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Suguru isn’t sure why he’s even surprised.
It’s not like he expected Satoru to dress in something normal, after all. When he told Suguru that he wanted to keep his costume a secret until the last moment, Suguru just assumed that it was going to be an elaborate pirate getup that he’d put together or, at most, some schoolgirl uniform with a skirt that barely reaches past his ass. Considering Suguru is going to the party dressed as something between a punk rockstar and a goth, maybe Satoru had arranged to wear a complimentary outfit that’s related.
Whatever Suguru thought, it wasn’t this.
A very small amount of things can genuinely take away Suguru’s ability to breathe, but the list gets longer the moment Satoru steps out of their bathroom to finally reveal his secret.
Satoru’s long, pale legs are hugged by thin fishnets. Suguru’s eyes follow them up until they end at his hips, where a tight black body piece perfectly accentuates his curvy waist and spreads out again once it reaches halfway up his chest. The rest is bare save for a black choker around Satoru’s pretty neck, decorated with a white bow at the front. And, to top it all off, a pair of bunny ears sit neatly on Satoru’s head, snowy locks hiding most of the headband.
Suguru’s not sure how long he’s sitting there just staring, but by the time he comes back to reality, Satoru is laughing and waving a hand in front of his face. His phone is long forgotten in his hands, a half-finished message to Shoko waiting to be sent.
“What do you think?” Satoru asks. He steps back to do a little twirl and Suguru swears he blacks out for a moment when he sees how the fishnets curve around Satoru’s perfect ass, stopping just below where a little cotton ball sits, resembling a tail. Suguru’s mind seems to be short-circuiting because he can’t put even a few words together to make a coherent sentence or close his jaw. “I guess you don’t have to say anything when I can clearly see that you like it. I’m flattered, baby.”
Suguru blinks, then looks down at himself. Surely enough, the black jeans he’s wearing are being forced to accommodate Suguru’s eager erection. He should be embarrassed for getting hard so quickly but, frankly, with Satoru standing in front of him looking so unfairly sexy, he thinks he gets a pass this time.
Mouth dry, Suguru gets up from the couch and slowly approaches his boyfriend. “Was this the surprise?”
Satoru clasps his hands behind his back and twists from side to side with a cheeky smile on his face. His lips are glossy, shining from the chapstick he must have applied before this. “Yeah, maybe. Seriously, what do you think?”
“What do I think?” Suguru grasps Satoru’s waist in his hands and pushes him back against the wall. He leans down slightly to mouth at the shell of his ear, the curve of his jaw, the sensitive skin right below his earlobe that makes him gasp so prettily. “I think we should skip the party and just fuck all night. Fuck, you are insanely hot.”
Satoru laughs softly in his ear, though Suguru can detect the quiver in it as his hands travel back to Satoru’s exposed ass and squeeze. “Suguru, baby, we’ve been planning for this party for ages. Plus, look how good you look.” Satoru feels at Suguru’s bare, toned arms that aren’t covered by his ripped tank top, the front a graphic image of a skull.
“How do you expect me to care about the party when you look like this? You think I’d want anybody to see you walking around with your ass out?” Suguru grinds their hips together and bites his lip to suppress moaning right into Satoru’s ear. Despite what he’s saying, he knows they have to go—their friends are waiting, after all.
“Mm, I promise once we get back we can do whatever you want,” Satoru whispers, tilting his head to the side to make it easier for Suguru to suck on the skin right above his choker. Suguru smiles as he slots his knee in between Satoru’s legs and moves it up, listening to Satoru’s beautiful whines. “Suguru, come on, don’t-don’t do this…you can’t tease me…”
“So, it’s fair if you do it to me all night, hm? Fuck, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”
Satoru doesn’t get the chance to reply. Suguru captures his shining lips with his own and grinds his leg up at the same time, making Satoru moan into the kiss. It quickly becomes desperate, tongues sliding against one another and teeth clashing in a familiar chaotic rhythm. Suguru can’t get enough; Satoru has been in this costume for about five minutes and he’s already so worked up by it that he considers tearing everything right off and taking what he craves. His hands slide up and down Satoru’s body as he kisses with fervour, not allowing more than a second or two to catch their breaths before he dives back in.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Toru,” he whispers between kisses. “Please, let’s just stay home and fuck. I can’t-I need to.”
“If you keep talking like that, I might actually say yes, shit.” Satoru leans his head back on the wall as he pants, looking at Suguru through half-lidded eyes with an expression that Suguru wants to recreate in their bed. “We-we gotta go. Come on. We’re already running late.”
Suguru sighs and cards his fingers through Satoru’s hair a few times, admiring the way the bunny ears sit so nicely on his head. “You’re right. Sorry, I just-I couldn’t help myself. You look incredible.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.” Satoru grins when Suguru slaps his cheek gently and follows it up with a quick peck. “Okay, I’ll go get myself back together. We leave in two minutes.”
They end up leaving in eleven minutes instead of two because every time Suguru looks back at Satoru and sees the fishnets pulling over his legs and ass, the body suit hugging his waist snuggly, the choker around his neck resembling a collar, the progress he’d made with getting rid of his erection is undone. It’s only when Satoru wraps himself up in a trench coat that he’s finally able to get it under control, though he still debates grabbing Satoru by the hair and dragging him into their bedroom instead of going anywhere.
During the drive, Satoru babbles about advancements he made in Digimon World earlier and how irritating his manager was at work yesterday and how he’s looking forward to the new season of Alice in Borderland, but Suguru is barely listening. It’s not that he’s not interested, no, it’s just he can’t get his mind off how unreal his boyfriend looks, something straight off the cover of a porn magazine. It’s so good that other people will definitely be looking at him, which means that Suguru will have to keep an eye on him all night so that nobody gets any ideas but if he does, then he’ll be holding himself back from just shoving him against the nearest wall at all times and he’s pretty sure he’ll pass out from the anticipation long before Satoru wants to leave, so—
“Baby, you okay?”
Suguru glances briefly at Satoru in the passenger seat. He makes an effort not to let his eyes trail down to where his legs are exposed and stretched out in front of him, showing off the fishnet pattern surrounding them. “Yeah, yeah, sorry, just…a little distracted.”
“Hm.” A pause follows, but then suddenly, Satoru is twisting in his seat and leaning over the diving central console. His hand instantly slides under Suguru's tank top and inches down, spreading tingles and goosebumps in every direction every second. “Did you like my costume that much?”
Suguru swallows thickly as Satoru starts trailing wet kisses up his arm, then his shoulder, then to the junction with his neck. “I’m driving, Satoru.”
“So? Just focus.”
“You’re such a fucking brat.” Satoru’s teeth gently sink into Suguru’s tender skin while his right hand palms Suguru’s cock through his jeans.
“Yeah, but you love it, don’t you?” Satoru whispers. “Too bad you can’t do anything about it until we get home.”
Suguru grips the steering wheel harder, knuckles going white. If it was up to him, he’d pull over on this highway right now and fuck Satoru’s brains out in the backseat until he’s crying and apologizing for being such a pain in the ass.
“Hands off, Satoru, unless you want me to turn this car around and go back home.”
Satoru giggles and retracts his whole body to settle back in the passenger seat, leaving Suguru a mess of buzzing neurons and hazy thoughts and unfulfilled desires. Maybe he’ll be able to convince Satoru to stay for only about an hour. An hour should be good enough, right? They’ll see their friends and have a drink or two and dance and then head back. Yeah, that’ll be good. An hour. He just has to last an hour.
“That outfit looks so fucking good on you, Suguru, you know that?”
“Yeah, you think so?”
“You have no idea. You own the look. I’m going to have the hottest guy at the whole party as my boyfriend.”
Suguru smiles, his chest tightening at Satoru’s sweet words. He’s so lucky. Satoru is intelligent and handsome and thoughtful and so much more, everything that Suguru has ever wanted or needed. He reminds Suguru every single day why he’s the love of his life. That fact makes Suguru want to put his hands on him so much more; the raw craving he has to claim Satoru is unmatched, approaching something primal and instinctive.
“You’re the sweetest, baby. I’m so lucky to have you.”
Once they arrive and find a spot to park, Suguru turns off the engine and Satoru immediately shrugs the trench coat off his broad shoulders. It’s like seeing him for the first time all over again; the rush that shoots through Suguru is insatiable, begging him to climb overtop Satoru right this second and take him.
They walk down the street to the house hand in hand, Satoru’s short heels clacking against the concrete with every step. Suguru had to look away when Satoru was putting them on back at home because it would have just made them two extra minutes behind and they really had to get out of the apartment.
When they reach the narrow pathway that leads up to the front of the house holding the party, Suguru lets Satoru walk a few paces ahead of him. He doesn’t even try to look away from Satoru’s ass, clenching his jaw as he watches it swish back and forth with the preciseness of a model. The bunny ears on his head bounce up and down slightly as he walks, somehow adding even more to the breathtaking image.
Suguru can’t help but smile when they reach the house and the people sitting outside glue their eyes to him and Satoru as they pass. Conversations lull, a few heads follow them in. Maybe other people would be jealous that strangers are going to be gawking at their boyfriend the entire night, but Suguru is just proud to be coming here with such a shining star. Satoru is bold and loud and vibrant and the embodiment of everything beautiful. On top of it all, Satoru is his. He may act like a bit of an attention whore from time to time, but Suguru knows he’ll always come back to him, his one and only.
Inside the house, loud bass music rattles the walls and floors. Heat envelops them immediately from the countless people already wandering around or dancing. Suguru walks right behind Satoru, hands loosely holding his waist and trying not to black out every time Satoru’s ass brushes gently against his groin. It’s almost as if Satoru is doing it on purpose with how often it’s happening.
They find Shoko, Utahime, and Kento in the kitchen as they’re tossing back a shot of some clear liquid. Suguru ignores the numerous stares pointed right in their direction and instead joins them at the counter, one hand resting on Satoru’s lower back.
“Holy shit, you guys look amazing!” Utahime exclaims, her expression still contorting into one of disgust from whatever was in that shot.
“Says you!” Satoru screams back over the music.
Kento is dressed as a devil, horns and dark suit and all, and Shoko and Utahime are adorned in white to represent angels. Fluffy wings hang off their backs and halos rest over their heads.
“I can’t believe you actually did it, Satoru,” Shoko says while covering her face and laughing. “I thought you were joking when you told me about this.”
Suguru frowns. “You knew?”
“Oh, yeah, totally. I had to keep it a secret, though, for obvious reasons. What do you think?”
“You should have seen his face,” Satoru says with a wide grin. Suguru glides his hand up the middle of Satoru’s back and then down again to trail gently along the curve of his ass. Usually, he wouldn’t be so touchy in such a public place. Satoru is the one who holds no regard for social rules or other people’s comfort, making out on trains or saying sensitive things in the worst places just because he wants to. Now, however, Suguru barely feels the inclination inside of himself to hold back. Satoru has shoved him all the way to his limits by barely doing anything at all.
“Can’t believe the girls dragged you to this party, Ken,” Suguru comments.
The man in question rolls his eyes. “Barely. They promised me free convenience store snacks for a month, so they better hold true to that promise.”
“Oh, shush, Ken.” Utahime stuffs a handful of chips into her mouth that she’d grabbed from one of the many bowls on the counter. “This will be fun, just wait.”
Satoru grabs the bottle of vodka and pours himself a generous shot. He offers one to Suguru, but he waves it off. Not only is he driving, but he’d rather be completely sober to keep an eye on Satoru. It’s not that Satoru can’t take care of himself; rather, it gives Suguru peace of mind knowing he’s there to protect him in case anything happens and he’s needed.
Once Satoru takes his shot, they maneuver into the room where people are dancing. Whoever owns this house is rich because all the rooms are spacious with high ceilings; there’s no usual feeling of stuffiness that parties tend to have. Or, maybe it’s the fact that Satoru is stealing every little shred of Suguru’s attention away and nothing else has any sort of significance.
The moment they join the crowd, Suguru learns what it’s like to fall in love all over again. He slides his hands around Satoru’s waist and smiles along with him as they move together to the music. Dancing with Satoru feels like gliding smoothly through clear, warm waters. It’s never boring, either—one moment, he’ll be jumping up and down to some old song he knows all the lyrics to and the next, he’s pressing himself up against Suguru and shoving his tongue in Suguru’s mouth to a sensual melody. Suguru can’t stop fucking staring; he’s pretty sure his eyes don’t leave Satoru for an hour straight, if not more.
Two, three, four shots in and Satoru starts showing the effects. He’s always been a lightweight but all the exciting activity is getting that alcohol through him even faster than normal. Alongside, Suguru is falling deeper and deeper into his desires. With every excruciating minute that ticks by, he has to fight to not take Satoru by the hand and get him out of this house so they can be somewhere private.
He doesn’t say anything for a while, but then Satoru turns around during a slower song and bends forward slightly and grinds his ass straight into Suguru’s groin and he just—
“Baby,” Suguru mutters under his breath. He places his hands on Satoru’s hips and lets himself enjoy the spectacular view for just a moment before forcing Satoru back up, his back flush against Suguru’s chest. “You’re making it really difficult not to fuck the shit out of you in front of all of these people. Shouldn’t have let you go out looking like this.”
Satoru smiles and just pushes his hips back even more. “Been thinking about that so much, Suguru.” Suguru slides his hand around to rest on Satoru’s stomach, palm flat. “Mm, want you to do it right here. Let’s find a room.”
Suguru’s heart jolts at the words. “You’re drunk, baby. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“M’not drunk! So not drunk, even, that I could use another shot.”
“One, Satoru, okay? Then, you’re done.”
Satoru crinkles his cute little nose before going back to the kitchen, several gazes following his retreating form. He spots Shoko in the corner on her phone, but her eyes are pointed right at Suguru and she is smiling from ear to ear like she was just told she won the lottery.
“The fuck are you so happy about?” he asks as he approaches her.
“Oh, nothing, just the fact that you guys look like you’re about to film a porn video right in the middle of the dancefloor.”
“Sorry, Shoko, but when my boyfriend looks like that, I just can’t help myself.”
“Yeah, yeah. You know, the bathrooms upstairs aren’t as busy as the ones down here. You can…”
Suguru immediately starts shaking his head. “Are you crazy? I am not having sex in some random person’s bathroom.”
Shoko shrugs, that smile still plastered on her face. “Whatever you say. Just try not to bust in your pants next time you look at him in that costume.”
With a roll of his eyes, Suguru separates from Shoko and goes to find Satoru. Despite his reaction, his mind is now completely overwhelmed with images of fucking Satoru in a small bathroom space, forcing him to stay quiet, watching those bunny ears bounce on his head as Suguru pounds into him from behind.
Fuck, we have to go home now.
Satoru is leaning against the counter with an empty shot glass in his hands as he chats to some guy dressed as a vampire. He doesn’t look like he’s listening, though, judging by the clear haze in his eyes and unfocused expression. Suguru frowns at the way the other man is standing just an inch or so away from him, gazing at Satoru like he’s a piece of meat to be devoured.
“Hey, baby.” Suguru comes up behind Satoru and slides his hand up to rest on the back of Satoru’s neck. He gives it a little squeeze. “Everything okay?”
The vampire’s smirk drops as soon as he takes in Suguru’s build and clear gesture. He takes one step away, then another, then another until he’s leaving the kitchen without a second look over his shoulder, disappearing into the crowd.
Satoru leans back against Suguru and sighs contently. “Thanks for saving me there, Suguru. He was so boring.”
“Mm. He wanted you badly, could you tell? Probably would have tried to make a move if I didn’t come over.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Satoru turns around and links his arms behind Suguru’s neck. “I’m all yours, remember?”
Suguru isn’t sure what it is. Maybe it’s the fact that Satoru is looking up at him with those big and bright eyes. Maybe it’s the way he licks his lips after to give them a fresh shine. Maybe it’s the way he says that he is Suguru’s, low and teasing and suggestive. Whatever it is causes a flame to ignite in Suguru’s gut. Everything suddenly aches with a unique desire for Satoru that simply cannot wait, not even until they get home.
Shoko’s words reverberate in his head and his earlier response flies out the window without a second thought.
He’s going to have sex in some random person’s bathroom.
Without wasting another moment, Suguru grasps one of Satoru’s wrists and starts pulling him across the kitchen, out into the hallway, through thick crowds of people dressed in everything one could possibly imagine. Satoru’s questions fly right past Suguru as his entire existence narrows down to one purpose, to this night.
It doesn’t take a long time to find the bathroom located up the stairs and down the long hallway nestled in the right-hand wall. More people are wandering around up here than he’d like, but it hardly matters anymore, as do the looks he catches sent their way as Suguru pushes Satoru into the empty bathrooms and locks them both inside.
“Suguru, what—”
A hasty kiss steals Satoru’s words away instantly. Suguru traps him between his body and the sink counter, hands grabbing his hips and pulling his hair and squeezing what he can reach of his ass, his thighs. He wants and needs everything. Fuck social rules, fuck being in public; Satoru is wearing a goddamn bunny suit.
“Get on your knees,” Suguru orders the moment their mouths separate. A string of saliva connects them for a brief moment before dissolving. Satoru’s face visibly shifts from confusion to lust in a matter of a second, understanding flashing in his eyes.
“Wait, I-I think that we should—”
“On your knees, Satoru. I’m not going to say it again.”
“Fuck, okay…”
Satoru drops down onto the fluffy bathroom mat, a little unceremoniously but still as breathtaking as he steadies himself at Suguru’s feet. His eyes are so blue in the light of the bathroom, so damn beautiful staring up at Suguru expectantly. Suguru grabs his jaw, not afraid to be a little harsh. Satoru will tell him if there’s something wrong.
“Look at you.” He strokes his thumb over Satoru’s bottom lip, pulling it down. “Right where you belong, hm? That’s exactly where whores like you belong.”
“M’not a whore,” Satoru mumbles, even as he takes Suguru’s thumb into his mouth and starts swirling his slightly-uncoordinated tongue around it.
“No? I think the outfit you’re wearing tells a different story.” Suguru shifts his right foot so it’s positioned right over Satoru’s crotch. He sees his body tense, hears him gasp in anticipation of the pressure to come. Instead, Suguru keeps him in suspension, shoving his index and middle fingers into Satoru’s wide-open mouth. “Your ass isn’t covered at all. Your legs are bare for everyone to see. This bodysuit only covers half of your chest. You could have chosen any other costume out there, right?” Suguru presses his foot down, smirking at the way Satoru’s eyes roll back into his head and he moans around Suguru’s thick fingers. “But, no, you’ve been parading yourself around all night shamelessly, just showing off. What does that make you if not a whore?”
Satoru only whines in response, eyelids fluttering as Suguru starts to move his foot side to side over his hard cock. Suguru wishes he could see it, it’s probably leaking so prettily. He moves a few strands of white hair out of Satoru’s eyes as he takes the fingers to the knuckles. This sight of Satoru on his knees never gets old; nobody else gets to see the arrogant, cocky, and loud Satoru Gojo so vulnerable, so quiet for once. It’s all for Suguru to enjoy and control.
“You’ve kept me so pent up all damn night.” Suguru uses the hand that isn’t halfway down Satoru’s throat to unbutton and unzip his pants, shoving the fabric of the jeans and underwear out of the way just enough to free his cock. He sighs in relief as he does, watching Satoru’s eyes gravitate to the thick length that’s tapping his cheek all of a sudden. “You’re being such a good boy for me, baby, but I’m going to need you to make up for how much you’ve been teasing me.”
Satoru nods as Suguru pulls his slick fingers out of his mouth. Suguru tilts his face up and leans down, and Satoru doesn’t even need to be told or asked before he’s opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue. The urge to praise him is nearly overwhelming, but Suguru holds back and instead spits straight into Satoru’s waiting mouth.
“Thank-thank you,” Satoru stutters out before returning his attention to Suguru’s cock. “Please, I need—”
“I know, baby, I know. You’re so fucking greedy all the time that I already know what you need.” He doesn’t have to, but Suguru grabs both sides of Satoru’s jaw and hooks his thumbs inside his mouth, forcing him to open it wide. It’s more for the rush he gets when Satoru just lets him do whatever he wants, eager as ever to please. “Good boy, there you go.” He maneuvers his cock inside right away, groaning at the way the underside of his cock slides against Satoru’s hot, wet tongue.
Meanwhile, he continues moving the foot over Satoru’s cock back and forth. A string of pathetic whimpers spills out of him at the constant stimulation, already loud enough to likely be heard from the outside. All Suguru can focus on, however, is guiding his cock deeper into Satoru’s throat until he can’t anymore. There are still two inches or so left to fit, but Suguru is going to solve that issue a little later. If he tries, Satoru can take all of him.
“Go on, baby,” he says as he lets go of Satoru’s mouth. “Show me what you can do.”
Satoru nods eagerly and immediately gets to work. His long fingers wrap around what he can’t take while his tongue swirls around and all the way up to the head. He looks up at Suguru as he bobs his head up and down, bunny ears swaying gently back and forth. Suguru can’t believe how good he looks. He genuinely feels as though he can cum five times and still have it in him to fuck the shit out of Satoru at home twice more.
He sucks with learned movevements of his tongue and practiced twists of his hands. There’s an alternating rhythm he uses, going from hollowing out his cheeks around the entire length to focusing purely on Suguru’s slit at the head to lick the entire surface area while his hands continues to pump.
On a particularly harsh press of Suguru’s foot, though, Satoru moans and stops what he’s doing for a moment. It’s a short moment, barely there, but Suguru notices. He tangles a hand in white locks, grips hard, and slaps Satoru across the face. The crisp sound it makes is amplified by the bathroom’s echo but the desperate look Satoru gives him is so worth it.
“You’re testing my patience. Don’t get distracted, you stupid slut. I’m already being overly generous by giving your cock some stimulation.”
Satoru mumbles something around Suguru’s cock that vaguely sounds like “I’m sorry” and resumes without hesitating. He’s even more eager than before Suguru slapped him and it’s obscene, really; his lips are stretched so prettily, drool coats his chin, and his blue eyes have that glassy appearance to them that lets Suguru know he’ll start crying soon. Suguru’s cock twitches at the thought; he swears they won’t leave this bathroom until Satoru cries.
Suguru can’t help but chuckle when Satoru starts grinding up against the sole of Suguru’s shoe, all while trying to fit all of Suguru into his mouth and snaking one hand down to gently play with his balls. Suguru tips his head back at that and hums out a moan at the back of his throat, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair. The sounds of Satoru sucking and whimpering continue to fill up the small bathroom gloriously.
“Good boy, yeah…just like that, fuck…such a skilled mouth.” He looks back down at his boyfriend, admiring him in this state. Nobody gets to have Satoru like this. “You’re cute, baby, but you’re so fucking pathetic rutting against my foot like that. Is that really getting you off?” Satoru whines, the vibrations shooting through Suguru’s cock and up his spine, making him shiver. “Aren’t you embarrassed? Maybe not. You were so easy, after all. So pliant.”
Satoru slides his mouth off but keeps up a fast rhythm with his hand. “I couldn’t help it, you’re so fuckin’ hot, Suguru. With your piercings and your hair and this-this fuckin’ shirt that barely covers anything, fuck. Need you so bad, so bad, Suguru, please.”
There’s something so suffocating about the way Suguru loves Satoru. No matter how many times they hug or kiss or fuck, it’s never enough. Suguru constantly wants to put his hands all over him, have him close, have his warmth mixing with his own. Satoru’s mere existence just causes a neverending bolt of electricity to ignite his veins, light his nerves on fire, burning Suguru badly with how much he loves Satoru. And, in moments like these when Suguru can see the desire in his boyfriend’s eyes reciprocated, if not multiplied, it just makes the fire stronger, pours buckets and buckets of oil onto an already raging inferno.
Satoru is so good, so perfect, and Suguru can’t go another moment without absolutely ruining him.
Suguru smiles down at Satoru with a tender expression that he hopes conveys how thankful he is for what Satoru said, but drops it not five seconds later. “You know, for a whore…” He forces his cock past Satoru’s lips, pushing back as much as he can until Satoru is gagging around his length. “You’re okay, but you’re awfully slow.”
Bracing himself with one hand against the counter behind Satoru and winding the other around Satoru’s head, Suguru starts thrusting into his gaping mouth without restraint. He pushes Satoru down onto his cock as he moves forward, setting up a fast-paced rhythm made even better by the melody of Satoru’s obscene sputtering and moaning. Suguru keeps waiting for the five taps on his thigh that would signal for him to stop, but they never come, and that just encourages him to bully himself down Satoru’s throat even more, make him open up and take all of him.
“Fuck, fuck, you feel fucking incredible, ngh…” Suguru closes his eyes and just focuses on the sensation of Satoru’s throat taking him in so expertly and willingly. There’s still resistance at the back of his throat, but if he just adjusts the angle a little bit, then… “Mmm, baby, just like that. So good.” He leans back slightly and takes in the sight below him. Chills erupt all over his body at the sight of tear tracks carved down Satoru’s flushed cheeks. Suguru’s cock is wedged all the way inside, the throat it’s in forced to accommodate its size. On a whim, Suguru pushes a little harder to really block Satoru’s air. “Good boy, Satoru. Just like that. Look how fucking pretty you look. This is what you’re made for, isn’t it? This is all you’re good for.”
Satoru can only whimper in response, spurring Suguru on to resume his erratic thrusts into his mouth. He barely registers the feeling of Satoru canting his hips up desperately, barely registers how loud he’s being. He could cum quickly like this if he wanted to, but Suguru had already decided the moment they came in here that he was going to fuck Satoru in front of the mirror and watch him unravel fully on his cock.
“Okay,” he exhales as he pulls out of Satoru’s mouth all at once. Satoru sucks sharply and coughs, chest heaving while he regains all the air he was denied. “On your feet. I’m going to fuck you.”
Satoru shivers and slowly gets up, leaning against the counter when his legs nearly give out. Suguru’s eyes immediately catch onto a dark spot at the front of Satoru’s bodysuit, right where his cock is supposed to be. At first, he thinks it’s dirt from the sole of his shoe, but a closer look tells him everything he needs to know.
“You came, didn’t you? You came grinding against my shoe like a bitch.” Satoru averts his gaze but Suguru grabs his face, forcing him to look back. “Of course, you did. Why would I expect anything else from you? You’re so fucking pathetic, Satoru.”
Despite his cold words, Satoru meets Suguru halfway when they both lean in for a kiss. It’s sloppy and needy and barely resembles anything enjoyable at all, but Suguru is spilling at the edges with his craving for Satoru and nothing is even enough, not yet. He needs more, more, more.
“I wish I could fuck you in this thing,” Suguru whispers as he fingers the edges of the bodysuit. “Gonna need to figure something out at home to make this something I could fuck you in.”
Satoru raises his snowy eyebrows. “The bunny suit really did it for you, huh?”
“Shut up.” Suguru spins him around and presses into him from behind, trapping him against the counter. He litters a few bites on Satoru’s exposed shoulders and neck, all of his mewls travelling straight down to Suguru’s aching cock. “Get it off for me. Hurry.”
It doesn’t take more than a minute to undo the laces at the back of Satoru’s bodysuit and let it come loose. Suguru hates to see it go but loves the sight of Satoru naked in nothing but fishnets, a choker, and bunny ears. It’s even more erotic this way, even more embarrassing for Satoru judging by the pink tint to his cheeks.
Suguru is just about to stick his fingers in Satoru’s mouth and order him to get them wet so that he can get prepped, but one look at his ass has Suguru freezing in his tracks. Between Satoru’s cheeks, nuzzled in his hole, is a plug. Of course, Satoru wore a plug to this party.
“I-I wanted to keep myself ready,” Satoru quickly explains. His voice is raspy, evidence of Suguru’s thorough treatment. “I thought we’d fuck when we got home.”
Suguru hums in approval and pinches the end of the plug. “You’re such a good boy, Satoru, just the kind of slut I expect you to be. You always prove my point.” Satoru wiggles his ass in response, biting his lip as he sends Suguru a pleading look in the mirror. No matter what it is, that’s the look Suguru can never say no to, not when his angel is so damn pretty and perfect.
Suguru pulls on the end of the plug and covers Satoru’s mouth when he immediately starts moaning, open-mouthed and all. “Aw, does that feel good, baby?” Satoru nods eagerly and pants through his nose, small whimpers escaping past Suguru’s hand. Suguru gets half of it out before he pushes it back in, then back out again, fucking Satoru slowly. Every time it nudges against his prostate, he flinches and whines uncontrollably, begging with everything but his words to be fucked properly. “I know a dumb whore like you probably wants nothing more than for everyone to know how desperate they are, but I want you to try and stay quiet, okay? You’re going to take everything I give you and shut up.”
He breaks the eye contact they have in the mirror and looks down at Satoru’s hole as he plays with it. It’s already stretched enough to take Suguru’s cock comfortably, he thinks, watching it expand as he slowly pulls the fattest part of the plug out. Satoru’s muffled moan is music to his ears, and a brief look back at the mirror shows him that he’s back to crying while staring at Suguru with fucked-out, half-lidded eyes.
God, he’s so perfect. So perfect and all mine.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Suguru takes the plug all the way out and sets it down on the counter before positioning himself behind Satoru. He admires the arch in his back, the round shape of his ass, the way he instinctively spreads his legs wide. The fishnets stretch a little too much when he does so, so Suguru curls his fingers around the thin fabric and rips open just enough to fuck comfortably.
“Suguru, fuck me,” Satoru pleads, voice dripping with need and desperation. “Please. Please, Suguru. I can’t-I need you inside of me.”
Suguru takes his cock and rubs the head against Satoru’s little hole, smiling at the way he twitches and gasps. “Beg me some more, come on. Convince me how badly you want it, slut.”
“Please please please, the whole reason I chose this costume was to have you fuck my brains out in it, please, Suguru, please! I even prepared myself before this, come on!”
“God, you sound pathetic.” Suguru lines up and forces himself in all the way in one go. His hand flies up to muffle Satoru’s guttural moan, eyes shut and brows knit together as he clenches around Suguru’s cock like a vice. “I told you to be quiet.”
Suguru can barely be angry, though. Finally, after a whole night of being teased endlessly, Satoru’s heat enveloping him feels like some kind of ascension to another plane of existence. As always, Satoru is deliciously tight even despite being stretched by the plug for hours. It was a small one, to be fair, but still. Their heavy breaths mix and mingle together for a moment as they adjust and Suguru feels it’s safe enough to take his hand off Satoru’s mouth.
“Suguru, Suguru, fuck…you’re so deep…so deep…ngh, I-I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” Suguru grabs Satoru’s hips and squeezes a little harder than necessary, then lifts one hand to his hair and does the same with a fistful of the locks. He makes sure to grab around the headband so that the bunny ears don’t fall off once Suguru starts moving. “Cute little bunny, you can take it. You always do, just like you were meant to.”
Satoru’s mouth drops open in a breathy moan, cock visibly twitching against the counter despite him having just cum minutes ago. He’s always been so greedy.
“Move, Suguru. Fill me up with your cum, please.”
Something inside of Suguru finally snaps. He tightens his hold on Satoru’s hair and hips and pulls out only to slam all the way back in. He murmurs out quiet praise in Satoru’s ear about how he’s being so good and quiet for him but it quickly gets lost in the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin as Suguru fucks into him harder, deeper, faster, chasing more, chasing how fucking amazing it feels to finally do this.
“Fuck, Satoru, yes, yes, baby, oh…so tight for me, such a perfect little slut…”
Satoru braces one hand against the mirror and the angle Suguru is keeping his head at is forcing him to watch himself get pounded from the back. His bunny ears are bouncing with each harsh slap against his ass, his cock is leaking puddles against the counter, and his eyes are barely able to focus on one thing. Suguru sucks furious red marks into his neck as he fucks him, making Satoru look thoroughly used.
“S-Suguru, I- ah, I-it feels so-so good!” Tears gather in Satoru’s pretty eyes, spilling over into sparkling rivers. He always looks ethereal when he cries on Suguru’s cock, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “So good! Har-harder, I have to—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Suguru whispers into his ear, punctuating his order with a sharp thrust that buries his cock deeper into Satoru’s hole. He pulls him back away from the counter so that they are chest-to-back, allowing Suguru to watch Satoru’s whole body tremble as he takes him apart. He snakes the hand that isn’t tangled in white hair to Satoru’s throat and squeezes the sides. “You’re being so fucking loud. You do want everyone to know just how slutty you are, hm? The bunny outfit wasn’t enough?”
Satoru slides a tongue over his bottom lip and lets his eyes flutter shut. Suguru bites into his shoulder to muffle some of his own desperate pants. Satoru is so goddamn tight, so hot in every way, so perfect. He could fuck his hole forever, fill it up over and over again and bask in this heaven on Earth without an end in sight. Satoru would let him, he knows; there’s little that they wouldn’t do for each other at this point.
“You’d spread your legs for anyone if they’d ask, wouldn’t you?” Saroru shakes his head as much as he is able. “No? But you’ve been showing your whole body off to everyone tonight, just begging for someone to shove their cock in you.” It’s all just talk, Suguru knows Satoru isn’t remotely like this, but so much pleasure tears through him at the sight of Satoru’s blissed-out expression from the words. “You don’t have to pretend. I know how desperate you are to be filled up. Couldn’t even go a few hours without having something stuffed in your hole.”
“C-c-cum!” Satoru manages to gasp out, voice strained and limited due to Suguru’s firm hold on his neck.
“Yeah, does my little bunny want to cum again? That was fast, wasn’t it?” Suguru lets go of his hair and lets Satoru fall back against the counter. He uses his free hands to instead grab Satoru’s hips and fuck into him properly, pulling him back down on his cock sharply as he thrusts up at the angle that he knows pushes against all the right spots. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how pretty and stupid you look. Does my cock feel that good?”
Satoru nods as much as he can while holding onto the edges of the counter, knuckles going white with the effort. “P-please…I-I’m gonna—”
Without slowing his pace, Suguru reaches down to stroke Satoru’s leaking cock with a matching rhythm. It only takes three before Satoru is spurting white all over Suguru’s hand and the cupboards, mouth open, tongue nearly lolling out, and eyes rolled back.
This look paired with Satoru clenching down on him hard is what does it. Stars erupt in Suguru’s vision as he releases everything into Satoru in several waves of pure ecstasy. He rocks his hips forward, riding out his orgasm inside of his boyfriend as much as possible, forcing everything to go as deep as possible. Suguru doesn’t pull out, though. Instead, he stops to let both of them catch their breaths and briefly examines his soaked hand.
“So fucking filthy.” Suguru lifts his hand to Satoru’s mouth and shoves his fingers in. “Clean it up.” Even in his post-orgasm bliss, Satoru obeys and runs his tongue all over Suguru’s fingers and hand, lapping at his own cum as eagerly as he would candy, even when Suguru scoops up more from the cupboards. “You made such a mess of somebody else’s bathroom. Disgusting.”
“I’m so-so sorry,” he murmurs. “Suguru…I feel so good. Mmm, everything is so…so good…you’re the best…”
Suguru chuckles as he places small kisses all over Satoru’s back. “I know, baby, I always make you feel good. I hope you know that we’re not done yet, though.”
Satoru meets Suguru’s eye in the mirror at that, glossy eyes blown wide. He’s so fucking beautiful. White hair sticking out in a mess of strands, pale skin covered with red bites, bunny ears skewed. Suguru is yet again reminded of just how blessed he is, how he wouldn’t ever rather be anywhere else as long as Satoru is with him. He is all Suguru needs.
“Suguru, I can’t. I’m so fuckin’ sore and-and sensitive, and—”
“What, sensitive here?” Suguru asks as he goes back to stroking up and down Satoru’s soft cock, trying to lure it back into pleasure. Satoru hisses and squirms at the overstimulation, his movements jostling the cock still nestled deep inside of him. He tries to get away and push Suguru’s hands off, but all it achieves is getting his face shoved into the mirror. “Stop fucking whining. We’re not done until I say I’m done, not after how much you've been asking for it all night.” Satoru’s cock twitches slightly at that and Suguru just laughs. “Yeah, I knew it. You should admit it to yourself at this point: you’re just a greedy whore made to take it. Quit pretending.”
He keeps one hand gripping the back of Satoru’s neck and trails the other one down his pretty back until he reaches the spot where his cock is stretching out his ass. He runs his index finger along the edge, wondering if he could fit it inside, too. They’ve never experimented with having more than one thing in Satoru before; the mere image of it encourages Suguru’s cock to fill back up. He won’t try now, seeing as Satoru is already loud enough, but he pockets the idea for another time when they’re alone.
“Okay, baby. I’m going to pull out and you’re going to sit up on the counter, got it?”
As soon as Satoru gives the acknowledgement, Suguru slides out of his hole with a small groan, watching his own cum immediately rush to drip out of him. The sight nearly makes him pass out and he fights against lifting Satoru onto the counter himself from impatience. Instead, he lets Satoru take his time and settles between his spread legs when he’s comfortably seated.
A low whine sounds from the back of his throat as Suguru pushes back in. The cum he filled up Satoru with acts as lube this time around, making the slide a lot easier. On top of that, Satoru is loosened up enough for there to be barely any resistance.
“Suguru, it hurts…”
“Shh. Quiet.”
Suguru braces one hand on the wall behind Satoru and starts up a brutal pace right away, not giving Satoru a second to adjust. He knows Satoru loves it this way, loves being overcome with so much pleasure and sensation and pain that he doesn’t know what to do with any of it. Suguru sure loves watching all of his thoughts visibly dissipate into nothingness the longer he’s fucked, the longer he’s used as something for Suguru to get off with. The obscene squelches and slaps of skin with every thrust fill the bathroom once more and Suguru is sure that anyone on this floor can hear them over the music.
“Fuck, so fucking pretty, Satoru.” Suguru hooks Satoru’s right leg over his left arm, spreading him open slightly more to push in deeper. Despite his best efforts, Satoru’s pornographic moans slip out anyway. They spur Suguru on, pushing him to fuck Satoru with the desperation of a starved animal. “My slutty little bunny, so cute and obedient. You’ve been so good for me. Thank me for rewarding you.”
“Th-thank you! Fuck, ngh, Suguru, I c-I can’t, it’s too-too much! Ah, ah, fuck!”
“You can, bunny, I know you can.” Suguru’s eyes skip down on a whim and he can’t help a choked-off moan of his own when he sees the bottom of Satoru’s belly expanding every time Suguru pushes all the way inside, grinds his hips harshly against Satoru’s ass so there’s zero space left. “Fuck, Satoru, look at that. Look how well you’re taking me, you can- shit, you can see it…”
Satoru’s hands clutch at his boyfriend’s arms, his back, the furniture around him as Suguru goes faster, chases more. His pretty cock is hard again, bouncing against his abdomen with every thrust. “W-want,” he slurs, “Want you to fill me up, please.”
“I know,” Suguru manages through pants. “I’ll fill your greedy hole up, don’t worry.”
Satoru whines and reaches down to jerk himself off but Suguru grabs his wrist, the hold definitely bruising, and slams it against the mirror. “Suguru!”
“You’re cumming untouched.”
“But—”
“I don’t care. You’ve done it before. You cum on my cock crying like a little bitch or you don’t cum at all. I’m sure a slut like you can figure it out.”
Satoru leans his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, making the prettiest noises when Suguru absentmindedly plays with his perky nipples. His white eyelashes are soaked with leftover and new tears like morning dew hanging off leaves. Suguru keeps aiming for the same spot that makes Satoru’s whole body tremble. The fishnets have ripped far past the initial tear that Suguru had made. It’s absurd how much they’ve been ruined, how much Satoru has been ruined.
“R-right there, Suguru! Oh, fuck, yes! Yes! Right there!”
Slowing down for a moment, Suguru wraps a hand back around Satoru’s throat, cracks a hand across his face, and whispers, “Apologize for the way you’ve been acting all night. Apologize for acting like a stupid whore vying for anyone’s attention.”
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Ah, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna-please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, Suguru, I need it, Sugu-”
Suguru resumes his rough smacks against Satoru’s hips, speed picking up once more in no time. “Noisy bitch.”
That’s all it takes for Satoru’s body to seize as his third orgasm ripples through him. Less dribbles out of his flushed cock this time but the way Satoru clenches down on Suguru is telling of just how powerful the sensation is. His mouth drops open in a long, silent scream, legs shaking so badly that Suguru has to hook both over his arms so that he can maintain his position.
“F-fuck, ow, Suguru, I-I can’t—”
“Almost there, bunny,” Suguru murmurs. He fucks into Satoru without any semblance of care or tenderness. All that matters now is his own approaching release. It doesn’t take long for him to feel the telltale sighs; a burn gathering in his groin, his abs tightening, his rhythm faltering. It’s all so good, so much, so overwhelmingly warm and hot and wet, and fuck, it’s Satoru that he gets to fuck and kiss and feel and hug and spend all of his time with, the most perfect partner in the world. “Gonna fill you up, baby, fuck, so pretty when you cry. Yes, yes, hah—”
Suguru bites his lip to suppress a groan as he presses his hips hard against Satoru’s and empties inside of him again in long spurts. He leans forward to rest his forehead against Satoru’s as Suguru comes down from his high and Satoru recovers from the overstimulation, sweat lining their brows equally.
Their heavy pants fan over each other’s faces for minutes and minutes on end. Suguru lifts his hand and brushes through Satoru’s hair gently, muttering almost incoherently about how much he loves him and how perfect he is. Satoru attempts a few smiles through his daze but he whispers the same back.
Eventually, Suguru moves back and slowly pulls out of Satoru, wincing at Satoru’s pained hisses. White drops follow almost immediately but Suguru—with a nod of approval from his boyfriend—traps it all in with the plug that they had discarded what feels like hours ago. There’s no need to let the bodysuit get even more ruined than it already is. Satoru slides off the counter and lands on shaky legs.
“Fuck, you really…you really went crazy.”
Suguru kisses his forehead. “I’m sorry, baby, I just—”
“No, it was perfect. I need to wear this costume more often.”
“You really do, though you might need new tights.”
Satoru looks down at himself for a few silent seconds and sighs. It’s only now that Suguru lets the muffled music from the party filter into his ears once more, hears the murmur of what has to be at least a few hundred people milling about the house. How many had…?
“Oh, God, Satoru.” He leans against the wall and covers his face with his hands. “We need to make a fucking run for it when we leave. There’s no way the whole party didn’t hear you moaning like a damn porn star.”
“Hey! You were going insane in my guts, it’s not my fault!”
“Whatever, just…let’s get cleaned up and get out of here.”
The two spend fifteen minutes trying to get the bathroom and themselves in order. The cupboards get cleaned, the clothes get put back on as much as possible, and they splash enough water on their faces to hopefully cool down the insistent flush. The worst of the damage is Satoru’s fishnets. They’ve torn so much that they hang loosely off of Satoru’s milky thighs until halfway down, a tear that makes it obvious all on its own what happened in here.
“Okay, you know what?” Satoru says after trying and failing to somehow tie the threads back together. “Everyone already knows we fucked, so whatever. We’ll just make a run for it and hopefully never see any of these people again.”
Suguru laughs as he finishes combing his tangled hair with his fingers. “Agreed.” After fixing Satoru’s crooked bunny ears, he spins him around and cups his face in his hands. “I love you so much, sweetheart. Just saying, ‘cause I thought you’d like to know.”
Satoru smiles so widely that his eyes seem to sparkle, diamonds catching brilliant light on sharp edges. “I love you, too, Suguru. My one and only.”
“My one and only.”
After sharing one more kiss in this random stranger’s bathroom, Suguru throws open the door and grips Satoru’s hand hard as he leads them out. He keeps his eyes trained on the ground, highly aware of the many, many pairs of eyes glued to them. His stomach tightens at the excessive attention and he’s not even the one who looks more ruined between the two of them. There are whispers and giggles and even a few lewd comments that get thrown their way but Suguru ignores all of it. Downstairs is really no better—rumours must have spread quickly. They push through the throng of costumed bodies and rush out of the house, not sparing a look back in case anybody is still watching them.
"Never doing that again," Suguru breathes out once they're out of range. "Too fucking embarrassing."
“Our friends are going to be so mad that we left,” Satoru comments.
“It’s fine. I doubt they’d be thrilled to try to make casual conversation with us knowing what just happened.”
“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll let them forget about it before seeing them again. Give it some time.”
“Probably for the best.” Suguru starts the engine and flashes Satoru a slightly disapproving look. “We have to work on your definition of quiet, by the way. If I ever want to fuck the shit out of you in a crowded house again, you have to behave.”
Satoru smiles and leans over to peck Suguru on the lips. “Don’t act like you didn’t love it, even a little bit.”
“Whatever.”
With that, Suguru drives them back home, feeling so much love swelling in his heart, threatening it with bursting. He really does have the most perfect boyfriend all to himself and he always will.
His one and only.