes the mistake of turning his head again, but he stops himself at the last second and tries to stay focused.
“What's funny?”
“Nothing,” Satoru claims, but then he adds, “You just seem so concentrated right now. Is that the type of girl that you like, then? Not gonna lie, she's got a pretty pussy.”
Suguru grunts in response and tries to ignore the heat rising up the back of his neck. The room is starting to feel hot all of a sudden. He doesn't know why, but hearing Satoru say such vulgar things kind of bothers him. It doesn't necessarily annoy him, but it bothers him. He feels hot and bothered and he wonders if he shouldn't have had that third can of beer. Suguru doesn't even have a low tolerance for alcohol, though, so he's not sure what the problem is.
“I…” He pauses, shakes his head, then tries to ignore the heat pooling in his belly as well. “I don't know. I'm not that picky.”
“Mm, sure. That's what they all say,” Satoru teases.
Suguru doesn't tease him back. Not because he doesn't want to, but because he's unable to. Somehow, it's taking all of his efforts to remain focused on the porn video and not the warm body sitting next to him. Maybe Suguru is more inebriated than he originally believed himself to be. That's the only explanation that he can come up with for his mind to keep playing tricks on him like this. He just had a little too much to drink, that's all.
After the scene that Suguru had already watched earlier, the video cuts to the blue-eyed girl being eaten out while the guy with the okay-dick fingers her wet pussy, and oh, it's messy. Obscenely wet sounds pour from the laptop's speakers. At the same time, Suguru's cock twitches in his shorts. He was already hard before, but now he's aching and wishing that he could bury his cock deep into that tight, wet heat on the screen. It's been far too long. Suguru misses the feeling of it.
Without realizing it, his hand is already pressing into the front of his shorts to apply a bit of pressure. It feels good, but it would feel even better to be surrounded by a nice cunt or a hot mouth. Oh, well. This is the price that he pays for being too lazy to find someone to date.
“W-Wait, you're… gonna do that?”
Unable to stop himself this time, Suguru glances to the side where Satoru is still leaning close to the laptop, but now he's no longer paying any attention to the video. Instead, his pretty eyes are practically bulging from his skull as he stares down at where Suguru's hand is placed, that same hand that hasn't stopped rubbing against his groin. Not even for a second.
Ah, fuck it.
It's too late to turn back now.
Suguru responds with a lazy shrug. He states, “If you don't wanna see anything, then don't look.”
He elects to ignore the way that Satoru's jaw drops open, stunned, and instead focuses on the overwhelming desire building up in his lower belly. Suguru forces himself to stare at the screen again, even as his fingers fumble with the button of his shorts until his aching cock finally springs free.
That's better. So much better. Suguru doesn't waste any time. He curls his fist around his hard cock as the guy on screen thrusts into the blue-eyed girl's pretty cunt again. He's even rougher this time, one of his hands squeezed around the base of her throat and the mattress shaking violently with every thrust. The panties are absolutely ruined. Soaking wet from the amount of times that she's come already.
Meanwhile, on Suguru's bed, the opposite can be found. He pumps his cock at a steady pace and just a short distance away, Satoru sits there and watches him, completely frozen in place. To be fair, Suguru already told him not to look if he didn't want to, so it's not his fault if Satoru ends up grossed out or traumatized. He can always leave the room. This is Suguru's space, after all. Suguru can do whatever he pleases in his own bedroom.
Also, it's partially Satoru's fault that this is happening right now. He's the one who forgot his manners again and barged into Suguru's bedroom earlier. If not for him being naughty, Suguru would have been able to jerk off in peace. He would've had a nice orgasm to satisfy his cravings. Maybe the night wouldn't have transpired into them watching porn together on his bed, like the couple of degenerates that they are.
Well, in that case, maybe it's a good thing that Satoru walked in on him, then.
Speaking of Satoru, Suguru notices that not once has he glanced at the laptop again. Not since Suguru began touching himself. In fact, he does nothing to hide that he's staring either. Could it be that he actually wants to watch Suguru get off? Or, perhaps he's so unbelievably scandalized that he can't bring himself to look away. Who knows? Suguru doesn't. Suguru is entirely focused on the hot porn and not Satoru's eyes glued to his cock.
Nope. He's definitely not focused on that.
As the guy on screen groans and fills that pretty cunt with his warm cum, Suguru hums and squeezes his cock while increasing the speed of his fist. He's already so close, a combination of not being able to get off earlier and maybe also the fact that he's being watched. There's still a minute left in the video. It'll probably take Suguru half that time to reach his climax. The camera zooms in on the cum slowly leaking from the girl's used cunt, and then…
And then the laptop suddenly disappears as it falls from the mattress, pushed over the edge accidentally when Satoru readjusts his legs.
“Shit— I was just trying to— sorry.”
Satoru is quick to give up on the nonsensical rambling. His voice shakes in his throat as he speaks, giving away that he must be nervous or excited or both at the same time. After apologizing, he scrambles to the edge and leans over to grab the laptop (it shouldn't be damaged, anyway, thanks to the plush rug in front of Suguru's bed). Yet, his current position exposes his bottom beneath the oversized shirt, and Suguru's eyes widen substantially at what he sees.
An obvious wet spot stares back at him, all thanks to the pastel blue color of the panties and the thin material they must be made out of.
In other words, Satoru is wet.
“Oops…”
When Satoru sits upright again, he reveals the perfectly functioning laptop and the screen that asks if they want to play the video again. Suguru pays no attention to that. It's not important anymore. Actually, it never was.
In that moment, it feels like his deepest, most hidden desires suddenly arise to the surface and take over him.
“Let me see it.”
Satoru pauses, looking like a deer in headlights once more at the sound of Suguru's voice. His face is completely flushed, only visible in the bright light of the laptop that he still holds in his hands.
It's cute. He's cute.
Suguru has always thought that about him.
“See… see what?” Satoru questions. He then guesses that Suguru must be talking about the laptop, and he offers it immediately. “This?”
Suguru shakes his head. Without allowing himself to overthink—he's far too horny to think at all right now—he takes the laptop and shoves it to the side. Once that useless device is out of the way, Suguru puts a hand on Satoru's thigh and the skin against his palm is warm, soft. He likes it a lot. Satoru flinches at the sudden skin contact, but he doesn't push Suguru's hand away and he doesn't try to escape, either. He stays completely still as Suguru leans forward and pushes the other leg in the opposite direction.
“S-Suguru? What are you…”
Satoru never finishes that sentence. Suguru stares down at the cute pair of panties peeking out from between Satoru's milky thighs, the small wet spot still visible from this current angle. These are the same panties from earlier, the pastel blue ones with the adorable bunny-dog pictured on the front and the usual lace decoration along the trim. They certainly do look comfy, a perfect fit for Satoru's perfect frame.
“You're wet,” Suguru says, pointing out the obvious. He licks his dry lips and continues speaking while he still feels brave enough. “And you were watching me the whole time… I turned you on, didn't I? It was me, not the video.”
For a moment, all that Satoru does is stare back into his dark eyes filled with pure lust and want. Satoru gives in first when he looks away, clearly embarrassed by the truth.
“It… it wasn't you,” Satoru mumbles quietly. Suguru is about to call him out on his bullshit, but then he adds, “It was your stupid dick… it's nice, I guess.”
Right. Of course it was that, specifically. Suguru's grin is a prideful one. He can't help it; he loves being proven right. Luckily for Satoru, his kind-hearted and selfless roommate just so happens to be in a very giving mood.
Suguru licks his lips again, says, “Let me help you with that.”
“Um.” Satoru's big pupils frantically look from side to side, trying desperately not to peer into the ones before him. He inhales sharply and replies, “Okay?”
***
Suguru loves eating pussy.
He thinks that he loves Satoru's reaction to being eaten out even more, though.
After only a minute, Satoru is writhing around so uncontrollably that Suguru is forced to hold him down on the mattress. Suguru’s strong hands dig into the undersides of Satoru's plush thighs, his bony knees all the way up to his chest and his toes curled up from endless pleasure. Suguru hasn't even gotten rid of the panties yet. He teases Satoru through the panties instead, the tip of his tongue circling Satoru's clit just to drive him insane. He breathes heavily against the wet fabric, the air hot and teasing.
His cunt must have been throbbing like crazy while he watched Suguru jerking off to that video. It's obvious from how wet he is right now. Suguru wants to taste it. He leans up for only a moment to shake his long hair out of his face, yet the absence of his tongue still has Satoru shamelessly whining for more.
“You're so bossy,” Suguru teases. He takes his sweet time pulling the panties to the side so that it's out of his way, revealing a tuft of white hair and beautiful wet folds. Satoru is so pink. It's almost too enchanting. While Suguru admires the area, Satoru continues squirming. He teases again, “You really want my tongue that badly, huh? Cute.”
“Shut up, you—ah! Oh, fuck…”
Satoru's complaint is interrupted by his own surprised gasp at the first swipe of Suguru's hot tongue against his cunt. If not for the hands still firmly holding him down, he would have jumped from the mattress. Suguru chuckles at his dramatic reaction. He's so damn sensitive. Ruining him like this is going to be tons of fun.
Without wasting any time, Suguru sucks on the clit and enjoys the lovely moans coming from above. Somehow, Satoru sounds so much better than the pornstars they had just watched, even though his moans are deeper than theirs had been. But there's something so raw about the sound of his voice, so sexy and enticing that Suguru can't help grinding down against the mattress a little as he licks Satoru's warm, wet pussy.
“Honestly, Satoru…” Suguru licks one final stripe before lifting his head again to take in the expression on Satoru's flushed face. His eyes are blown wide as he stares down at Suguru resting in between his quivering thighs. He looks like he's seconds from losing it. Suguru smiles, his mouth wet and shining. “Your pussy is even prettier than that girl from the video. Did you know that?”
He immediately goes back to diligently sucking on Satoru's pretty clit. Above him, Satoru gives up on trying to watch, his head dropping back down to the pillow as he whines and mutters something entirely incoherent.
“Hm? Did you say something?” Suguru asks the question at the same time that he introduces two of his fingers to Satoru's wet hole. He teases it first, flicking his fingers from side to side before inserting both of them at the same time. He knows Satoru can take it, there's no reason to hold back. He asks, “Feels good, right? My fingers inside you.”
“So good,” Satoru gasps. He's twice as overwhelmed now with Suguru's tongue licking his cunt and those fingers fucking him mercilessly. Satoru's hands find their way into Suguru's thick hair and he clings on to him for dear life, his body trembling uncontrollably now. “S… Sugu… hah, wait, wait, it's… t-too much, I feel weird… I'm—”
“Close?” Suguru asks, even though he knows he must be. He can practically taste it. Suguru does the opposite of waiting, he needs Satoru to come on his tongue and he needs it now. His fingers fuck Satoru at a faster pace and it's all so wet, it's dripping down Suguru's chin. He fucking loves it. “Gonna come for me now, hm? Do it. Come right here on my fingers… come, Satoru.”
Satoru comes.
He doesn't just come on Suguru's fingers or his tongue, though. He comes all over Suguru's face, unexpectedly squirting from his used cunt as he cries out and thrashes against the mattress. His fingers clench and tug Suguru's hair so tightly that it hurts. It hurts so good and when Satoru releases him at last, going totally limp on the bed with his chest still rising and falling rapidly, Suguru can't take it anymore.
“Fuck,” he curses. Suguru rises to his knees and immediately grabs his neglected cock, his balls aching from the lack of release. He strokes himself hard and fast, his eyes never leaving the sight of a soaking wet cunt and that blissful, fucked out face. He repeats, “Fuck, you're so damn hot. Holy shit.”
Suguru comes almost instantly. His other hand tightly grips Satoru's plush thigh as he does so, his cum shooting out to paint those inner thighs, the outside of his pussy, and the wet panties that are still shoved to the side.
It's beautiful, all of it.
He's beautiful.
***
Suguru is sort of mortified.
Clarity doesn't return to him until the two of them are sat in an empty corner of a local ramen shop down the street from their apartment. He never did get a chance to cook dinner for them, too excited to show Satoru the wonders of pornography. Naturally, Satoru began complaining about his empty stomach from the moment that he recovered from his incredibly intense orgasm. He whined and whined until Suguru promised to take him out for a meal as an apology for “starving” him.
Perhaps the weirdest part is that the atmosphere between them isn't even that awkward. Like, they're supposed to be guy-friend-roommates with a completely normal and mundane relationship, yet Suguru ate Satoru's pussy until the guy squirted on his face and now they're just… eating ramen?
This is part of the reason for Suguru being so mortified. He feels like it should be awkward or weird between them after what just went down, especially since Suguru has never hooked up with a guy before. A guy who just so happens to have a pussy, too. And they're roommates. It's definitely a complicated situation with plenty of layers to unpack for sure.
In contrast, Satoru doesn't appear to be stressed or worried at all. He sits across the table with his chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other, happily shoveling noodles and broth into his big mouth like he hasn't eaten in days. He's practically glowing. Suguru is just glad that no one else is sitting near them, because Satoru keeps moaning with every bite and he occasionally performs a happy dance in his seat after a particularly tasty bite.
It's ridiculous.
He's ridiculous.
“Why aren't you eating?” Satoru asks with a mouthful of noodles. He chews a few times before swallowing it down, his eyes staring at Suguru's bowl that has hardly been touched. “You don't like it? I thought that one was your favorite. Wanna order something else?”
Suguru quickly shakes his head. The spicy tonkotsu ramen is his favorite and it's the same one that he orders every time they come here. He doesn't want to bother the service staff with his odd mood, so he picks up his chopsticks and feigns interest in the bowl placed in front of him.
“I want vanilla pudding from FamilyMart after this,” Satoru announces afterwards. “We're stopping by on the way home, okay?”
Right. Because Satoru always needs dessert.
Though Suguru shakes his head, the fond grin that spreads over his face shows his true feelings. He ends up agreeing with a simple, “Okay.”
Suguru's stomach responds with an angry growl right then. He blushes even though Satoru isn't paying much attention to him anymore, too focused on his own bowl of ramen. Suguru follows his example and eagerly digs in to the food. It tastes absolutely divine. Much more fulfilling than the hamburger steak he had planned to cook for them tonight.
Well, he supposes that he can make that tomorrow.
“So, that definitely wasn't your first time eating pussy.”
Suguru accidentally inhales a bit of the broth, causing him to cough harshly as his body rejects it. He reaches for the glass of water nearby and sips from it while Satoru, the cheeky bastard, grins at him from across the table. Once Suguru is able to properly breathe again, he wears a frown of disapproval.
“Did you have to say that out loud?” he groans, irritated. Suguru takes a moment to glance around the room, relieved to see that they're still quite a distance away from the few other patrons. He gives his attention to Satoru again. “But no, it wasn't.”
“I figured,” Satoru replies. He slurps another spoonful of broth before admitting, “It was my first time experiencing something like that. Being eaten out, I mean. Man, that was crazy.”
Suguru pauses, his chopsticks in midair on the way to his mouth. The fact that Satoru can talk about their sexual escapades so casually is one thing, but learning that it was his first time receiving oral sex is another thing entirely.
“You're not serious… wait. Are you for real?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“But…” Suguru stares at him in disbelief. He remembers Satoru's words from before, prompting him to ask, “What about your boyfriends, though? You mean to tell me that none of your exes ever ate you out? Not even once?”
Satoru softly shakes his head. Now, he keeps his gaze focused on his mostly-empty bowl, no longer able to look into Suguru's eyes as he speaks.
“Well, actually… there's no plural. Like, I've only ever had one boyfriend and no, he didn't do that. Oh, but I'm not a virgin! So, don't you dare think that I am.”
Suguru rolls his eyes. “I already knew that, remember? Also, keep your voice down…”
“Anyway,” Satoru continues, “We had sex a few times, but I wasn't really that into it, I guess… especially the first time. It hurt like a bitch. It wasn't his fault, though. I've never cared about sex the same way that other people seem to. But for some reason, tonight was kind of… different. Especially that thing that happened at the end.”
Suguru frowns, confused. “Thing? What thing?”
“That thing… you know.” Now, Satoru wears a bashful grin as he plays with his food, swishing the silver spoon back and forth in the warm broth that he hasn't consumed yet. Since Suguru still doesn't get it, he attempts to elaborate. “When I did that and… it was really, really intense. Like a fucking explosion.”
When it finally clicks in Suguru's mind, he can't help chuckling at the romanticized description.
“You mean when you had an orgasm?” he guesses.
Satoru quickly nods. “Yeah! It's never happened to me before, so I was really shocked…”
This time, Suguru drops his utensils into the bowl, twice as shocked as before. He can't believe his ears right now. Mostly, he doesn't know how Satoru can reveal so many sad, pitiful details about his sex life with such an innocent expression on his face as if any of this is normal. In reality, it's probably one of the most depressing things that Suguru has ever heard in his life.
“No way.”
“What?”
“You… that was your first orgasm? Like, your very first one? Ever? In your entire life?”
“Yes…?” Satoru confirms, but now he's staring at Suguru like he's the one who's being weird. “I know that some people get them and some people don't. I always figured that I was just one of those people who didn't.”
“Huh? No, that's… not how it works at all.” Suguru shakes his head and mentally curses whoever failed to properly educate this guy about all things sex related. It's kind of alarming. Suguru feels so bad for him now. Maybe it's not too late, Satoru is still his pupil and Suguru can definitely fix this. “Listen to me. If your boyfriend couldn't make you come, then that's just a skill issue. Also, you've never tried doing it to yourself, either?”
Satoru stares back at him with wide eyes, probably shocked by the sudden passion and seriousness in Suguru's tone and mannerisms. At the question, he eventually shakes his head.
“No, ‘cause I don't watch porn. I already told you that.”
Suguru resists the urge to rip his own hair out in frustration.
“Satoru. You don't need porn to masturbate… it's not a necessity. You can just use your imagination.”
“Okay?” Satoru blinks at him and it feels like they're speaking two entirely different languages. He asks, “What would I even think about, though?”
“I don't know? Anything that turns you on, or… some type of fantasy that you have. You have to decide those things yourself.” Another thought comes to mind and Suguru doesn't think twice about voicing it. “Didn't you mention liking larger dicks? You can think about mine, if you want.”
Without warning, a shoe greets his shin beneath the table. Appalled by the unwarranted attack, Suguru tries kicking him back, but Satoru anticipates the counterattack and easily dodges it. They go back and forth like this a few times before a server suddenly interrupts them to ask if they'd like more ice water. Suguru shakes his head and thanks them while Satoru tries hard not to burst into a fit of giggles.
“I was trying to be nice to you,” Suguru explains when they're alone again. He's fully aware that his arrogance is showing, but he doesn't care in the slightest. “I mean, you said it yourself. I have a nice dick, right? So, you're welcome.”
“Screw you. It should be the other way around,” Satoru argues. He folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair, his mouth curving into an incredibly smug grin. “You said that I have a pretty pussy, even better than that pornstar's. Remember? I remember.”
Checkmate.
That's probably what Satoru is thinking right now.
Suguru covers his face with a hand, sighing. He can't even argue back when Satoru is right and Suguru really did say something like that in a moment of extreme horniness. To be fair, he was also just stating a fact. Satoru is merely the definition of “pretty boy” from head to toe, and yes, that includes his pussy. Suguru shouldn't be teased for simply stating facts of life.
For now, he lowers his hand and tries to get them back on topic.
“Anyway… don't take any of that too seriously. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do, including getting yourself off.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Satoru leans forward and starts to play around with the spoon again. Neither of them say anything else and it's peaceful for a short time, but he inevitably ends that peaceful silence when he speaks up while keeping his head down. “What if I want to, though? What if… I wanted you to teach me?”
Suguru's brows rise high on his forehead, stunned. Satoru can't be asking what Suguru thinks he's asking. Right? There's just no way—or maybe there is, because when Satoru finally lifts his head to take in Suguru's reaction, the deepest blush marks his cheeks. He's unable to make proper eye contact anymore and it seems like he's only forcing himself to look in Suguru's direction, or he'll run away otherwise.
Truth be told, Suguru's heart jumps in excitement at the possibility of doing that again. He doesn't know what comes over him at this moment, when he licks his lips and opens his mouth to respond.
“That's fine,” Suguru ultimately decides. He ignores the teeny tiny voice in his mind that tells him it isn't fine and he's in way over his head. His mouth forms a knowing smile when he concludes, “I guess I wouldn't mind showing you the way again.”
When Satoru instantly smiles back at him, all shining teeth and childish excitement, Suguru knows that he's a goner.
***
Everything is exactly the same, except for the things that aren't.
Most days, Suguru still comes home to Satoru waiting for him on the sofa. They still take turns making dinner for each other, they play video games together when they're not drowning in too many assignments, and Friday movie nights haven't changed at all. The only real difference is that some nights, they also get each other off.
It's been happening quite often since the very first time that they did this together. In fact, it's more surprising when they don't do it. Suguru reasons that they shouldn't make it an everyday thing, anyway. He explains that getting off feels even better when you haven't done it in a little while. It builds up the anticipation, the craving for that sweet release and it's really intense when it finally does happen. So, even though Satoru pouts over not getting his pussy eaten out every single night, he no longer complains when Suguru's theory is proven correct just two days later.
Satoru is always incredibly enthusiastic each time that they do anything. Sometimes he'll sit in Suguru's lap with his back against Suguru's chest and his head resting back on Suguru's shoulder, his body shaking against his will because Suguru has a hand shoved down into his panties, finger-fucking him and playing with his clit. Satoru never lasts long when they do it this way. Sometimes a random porn video is playing on the laptop in front of them, and sometimes they don't include porn at all. It's never necessary, though, and they eventually stop including the porn altogether.
In reality, Satoru is so much sexier than anything Suguru would be able to find on the world wide web, anyway. He firmly believes it. After the sixth or seventh time that he tongue fucks Satoru to completion, Satoru announces that he wants Suguru to teach him how to suck dick.
“It’s a lot of work,” Satoru complains out loud after making the request. “Like, I see why it's called a blow job. I did it on my ex once, but not for that long and I couldn't tell if he was into it or not.”
Suguru is nodding as he listens to his roommate's concerns, but honestly, what guy wouldn't enjoy having his dick sucked? Especially by a mouth like that. But by the end of their conversation, Suguru isn't quite sure what to say. He's never sucked a dick before, after all. How is he meant to teach Satoru how to do it? He can't exactly use his expertise for this particular scenario.
In the end, Suguru encourages him to just do whatever feels right to him. Suguru will gladly provide feedback with Satoru's mouth wrapped around his cock. Then, maybe Satoru will be able to feel more confident in his cocksucking abilities.
So, they try it out.
Satoru spends most of the time suckling on the tip with his cheeks sucked in and his tongue awkwardly pressed against the slit. Every bit of movement is uncoordinated and hesitant. It's not… the best thing that Suguru has ever felt against his dick, but somehow it's still enough to drive him a little bit crazy. Just having Satoru crouched down on his bony knees with his head between Suguru's legs is more than enough. It's like the most perfect POV video come to life.
What makes it even better is that Satoru watches him the entire time, craving his approval. Suguru stares down into those pretty ocean eyes and mutters every praise in the dictionary, until he's coming all of a sudden and filling Satoru's hot mouth with his seed. Satoru moans beautifully and keeps his mouth there like the obedient boy that he is, but he squirms because he's got his own fingers shoved into his pussy and he's still learning how to get himself off as efficiently as Suguru does.
His efforts are adorable, though. Suguru rewards him for the simplistic blowjob by sucking on his clit, just like always.
Basically, this dynamic that they've established together is convenient for both of them. Satoru likes dick and Suguru likes pussy. It really is as simple as that. Hooking up with each other once in a while to satisfy their needs is easy, stress-free, and doesn't require nearly as much effort as getting to know a stranger does. They already know each other and over the past few weeks, they've been able to explore each other, too.
This dynamic works really well for them.
Suguru firmly believes it.
***
“Wow, Suguru. You really suck at this.”
Suguru grunts in response to the insult, but he's too concentrated on playing the video game in his hands to think of a comeback. Stardew Valley is not the relaxing, good-vibes game that Satoru had claimed it to be, because why is Suguru currently being chased around a dark cave by bats, slimes, and other monsters that want to harm his character? Part of him thinks Satoru threw him into this situation on purpose. Suguru hasn't even learned all of the controls yet, he's only playing because Satoru shoved the game into his hands and said, “do this for me.”
These days, Suguru never tells him no.
“Fuck. Those things are chasing me again, which way should I go?”
“Left!” Satoru instructs him.
Suguru turns left and runs into a dead end. The monsters surround him before he can manage to escape and the character goes unconscious as he loses.
From over his shoulder, Satoru mutters, “Oops… I guess going down the right pathway would've been better. My bad.”
Suguru turns his head to glare at the face only centimeters from his own. Satoru just smiles at him. It takes all of Suguru's willpower not to laugh, but he eventually gives in, unable to keep a straight face or pretend to be upset any longer. It can't be helped. Satoru always has that effect on him.
“Never make me play this again.” Following those words, Suguru hands the gaming device over to rid himself of the unnecessary stress. “Go back to your little farm area and show me the rest of it. That was way more fun than… whatever the fuck I just did.”
“The caves are fun, though!” Satoru insists. He's still grinning like a jerk as he slouches down in the plastic chair to lean his head on Suguru's shoulder. “But fine, we'll go back to the farm. Once you get better at the game, I'll let you try out exploring the caves again. Honestly, you should just get your own copy of the game so that we can take care of the farm together. It's tons of fun, I swear.”
Suguru's chest swells with warmth as he listens to Satoru ramble on and on about the video game. This is what he's been so obsessed with lately. No matter the time of day or day of the week, Satoru can be found lazing around the apartment with his Nintendo Switch clutched in his hands. It's only been a week or so since he discovered the game, but he's already got countless hours poured into it and Suguru wonders when he finds time to sleep.
Luckily for him, summer break is just around the corner. Tomorrow is actually the start of their last week of classes, and then they'll finally be set free at last. Suguru wants to get as many chores done around the apartment as possible, since they still have the energy for it right now. Once vacation hits, he doesn't want to spend a single minute of it cleaning up. He wants to relax, take naps, and hang out with his friends who he hasn't been able to spend time with in weeks.
This is what brings them to the laundromat at almost one in the morning. After spending the day studying for exams, doing miscellaneous chores around the house, and then going out to eat BBQ for dinner with Satoru, Suguru comes home and impulsively decides to do the laundry while he's still too energetic to sleep. Naturally, Satoru decides to come with. It's not like he has anything better to do.
Recently, they've gone back to doing their laundry together. It just kind of happens one day, after Suguru makes a big mess of Satoru's panties as a result of multiple orgasms. Satoru complains to him about it, claiming that he's all out of clean panties now because Suguru always insists that he keeps them on when they mess around. It's not Suguru's fault that Satoru is a squirter. Well, it’s partially his fault since he's the one who causes it, but still. Satoru should be thanking him for his services, if anything.
In any case, Satoru demands that Suguru take responsibility and wash his laundry for him, so Suguru does exactly that without a single complaint. It immediately becomes their new routine, but unlike before, Satoru always joins him at the laundromat now. He usually just sits there and chats or plays his video games without helping out at all—not that Suguru minds it. He likes the company and he also likes being responsible for their shared laundry. It makes him feel good and useful.
A little song begins to play as the dryer machine comes to a stop. Suguru is surprised by how quickly this little trip to the laundromat took them, but time always seems to fly by whenever he's with Satoru. Since Satoru is still resting against his shoulder, Suguru places a hand on his thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“Clothes are done, Satoru. You getting sleepy yet?”
Satoru shakes his head while a yawn escapes him at the same time, ironically. He still answers, “Nah, I'm good. I gotta plant these new crops before the day is over.”
Suguru snorts, too amused by the level of dedication that Satoru continues to put into a mere video game. At least he lifts his head, allowing Suguru to stand from the chair so that he can retrieve their clothing from the machine. He'll try to gather them quickly. He doesn't want Satoru to get too sleepy and fall asleep here. Suguru won't be able to carry both Satoru and the laundry back to the apartment.
Unfortunately, some of their clothing is still partially damp. Suguru clicks his tongue, a little irritated. He still has a hard time when it comes to drying their things. He's paranoid about causing the clothes to shrink from the temperature being too high, but he also doesn't want them to end up damp like this either. Ever since washing his laundry with Satoru's again, the load has obviously doubled and Suguru always has to guess how long to set the dryer for. Sometimes, he just barely misses the mark.
Another fifteen minutes should be enough. Suguru is sure of it this time. For now, he removes some of the items that feel completely dry and places them in the laundry basket. Once that's been taken care of, he shuts the door to the machine and inserts a few coins, starting it with a press of a button.
“I lied. Fifteen more minutes,” Suguru announces.
Satoru only hums, still slouched over in the chair and entirely focused on his farming game. Well, it's better than him whining that all of this is taking too long.
Suguru turns towards the basket again, deciding that he'll fold the clothes that are dry just to give himself something to do. However, he gets distracted by the piece that lies on the very top, a pair of black panties with little red strawberries printed on them. Suguru picks them up to examine them closer. He's never seen these before, which is odd because Suguru figures he's seen all of Satoru's panties by now.
For instance, he knows that Satoru's favorite pair are the blue ones with that bunny-dog decorating the front. In fact, Satoru has three different panties with that same character on either the front or the back. He also really likes the panties with the Digimon characters all around it, but he doesn't wear those as often, says he would prefer if they had frills or bows to make it more cutesy.
Strawberries, though? That's different. It also lacks the usual frills and bows, but the lace trim is still there.
“Woah, look at that panty-sniffer!”
Suguru turns his head so fast that he nearly gets whiplash. No one else is here. Just Satoru. As it turns out, he purposely used a high-pitched tone to try imitating a woman's voice, because he does it again right afterwards with the most devious grin on his stupid face.
“What a pervert! So shameless…”
Suguru wants to smack him. “Shut the fuck up, I didn't bring them anywhere near my nose. I'm just looking at them, that's all.”
“Hello? Officer? Yes, there's a strange man here who says he wants to look at my panties. Should I let him, or…?”
While Satoru pretends to talk on his phone, Suguru rolls his eyes and flips the other boy off.
“God. I hate you.” Suguru takes the panties and starts to fold them, but then he gets too curious and figures that he has nothing to lose. Satoru is already joking about them, anyway. “When did you get these? I haven't seen them before now.”
Instead of simply answering the question like a normal person, Satoru hops up from the chair and steps towards him, abandoning the gaming device behind. He's still grinning wickedly and whatever it is that he's up to, it definitely won't be good.
“Why?” Satoru asks, a playful lilt to his tone as he leans into Suguru's personal space. His eyes drop down to the panties still held tightly in Suguru's hands. “Do you like them?”
Suguru feels a bit nervous all of a sudden, and that's just silly. What reason does he have to be nervous? He hasn't done anything wrong and it's just Satoru. Satoru’s presence is familiar, comfortable, and enticing as always. His bats his long, snow-white lashes when he looks up again. Suguru knows how to play this game very well.
“Well, they're not bad,” Suguru finally answers, feigning indifference. He can see it in Satoru's eyes that he instantly falls for the act. It's almost too easy. “They're not your usual style, though. Trying to branch out or something?”
Satoru nods. “A little, yeah… I still prefer the pastels and the bows, but I thought that these were kind of sexy. Don't you think so?”
Suguru hums and makes a show out of examining the panties again. He holds the underwear up in the air between the two of them, stretching the material as far as it will go. He can tell by the quality of it that they're durable, Satoru probably had to spend a little bit more on these panties in comparison to what he normally wears. The arrogant part of Suguru's mind wonders if Satoru bought these specifically to show off for him.
No, no. That can't be it.
“Maybe,” Suguru replies at last. He holds the panties out for Satoru to take, grinning when he adds, “I'd have to see you wear them first.”
Checkmate, Suguru thinks.
Satoru doesn't give in so easily, though. He mirrors the cheeky grin on Suguru's face with his own, takes the panties from him, and drops them into the basket once more. Suguru anxiously waits for what he will say next. Satoru doesn't keep him waiting long.
“I guess I can wear them for you sometime,” Satoru says, deciding to fight fire with fire. He isn't finished attacking, though. Far from it. He turns to the side as if preparing to walk away, then he adds as an afterthought, “Oh, but they're nothing compared to what I'm wearing right now.”
Ah.
What a little tease.
Satoru barely takes a single step before Suguru grabs hold of his wrist, keeping the brat in place. Honestly, Suguru's arm moved before he could even think about it, like a natural reflex to keep Satoru close to him no matter what. Either way, Satoru doesn't try to escape. He stays right where he is, bright eyes staring back at Suguru and trying to appear innocent.
Gojo Satoru is anything but innocent.
Suguru knows this. He's the one who corrupted Satoru in the first place.
He asks calmly, “Where are you walking off to? C'mere and show me what you're talking about.”
“Hm? Show you what?”
Satoru tilts his head to the side, still playing the role of the clueless one. Even so, his smile widens. He knows that he has Suguru completely wrapped around his finger. He has the power to toy with Suguru all that he wants to, and it's a power that rests at the front of his tight jeans.
It doesn't mean that Suguru doesn't have his own means of getting his way.
“Satoru.” When his name rolls off from Suguru's tongue, it sounds much more like a warning. Suguru is being patient right now, but it doesn't mean that his patience isn't wearing thin. Satoru's first mistake was making Suguru repeat himself. “I said, show me your panties.”
“Oh… wow. You're really serious,” Satoru mutters. He tries to play off his shock with a laugh that sounds a little too fake. He seems to realize it, too, so he stops and asks, “Right here? In the laundromat?”
“Why not?” Suguru glances around at the empty space before his eyes land on Satoru again. “I don't see anyone else here. No cameras, either. I've checked.”
“Wow,” Satoru repeats. “You really are a pervert.”
That last statement comes out sounding like he's thoroughly impressed rather than trying to tease. And, well, maybe he's right about that. No, he's definitely right. On this day, Suguru will proudly accept the title of pervert. If it makes him a pervert to be addicted to his roommate in panties, then a pervert is exactly what Suguru is and he is not ashamed of that.
He won't admit it out loud, though. Instead, he'll focus on what's most important right now.
“So? You gonna show me or what?”
“Hmm…” Satoru takes a moment to consider his options, not that he has very many. Really, he's just prolonging the inevitable. Suguru already knows what he will choose. Satoru finally speaks up a few seconds later, proving him right. “Sure. I guess I could show you, as long as you give me something in return.”
You see, when it all comes down to it, Satoru is just as much of a pervert. Just this once (and because he also knows what Satoru expects from him), Suguru will negotiate with him. It's much more entertaining this way, so why not?
“Alright,” Suguru agrees. “Now, show me your panties.”
The lovely sound of Satoru's laughter puts an end to that intense moment of rivalry, and even Suguru can't keep a straight face for much longer. He wasn't even trying to be funny. It's just that Satoru is building this up to be some sort of grand reveal and Suguru can't take it anymore. The curiosity is killing him.
Finally, Satoru steps towards him until they're standing so close that Suguru can feel the heat radiating from his body. Satoru's hands are placed at the front of his jeans. He maintains eye contact with Suguru the entire time as he unbuttons his pants, pulls down the zipper, and shimmies them down his hips to reveal his big surprise.
Suguru gives in first, breaking eye contact to eagerly take in the sight of Satoru's panties. In order to do that, since they're standing so close now, Suguru doesn't hesitate to drop to his knees. The hard tile flooring of the laundromat digs into his bones and he ignores it, too distracted by the sight right in front of his face.
Tonight, Satoru is wearing a thong.
Composed of pastel blue lace and beautiful embroidery, the thong frames Satoru's perfect hips and reveals so much more skin than his usual panties do. As always, there's the adorable bow on the front, but this one is much bigger and it feels like Suguru is staring at a Christmas gift. It makes sense. Satoru's pussy is the greatest gift a man could ever ask for.
The main takeaway from his big reveal is that this is sexy underwear. Not cute. There are cute elements to it, such as the big pretty bow on the front, but the shape of the thong and how little it covers is undeniably sexy. Satoru was right. The strawberry panties can't compare.
“So? Like what you see?” Satoru teases. Though he tries to sound nonchalant, the nervous excitement in his tone can't be hidden, “Now, I want my end of the bargain—eek!”
His surprised squeak is a result Suguru suddenly shoving his face into Satoru’s groin. He just can't help himself, now that he's seen the glorious gift that awaits his care and attention. Suguru hums as he drags his nose down from the pubis to the center of that perfect pussy, right where the heat gathers most. Suguru inhales deeply, a feral desire pooling at the center of his gut. Maybe he really is a pervert and a panty-sniffer.
Oh, well.
“Y’know, I'm really surprised you were able to keep this a secret from me all evening,” Suguru murmurs. He grips the back of Satoru's thighs and clings to him like that, then he lifts his head for a brief moment to look at Satoru's face again. “Did you plan this from the beginning? Be honest.”
Satoru is already quivering where he stands. He shakes his head at first, but then it turns into a nod and that's not really an answer, but thankfully, he hasn't gone nonverbal yet and he explains himself.
“I… was maybe hoping that we'd do that tonight?” he shyly admits, looking off to the side now. “But then you just had to go and spontaneously do laundry. Like, what the fuck was that all about? It's the middle of the night, too. I had planned to sneak into your bedroom and… man, you ruined it.”
Suguru chuckles with his face still pressed to Satoru's groin and it worsens the shaking problem that Satoru is currently dealing with. Doesn't matter, Suguru will hold on to him and keep him upright, because Suguru has a job to do now. It's a job that only he can do, so he'll make sure that it's worthwhile.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your plans,” Suguru murmurs softly. He nuzzles the outside of that sexy thong and activates the best pair of puppy eyes that he can manage. “Think you'll be able to forgive me?”
Above, Satoru exhales a long, shaky breath. He doesn't take his eyes off Suguru, hypnotized by the sight of him down on his knees. Suguru has a feeling that he could ask for anything in this moment and Satoru would easily give it to him.
In response to the question, Satoru mumbles, “Maybe… I mean, I guess.”
Well, that's no good. Suguru knows a great way to convince him, though. He mouths at Satoru's warm cunt through the thin lace material of the thong, which probably feels like there's nothing there at all. Suguru assumes this to be the case, since Satoru gasps and instantly tangles his fingers in Suguru's hair. It's his favorite thing to do whenever Suguru goes down on him, his only method of keeping himself grounded.
“I'll make it up to you now,” Suguru promises. Using his teeth, he gently pulls the thong to the side before continuing. “Hold still, okay?”
Satoru does not hold still. Not at all. He's physically unable to once Suguru's tongue spreads his folds and traces his cunt from top to bottom. He always gets like this whenever Suguru eats him out, always loses his mind and becomes completely useless. This is why they've never been successful with the sixty-nine position. Satoru always gets overwhelmed by Suguru's tongue and can't fulfill his end of the deal, completely neglecting Suguru's cock in the process.
Whatever, though. Suguru still loves going down on him regardless. He loves tasting him, loves all the hot sounds that Satoru makes, loves how shaky he gets, loves the feeling of Satoru's hands in his hair, loves… everything, really. Suguru genuinely loves this.
Satoru's knees almost give out when Suguru adds his fingers into the mix. Hoping to avoid any accidents, Suguru stands up again, ignoring the ache of his knees and Satoru's needy whines. Instead of shushing him, Suguru picks him up by his thighs and sets him down on top of the vibrating dryer machine. Satoru gasps at the sudden change in position and the vibrations against his bottom. It must feel even better than expected, because his eyes roll back in his head and he grinds his hips down even before Suguru starts fingering his wet pussy again.
“Are you seriously using the dryer as a vibrator?” Suguru asks, shocked and offended that his fingers apparently aren't enough. He's mostly just amused, though. He teases, “So greedy. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Fuck off,” Satoru curses, but his irritation quickly transforms back into pure ecstasy when Suguru's fingers press deep inside him. “There, r-right there! Oh, fuck… don't stop.”
“Hm, I don't get it.” Suguru suddenly retracts his fingers until only the tips of them remain buried in Satoru's hole. He whines desperately at the loss of contact. Suguru asks, “Do you want me to fuck off or should I keep going? It's one or the other, Satoru. Take your pick.”
Suguru is fully aware that he's being downright villainous at the moment, but how can he resist when it's just so fun? He likes watching the way that Satoru freaks out over not being filled by Suguru's fingers, as if those fingers are the only things keeping him alive right now. It's ridiculous, entertaining, and it turns Suguru on even more.
“What do you want from me, Satoru?” Suguru repeats the question when Satoru doesn't give a coherent answer the first time. He leans forward and gently nips Satoru's earlobe, whispering to him, “I'll give you anything, so tell me what to do…”
“Fuck me,” Satoru answers hardly a second later. He's breathing heavily and he sounds so desperate when he begs again, “Just… just fuck me already, I need your cock. Please, Suguru…”
Suguru freezes. Freezing up is the exact opposite of what Satoru asks for, but how else is he supposed to react to such a request? A demand. After all, they've never done that before. They've touched each other in countless ways and he eats Satoru out like it's a hobby, but that's it. It's all that they've ever done.
But Satoru wants more.
He wants Suguru inside him.
That's kind of…
“Oh,” Suguru finally reacts, still unsure of what to say or do at this point. He's been caught off-guard, his mind feels blank. He ends up saying the first thing he can think of. “I don't even… have a condom with me.”
“So? It's fine.” Suddenly impatient, Satoru hops off the dryer machine and spins himself around, bending over it instead. He sticks his ass out and reaches behind himself, tugging the thong to the side again when it tries to cover his exposed cunt. “You can just pull out, right? Hurry, I need it.”
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
In what universe would Suguru ever be able to resist the sight of Gojo Satoru presenting himself and begging to be fucked?
No, in what universe would Suguru ever get a chance like this again?
Who knows? Suguru lives in this universe, not any of those other ones. In this universe, his stupidly horny brain and hard cock make all the decisions for him and Suguru can only follow orders. This is why he throws caution out the window and ignores the feeling in his gut that knows he definitely can't come back from this. That feeling is soon replaced by pure lust and undeniable greed, as well as the feral desire to take what should already belong to him.
Suguru is only human, you know.
“Okay,” he rasps, voice laced with that same lust that fills his belly and his darkened eyes. Suguru races to unbutton his shorts and free his heavy cock so that he won't need to keep Satoru waiting any longer. He lines himself up with that perfect hole and repeats, “Okay, alright… I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, then. I hope that's okay.”
It sounds like Satoru starts to say something else, but it turns into a deep, guttural moan as Suguru enters his body. He starts to squirm as it happens, but he can't get far with Suguru's strong hands gripping his hips and his body pinning Satoru against the dryer machine. Suguru bottoms out in no time. It's a tight fit, but Satoru's wet cunt accommodates the girth and length of that cock as if welcoming him home.
Ah. It's too overwhelming. Suguru allows his head to fall forward onto Satoru's trembling shoulder, his chest heaving with every harsh breath. It’s been too long since he was last inside of anyone. Far too long. Suguru has missed this feeling dearly. Satoru's pussy is so wet and warm around his cock, the smooth muscles clenching uncontrollably as they adjust to suddenly being completely filled. Suguru wants to give him some time to get used to it, but he can't. He can't hold back anymore, it's basically impossible.
“Shit,” Satoru curses, his voice vibrating with every harsh thrust directed towards his womb. His hands grip the corners of the machine just to have something to hold on to as his pussy is absolutely wrecked from behind. “Holy shit, fuck, it's… ah, s-so big… I can't— Suguru, hah, w-wait…”
“Shhh. Not too loud.” Suguru plants open-mouthed kisses into the back of Satoru's sweaty neck as he pounds into him relentlessly. Although it's so late at night and there's no one else around, it's better to be safe than sorry. “You told me to fuck you, right? So… mm, that's what I'm doing. Fuck, Satoru, your pussy goes so deep. I bet you can feel me right here, too.”
To demonstrate, Suguru moves one of his hands around to rest against Satoru’s lower belly, just above his pretty cunt. Sure enough, Suguru can just barely feel the outline of his cock’s tip with each brutal thrust. Satoru is tall but his body is so slender, his waist small enough for Suguru to wrap his entire arm around it. Even his cock can practically reach the other side. Learning this little fact is sure to drive Suguru insane.
An idea comes to the forefront of his blissed-out mind. Suguru grabs one of Satoru's hands and tugs it away from the machine. He guides that same hand over to Satoru's lower belly and pushes down on it while Satoru cries out in pleasure.
“Can you feel it?” he asks, breath hot and heavy against the shell of Satoru's reddened ear. “You can feel me fucking inside of you, right? Does it feel good, Satoru? Tell me.”
“Mhmm,” Satoru moans, grinding his hips back to meet each and every thrust. “I… I feel it— feel you. It's t-too good… ah, fuck, I'm coming…”
“Already?” Suguru laughs at him, but he really should've known that Satoru wouldn't last long. He never does, his body is just too responsive to everything that Suguru does to him. “That's fine, you can come… touch yourself right here, just like how I showed you before.”
Suguru guides Satoru's hand even lower to reach the area around his clit. Satoru gasps as he touches himself, feeling his folds stretched wide open around Suguru's cock still pumping deep into his pussy. Spurred on by Suguru's encouragement, he caresses himself to the same pace as those thrusts.
“Mm, that's good. Good boy.”
Suguru pulls back just enough to watch the jiggling of Satoru's perky little ass every time that Suguru pounds into him. The pastel blue thong hugging those hips is like icing on a cake. What's even more beautiful is seeing his cock sliding in and out of that wet heat, his cock glistening in the too-bright fluorescent lights of the laundromat. It's picturesque, a lovely view that could never be accurately recreated by even the most skilled artist out there. That's why Suguru has to take it all in, enjoy this perfect view while it lasts.
As usual, Satoru doesn't last. He's coming all over Suguru's cock only seconds later, his shaking legs threatening to give out for real this time. Suguru keeps him upright against the dryer machine, still fucking him without a single moment of rest. He's so close now, too, especially with the death grip that Satoru's cunt has on his cock, sucking him in as far as he can physically go. Satoru is twice as wet now after coming, so wet and slippery and it got all over the front of the machine, too. It's probably also dripping down his milky thighs and his long, perfect legs.
And Suguru caused this. All of this.
Suguru gasps as he comes suddenly, still balls deep in Satoru's pussy that he loves so, so much. At the same time, a little song begins to play from the machine that they're collapsed against, the vibrations finally coming to an end.
Oh, right.
They had completely forgotten about the clothes.
***
Suguru is mortified.
Again.
Convenience stores are supposed to be convenient, but they've gone to three different ones near the apartment and none of them carry the one thing they desperately need right now. Even the 24-hour pharmacy connected to FamilyMart couldn't help them out, because apparently, they need a prescription from a doctor to be given contraceptive pills.
Suguru is seconds away from ripping his hair out.
“Will you calm down? God. You're pissing me off,” Satoru grumbles. He shoves another spoonful of his precious vanilla souffle pudding into his mouth, his eyes barely open because it's after two in the morning and he's cranky. “It's fine, y'know. I'll skip class and go to the clinic instead, then the doctor will give me the prescription and I'll pick up the pill by lunchtime. Easy-peasy.”
There's nothing easy-peasy about this situation at all. Suguru stops pacing like a madman in front of the convenience store and walks over to stand in front of Satoru instead. Honestly, he can't even be annoyed by Satoru's nonchalant attitude right now. Suguru is the one who failed to pull out and came inside Satoru in the first place. Sure, Satoru let him put it in—practically begged him to, but it's still Suguru's responsibility, too. He could have said no.
Actually, Suguru is sure that he never would've said no.
Whatever. What's done is done. At least they have a solution now, just in case. He'll try his best to stop stressing out about the mistake, but he'll feel a whole lot better once Satoru gets that pill. Then, Suguru won't have to worry about explaining to his parents that he accidentally got a boy pregnant at college.
Sighing, Suguru drags a hand down his face and tries to convince himself that the world isn't going to end. Satoru reaches out to place a warm hand against Suguru's cheek, his mouth curving into a tired smile. Meanwhile, Suguru's heart skips a beat.
“Feel better yet?”
Suguru gives a small nod. “A little. Sorry about… you know. That.”
Satoru only shrugs. His thumb caresses the soft skin over Suguru's cheekbone and it feels good, comfy, safe. He mutters, “I liked it, anyway.”
Suguru breaks eye contact first. His stomach feels funny and his face is too warm now, it's starting to bother him. It could also be the fact that he's exhausted, it's super late, and he would normally be asleep at this hour. Summer vacation hasn't even officially started, yet he's already being a delinquent. How embarrassing.
“Yeah, well, I'm not doing that again,” he eventually says.
“Wait, for real?” Satoru's voice comes out sounding incredibly disappointed. “We just gotta be careful next time! That's all. You can use a condom or… you know what? I'll get on birth control. I'm sure the doctor would prescribe that, too, if I asked. It's no big deal. I actually thought about taking it before, I just haven't needed it until now.”
As Satoru rambles about their various options, a smile begins to form on Suguru's face. He waits until Satoru is finished before teasing, “Birth control, huh? Wow. You really want me to come in you again that badly?”
Satoru smacks him on the arm.
It hurts, but Suguru really does feel better now.
***
Summer vacation feels like a breath of fresh air.
It's been ages since the last time that Suguru spent a day at the beach. He probably hasn't done this since the summer break after he finished high school, already three years ago now. It's nice to be able to enjoy the ocean again with all of his friends, especially since lately it feels like he's been stuck going back and forth between his classes and the apartment. Nowhere else.
Well, at least he hasn't been alone.
Suguru sits on a large beach towel and watches from a distance as Satoru terrorizes his friends. This is only the second time that he's brought Satoru along to hang out with his friend group—the first time being a random karaoke night almost two months ago already—but Satoru behaves as if he's been part of their group since the very beginning. That's both a good thing and a not-so-good thing. He isn't reserved around them at all, but currently, he's dunking Nanami's head under the water and laughing maniacally as he's being chased by the guy right afterwards.
That's not necessarily a bad thing, but given that Satoru had also buried Haibara in the sand all the way up to his neck and then left him there, well… Suguru just hopes that his friends aren't too offended.
“Suguru,” a familiar voice nearby calls out to him in a lazy drawl. “You're supposed to be relaxing.”
Suguru turns his head to the side, looking away from Satoru for the first time since he sat down and he glances over at Shoko instead. At the moment, she's lying on her back on the towel next to his, her legs bent at the knees and her hands clasped together on her bare abdomen. Suguru honestly thought she had fallen asleep. It's kind of ironic that both of them are wearing bathing suits and neither of them have any plans to get in the ocean. In fact, Shoko looks like she hasn't seen the sun in months.
To be fair, Suguru really does love the ocean. He just doesn't like swimming in it. The ocean is actually much dirtier than most people realize, and he doesn't like his hair getting a ton of sand in it. The salt in the water isn't good for his hair follicles and he has to perform an entire hair routine with multiple products after getting it wet with seawater. He doesn't mind taking walks on the beach, though. He likes the cooling effect of the waves rolling over his bare feet. That's about it.
He's sure that Shoko has no excuse, though.
“Hm? I am relaxing,” Suguru insists.
Shoko ignores that and says, “We can't be umbrella buddies if you're just gonna sit there with fomo the entire time. Either join them or lie down with me.”
First of all, Suguru does not have fomo. He just wants to make sure that… that… well, he has no clue what he wants to make sure of. It's not as if anything bad will happen. Satoru knows how to swim and he doesn't need Suguru to watch over him from a distance like some creep. He can take care of himself and it looks like he's having tons of fun without Suguru, anyway.
So, there's no reason to stare at him.
“Fine.” Suguru spares one last glance towards the shore, making sure that he can still see a head of white hair in the distance, and then he lies back to relax in the shade. “Is that better?”
“Absolutely.”
Shoko blindly reaches into the small bag resting on the towel beside her until she finds what she's looking for. Then, she offers a piece of peppermint gum to Suguru and he takes it without question. Sugar-free gum has become Shoko's new addiction since her attempt to give up smoking a couple months ago. Suguru is actually surprised to see that she's lasted this long, her previous attempts usually lasting just a week or two.
“So, how's the roomie situation been?”
Suguru pauses mid-chew.
“Huh?”
“You know, with Satoru? You two seem like you're getting along much better now,” Shoko elaborates. Right, of course that's what she means. Nothing more. “I remember you complaining for like an hour straight about him stealing your pudding or something.”
Hearing that makes Suguru chuckle at the memory. It feels so long ago now. He used to vent to Shoko about things like that after Satoru first moved in with him. Unlike with Suguru's previous roommate, he and Satoru never went through an “awkward phase” of being overly polite or shy around each other. Ever since day one, Satoru has kept Suguru on his toes. They've argued, laughed, annoyed each other, laughed some more, and Suguru even took care of Satoru that time when he was sick a couple months back.
They're basically two peas in a pod.
Suguru purposely doesn't bring up the very real fact that they're also having sex now.
“He's actually really cool,” Suguru answers instead. Some things are just meant to be left unsaid. “We're friends now. We hang out a lot.”
“Glad to hear it,” Shoko replies, and Suguru thinks that's the end of it, but then she adds, “Even though you don't bother hanging out with your oldest friend these days, that's so nice for you and Satoru.”
“Excuse me?” Suguru turns his head to glare at her, but Shoko keeps her eyes closed as if she never spoke. Suguru still jumps to defend himself. “I do try to hang out with you, but you're always too busy dying in med school. Whose fault is that? I told you to stick with your first major and you didn't listen.”
Shoko groans even before that last sentence makes it out of Suguru's mouth, and he only brings it up every time because he knows that she hates it when he brings it up. Suguru just really enjoys being right.
“Shut up. I switched for a good reason,” Shoko insists as always. “I mean, what's the point of becoming an archeologist if it's not guaranteed that I'll get to dig up human bones all day? I don't give a shit about research papers and government funding. I just want the bones.”
“You're fucking weird,” Suguru tells her, laughing. “Please, never change.”
“Suguruuu!”
The second that Satoru's voice meets his ear, Suguru immediately sits up again, fully alert and ready to jump right into the ocean if he needs to. It looks like he doesn't need to, though, since Satoru is jogging over to them instead. Before Suguru can hop up from the towel, Satoru reaches him first and plops down onto the towel right in front of him.
“What's wrong?” Suguru instantly asks. He can't tell what Satoru needs just from the expression on his face. Satoru looks a bit tired, but that's about it. “Did something happen? Are you hurt? Let me see it.”
“Huh?” Satoru frowns at him, not answering any of the very important questions that Suguru needs answers to. After catching his breath, he finally shakes his head. “I'm fine? Just hungry. Get me something to eat.”
Once the surge of adrenaline wears off, Suguru almost feels embarrassed for his overreaction. He tells himself that it was warranted, one can never be too sure when it comes to Satoru.
“Right. Do you wanna rephrase that last part?”
Satoru rolls his eyes, impatient, but he obeys without putting up a fight. “Get me something to eat, please. I'm starving. Haibara is, too.”
“Okay, okay.” Suguru looks down to check the time on his wristwatch. “Our dinner reservation isn't for another three hours, though. How about a snack instead? What do you feel like having?”
“Ice cream,” Satoru answers immediately. “We're at the beach, so ice cream is a must and I'm already craving it. It has to be soft serve, though. Also, I want mine to be a mix of chocolate and vanilla. Okay?”
“Okay,” Suguru repeats. “Is that all?”
“Hmm… I don't know. Surprise me.”
Suguru fondly shakes his head at the ridiculousness of it all. Since when did he start spoiling Satoru so much? It's beginning to turn into a real issue. Perhaps the biggest issue of all is that Suguru actually wants to do these things. He wants to spoil Satoru rotten. It feels good to be relied on, to be of service, but most of all, it feels good to know that he's the cause of Satoru's smile.
Really, making Satoru happy is all that Suguru wants.
Now that his requests have been made, Satoru stands up again. Today, he's wearing the tiniest pair of swim shorts that Suguru has ever seen, showing off his crazily long legs and those smooth thighs that Suguru just loves sinking his teeth into. He's actually surprised that there aren't many visible marks right now, only a couple that can be easily excused for mosquito bites or miscellaneous bruises. Suguru will have to fix that soon.
Before Satoru can run off again, Suguru stops him by reaching up to grab his wrist.
“Reapply the sunscreen first,” Suguru reminds him, otherwise he's sure that Satoru would never remember.
Satoru groans, clearly not wanting to do it. He whines, “Right now?”
“Yes, so that I won't have to deal with you crying about being sunburnt.”
“Fine, fine. Go get my ice cream, though.”
“Of course.”
They trade spots. Satoru sits on the towel and begins dutifully reapplying the sunscreen while Suguru prepares to go on a snack run. He asks Shoko to come with him to help carry things and he's glad that he doesn't have to convince her, too. Bargaining with Satoru is more than enough.
When they leave, Shoko waits until they're out of earshot before asking him, “So, mind explaining to me what the hell that was?”
“Hm?” Suguru spares her a brief glance as they trek through the thick sand. He's on a mission, though, so he can't allow himself to get too distracted. “What do you mean?”
“You said that he's your friend, but he's making you play fetch like you're his dog,” Shoko teases. She's just as blunt as she's always been. For better or for worse, it's nice to see that that hasn't changed. “What's even weirder is that you seem kind of eager to be the dog, too. Why's that?”
This time, Suguru doesn't look at her at all. He shakes his head at the ridiculous accusation and wipes the bead of sweat from his brow. It's too hot to deal with strange conversations today. He lacks the patience for it, basically.
“You're the one who's weird for saying that,” Suguru argues pointlessly. He highly doubts that she'll listen to him. “He's my friend, of course I'd do things for him. He's used to being spoiled, anyway. I think he mentioned once that his folks were loaded. Anyway, let me know if you see the soft serve stand. It's hard to see anything through this crowd.”
The distraction seems to work for now, mainly because as soon as they leave the beach and reach the nearby shops, it really does start to get crowded. Too crowded to hold a conversation about things that aren't that important, anyway. It's annoying that Shoko has always been so sharp, so quick to catch on to certain things. But as long as Suguru doesn't make a big deal out of it, then she won't, either.
Thankfully, it doesn't take too long for them to find the ice cream stand. Suguru makes sure to order Satoru's ice cream first, a mixed swirl of chocolate and vanilla and he asks for strawberry syrup on top, too. It's definitely overkill for Suguru's tastes, but he knows for a fact that Satoru will love it. He asked Suguru to surprise him, anyway. They also make sure to get a couple more scoops for the other boys, and once all is paid for, Suguru is almost eager to get back to their spot beneath the shade.
He can't wait to see the look on Satoru's adorable face. He's so expressive. Whenever Satoru eats sweet treats, no matter what it is, he always looks like he's in heaven. His cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink and he shuts his eyes to enjoy the taste, his long eyelashes fluttering. Suguru never gets tired of that face. He could stare at it all day and never get bored.
“At least one of them has to be gay.”
Taken off-guard by the statement, Suguru almost trips over the thick sand beneath his feet.
“What?”
Shoko points one of the ice cream cones in the opposite direction. Suguru turns his head to see what she's talking about. It's a group of girls in bikinis playing beach volleyball just a short distance away, and even though they're laughing and shouting amongst themselves, it looks like a really intense match. They must be experts, maybe a college team or something like that.
They're all quite pretty, too.
Suguru turns to look at his friend again, a teasing smirk on his face. Shoko is still staring at the girls, though, an intensity behind her eyes like she's yearning for something that she can't have.
“It really is hot girl summer,” she sighs. “I hate it.”
Suguru snorts, shaking his head. “Hey, you're the one who made the rule about no girls while you're finishing up med school. You seem to enjoy torturing yourself, I've noticed.”
“False. The rule is no girlfriends,” Shoko corrects as if it makes any difference. “I never said that anything else was off the table.”
“Sure, if you say so.”
Suguru gets it, though. He remembers how Shoko's last girlfriend dumped her for always being so busy, claiming that Shoko rarely gave her the time of day as if it was her fault that she was drowning in school work and clinical hours. Suguru still feels sour whenever he thinks about that time, since he was the one who had to pick up the pieces when the breakup left Shoko in shambles.
He'd rather not have to deal with that again. At the same time, Suguru would obviously be really happy for his friend if she were to find someone special. Although he won't say it out loud, he doesn't think that anything “casual” would fit Shoko's personality. He knows her too well. She'd definitely become obsessed.
“How about we chuck these ice creams at the guys and then come back this way?” she suddenly suggests. The wicked grin on her face now is anything but subtle. “You can have your pick of the ones who aren't gay. Sound fair?”
The crazy suggestion brings a laugh out of Suguru, making him shake his head again at her bold approach. Leave it to Shoko to suggest they ditch their friends to pick up girls at the beach.
“Nah, I'm good,” Suguru answers after composing himself. He squints at the figures in the distance, searching for a head of white hair. “You can if you want to, though. No one's stopping you.”
“Really?” Shoko lets out a disappointed sigh. “How boring. You used to be more fun than this.”
“Yeah? Maybe I'm just old now.”
“Shut the hell up, you're twenty-one.”
That's fair. Suguru shuts his mouth as ordered. The banter doesn't end there, though. It's quiet between them for only a few seconds before Shoko voices another thought.
“Don't tell me… you already like someone. That's why you're not interested, isn't it?”
Walking in sand is the absolute worst. Suguru wishes that his legs could move faster. Then, since he doesn't decline the accusation fast enough for Shoko's liking, she stops him in his tracks when she moves to stand in front of him.
“Wait, am I right? Holy shit.”
“Shoko, the ice cream is going to melt,” Suguru whines. He doesn't have time for this. “You're not right, either. Now, can you move?”
“Who is she?” Shoko asks instead of doing anything that he says. “Do I know her? What does she look like? I bet she has a huge rack. You always go for that type, you pervert.”
Suguru maneuvers around her instead. He picks up the pace as much as he can, smiling to himself when Shoko gets left behind because her legs are much shorter. It's what she deserves for being such a nuisance.
“You can't run forever!” She calls after him. “I know where you live.”
Suguru ignores her empty threats. It's all that he can do for now, anyway. Thankfully, he makes it back to their large umbrella and the beach towels, where he finds Satoru spread out on his back like a starfish beneath the shade.
“I'm back,” Suguru announces.
Satoru immediately springs up into a sitting position, crossing his legs and wearing the poutiest expression known to man.
“Finally,” he mumbles, but his pout shifts into an excited grin when he sees the ice cream. Typical. “That one's mine, right? Gimme!”
Satoru doesn't even wait for Suguru to hand him the ice cream cone. Once Suguru kneels down beside him, he leans forward and starts sucking at the tip of it while Suguru still grips the cone in his hand. It's the most ridiculous, childish, and greedy behavior that Suguru has seen from him yet, but despite that, Suguru feels nothing but fondness.
When Shoko finally catches up to him, she takes a moment to glance between the two of them. However, she doesn't make any comments.
***
Suguru is pleasantly exhausted.
After a long day at the beach and a lively dinner at the seafood restaurant they'd been looking forward to trying, he's happy to finally retire in their Airbnb near the ocean. The rest of his friends look just as exhausted, and their plan to stay up late drinking goes out the window once Haibara and Satoru are both snoring after a single drink each. So, they all agree to call it a night. It takes lots of coaxing for Suguru to get Satoru from the living room to their shared bedroom, but once he succeeds, Suguru gathers his things to take a quick shower.
Surprisingly, Satoru is wide awake once Suguru returns. What's even more surprising is that he has pushed the two twin-size beds together. Currently, he's sitting with his back against the headboard and his knees pulled to his chest, his Nintendo Switch clutched in his hands as always. The familiar background music from Stardew Valley plays loudly from the device's speakers. He glances up from the bright screen once Suguru quietly shuts the door behind himself.
“Doesn't the bathroom in this place seem haunted to you?” Satoru asks. He doesn't sound all that tired, either. Maybe he was just faking it before. “I mean, it's not bad, but I still think we should've gone with that other place that I showed you.”
Suguru rolls his eyes as he walks over to sit at the small vanity in the corner of the room. He uses the towel around his shoulders to pat away a few droplets of water sliding down the side of his face, then he plugs in the blow drier.
“We couldn't afford it,” Suguru reminds him. “Well, I'm sure that you could, but the rest of us are normal students with normal sized wallets. Also, can you toss me the little bag on the nightstand? It has my comb in it.”
While he waits, Suguru turns on the device and begins drying his long hair. It feels good to finally be clean and the hot water was exactly what he needed against his muscles. All that's left is to get his hair dry before he can pass out for good, however, a pair of arms suddenly drape themselves over his broad shoulders. One of those hands drops the wooden comb onto the vanity in front of him. Suguru shifts his gaze to the reflection in the mirror, finding a pair of shocking blue eyes already staring back at him.
“What is it?”
“Nothin’,” Satoru mumbles. He buries his face into the damp hair at the back of Suguru's head. “You didn't play with me at the beach.”
His arms tighten around Suguru's shoulders as he commits to fully clinging to him now. It's too cute. He's too cute for words. Suguru turns off the blow drier to hear him better.
“I watched you play, though. You looked like you were having a lot of fun. Didn't you?”
Satoru shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. But you have to play with me next time, okay?”
Since it doesn't seem like he'll drop it unless Suguru agrees, Suguru nods his head and accepts his fate.
“Okay, I will.”
“Good. Are you almost done with this?”
“I just started, Satoru.”
“Ugh.”
At last, Satoru releases him. Suguru watches in the mirror as Satoru flings himself onto the bed as if he's been rejected. His mini tantrum continues as he curls up into a ball.
“You're the worst,” he grumbles.
Suguru laughs at him. “Really? For blow drying my hair? That's not very nice.”
Satoru says nothing else, deciding to switch tactics and ignore Suguru instead. Honestly, Suguru doesn't know what his problem is. It seems like he's been extra bratty and childish ever since summer vacation began. He's twice as clingy now, too. So far, they've spent every single day in each other's presence, yet Satoru behaves like he needs Suguru's constant attention in order to survive. It's a bit excessive, but Suguru won't complain.
He likes Satoru a little too much to do that.
After just a couple minutes of drying and combing his hair, Suguru gives up on the task. This is good enough for now and it's not like he won't throw it into a bun tomorrow, anyway. He sets the tools to the side and stands from the small stool, turning to face the bed. Satoru still hasn't moved.
“I'm done,” Suguru tells him. “Happy now?”
Satoru responds with a loud, exaggerated snore that sounds like something you'd hear in a cartoon. He's definitely not fooling anyone with that. An amused smile spreads along Suguru's face as he approaches the bed and climbs onto the mattress, hovering over Satoru's warm body now.
“You're not asleep, jackass. Stop faking.”
Again, Satoru reacts with another fake snore and ignores those words completely. He's made the mistake of leaving himself totally vulnerable, though. Suguru gets revenge when he launches into a tickle attack, his fingers digging into Satoru's waist and the back of his neck. Satoru actually howls, his body squirming this way and that as he tries to escape. He can't, though, with Suguru on top of him like this.
“Okay, okay! Stop, Suguru, I-I’m serious!”
Suguru doesn't stop, not until one of Satoru's flailing arms shoots out and punches him in the center of his chest. It hurts like a motherfucker. Suguru clutches his chest afterwards, groaning in agony while Satoru catches his breath, smiling innocently.
“Ow, fuck. Why the hell do you always hit me so hard, you beast?”
“It's not on purpose,” Satoru claims. He's a liar, though. It has to be on purpose. “I'm just naturally strong, I guess. It can't be helped.”
As if it will lessen the pain at all, Satoru reaches up with both hands to knead Suguru's chest muscles. It quickly turns into him fondling Suguru, though, his innocent smile from before appearing rather mischievous and horny. No surprise there.
“I've never been a boob-obsessed guy, but… I think I see the appeal of them now. Just a little bit.”
Suguru rolls his eyes and swats Satoru's greedy hands away.
“You're supposed to be tired. Go to sleep.”
“I am tired. Not too tired to get my pussy eaten, though.”
Wow. Suguru has no words for that. He wonders if maybe he's corrupted Satoru a little too much.
“Well, I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep.” With one final squeeze to Satoru's waist, Suguru dismounts him and crawls over to the head of the bed. He adds as he shimmies beneath the duvet, “If you behave yourself, maybe I'll eat you out in the morning.”
He honestly doesn't expect Satoru to give in so easily, so it surprises him when all that Satoru responds with is a defeated sigh instead of another tantrum. Satoru is also quick to follow Suguru's example, deciding to join him between the sheets.
“Fine,” he mumbles, pulling the duvet up to cover his shoulder. “Can you be the big spoon, then? It's the least you can do.”
Satoru may have given up the battle, but it doesn't mean that he won't be sassy about it. Suguru has gotten used to his attitude problem, though, so this doesn't surprise him in the slightest.
“As you wish,” he teases.
Even so, Suguru feels an immense amount of comfort once he has an arm thrown over Satoru's waist and his body pressed snuggly to Satoru's backside. This isn't the first time that they've shared a bed. Far from it. Sometimes, once they've finished fooling around and Satoru has passed out after one too many orgasms, Suguru will let him stay in his bed. It just makes more sense that way. Why should he make Satoru walk down the hallway to his own bedroom when he looks so cute, all fucked out and comfy with his head on Suguru's chest?
Suguru is a good friend. He wouldn't wake Satoru up just for something like that.
“Today was really fun,” Satoru mumbles, breaking the comfortable silence. It's surprising that he's still awake, but then he yawns, proving that he's only resisting the slumber that awaits him. “That ice cream was really good, too… we should get that again tomorrow before we go home.”
“Sure,” Suguru agrees. He scoots a little closer, nuzzling the back of Satoru's neck. “Glad you had fun.”
“Let's come back before the end of summer… I wanna learn how to surf.”
“What?” Suguru asks, laughing quietly. “Where did that come from?”
Satoru yawns again before responding, “When you were off getting the ice cream, these two guys came up to me and asked if I wanted to hang out and surf with them. I told them I didn't know how, but they said they could teach me.”
Hearing that, Suguru opens his eyes again, suddenly much more awake than he'd been before learning this little detail. His arm tightens around Satoru's waist.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhmm, but I was too tired and hungry for that.”
“I see…”
“Oh, but one of the guys gave me his number,” Satoru continues, sounding a bit excited now. “It might be fun, y'know? Learning a new skill.”
Fun as it may be, Suguru doesn't like the sound of that. As a matter of fact, he doesn't like anything about this situation that he was completely unaware of until now. Had it really taken him that long to get the ice cream? Long enough for total strangers to approach Satoru when Suguru wasn't looking? It probably didn't help that he was slowed down by Shoko and her silly pestering.
Ah. Suguru knows what this feeling is.
He's sort of angry.
“Satoru,” he begins, making sure to choose his next words carefully. “They were hitting on you.”
“Huh?” Satoru reacts, appalled. “No, they weren't. What makes you say that?”
“It's too obvious. Guys don't just approach people and give out their numbers for no reason.”
“Nah, that's a generalization. Plus, all that we talked about was surfing. Don't you think it would be cool to take a few lessons?”
“I agree. Don't take any from him, though.”
For whatever reason, Satoru begins cracking up, the vibrations of that laugh caressing Suguru's body since they're still pressed together so closely. He doesn't see what's so funny about this.
“I'm being serious,” Suguru insists. “He obviously wants your pussy. Don't fall for it.”
“Oh, wow. Am I hearing this right?” Satoru turns his head to the side, attempting to look at Suguru from over his shoulder. The smile on his face is a teasing one that matches his tone when he asks, “Is Geto Suguru jealous?”
Without thinking twice about it, Suguru rushes to deny that accusation.
“No, I'm just being honest and I'm trying to look out for you. Y'know, as your friend.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you say…”
“Also,” Suguru continues, slowly dragging his hand down Satoru's abdomen to his lower belly. “If I were them, I'd be thinking the same thing… I mean, did you look at yourself today? Those shorts were scandalous.”
Satoru snorts. “Nice, and now he's slut-shaming me.”
“Nah, I'm just telling it like it is.”
His hand travels even lower now until he reaches the waistband of Satoru's pajama shorts, his fingers playing with the loose drawstring. Satoru tries not to react, but his efforts are wasted once Suguru slides his hand into the waistband, fingers touching fine hair now. Satoru's breath hitches in his throat and he leans into the touch, his hips betraying him instantly.
“If I were you, I'd be careful with guys like that,” Suguru murmurs at the back of Satoru's ear. With curled fingers, he begins caressing the sensitive area right over Satoru's clit, enjoying the way that Satoru's quivering thighs squeeze his hand. “Those types of guys are always up to no good…”
Seconds later, Satoru is already thrusting against his hand. It's almost too easy to rile him up, make him beg for it and drive him crazy. Suguru gets off on the knowledge that while those guys from the beach are probably still thinking about the cutie in the shorts, Suguru is the one with his hand shoved into that cutie's panties, fingering him. So, really, it doesn't matter that they were bold enough to give out a phone number.
Suguru has already won.
“Mmm… fuck,” Satoru moans. He extends his neck into the pillow, allowing Suguru to suck the skin there. He teases, “I thought you were too tired?”
Suguru grins against his neck.
“Sometimes I lie.”
***
Being inside of Gojo Satoru has to be the greatest feeling in the world.
Suguru is positive about this. No, it's the one thing in life that he'll never be wrong about. There's just something so damn magical about fucking Satoru's wonderful pussy and he can't explain what it's like using words alone. It's just something that has to be experienced for one to truly understand it.
But Suguru wants to be the only one to experience it from now on. Just him, no one else. He's a selfish individual and he's not afraid to admit it, especially when it comes to this.
Satoru has his face pressed into the pillow, endless moans and curses leaving his opened mouth as Suguru mercilessly fucks into his cunt from behind. Suguru has already warned him to keep the noise down, but it's no use. Once Satoru reaches a certain point of immense pleasure, there's no stopping him. He will lay there and take it like the obedient boy that he is, even as his voice becomes hoarse and his mind goes blank.
It's just one of those things that Suguru loves about him.
“Tell me again, Satoru.” Suguru keeps a tight grip on Satoru's hips as he thrusts forward again and again, hands digging into the skin hard enough to leave bruises. He asks, “Whose pussy is this?”
“It's—ah, shit—it's yours…!”
“Mm, good… who does it belong to?”
“You,” Satoru cries, fingers clenching the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white. “Just y-you… Suguru…”
“Anyone else?”
“N-No…”
Good. This is exactly what Suguru wants to hear. He thrusts into Satoru one final time, driving his cock as deep as it can possibly go, and then he pulls out, allowing the lower half of Satoru's body to fall back down to the mattress. Satoru has already come twice so far; once when Suguru ate him out while fingering him, and again not long after Suguru entered him. He can never last long when he's already so overwhelmed.
After allowing Satoru a brief moment to gather himself, Suguru gives him an order.
“Turn over,” he instructs, one of his hands squeezing the back of Satoru's thigh. “Come here and taste yourself.”
Even as exhausted as he is, Satoru obeys the command without a moment's hesitation. He pushes himself up with shaky arms and turns around, eager to do anything and everything that Suguru asks of him at this moment. Seeing Satoru’s face brings an ache to Suguru's chest. His fucked out expression is stunning, pretty eyes glazed over, fair skin flushed red and sweaty. But he's still smiling. He's always smiling. It's as if being fucked into oblivion is what makes Satoru the happiest.
Satoru bends over and immediately attaches his mouth to Suguru’s cock, humming as he licks his own slick from the tip before dragging his tongue down the shaft. It feels amazing. Everything that Satoru does is amazing. Suguru has an even better plan in mind, though.
“Open your mouth for me,” Suguru instructs next.
Satoru does it in a heartbeat. Suguru grabs the hair at the back of his head and guides him down onto that cock, slowly forcing his mouth deeper until Satoru's throat constricts and tries to reject the intrusion. Suguru shushes him when he starts to whine.
“Try to relax… you can take it a little deeper, right? Just a little bit. Almost there…”
Satoru does his best to relax his throat, but he can only take it so far before he starts to gag again. Suguru doesn't push it, this is good enough for now. He praises Satoru for his efforts and uses a thumb to wipe the tears from the corners of his beautiful eyes. He's so perfect in every way. Suguru wants to ruin him some more.
“Ready to finish me off?” he asks, stroking his cock. Satoru eagerly nods his head up and down. “Alright. How do you want it?”
Satoru doesn't need to think about it. He instantly crawls back towards the pillows and rests his head on them, his body wiggling as he gets comfortable on his back. When he's ready, he directs a tired smile at Suguru and holds his arms out as if asking for a hug.
“Like this.”
Oh. This is different.
Until now, they've only fucked with Satoru taking it from behind. They've never done it like this before, facing each other and their bodies pressed close. In fact, Suguru never even thought to do it this way.
This is how Satoru wants it, though. Suguru always gives Satoru whatever he wants, so it looks like this is how it's going to be.
Ignoring the nerves that start to rise in Suguru's belly, he chases after Satoru and settles in between his thighs. It feels intimate, this position; especially with Satoru staring into his eyes and wrapping his arms around Suguru's shoulders. He pulls Suguru even closer to him, and because looking at him feels too intense and strange, Suguru hides his face against Satoru’s neck. This makes it a lot easier to handle when he presses his cock against Satoru’s cunt and enters him again.
“Ah! Fuck,” Satoru moans as Suguru begins fucking him just as fast and rough as before. His fingernails dig into the skin along Suguru's back and shoulders. “Like that, mm… just like that.”
“Yeah? Is it good?” Suguru breathes harshly against the sweaty skin of Satoru's neck, his mouth leaving marks as he sucks and bites the skin there. “Better than anything else you've had inside you, right?”
“Mhmm!” Satoru confirms, giggling deliriously. “So… so much better, I… I…”
“Hm?” Suguru pushes up to rest on his palms, giving him that extra leverage to fuck into Satoru harder and faster to his heart’s content. His hair is falling into his face, bangs sticking to his forehead and tickling his brow, but he keeps his eyes on Satoru the entire time. “You what, baby? Gonna come on me again? Is that it?”
The pet name slips out before Suguru can stop himself, but he's too blissfully unaware of the implications behind that to even consider it right now. All that he cares about is making Satoru come and then coming inside of Satoru, or the other way around, doesn't matter. They're both going to come regardless. Maybe if Suguru tries hard enough, he can make them come at the same time.
Oh, he wants it, he wants it, he wants—
Satoru grabs his neck and pulls him down into a wet, sloppy kiss. A kiss on the mouth. A real kiss.
They've never actually kissed until now.
Suguru comes inside of him. He comes while still rocking his hips through it and Satoru ends up coming only seconds later, his tight cunt clenching around Suguru's throbbing cock almost painfully. It feels like Suguru comes for ages as he empties into that wet heat, yet his mouth experiences another type of wetness, Satoru's hot tongue greedily licking every inch of him. They kiss, and they kiss, and they kiss some more even as their lungs refill with air, breathing harshly against each other's wet, swollen mouths.
Never before has Suguru kissed anyone this intensely. It feels like his heart might jump from his chest at any moment. It's impossible to stop. Now that he knows what it feels like to do this, to kiss Gojo Satoru and share the same heartbeat, how could he ever possibly desire anything else?
The answer is simple.
He won't be able to.
***
Suguru rubs at his tired eyes as he slowly makes his way through the unfamiliar house.
He's in desperate need of hydration. He didn't even manage to sleep for a full hour before his body woke him up again, feeling worn out from a long day and completely dry, too. Satoru was fast asleep against his chest. Suguru still feels bad for leaving him, but Satoru remained totally unconscious and only reached out to hug a pillow once Suguru finally managed to escape his grasp.
Getting water from the kitchen won't take too long, anyway. Suguru will get a tall glass of water, go to the bathroom, and then head straight back to bed to cuddle with Satoru until the morning arrives.
Easy-peasy.
When Suguru enters the main room and turns on the light, he almost screams. It takes a full two seconds for his brain to decide that the lump lying on the couch is just Shoko and not the spirit of a random girl with brown hair.
“Hm…?” Shoko groans, her eyes squinting at the sudden brightness in the room.
Suguru gives himself a moment to catch his breath and calm down. Curse Satoru for putting the idea in his head that this place might be haunted.
“Fuck, sorry. You scared the shit out of me,” he admits. Suguru walks past the sofas to enter the small kitchen on the other side. “Go back to sleep, I'm just getting water. Why are you sleeping out here, anyway? You have a whole room to yourself.”
Suguru begins opening random cabinets as he speaks, searching for a glass until he finally comes across exactly what he needs. He takes the glass and begins filling it with tap water at the sink. On the sofa, Shoko sits up and rubs her tired eyes, then lets out a loud yawn.
“Yeah, I do. Unfortunately, it's a room too close to yours. It's hard to fall asleep when I can hear my best friend having sex.”
Suguru drops the glass into the sink. His eyes are practically bulging from his skull as he stares into the other room, his heart running laps behind his ribcage. Meanwhile, Shoko looks like she could fall asleep in the middle of talking.
Despite that, she asks, “So, it's Satoru, then? The person that you like.”
It feels like all of the blood drains from Suguru's body. He honestly has no idea what to say or how to react. Should he deny it? Shoko heard them, though. It would be even weirder if he tried to lie and say it was a porn video or something, because why would he be blasting porn from his and Satoru's room, implying that they were watching loud porn together? Never mind the fact that they've done exactly that multiple times.
Some things are better left unsaid.
“I…” Suguru starts, but his throat closes up on him and he gets stuck, still clueless on what he should say. He nervously runs a hand through his messy hair and chews on his bottom lip. “It's not… like that. I mean, it's not what you're thinking.”
Shoko rolls her eyes at his poor excuse.
“Come on, Suguru. I know what I heard.” She raises her hands in the air and clarifies, “Don't worry, I didn't stick around to hear everything. That's gross. As soon as I realized what it was, I got the hell out of there. So, how long has this been going on?”
While being watched from across the room, Suguru knows that it's pointless to try to escape. He also feels incredibly guilty all of a sudden, for keeping this entire thing a secret from his oldest friend. They used to tell each other basically everything. He wonders if Shoko feels hurt by it, if she's angry or disappointed that Suguru never told her that he was regularly hooking up with his roommate.
His roommate that's also a boy.
“I don't know… a while?” Suguru answers at last. Unable to make eye contact, he stares at the opposite wall instead. “It's not a big deal, really. We're just… hooking up sometimes. That's all.”
“Why are you talking like that?” she asks. “You're not in trouble. Jesus. Come over here.”
Shoko pats the cushion next to her, beckoning Suguru to join her on the sofa instead of standing awkwardly at the sink. A moment later, Suguru takes the seat next to her, but he still feels too embarrassed and ashamed to look at her. Because all that he's done lately has been embarrassing and shameful, right? That's what it feels like, anyway.
“Hooking up with a guy, huh?” Shoko begins, finally pointing out the elephant in the room. “How's that been for you? Good? Spare me the juicy details, that's just a general question.”
Suguru snorts at the teasing remark, but admittedly, it helps calm him down a little bit. Just a little.
“It's been… different,” Suguru quietly explains. “Or, like, kind of different. I don't know. We just sort of fell into this one night after I'd had a few beers and we were watching porn—”
“Too many details.”
“Right, right. Sorry. Anyway, it's all good now. We're still good friends at the end of the day.”
“Hm. Interesting.”
Although Suguru wonders what that's supposed to mean, he ultimately decides not to question it. They sit in silence for a short while as a million thoughts run through his head at the same time. He hopes that Nanami and Haibara weren't also exposed to his debauchery. The room that those two are sharing is on the opposite side of the small home, but now Suguru is paranoid about it.
“What about your sexuality, then?” Shoko asks next, surprising him. “How have you been feeling about that? Like, your mental state and all. I'm here if you want to ask me anything queer related.”
Suguru finally looks at her, brows raised high on his forehead. “Hm? What do you mean? I'm still straight, though.”
After hearing that answer, Shoko's brows mirror his own.
“Um. What? You're sleeping with Satoru, a boy. What's straight about two boys having sex?”
Suguru clears his throat and looks away again. “Yeah, but… it's a little different.”
“Different how?”
“Well, uh, Satoru… has a pussy.”
“What?”
“Satoru has a pussy,” he repeats. Saying it the second time doesn't make him blush any less. “So, it's a bit different when you think about it.”
Silence. Horrifically awkward silence. Shoko doesn't say anything for so long that Suguru wonders if she even heard him at all. He's about to explain it to her once again, but without warning, her tiny fist connects with the top of his head as she bonks his skull. It hurts more than it probably should.
“You idiot!” She hits him some more as if her fist were a hammer and his skull a helpless little nail. “That doesn't matter! Which hole you put your stupid dick into doesn't matter. You're attracted to a boy and you're having sex with him, too, and there is nothing straight about that. Got it? Fuck, my blood pressure is through the roof right now.”
Shoko groans in agony like she's the one who just had her skull smacked several times. Suguru massages the painful spots on his head, still wincing from the punishment and kind of offended that she decided to take such drastic measures. Is what he said really that bad? He supposes that Shoko has a point, though.
Satoru is a boy. Suguru is also a boy.
He likes having sex with Satoru and thinks that he's the most attractive, beautiful, perfect man on the entire planet.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
There really is nothing straight about that.
“I…”
“I'll hit you again if you say anything stupid,” Shoko calmly warns him. She rubs the back of her hand across her forehead, having worked up a sweat. “God. I wish I had a cigarette right now. By the way, don't go around telling people what kind of genitalia Satoru has in his pants. That's rude as fuck and it's no one else's business. Alright?”
Suguru obediently nods. “Alright…”
“Second of all, you really need to take a step back and think before you just… act on pure impulse. Like, have you two discussed anything at all? How does he feel about you? Never mind, I can guess that just from seeing how clingy he was with you today.”
While Shoko rambles on and on, Suguru sits there wishing that they could skip this part of the conversation. He's not sure why, but he doesn't want to acknowledge this. Any of this. Things are perfectly fine the way that they are now. He's happy like this. Satoru also seems to be happy. Nothing needs to change between them.
Why should they try to fix what's not broken? When it all comes down to it, the two of them are still what they've always been.
Guy-friend-roommates.
He knows that Shoko means well, but she just doesn't get it. No one gets it, and that's okay. It's not their place to understand the unique bond between him and Satoru. Suguru has no need for unsolicited advice.
Everything is fine the way that it is, because this dynamic still works really well for them.
“Sorry. I'm gonna try to get some more sleep,” Suguru announces. He puts on the best smile that he can manage at this hour. “You do the same, okay? Thanks for listening to me and… sorry again for keeping you up. Let's talk tomorrow.”
At first, Shoko only stares at him with a blank expression and Suguru wonders if she'll let him escape or not. She finally makes her decision with a tired nod and another yawn.
“Fine, run away,” she teases. “I'm warning you, though… shit like this always gets messy if you try to avoid talking about it.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Shoko.”
“Night, loser.”
When Suguru returns to the bedroom, he realizes that he never did get a chance to drink any water. Oh, well. Going to sleep with a dry mouth isn't the worst of his problems right now.
Satoru is still sleeping peacefully near the center of the two beds that were pushed together for them to sleep closer to each other. Suguru smiles before he can stop himself. He climbs into bed and burrows deep beneath the duvet, pushing his friend's words to the back of his mind for now. Next to him, Satoru hums in his sleep. His angelic hair falls across his soft face illuminated by the moonlight leaking in through the curtains, and something so tender blossoms in Suguru's chest at the sight of him.
How did he ever end up this lucky?
For a moment, Suguru just stares at him. Nothing more. An urge comes over him suddenly and he slowly reaches out to sweep Satoru's hair from his forehead, but then Suguru pauses. Certain thoughts from before rush to the forefront of his mind, refusing to be ignored for much longer.
There's nothing straight about any of this.
Suguru physically recoils, yanking his hand back before he can touch Satoru at all. He can pretend to be in denial all that he wants, but he knows that Shoko is right. There's nothing straight about this. Suguru just wants to hold Satoru in his arms forever and there's nothing straight about that, either. They kissed for the first time tonight and it felt like his soul was set on fire to feel Satoru's soft lips against his own, but there's definitely nothing straight about that.
Not a single thing that he's done when it comes to Satoru can be categorized as “straight” and for some reason, Suguru feels terrified.
***
Over the next few days, Suguru has a headache that he can't get rid of.
He hates it when Shoko is right about things. She always seems to be right about the stuff that he doesn't want her to be right about and that includes the confusion going on in his silly little brain. He has tried to ignore it, go about his day functioning the same as always, but it only makes things worse. Every time that he has to interact with Satoru, which is every fucking day because they live together, Suguru's mind starts to freak out again.
There's nothing straight about any of this.
He has to figure this out as soon as he possibly can. Suguru can't continue to greedily enjoy Satoru's body while still believing that he's straight, that wouldn't be fair to Satoru. Satoru is his friend. Suguru has to be honest with his friends. However, Suguru isn't exactly gay, either, so it doesn't make any sense. He can't think straight (ha) when Satoru is constantly nearby, enticing Suguru with his very existence.
So, Suguru tries to avoid him.
At first, he makes excuses for not wanting to have sex. He's too tired, too busy, not in the mood; anything to keep his gross, greedy hands away from Satoru's body. Just until Suguru can decide what he wants to do about his issues. One day, he's so close to breaking his resolve and taking Satoru right there on the sofa, at which point Suguru realizes that he has an addiction.
He's addicted to Satoru and his pussy.
Suguru has to get out of the apartment, it's not safe for him here. If he stays, he's just going to give in and go back to fucking Satoru as if everything is normal, even though Satoru is a boy and Suguru likes him so much that it feels like he might explode. So, Suguru leaves, he visits his parents' house and spends a couple of nights there under the guise of being homesick.
No, Suguru isn't actually homesick.
He is sick about Satoru, though.
Suguru reasons that he can't go back to the apartment without a plan. While he's been away, Satoru has been texting him the whole time and Suguru responds whenever he can, but he tries not to let the attention get to him. It's a distraction from his goal. The ultimate goal is to decide here and now whether he's straight or gay, and once Suguru finally has his answer, he'll come clean to Satoru first before anyone else.
It's a good plan, Suguru thinks. A great plan, even.
There's a girl in one of Suguru's classes who had asked if he wanted to hang out sometime over the summer. She's a nice girl, too. Nice, smart, funny, and with dark hair that falls all the way down to her curvy hips. Some of the guys in his class have whispered about her apparently having a dragon tattoo along one of those hips, but Suguru hasn't paid much attention to the rumors. Before summer began, he had told her that he wasn't sure, he had to check his plans, and then he completely forgot about her invitation until now.
Suguru texts her the night before leaving his parents’ home. She texts him back only ten minutes later. She says she's free to hang out tomorrow, she'd love to get coffee, and then she sends him the location to a chic coffeehouse not too far from the apartment. They agree to meet there just before lunch.
This is perfect. The plan is going almost too smoothly now. If Suguru can't enjoy a casual date with a gorgeous girl that everyone else seems to want, then maybe he really is gay now. He'll find out tomorrow at the coffeehouse, then he'll finally be able to decide what he wants to do about the Satoru situation.
Yes, this is a really great plan.
Tomorrow arrives in the blink of an eye. Suguru hugs his mother goodbye, gets on the train, and suddenly he's sitting across from a beautiful girl whose full name he had to try hard to remember the night before. She's cool, at least. Not difficult to talk to, despite how Suguru still feels kind of awkward the entire time. He reasons that it's only because he hasn't been on a date in ages. He hasn't had a lengthy interaction with a stranger in a long time, either. He's lost his touch.
The irony of it all is that Satoru texts him during the date. Suguru tries not to be that guy who rudely checks his phone while someone is speaking to him, but after the sixth text that loudly vibrates against the table, the girl laughs and tells him to check his messages. Someone could be dying, she teases. Suguru reacts with an apologetic smile as he follows her advice.
toru (12:08 PM)
heyyyy
suguruuu
when r u coming back?
we need to do laundry asap
i have like 1 panties left lmao
can u guess which ones~?
Jesus Christ.
Suguru can't decide what's worse: the fact that his roommate is enticing him with panties while his date is literally sitting across from him, or the fact that Suguru's dick actually reacted in his pants at the mere thought of Satoru in panties. How pathetic can he possibly be? In Suguru's defense, they haven't had sex in over a week. Maybe almost two weeks now, but who's counting? Not Suguru, nope.
For now, he changes his phone to do not disturb and he's about to put it away when more texts come in.
toru (12:10 PM)
heading to familymart for snacks
txt me if u want anything
or not
cuz u suck
Suguru pockets his phone without replying. He tries his best to pay attention to the rest of the conversation, but as his classmate speaks about some film that Suguru has never seen, he zones out unintentionally. It's difficult to stay focused when his chest aches so much. He misses Satoru and he can't deny that even if he wanted to. Being away from him has been torturous, Suguru doesn't see how he's meant to get over this addiction or how Shoko has battled her own addiction for a couple months now. In contrast, it's only been a few days for Suguru and he's already at his limit.
He's actually so damn relieved when his classmate checks her watch and asks if he's ready to leave the coffeehouse. She laughs, apologizing for talking so long. Suguru tells her that it's fine, he didn't mind listening to her—and that's a lie, given that he can't even remember most of what was said. He doesn't want to be rude, though. It feels like he's already done enough damage by possibly getting her hopes up.
God, Suguru really is the worst.
They leave the coffeehouse together and walk towards the direction of the nearest train station, which is just around the block from the apartment. She claims she's meeting with another friend soon, but she's glad they were able to squeeze in the coffee date today. Suguru agrees while his mind brings up images of Satoru in his bed, wearing one of Suguru's shirts and a pair of frilly panties. Maybe this date wasn't such a good idea, after all.
Maybe Suguru is only running from the inevitable.
“Suguru?”
The sound of his name said by that familiar and comforting voice makes Suguru's heart drop down to his feet. He and his classmate turn at the same time. Standing at the end of one of the nearby alleyways is his roommate, Satoru, holding a plastic bag from FamilyMart in one hand and clenching his cellphone in the other. His blue eyes are as wide as saucers, staring back at them like he's seen a ghost.
He couldn't have arrived at a worse time.
“Oh… Satoru.”
Suguru pauses to gulp down his nerves, but he has to say something. He has to explain to Satoru what this is so that he won't get the wrong idea—except what should Suguru say? This really is his date standing next to him. How in the world is he meant to explain her without offending both of them at the same time?
“Ah, your roommate?” she guesses correctly. She turns her gaze to Satoru again, preparing to introduce herself with a polite smile. “Hi–”
Satoru walks off before she can say anything else.
Shit.
“Sorry,” Suguru tells his classmate. He doesn't mean to be so impolite, but Satoru is more important and Suguru's legs are moving before he can stop them from chasing after the other boy. “Sorry, I have to… uh, I'll text you later.”
It's near impossible to keep up with Satoru, though. He doesn't stop walking as fast as his long legs will carry him, even as Suguru calls his name several times and follows him to the apartment building. Satoru gets there first. He takes the steps two at a time and enters their unit before Suguru can catch his breath. As soon as Suguru makes it into their apartment, he hears the door slam to Satoru's bedroom.
Obviously, he isn't happy.
Seconds later, Suguru stands on the other side of that door. This whole situation would go so much more smoothly if Satoru listened and let him explain himself, so Suguru has to get him to listen. He has to.
“Satoru…?” Suguru calls out as he hesitantly knocks on the door. “Can we talk? Come out, please.”
He's greeted with silence. No surprise there. Sighing, Suguru rests his forehead against the door and searches his brain for what he should say next, but then the unexpected happens. The doorknob turns and he nearly loses his balance as the door is snatched open again. Satoru opens it just enough for Suguru to see his face, pale and expressionless. He stares back at Suguru with those same wide eyes, shockingly blue and cold as ice.
“Who was she?” Satoru quietly asks. Even his empty tone gives nothing away to how he's feeling right now. “A friend? Or… something else? Is that why you went away for days and barely texted me back? Are you dating her now?”
The sudden back-to-back questions take Suguru by surprise, stunning him into silence. It's terribly ironic, given that he was this close to begging Satoru to talk to him and let him set things straight. Now that he's been given the opportunity to do exactly that, Suguru's useless mind stumbles. For the first time in ages, he feels anxious.
“We're not…” he begins to say, but then he shakes his head, deciding to start with the truth. “It was a date, yes, but we–”
Satoru shuts the door on him. Rude. Suguru wasn't even given the chance to explain anything from his side of the story, which still looks really bad and he supposes that it is bad, but Satoru is definitely overreacting. Suguru only went on that date to aid in figuring out his sexuality, all for the sake of their friendship. Well, he supposes that it's a situationship at this point. It's been a rather unique situationship for quite some time now and maybe they should've discussed things sooner.
However, at the end of the day, Satoru isn't actually his boyfriend. So, Suguru doesn't feel like this amount of anger is warranted. He didn't really do anything wrong. Satoru should be able to understand this.
The thing about Satoru is that he's always been quick to let his emotions take over the rational side of his mind, so Suguru knows that it'll be hard to get through to him like this. Instead, he'll let Satoru calm down first so that they can discuss everything and Suguru can admit to his stupid sexuality crisis. Then, maybe things can go back to normal after that, because communication is key and Suguru has always wanted to prioritize this.
Suguru sits on the sofa in the living room and waits.
He doesn't have to wait very long. The sound of a door opening causes Suguru's heart to race. He stands from the sofa at the sound of approaching footsteps, but as Satoru enters the room, he avoids looking in Suguru's direction and continues walking towards the front door. Seeing his retreating back, only now does Suguru notice the bag that he carries with him.
“Wait, Satoru— you're leaving? Where are you going? We need to talk first.”
“Home,” Satoru answers, and it's surprising that he's still speaking to Suguru at all. He doesn't look back as he slides into his sneakers and crouches down to tie them.
Suguru frowns, confused. “Home? You mean back to your parents’ house? Why?”
“What do you mean why? So, you're allowed to go back to your folk's place but I can't? Fuck that. I don't wanna be here with you anymore.”
That last statement feels like a sharp stab to the center of Suguru's gut. He can't believe that Satoru is this upset about seeing him stand next to a girl. He could probably understand Satoru's anger if he had brought that same girl home and taken her to bed, but all that they did was drink coffee together. How is any of this such a huge deal? It doesn't make any sense.
“Satoru, come on. You're not being fair at all right now and you know it.” Because it looks like Satoru might walk out the door at any point, Suguru does the only thing he can think of and positions himself between Satoru and the front door, his amber eyes glaring back into a pair of icy blue. “How can you say all of that without even letting me speak?”
Standing tall with his shoes firmly tied to each foot, Satoru takes a step forward. He takes another step and stands so close to Suguru, their chests almost touching. His height and intense demeanor would be intimidating if not for the fact that Suguru knows what he's really like. Because of this, Suguru doesn't back down. He stands just as tall and keeps his eyes on Satoru, willing him to listen.
Satoru demands, “Go on, then. Speak.”
This time, Suguru takes a deep breath and forces himself to speak before Satoru can try to run away again.
“First of all, I've been trying to figure all of this stuff out on my own before telling you anything, because… I don't want to mess things up if I'm wrong. That's why I went on that stupid date, to see if I still liked girls or not and… to see if I really liked you.”
Satoru reacts with a gasp. “Wow! You mean that fucking me all this time wasn't enough of a confirmation? You had to try and fuck someone else, too? That's so great for you! Spectacular, even.”
Well, now he's just being childish. Suguru shoves down the urge to reply to the outburst, hoping that by not doing so, he'll stay level-headed and prevent things from getting worse. At least one of them has to be the rational one.
“Okay, second of all, I realize now that maybe my method wasn't the smartest way of going about things, and I'm sorry for that. I still don't see how you can be this upset, though.”
Unlike before, Satoru doesn't react right away. He blinks at Suguru instead, his expression just as blank as it was earlier. It's almost unsettling, especially given that Suguru has become so accustomed to seeing Satoru’s other expressions. He knows what Satoru looks like when he's happily eating snacks, excited about a new video game, pouty when Suguru is too busy to play with him, smug whenever he's proven right about something, and cranky when he hasn't had enough sleep.
Those are all the faces that Suguru has come to know and adore ever since the day that Satoru first began living with him. These are the faces that he looks forward to coming home to, because this is their home. The home that they share together, just like they share everything else.
But Satoru doesn't want to be here anymore.
“You don't see why I'm upset?” Satoru quietly asks, hardly above a whisper. “Really?”
It doesn't seem like a trick question, but Suguru still hesitates when he eventually confirms it with a nod.
“Really… but if you would explain it to me–”
“Can you move?”
The sudden request forces Suguru to pause. He continues standing there, staring back into the eyes before him, but he just can't read anything in that blank, emotionless gaze. It's basically impossible.
“Huh?”
“Move,” Satoru repeats a little louder this time. “You're in my way.”
Then, without waiting even a second, he practically shoves Suguru to the side in his haste to reach the front door. Suguru's shoulder hits the wall on the other side of the narrow space and he isn't given any time at all to react to anything. By the time that he recovers from the impact and his mind catches up to him, he turns around just as the door slams shut.
Satoru is gone.
***
That night, once the shock wears off and the anxiety turns into a dull ache in his chest, Suguru comes to the conclusion that Satoru just needs a bit of space. They've been clinging to each other for a while now and it's only natural that they'd run into a hiccup along the way. He just needs time to process his emotions without Suguru hovering over him and making him uncomfortable.
So, Suguru will give him some space.
***
How much fucking space does this guy need?
Suguru's patience is beginning to wear thin. The first couple of days without Satoru was hard enough, but it doesn't get any easier even after an entire week has passed. At the two-week mark, Suguru is fully convinced that he's about to go insane.
He gives in and reaches out first. To no one's surprise, Satoru doesn't reply to any of his texts or calls. At one point, Suguru even considers sending him emails before he realizes that maybe he's become a bit too obsessed over getting a response. He begins to wonder if maybe something bad has happened and that's why Satoru won't reply to him. He won't reply because he can't. Suguru briefly considers going to the police until he gets another idea, just to be sure.
Suguru bribes Shoko into contacting Satoru for him by giving her five packs of sugar-free gum and promising to buy her a round of drinks the next time that they go out together. She calls him a creepy stalker over it, but she doesn't deny his request. Thankfully, Satoru has no qualms replying to her and once the overwhelming relief fades away, Suguru begins to feel bitter. He doesn't like that his messages showing concern for Satoru's safety were completely ignored.
That's just cruel.
Perhaps the worst part about their falling-out is that Suguru has gone back to being alone in the apartment and he hates it. He truly hates coming home to absolute silence and no signs of life. There used to be so much life here in their shared apartment. He used to come home to the sound of video game music and Satoru waiting for him on the sofa, an eager smile on his beautiful face whenever he wanted to show Suguru something funny.
Suguru misses the nights when they'd do laundry together, too. He misses the strolls down to the laundromat that would always take longer than necessary, because they were never in any rush and sometimes Satoru would get distracted by the stray cat who lives in their neighborhood. He misses the conversations they'd have about the most random of topics as they waited for their clothes to finish washing, and he misses the way that they'd exchange sneaky touches if there were other people in the room.
All of that is gone now and Suguru would do anything to get it back.
One night, during an especially low moment of missing Satoru like crazy, Suguru tries to find that porn video of the blue-eyed girl in the white lace panties. Even though he manages, it just isn't the same. He doesn't feel at all horny as he watches her get fucked on the bright screen of his laptop. In fact, he almost starts to get a little bored.
Panic starts to set in. Suguru closes the tab with the porn video and opens up another tab, his fingers temporarily frozen in the air above his keyboard. He tells himself that he just has to do it. He has nothing to lose at this point, so Suguru types in the question that he's had for the past month. He clicks on the first result.
Am I Gay? Quiz
Beads of sweat begin to form along Suguru's brow and he very seriously takes the quiz, giving each question tons of thought. It takes him a full twenty minutes just to answer sixteen questions, but once it's over and he receives the results, Suguru doesn't know how to react.
Congratulations! You might be bisexual.
Huh.
That's interesting.
***
“I think I'm bisexual.”
Standing in front of him wearing just a tank top and pajama shorts, Shoko doesn't react right away to the so-called “grand reveal”. She yawns and rubs at her tired eyes, her lids squinting against the natural light. It looks like she hasn't been awake for long.
“It's seven in the morning,” she finally says, voice groggy and displeased by the sudden visitor outside her front door.
Suguru smiles apologetically. “I know. Sorry. I couldn't sleep much last night and suddenly I was on my way here. Did you hear what I said, though?”
“I did,” she confirms, yawning again. She steps aside to allow Suguru into the apartment, which is almost completely dark in comparison to the outside world. Suguru forgot that she keeps blackout curtains on every single window. No wonder she doesn't get much sun. “You could've called first. I'm kind of busy so you can't stay long, but I'll hear you out. Also, congrats on not being straight.”
“Thanks… I think?” Suguru spins around to face his friend, figuring that they'll just quickly chat in the entryway. He puts his hands on his hips, feeling so revitalized after finally reaching this conclusion. “I'm not sure how I didn't consider it before, but it makes so much sense to me now. Well, kind of. It's hard to say, since Satoru is the only guy that I've… been with, I guess.”
“So? That doesn't really matter,” Shoko says. She still looks like she might fall asleep where she stands, though. “You can still be bisexual without sleeping with even a single dude. Or vice versa, you can like women and still have a preference for men. Who gives a shit? Punch anyone who says they do.”
Suguru nods as he listens to her wisdom, taking it all in. It feels good to finally put a name to what he's been feeling all this time, and it feels even better to no longer be in denial about it. There's still so much about himself that he probably needs to learn, but he can work with this.
“Anyway, what do you plan to do now?” Shoko asks afterwards. “Y’know, since Satoru hates you and all.”
Just like that, Suguru's entire mood and demeanor deflates, his arms falling limp at his sides and his chest beginning to ache.
“Oh… he does? He told you that?”
“No, no. Sorry. Bad joke.” Shoko reaches up and places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, her mouth forming a tired smile. “I thought I'd get revenge for you disturbing me so early.”
Suguru is not impressed. “Wow. You really are heartless.”
“Thanks, I get that a lot.”
Just then, a third person enters the room that Suguru sees out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head to discover some girl that he's never seen before, brown curls tied up into a messy bun and all that she wears is a really oversized t-shirt. She smiles shyly and waves as she awkwardly passes through on her way into the kitchen, at which point Suguru turns his head around to face a very guilty looking Shoko. She noticeably does not make eye contact.
“Ah,” Suguru reacts, lips curling into a teasing grin. “I see how it is. You really are busy.”
“Exactly,” Shoko confirms. She clears her throat and opens the front door, hasty in her plan to get rid of him now. “I'll catch up with you later, though. I want all the details on how you're gonna get Satoru to like your sorry ass again, okay?”
Suguru nods, agreeing. “Sure, but only if you give me the details of this.”
“Bye, Suguru.”
She promptly shuts the door in his face. That's fine, Suguru has plenty of his own issues to deal with now so he's going to be just as busy.
Hopefully.
***
Somehow, Suguru doesn't have to go searching for Satoru, because Satoru comes to him.
Actually, he comes to the apartment. On the same morning that Suguru leaves Shoko's place and wanders back home to think of a plan, he finds Satoru standing right outside of the apartment building. The useless organ in Suguru's chest immediately reacts to seeing him, thumping away at the speed of light. Satoru doesn't notice him right away. He's too busy staring up at the building with a forlorn expression on his face, like he's yearning for something that he lost but can't have back. Suguru is just relieved to see any expression at all, he's still haunted by the blank look on Satoru's face the day that he walked out and never came back.
But he is back. He's standing right there and Suguru could almost cry from how badly he wants to hold him.
“Satoru,” Suguru calls out to him, not wanting to waste time and lose this chance. He's already wasted enough time as it is.
Startled to hear his own name, Satoru turns in the direction of that familiar voice as Suguru immediately jogs over to him. Now, the expression on Satoru's face shows him in fight-or-flight mode. He's completely frozen, obviously not expecting to get caught. Suguru will take advantage of this moment while he can.
“You're here,” Suguru says, sighing with relief. His face betrays him as the biggest, most joyful grin spreads along his face. “You finally came back.”
“Um, I was just…” Satoru doesn't finish that statement right away, his wide eyes shifting back and forth between Suguru and the apartment. He looks like he might panic. “I mean, I live here, too! My stuff is here. I was… coming to get some things, yeah, because I need them. Never mind, though. I don't need them that badly, so I'm leaving now.”
At the end of his nervous rambling, Satoru spins on his heels and starts to walk off in the opposite direction, ultimately choosing flight instead. Now Suguru is the one who starts to panic as he stares at Satoru's retreating back. If he allows Satoru to leave, who knows when they'll ever cross paths again? The day that Satoru finally decides to just move out and leave him for good?
No, Suguru refuses to let that happen.
It's his instincts that force him to move as well. Before he knows it, he's reaching out to grab hold of Satoru's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Satoru nearly stumbles as he snatches his hand away and spins back around to presumably tell Suguru to fuck off. Before the words can leave his lips, Suguru does the first thing that he can think of. He drops down onto his hands and knees and bows his head towards the cement, prostrating himself right before the man who's probably the love of his life.
“Satoru, I'm sorry.”
“Wait– huh– what the fuck?”
Suguru keeps his head down. It doesn't matter to him that he's doing something so humiliating in public or that he doesn't have even the slightest clue of what to say, he'll say and do anything to get Satoru to stay. He needs Satoru to listen to him.
“I'm really sorry,” Suguru repeats. “I should have just… talked to you about what I was feeling instead of trying to avoid you like an idiot because I was scared. It was stupid. I messed up. I finally get it now, why you were so upset… probably because you trusted me, right? To come to you and communicate those feelings. But… I didn't.”
“Suguru, that's— can you get up? Please. People are staring.”
Ignoring the request, Suguru continues his apology.
“I figured it out while you were gone, by the way. I'm not straight and I do like you, I like you so fucking much that it makes me feel insane sometimes, and I don't just mean the sex. Sex with you is great, obviously, but I really just miss you and I'm sorry, but I'm too selfish to give up on you that easily. I want us to live together again, play video games and do laundry together like we used to. Can you believe that? I miss doing laundry with you, Satoru. And I want to cook dinner for you and watch the look on your face when you eat it, and then we'll walk over to FamilyMart because you always want to eat that stupid pudding, and—”
Something suddenly grabs the back of his shirt and yanks him up from the ground. Suguru doesn't get a single moment to recover from the shock. Satoru still has a tight hold on the shirt as he practically drags Suguru away from the sidewalk and over to the narrow alleyway along the side of their apartment building. He only releases the shirt in order to shove Suguru against the wall, and for a second, Suguru wonders if he's about to be beaten. However, there's no trace of anger that he can find on Satoru's face. Only a bright red blush, as red as a tomato, that spreads from his cheeks to his ears and even down to his neck.
Oh, he's embarrassed.
“You… goddamn idiot,” Satoru whines, because yes, it definitely comes out as whiny as can be. He's got a fistful of Suguru's shirt again, clenching the front of it like he means to hit him, but it never comes. “Fine, I'll talk to you! Just… never do that again, okay? I'll really beat the shit out of you if… if you ever do that again. God. You're so cringe.”
Suguru resists the urge to tell him that still saying cringe is cringe. He doesn't feel like getting punched today, so instead of testing the limits of Satoru's patience, he obediently nods his head.
“Yeah, that's fair. My bad.”
With one final glare of warning, Satoru releases his shirt at last. He also takes a step back when he realizes that he's basically pinning Suguru against the wall, which is sure to get even more attention if anyone were to walk by. Even so, Suguru misses his touch once it's gone. It's far too long since he has felt Satoru's warmth, he doesn't know how he's managed to survive this long without it.
Satoru clears his throat and says, “I listened to you, so you'll listen to me now, okay?”
Suguru readily nods again. “Okay.”
“So, uh… I wanted to say that… I'm really sorry, too,” he mumbles, and the sudden apology takes Suguru by surprise. He almost interrupts, but Satoru adds, “It's not just your fault, I was being kind of stupid and… I could have talked to you, too, about how I was feeling. But I didn't, because I liked how things were and I didn't wanna mess it up by telling you I had… fallen for you.”
Oh.
This is not what Suguru expects to hear. The little confession sends tingles all down his spine and he hopes and prays that Satoru still feels this way. Oh, he wants to be with Satoru so bad. He realizes now that he wants Satoru more than he's ever wanted anyone else before, and this desire is almost suffocating.
“I can be a bit… overbearing sometimes, I think,” Satoru quietly continues. “That's what my ex told me, that I'm too needy and high maintenance. So, that's why I didn't want to say anything first. I didn't want to risk pushing you away, too…”
“Fuck that guy,” Suguru says, interrupting for the first time because he just can't stand to hear such a thing. “He sucks. I hate him. Anyway, you can't push me away because I like being needed by you. I like taking care of you, too, and… I wanna be able to do that again. Would you let me?”
Satoru stares down at the ground, apparently feeling too shy now as he listens to those words. He also seems hesitant to say anything right away, and that's fair. It'll probably take some time for him to reopen his heart and trust Suguru with it again. Suguru won't push him to decide so soon, but he hopes that he can make the process easier.
He reaches out and takes Satoru's hands into his own. Only then does Satoru look up at him, glossy eyes so pretty and lovable. Nothing could ever compare.
“I'll prove it to you,” Suguru declares. He conveys his confidence with a warm smile. “We can start over as friends, if you want. We can hang out in the apartment and do the things that we used to do before… all of this. Then, once you're ready, I'd really love to take you on a date. How does that sound?”
This time, Satoru doesn't seem to hesitate at all. He mirrors Suguru's smile with one of his own, bright and full of life. It's so hard to resist kissing him, but Suguru will be patient. He'll wait as long as he has to.
Finally, Satoru answers him with: “I'm hungry.”
Suguru stares back at him, still smiling even as the confusion sets in. That doesn't actually answer Suguru's questions at all, so he's not sure what to say or how that's relevant. Luckily, Satoru decides to make it a little easier for him.
“I said I'm hungry. So, what are you going to do about that?”
Ah, right.
Of course the first thing that he wants is for Suguru to spoil him. Good to see that he's returning to his normal self, then. And true to his word, Suguru would be more than happy to do just that.
“Okay, okay. What do you feel like having? I'll buy you anything that you want.”
“KFC,” Satoru answers instantly. He almost sounds too excited now. “I've been craving it all week.”
How typical. Suguru absolutely adores him.
“KFC it is, then.”
***
Everything is exactly the same, except for the things that aren't.
Coming home to a lively apartment and the sound of Satoru's voice just feels so right. Being with him feels right. Suguru won't take a single moment with him for granted.
The only challenging part is keeping his hands to himself and resisting the very real urge to kiss Satoru senseless. Ever since Satoru returns to living just down the hallway, Suguru is constantly faced with seeing him in comfy pajamas made of the thinnest material, because it's the height of summer and every day in the heat is a struggle. What's even worse than the heat is knowing that Satoru is wearing panties, but Suguru isn't able to see said panties.
Suguru is stronger than this. He's resilient. He's positive that he'd be able to go months without being intimate with Satoru the way that they were before. It wouldn't be easy, but it also wouldn't be impossible. Mostly, he's just happy to have Satoru at home again where he belongs. Their home that they share together, just like they share everything else.
Even so, Suguru won't pretend that he isn't absolutely ecstatic the day that Satoru comes to him and says, “Let's go on that date.”
So, they go on a date.
Suguru takes him to a cute cafe that he'd seen online, one whose interior is pastel themed and has an extensive dessert menu. Satoru orders four different flavors of puddings just to try them out and he makes Suguru try them as well. They accidentally stay until closing time, too caught up in their own conversation, and then they slowly make the journey back to the apartment, still talking and laughing and teasing each other along the way.
Of course, they stop by the FamilyMart just around the corner from the apartment for strawberry milk and the infamous vanilla souffle pudding, because Satoru insists that he needs it for tomorrow. As always, Suguru lets him do as he pleases. He'll never grow tired of spoiling Satoru, he's sure of it.
“It's too hot, I should've gotten a popsicle while we were at FamilyMart,” Satoru whines after they make it into the apartment. He nearly pops a button off his top as he flings it from his body, leaving him in just the undershirt. “We need to go back to the beach before classes start up again. I still wanna learn how to surf.”
Suguru laughs as he follows Satoru into the living room. “Aircon is still on, you'll be fine. But hey, maybe we can take a trip to the beach for the second date. Would you want to?”
“Yes,” Satoru answers immediately. “Swear that you'll take me.”
“Alright, I swear.”
“Good.”
They grin at each other like the couple of fools that they are, and nothing else is said on the matter. They succumb to a silence that's only the tiniest bit awkward, neither of them sure what to say or how to officially end their little date. It probably only feels weird because they live in the same place. They can't really say goodbye to each other, but they can still say goodnight, so that's what Suguru will attempt to do.
“So… what do you plan to do now?” he asks, ignoring the nervous tingling in his chest.
Satoru hums before answering, “I might take a cold shower and sleep early, since I'm kind of tired.”
“Oh, good idea. I'll take one after you, then.”
“Cool, that works.”
More silence. Satoru's eyes wander around the entire room simply so that he won't have to look at Suguru and it feels rather anticlimactic to end the night like this, but Suguru doesn't want to push his luck. This was only their first date, after all, First dates are meant to be awkward, even if you've been roommates over half a year who also became friends with benefits at one point.
Still, even the awkward moments are worth cherishing.
In the end, Satoru is the one who gives in first.
“Okay, I'm going now. This is too awkward.”
Suguru can't help but laugh. “Wow, did you have to say it out loud?”
“Yes! I hate it, it's agonizing. Let's just say goodnight for now.” To make matters worse, Satoru very seriously extends a hand towards Suguru as if they've just finished making a business deal and need to shake on it. “See you in the morning?”
Suguru stares down at the hand in front of him. He is not going to give his date a fucking handshake. That's just too much. Another idea comes to him suddenly and he decides to go with that instead, because Satoru is still his date and not a business partner.
Taking that hand into his own, Suguru brings it to his lips and kisses the soft skin over Satoru's knuckles. He anticipates the way that Satoru flinches at the sudden display of affection, but he doesn't pull his hand away. It's such a small step in the right direction, but Suguru is relieved for that.
“See you in the morning,” Suguru repeats back, smiling now because he just can't help himself. “Sleep well, Satoru.”
“Oh… okay.”
Satoru doesn't move a muscle until Suguru releases his hand. Then, it almost seems like he doesn't want to go at all, but he eventually forces himself to turn around and walk in the opposite direction, down the hall and to his bedroom. Suguru waits until he hears the door click shut before silently celebrating a successful first date.
On the next date, maybe he'll ask to kiss Satoru on the lips instead.
***
In the middle of the night, Suguru receives a visitor.
“Hey… Suguru…”
The hand gently shaking his shoulder is what awakens him at last. Suguru opens his eyes to a pair of shocking blue staring right back at him, almost startling him until he realizes that it's just Satoru. But Satoru has come into his bedroom and is waking him up in the middle of the night, and once that detail settles in Suguru's sleepy brain, he immediately sits up in bed, suddenly alert.
Something must be wrong.
“What happened?” he asks, reaching blindly to turn on the small lamp on his nightstand. He feels only slight relief now that he can see the rest of Satoru, who sits at the edge of Suguru's bed in just a really oversized shirt. “Are you okay?”
Satoru exhales a shaky breath. He doesn't answer right away, too focused on nervously playing with the hem of the shirt that he's wearing and avoiding eye contact. It's been at least a few hours since they said goodnight to each other after their first date. Suguru remembers hearing only small, familiar sounds around the apartment, namely Satoru moving around in the bathroom before he had retired in his bedroom for the night.
It's been silent since then. Peaceful. Suguru went to sleep while mentally planning out their second date in his mind, and that's the last thing that he remembers. He wonders why Satoru is here now, sitting at the edge of his bed and looking anxious.
“I'm fine, just… I couldn't sleep, and…” Satoru starts and stops a couple of times, unable to find the right words. The most important thing is that he's safe and unharmed, so Suguru waits for him to gather his thoughts. What Satoru eventually says is, “I'm just tired of this.”
Initially confused by those words, Suguru only stares at him, frowning. He immediately assumes the worst, given that whatever it is, it's bad enough to bring him into Suguru's bedroom at an unknown hour.
“Oh,” Suguru reacts, suddenly nervous now. He hopes that Satoru isn't talking about them. “Tired of what…?”
“Like… this,” Satoru begins to explain, his hand gesturing between the two of them and oh, no. Suguru's heart begins to sink. “I know that we were trying to start over and be normal with each other, but I… can't take this anymore. I miss you too much and it fucking sucks, I can't even properly get off without you touching me and… I don't know. I don't want to pretend anymore, it's too hard.”
What?
“What?” Suguru repeats out loud this time, his hands coming up to rub the sleep from his eyes and he wishes he could do the same with his ears.
That was so much and all at once.
“You're really gonna make me repeat all that? It's… embarrassing,” Satoru mumbles. He squeezes his hands in between his milky thighs illuminated by the warm light of the lamp, and he stares down at his feet as he speaks. “I said I miss you. I don't want to hold back anymore. And I… I need you to fuck me again or I might just die before summer is over.”
As Suguru listens to all of this, his eyes widen further the more that Satoru confesses. Now, he's not sure what to say to all of that. It almost sounds too good to be true. Satoru has been wanting him, craving him all this time? Suguru has been doing his best to hold back, resisting every feral urge that comes to his mind just to avoid pressuring Satoru into taking their relationship to that level again. He never wanted to make Satoru uncomfortable or anything of the sort.
However, the way that Satoru speaks about it tonight, he sounds absolutely deprived.
This isn't good. Suguru has to fix this.
“Sorry… I realize now how crazy it is that I came in here and woke you up just for that,” Satoru begins with a dejected sigh. He finally looks at Suguru. “If you're too tired–”
He's interrupted by Suguru's warm hand gently cupping the side of his face, then Suguru leans forward and kisses him right on the lips. Screw it, Suguru thinks. They don't have to wait until the second date to do this, any of this. They're here together, right now in this moment, and Satoru is practically begging Suguru to fuck him.
So, that's exactly what Suguru will do.
Suguru has missed this dearly. He has missed the feeling of Satoru's hands clenched tightly in his hair while Suguru eats his pussy. He's missed the feeling of his fingers buried in that wet heat, walls sucking him in deeper, clamping down like they don't plan to ever let him go. Suguru has especially missed the taste of Satoru on his tongue as he licks between his folds and teases his clit, eager to please his lover better than anyone else ever has.
He can't believe that he finally gets to have this again. All of this.
Satoru's pussy is better than heaven itself.
No, it is heaven.
“S-Suguru!” Satoru cries out at the top of his lungs. They haven't been going at it for too long, but his voice is already so raw from overuse. It's too sexy. He's too sexy. “Right there, right there, fuck, I… I'm coming again…”
“Oh, yeah?” Suguru fucks his fingers faster, loving all the wet sounds that cunt is making as he thrusts in and out. His other hand tightens its grip on Satoru's thigh. “Show me, then. Let me see it…”
As if on cue, Satoru comes right then and there. His entire body shakes with it as always, thighs clamping shut around Suguru's head and squeezing tightly. Suguru groans with his mouth still pressed to Satoru's cunt, getting soaked by it. This is always his favorite part. He can never get enough of Satoru coming all over him. It truly is his weakness.
By the time that Satoru's thighs loosen their grip, Suguru's head is almost sore from the pressure. He can't get enough of this part, either. He leans up onto his knees to admire his work, while the slick from that pretty cunt drips down his chest and abs. Satoru looks like his mind has drifted off into another world. He's got the dopiest grin on his face, his gorgeous eyes unfocused and his body still trembling a little.
Shit.
Suguru really loves him.
He leans down again to capture Satoru's lips with his own, kissing him. Satoru immediately reciprocates, humming against Suguru's mouth as his hands tangle in Suguru's hair again. Kissing Satoru like this has also become one of Suguru's favorite parts, because they never used to kiss on the mouth when they were just hooking up. It's like they subconsciously avoided it because they knew how addicting it would become, and how it would finalize their feelings for each other.
Now, kissing Satoru is an absolute must. Suguru can't get enough of it, the slide of that warm tongue against his own and how Satoru just loves to tease him by tugging on his bottom lip. It truly is addictive. Suguru never wants to kiss anyone else.
When they separate from the intense kiss, a string of saliva still connects their lips and Suguru gazes into a pair of eyes that stare back into his own. He'll give Satoru the world if he asks for it.
“Get rid of this,” Satoru suddenly demands. His hands have shifted down to Suguru's crotch now, where he desperately tugs at the waistband of Suguru's boxers, his mouth forming a pout now. “Take it off. You gotta fuck me, hurry…”
“Jesus. It's like you're twice as bossy as before,” Suguru teases, but he loves that Satoru is so needy for his cock. It's cute. “Did you think about me? When you were trying to get off.”
He hears it when Satoru gulps. “Yeah… I did, but it didn't work. My fingers weren't enough. I need the real you, so put your fucking dick in me already.”
Though Suguru laughs in his face, he follows the command and shoves his boxers down enough to free his heavy cock. He can't be bothered to remove them completely and that's fine, Satoru would probably whine and cry about it if Suguru separated from him right now.
“What did you think about specifically?” Suguru asks. He grabs one of Satoru's legs and hooks it over his shoulder as he simultaneously positions his cock right before Satoru's wet cunt. He doesn't enter him, though. He teases the clit with his tip, saying, “Tell me what you thought about… I wanna know.”
Satoru watches him the whole time, eyes glued to the sight of that cock right where he wants it, yet still so far away. The petulant whine that makes its way up his throat reveals just how desperate he is. He even rocks his hips towards it, attempting to shove Suguru's cock into his pussy by force, but he fails. Suguru still has a tight grip on his leg, holding him in place.
“Not yet. What did you think about?” Suguru repeats.
This time, Satoru instantly gives in. “I-I thought about the last time that we had sex… when we stayed in that place by the beach and you fucked me so good, and then you…”
He trails off with a low, eager moan as Suguru finally begins to enter him, cock spreading the folds of his cunt for the first time in ages. It feels just as intense for Suguru. He's missed this tight, wet heat engulfing his cock, welcoming him like he belongs there—because he does. This pussy still belongs to him and only him. No one else.
“And then I what?” he asks, urging Satoru to continue the story. Despite how badly he wants to thrust all the way in and pound Satoru into the mattress, he pauses and waits for Satoru to finish.
Meanwhile, Satoru almost gets completely lost in the feeling. Being partially filled is still not enough, though. He wants to feel that cock deep in his womb, so he forces the next words from his quivering lips.
“Then, y-you came inside of me and it was… and I…”
Suguru has had enough of the teasing. He can't hold back any longer. All of a sudden, he thrusts his hips forward and buries his cock deep into Satoru in one go, his lover gasping beneath him from suddenly being filled to the brim. Suguru doesn't stop there either. He braces himself with a firm hand on Satoru's hip, the other hand tightly gripping the headboard as he begins fucking that wet heat at a near brutal pace.
It's been way too long.
He needed this.
“Oh, fuck,” Satoru curses, his head thrown back into the pillow as he lays there and takes it. “Ah, Sugu… wait, s-slow down…”
“I missed you,” Suguru gasps. He buries his face in Satoru's sweaty neck, kissing the skin there, his hips still desperately snapping forward. Satoru just feels too damn good around him, it's driving him crazy. “Missed you so fucking much, Satoru, you have no idea… I missed this, too. Fuck, I love it. Love you.”
Maybe it makes him a sleaze for saying that for the first time during sex, but Suguru can't contain it any longer. Something about being inside of Satoru makes him feel like he's losing his mind. At least he isn't the only one, since Satoru's sweet moans get even louder, breathier, and he blabbers about loving Suguru so much, too. His words are barely coherent, but Suguru understands. Of course, he does. He feels the exact same way.
But it really has been too long. The pressure in his lower belly is building up too quickly, threatening to overwhelm him with each and every thrust into Satoru's perfect pussy. Suguru won't last much longer than this, he knows.
“You… you have to come inside,” Satoru demands. He clings to Suguru with every limb to keep him close, repeating, “You have to.”
And that's just silly. Suguru is smiling as he lifts his head from Satoru's neck to gaze down into his glossy eyes instead.
“Mmm, I already planned to, love.” He presses a gentle kiss to Satoru's plump lips, a stark contrast to the harsh movements of his hips. “Don't I always fill you up? Hm?”
Satoru responds with an eager nod and just knowing that he'll get what wants puts the brightest grin on his flushed face. He doesn't have to wait for long, either.
“Ready for it?” Suguru asks, breathless from all the exertion. His head feels dizzy at this point but he keeps going, unwilling to stop for even a second.
“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Satoru answers, fingernails digging into the skin of Suguru's back. He inclines his neck forward to moan into Suguru's ear. “Come, Suguru… come in my pussy, let me feel it…”
Suguru gives him what he wants, pressing forward as deep as his cock will go and releasing hot cum right into Satoru’s cervix. Satoru's back arches from the mattress as he comes at the same time, his slick leaking all over Suguru and the sheets beneath them, forming a small puddle.
Looks like they'll have to do laundry in the morning.
***
Two weeks later
“Keep your eyes closed, and no peeking!”
Suguru smiles while listening to the bossy tone from across the room. He's lying on his back on Satoru's bed and his face is directed towards the ceiling, his hands covering both of his eyes, so how is he supposed to peek so easily? There's no point in peeking, anyway. He knows that he'll like whatever it is that Satoru has planned to surprise him with. He'll wait patiently for as long as he must.
“You've said that, like, five times already,” Suguru points out. “Are you almost ready? The anticipation is killing me.”
There's a bit more movement before he gets an answer, quick footsteps and the sound of plastic being tossed to the side somewhere. Suguru really has no idea what to expect. All that he knows is that a package Satoru has been waiting for finally arrived at the apartment this afternoon. Satoru had grabbed the box with one hand and tugged Suguru with the other, forcing him to participate in whatever this is. He was adamant about it being a surprise, though, so Suguru has been on the bed with his eyes squeezed shut for several minutes now.
“Okay, I'm ready!” Satoru announces at last. “You can open your eyes now. Oh, and if you laugh, I'm kicking you in the balls.”
Well, that makes Suguru a little nervous, but he's curious now. He has to go through with it. He quickly sits up and drops his hands to the bed, his eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the light in the room after having them closed for so long. Then, his jaw drops open.
Satoru stands in the middle of the room wearing what appears to be a full lingerie set. White sheer tights cover his legs and end at the top of his thighs, where a garter belt rests to keep the tights in place. His panties are also white, but they're puffy and made of soft material; and as always, there's that little blue bow on the front near the waistband. Lastly, he's also wearing a white bralette to match the panties, that same soft and puffy material resting against his chest. What's most noticeable is the addition of a character's face at the front of the bralette, two blue eyes and a pink blush along the cheeks. Two white ears stick out from the straps, completing the look.
It's that same bunny-dog that Satoru seems to like so much, the really cute one that can be found on some of his other panties. However, there's nothing cute about the way that Suguru’s dick twitches in his sweatpants.
“Wow,” he reacts, unsure of what to say. He never expected the surprise to be lingerie, for fuck's sake. He stares at Satoru's perfect body, unblinking. “You really like that bunny, huh?”
Satoru's brows furrowed in confusion for just a moment, and then he's cackling with his head tossed back.
“Cinnamoroll isn't a bunny, you dingus. He's a puppy! You didn't know that this whole time?”
Suguru can only respond with a shrug. He couldn't care less about the species of some cartoon animal. Right now, he's thinking of which position he'd like to take Satoru first. Doggy style? Mating press? Maybe a little reverse cowgirl action? The possibilities are endless.
“So?” Satoru slowly approaches the bed, long legs crossing over the other one by one until he's standing right in front of Suguru. He's still grinning as he looks down at his stunned boyfriend and asks, “What do you think? Sexy? Or still too cute?”
Suguru isn't in the right headspace to even consider the question being asked right now. He reaches forward to teasingly hook a finger into the waistband of those fluffy panties, his other hand automatically grabbing at Satoru's hip.
He asks, licking his lips, “Are they machine washable?”
Satoru laughs again as he straddles Suguru's lap.
“I guess we'll find out.”