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Suguru chalked up what happened the day before to his forced heat. Satoru didn’t push him about it, but he didn’t pull away either.
In fact, Satoru seemed to take every opportunity he had to steal a kiss from Suguru. And he wasn’t just talking about their nightly kisses. Sometimes Satoru would try to sneak a quick peck on his lips even while in class, usually before other people got there, though.
No matter how short or long the kiss— Suguru was always left a bit flustered. He wasn’t sure how Satoru did it.
Satoru was usually careful— he had that much sense, but Suguru could tell his restraint was fraying. He had a feeling Satoru was only being as careful as he was for the sake of Suguru’s own comfort.
But one afternoon they were walking through the empty hallways between classes, Suguru in the middle of a sentence, when Satoru suddenly crowded him against the wall, the gleam in his eyes telling Suguru all he needed to know.
“Sa—”
His words were swallowed up by Satoru’s mouth. His kiss was hungry. Satoru’s hands slammed against the wall on either side of him before sliding down to hold Suguru by the waist. Suguru didn’t fight him— he liked it.
He liked it when Satoru hoisted him up. Liked wrapping his legs around Satoru’s hips as they kissed right there in the middle of the hallway. Their bodies were pressed tight around each other, gasps and moans devoured by each kiss. Suguru had his arms wrapped around Satoru’s neck, wondering why he had the rule of only doing more during their heats and ruts—
“Ahem.”
They both froze, eyes wide, lips parted, and breathing hard.
Suguru didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
How did he not realize—
Well, Suguru knew how. Satoru and his stupid lips.
He looked over Satoru’s shoulder to see Yaga standing at the end of the hallway, his arms crossed.
Suguru was mortified.
He instantly felt a different sort of heat rush up his neck as embarrassment flooded him. He tried to scramble off of Satoru, but stupid Satoru didn’t even loosen his grip. He just turned his head and grinned at their teacher like this wasn’t absolutely one of the most awkward things that happened to them—
“Oops,” Satoru said. “Hi, Yaga-sensei.”
“Gojo…” Yaga sounded tired.
“Satoru!” Suguru hissed, trying to shove him away.
Satoru didn’t let go. His hands were still on Suguru’s ass, god—
Yaga opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but instead he just sighed. “Just— just go back to your rooms.”
“You got it, Yaga-sensei!” Satoru chirped happily, tugging Suguru closer. Suguru realized what he was doing half a second before it happened.
The world suddenly felt like it was compressing around him, and before his body could even consider panicking, the sensation stopped and he found himself in Satoru’s room, held up completely by Satoru’s arms.
“You idiot!” Suguru said, pushing him away again.
This time, Satoru relented, snickering as Suguru tried straightening his clothes and fixing his hair.
“What’s wrong, Suguru?” Satoru asked, looking not at all innocent.
“Yaga-sensei saw us, Satoru!”
“So?”
“So!?” Suguru sputtered. “So it’s— it’s embarrassing!”
Satoru shrugged. “He knew I spent your heat with you.”
“That’s different.”
“We did a lot more than what he caught us doing just now,” Satoru went on, unbothered. “He knows that.”
“That’s exactly the point,” Suguru groaned.
Satoru cocked his head. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”
Suguru paused, not entirely sure of how to answer that.
Truthfully, no. As far as alphas went, Satoru was a good choice. A very good choice. Too good, in fact. He highly doubted any partner of Satoru’s would ever be embarrassed to be with him.
“That’s not it. It’s just… uncomfortable to think about someone knowing what we did,” Suguru tried explaining.
Satoru hummed, looking thoughtful, like he was genuinely trying to understand Suguru’s hesitancy. Or how Suguru’s brain worked.
“You don’t like PDA,” Satoru concluded. “You know, public displays of affection. You’re fine with me being all over you in private, but you’d rather no one sees it.”
Suguru felt his shoulders relax. “Yeah. I guess so.”
Satoru stared at him for a second, looking as though he was internally debating something.
“And you don’t like labels?” Satoru prodded gently.
“Huh?”
Satoru was uncharacteristically nervous, fidgeting a bit where he stood. “Labels. As in, you don’t like having a label for us.”
Now Suguru was confused. “In this context? I mean, you’re my heat partner.”
The bit of mirth in Satoru’s eyes seemed to twinkle out. “Yeah, I am, but beyond that.”
Suguru frowned. “We’re best friends.”
Satoru sighed, and Suguru felt oddly like he had disappointed him.
“Yeah, yeah. Best friends with some benefits.”
“Why did you say ‘some’ like that,” Suguru said, bristling a bit. “We can go back to none if you prefer.”
“Whoa, whoa, that is not what I’m trying to say,” Satoru said, backtracking quickly.
Now he looked panicked. Why did he look more frazzled now than when Yaga caught them grinding against each other in the hall?! Suguru thought his priorities were warped.
“Suguruuu!” Satoru clung to him, and Suguru tried not to laugh. “Pleaseee!”
“You really like kissing me that much?” Suguru asked, shaking his head with a low chuckle.
“Yes,” Satoru nodded seriously. “It’s probably my second favorite activity.”
“Second? What’s the first?” Suguru asked, thinking the answer would be fighting or exorcising curses or something—
“Fucking you.”
Suguru felt his face heat up. “You did that, like, twice—”
“Actually, I did it many, many times,” Satoru corrected with a purr, leaning down so they were nearly nose to nose. “So many times that I lost count.”
Suguru refused to step back even though he felt flustered. “Well, it’s only going to happen a few times a year,” he said, thinking about how many heats and ruts they would have. …Even though he hadn’t shared any of Satoru’s ruts yet.
Satoru didn’t answer for a moment, choosing instead to close the gap between them, rubbing his cheek against Suguru’s, scenting him as if he wasn’t already coated in his alpha pheromones.
“Maybe,” Satoru said, pressing his lips against Suguru’s pulsepoint, making his breath hitch. “Only because you’re so stubborn.”
“I’m not stubborn,” Suguru said, biting back a moan, tilting his head to allow Satoru more access. Satoru’s scent instantly went hot with that little movement, his hands sliding down Suguru’s back.
“Sure you’re not,” Satoru said, his voice low. “My Suguru isn’t stubborn at all.” His hands were back on Suguru’s ass, squeezing and tugging him close. “My Suguru likes to pretend that kissing is enough for him.” He licked up the side of Suguru’s neck. “My Suguru acts like I can’t smell the way he slicks for me, and how his scent goes all needy when we touch.” Suguru could feel Satoru’s arousal pressing against his belly.
And the only thing he could get out was— “I’m not yours, Satoru.” But the breathy quality of his voice made it less believable.
He thought Satoru might get upset, but Satoru just smiled.
“My Suguru is a liar.”
Then he kissed him. And Suguru could only kiss him back.
He really was a liar.
Satoru kissed him and kissed him, slowly walking him backwards until the back of Suguru’s knees hit the bed. He collapsed, Satoru crawling right over him, pressing their lips back together and sliding his tongue in Suguru’s mouth.
Suguru moaned as Satoru slid his hand down the length of his body— down, and down, and down until he palmed him from the outside of his pants.
“Satoru—” Suguru panted, grabbing his wrist. “We— we can’t.”
Satoru’s hair hung messily between them as he grinned slyly. “We can, but it’s up to you, Suguru.”
Suguru swallowed. His whole body felt hot, and he was slicking— Satoru was definitely more than aware of that, too.
Satoru kissed along his jaw patiently.
Suguru briefly thought about how they used to only kiss at night, and how that slowly progressed to more, and now— and now…
“Satoru…” he said a bit softly, waiting for him to look up at him. Satoru’s hands were politely on his waist now, but he didn’t remove his lips from his skin. He was kissing his way along his collar bone now. “Satoru—”
Suguru grabbed his hand this time and slid it under the waistband of his pants.
That seemed to get his attention.
Satoru looked up, pupils dilated. “Really?” He seemed genuinely surprised he had bargained successfully. If you could even call it bargaining.
“Hand stuff only,” Suguru said, hoping he didn’t sound as flustered as he felt. “New rule.”
“Fuck yeah.” Satoru kissed him hard on the lips, suddenly overcome with a new wave of energy. Suguru felt Satoru’s fingers brush against his slick folds, but Satoru was the one who groaned. “Fuck,” he panted, kissing him harder. “You’re dripping already.”
Satoru rubbed gentle, slow circles around his clit, making Suguru’s hips buck and his breath stutter. He started off like he was trying to figure Suguru out, even though he had definitely done this during his heat. Suguru wasn’t going to complain— it felt so good.
Suguru clutched at Satoru’s shirt, trying not to make a sound, but a broken moan slipped from his mouth when Satoru curled a finger inside of him.
“Fuck—” Satoru groaned. “You’re so tight— and so warm, god—”
Satoru leaned down and mouthed at his throat, dragging his finger in and out of Suguru’s cunt. Suguru barely had time to adjust before Satoru slid another finger in.
Suguru bit his lip, head falling further into the pillow, his thighs shaking, slick rolling down Satoru’s hand. Satoru continued to suck marks into his skin, his fingers pressing deeper, palm flat against Suguru’s clit.
“Satoru—”
“Is it good?” Satoru asked, his chest rumbling in satisfaction.
Suguru clutched at Satoru, panting into his kisses, muffling the needy sounds spilling out of him unbidden.
God, he wanted even more. He was starting to get greedy. Satoru’s fingers were good, but he wanted Satoru’s—
“I want to fuck you,” Satoru was saying, fingering him harder, making Suguru squirm helplessly. “You like the thought of that, don’t you, Suguru?” Satoru rasped, stealing the air from his lungs. “I can feel it— I can feel it from the way you’re clenching harder around me. Fuck, Suguru, if you weren’t so damn stubborn—” He growled, biting into the crook of Suguru’s neck, hard enough that Suguru yelped. Satoru was grinding his own hips down against the mattress.
Suguru could barely think past the feeling of Satoru’s fingers.
“Satoru—” he warned.
“Come for me,” Satoru begged. “Let me feel you. Let me see—”
Suguru’s whole body arched when he came, pleasure rushing through him. His walls fluttered tightly around Satoru’s fingers, even more slick dripping out of him. Suguru’s cries were swallowed by Satoru’s kisses.
Satoru didn’t stop right away, either; he continued to rub his fingers against him, stopping only when Suguru was trembling and whimpering, pushing weakly at his wrist.
Satoru kissed his cheek, smiling. “You did so good, Suguru.”
Suguru felt boneless and sated as he blinked up at Satoru. Satoru was looking at his own hand— glistening with Suguru’s release— right before he licked the fingers he had inside of him just a few moments ago.
Suguru blushed, but Satoru just groaned, his eyes dark.
“Are you sure you want to just keep it to hand stuff?” he asked.
Suguru swallowed, but didn’t answer— because no. He didn’t.
Instead he reached out, sliding his hand over the obvious bulge in Satoru’s pants.
“My turn,” he said.
Satoru didn’t bother asking any more questions.
Suguru was out in the city with Satoru and Shoko. It was a hot day, and they decided to get ice cream. They were sitting outside at a table under the shade of a tree eating and chatting, enjoying their day off.
Satoru had a giant swirl of some strawberry-cheesecake monstrosity in a cone, Suguru had a scoop of matcha ice cream in a cup, and Shoko had black sesame.
Then Satoru leaned into Suguru’s space, maintaining full eye contact with him before he stuck his tongue out and slowly (and ridiculously) licked up the ice cream, waggling his eyebrows as he made an exaggerated slurp.
Suguru felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn’t believe it— over something this stupid? He should be embarrassed to react this way.
“Stop that,” Suguru muttered.
“What?” Satoru said, blinking at him innocently. He gave the ice cream another obscene lick.
“If that’s how he goes down on you, Geto,” Shoko said, scraping the bottom of her cup with a spoon, “then I feel bad for you.”
Suguru choked on his ice cream.
Satoru just laughed. “I don’t know, Shoko. He seems to like it. At least when he lets me—”
Suguru threw his spoon at him. It landed squarely against Satoru’s cheek. Suguru knew Satoru let it through his infinity. Satoru grabbed it before it fell, grinning at him as he brought it to his mouth, licking off the ice cream still on it.
Suguru’s mouth fell open.
“You’re shameless,” he said.
Satoru just shrugged, taking his cup of ice cream from him.
Suguru was getting tired of swallowing curses, but he knew this was likely what the rest of his life was going to look like.
He was standing in the shadows of an alley, trying not to throw up to the sour taste of fresh curse on his tongue. He swallowed it down like he did every other time, but it never got any easier. And, depending on how strong the curse was, sometimes the taste lingered like rancid oil coating his mouth.
Sometimes he wondered if Satoru could taste it when he kissed him, but even if he could, he never seemed to mind.
Suguru wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking out past the street at a throng of young students running by, laughing.
He suddenly thought of Riko running around with her own friends, laughing and having fun only a few days before she—
He hadn’t realized how long it had been. Somehow, over a year had passed since her death. Since he saw her die in front of him— since he wasn’t able to save her.
Suguru sighed, tilting his head back as he watched the clouds roll by. His stomach churned uncomfortably. Sometimes, after rough missions, he didn’t always want to return back to campus. He couldn’t even explain why, not even to himself.
He didn’t know. It was just how he felt.
Maybe it was because the curse always lingered with him— and don’t get him wrong, he liked some of his curses. Some more than others.
But that taste.
He had gotten pretty good about hiding his depressive moods. At least, he thought so.
The moods came and went, but sometimes he wondered if everything he was carrying— the curses, the memories— was slowly rotting him from the inside out.
Suguru was hanging out with his classmates and the underclassmen outside, only half-heartedly listening to Haibara as he talked about how they should all go to the beach with their rare time off. Shoko and Nanami seemed on board. Satoru didn’t look as eager, but he glanced at Suguru when the topic came up.
He was in his third year now. It was crazy how fast time had passed. No first-years had joined them this season, which he didn’t find that surprising. There were already so few of them as is.
Suguru wasn’t sure the beach was his first choice. Too many tainted memories now, but he would go if the others wanted.
Later, when everyone went off to grab something to eat, Satoru came up to him.
“You’ve been quiet,” Satoru said, hands in his pockets as they walked through the courtyard.
“Have I?” Suguru said, shrugging. “I didn’t notice.”
“I can tell when your scent is off,” Satoru explained.
Suguru didn’t know what to say to that, so they continued on in silence for a bit, and Suguru was glad Satoru didn’t push.
“I miss her, too, you know,” Satoru said quietly after a while.
Suguru slowed down to a stop.
He knew Satoru was talking about Riko.
Satoru shifted closer to him, his hand brushing Suguru’s sleeve, tugging in an attempt to coax Suguru into facing him. When Suguru did, Satoru slid his arms around him slowly, pulling him into a hug. Suguru let him, dropping his forehead into the crook of Satoru’s shoulder.
He allowed himself to be held.
That night, after the plans were set for a beach day tomorrow, he laid in bed with Satoru beside him. Satoru was already breathing slowly, holding him, but Suguru couldn’t sleep yet. It was hard to shut off his brain sometimes.
He thought about that beach day he had with Riko, Kuroi, and Satoru. He knew he couldn’t stay in that memory forever. He had happy memories at the beach, too, like the time he went with Satoru and Shoko during their first year.
He would keep the time during that mission in his heart, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t try and move past it.
And, if he was honest with himself, it helped knowing Satoru carried some of that same guilt. That they had both failed her. It sucked, and it was awful, and he would always carry that bit of darkness with him, but… they learned from it, and they both could be stronger because of it. Scarred, but alive.
He rolled over so he was facing Satoru.
Satoru mumbled a bit, tucking him closer.
Suguru wasn’t sure if he was actually awake.
“Did you say something?” he whispered.
Unsurprisingly, Satoru spoke. “Your scent,” Satoru said with a yawn, voice hoarse with sleep. “It’s sour. You okay?”
Suguru just hummed, nuzzling into Satoru’s neck. “I’m alright now.”
Satoru rubbed his back soothingly.
Suguru wasn’t sure Satoru believed him.
Suguru wasn’t sure he believed himself either.
It was the perfect weather when they finally made it down to the coast. The sea stretched on as an endless blue, and Nanami was able to lead them to a spot that was less crowded than the rest of the beach, though there was a small group of guys that seemed to be setting up a volleyball net nearby.
Haibara immediately kicked off his sandals and ran right towards the waves. Shoko paused to lay out a few blankets on the sand, dropping a bag full of snacks onto one, before following Haibara. Nanami shook his head, but tugged off his shirt and followed them, too.
Satoru set up an umbrella over the blankets before standing with his arms on his hips, staring off at the sea, taking a deep breath and inhaling the salty sea air.
“Aren’t you going to go join them?” Suguru asked, unbuttoning his own shirt.
Satoru’s eyes flickered down, watching the action behind his sunglasses.
“We’re in public,” Suguru chastised.
“I’m not doing anything,” Satoru said innocently, removing his shirt, kicking off his shoes, and tossing his glasses onto the blanket. Suguru tried to pretend he didn’t appreciate the way his naked chest looked in the sunlight. “Are you going in?”
Suguru sat down on the blanket. “Maybe in a little while. I’ll watch for now.”
Satoru looked like he was going to argue, but he sighed and relented. “Okay, okay. But you have to come into the water at some point. I have something I want to show you.”
“How can you have something to show me when we just got here?” Suguru asked, laughing.
“You’ll have to come swimming to find out,” Satoru grinned before running down the beach, kicking sand up in his wake.
Suguru smiled, watching him go. He pulled out a drink from their cooler, popping it open as he leaned back in one of their unfoldable chairs.
Shoko came back and purposefully splashed water all over him. Suguru decided it was about time he went into the water anyway. Haibara was still out there with Satoru. Nanami was coming back up towards the beach.
Suguru removed his shirt and walked down the beach, his toes sinking into the warm sand.
Satoru looked in his direction as soon as he stepped a foot in the water. His expression brightened.
“Suguru!”
He waved at him.
Suguru waded in deeper until he stood chest-deep in the water. He watched how the light seemed to glisten, reflecting off of Satoru’s skin.
Satoru smirked at him.
Suguru looked at Haibara instead, who grinned before splashing at him.
Suguru laughed, splashing him back.
Satoru drifted closer to him. “See, Suguru. Not so bad after all.”
A large wave broke against them, and Suguru staggered forward into Satoru, their bodies pressing together. Satoru grinned, not making a single move to get away from him, but Suguru pushed him away. Haibara was right there.
But Haibara was already diving into the next wave, laughing to himself. When Suguru turned back to look at Satoru, Satoru was watching a water droplet roll its way down Suguru’s lips.
Suguru stuck his tongue out to taste the salt on his lips, loving the way Satoru’s eyes dilated at that little movement.
“I’m thirsty!” Haibara announced, breaking the spell over both of them. He was making his way back to shore. “Don’t drown while I’m gone!”
Suguru laughed quietly, watching him go.
When he turned, Satoru reached for his hand.
“I can show you that something now,” he said.
Satoru tugged him further out, the water slowly climbing from his chest to his chin, until Suguru couldn’t feel sand under his feet.
“Trust me,” Satoru said, smiling.
Suguru let Satoru lead him as they swam out into the water. When they stopped, Satoru turned them so they were wading face to face.
“Hold your breath,” Satoru instructed. “And close your eyes.”
Suguru obeyed. A second later, he felt Satoru’s arms slide around his waist, and then he felt water engulf him. His first instinct was to panic, but Satoru’s touch kept him grounded.
He opened his eyes, expecting the sting of salt water, but he felt none of that.
The ocean swirled around them in blues and greens, light bending through the water like glass.
Satoru hovered in front of him, his infinity keeping them in a bubble of space untouched by water.
“Satoru…” he started, completely in awe as fish swam past their bubble.
Satoru looked so proud, like he had been eager to show him what he could do. Show him the beauty under the sea. It was unreal.
Satoru’s hand slid up from his waist to his back, tugging him closer. Even in this strange, weightless space, he held him tight.
Suguru tilted his head up just as Satoru leaned in and kissed him. Suguru melted into it, his hands automatically lifting up to wrap around his shoulders. The water swirled around them, but Suguru wasn’t really paying attention to that anymore.
Suguru parted his lips, and Satoru slipped his tongue inside greedily. Suguru held on to him tighter. There was nothing holding him up here but Satoru’s arms, and Satoru took full advantage of that— keeping him flush against him, one hand sliding down to squeeze his thigh through the wet fabric.
Satoru nipped at Suguru’s lower lip, swallowing Suguru’s gasp.
Suguru knew this whole situation was strange— magical. They were floating and completely submerged, but untouched by water— however, it was easy to forget that with the way Satoru’s mouth continued to move against his.
Eventually, their kisses slowed. Satoru dragged his nose along Suguru’s cheek. Suguru swallowed, still holding onto him, his pulse racing.
Satoru reluctantly dragged them back to the surface, but they both agreed they had to. Seeing two people disappear under the water was probably alarming to anyone who saw them from the beach.
When they broke through the water, Suguru swiped his hair away from his face, hoping his cheeks wouldn’t be red by the time they made it back to shore.
They had lunch and then decided to just laze around. Satoru was already stretched out on the blanket, an arm over his eyes, dozing under the shade of the umbrella. Suguru sat beside him, cross-legged, watching Shoko and Haibara digging at the sand, trying to build a castle. Nanami was even trying to help pack down the walls so they wouldn’t collapse.
Then Suguru heard a warning shout, and when he looked up, a volleyball was flying in their direction. He caught it easily before it could hit any of them.
“Sorry, man!” A stranger jogged over to them. He was a tall alpha with sun-kissed skin and broad shoulders. He smiled at Suguru. “Nice catch, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Suguru said, tossing the ball back at him.
The alpha caught it, whistling. “Nice throw, too.” His eyes lingered a moment longer. Suguru fidgeted, waiting for him to leave. “Listen, we could use another player,” he said, clearing his throat. “If you want to join us.”
Suguru didn’t expect that.
“Um—”
“Need two?”
Suguru turned. Satoru was awake now, leaning on an elbow, his glasses pushed up into his hair. He was grinning at the other guy, showing way too many teeth. Suguru knew him well. The spark in his eyes meant trouble.
The other alpha hesitated. He cleared his throat. “Oh. Yeah, sure, man. Two works.”
Satoru was already on his feet, brushing sand from his shorts. “Great.” He offered Suguru a hand, tugging him up. “Suguru and I are in. In fact…” He glanced over at the group the other guy was part of. “Looks like we’ll be at an odd number of five. Let’s do three versus two?”
Satoru was letting out his scent deliberately now, Suguru could tell. And his smile was wolfish.
He was sure the other alpha could tell, but he couldn’t refuse Satoru’s challenge.
Suguru sighed. Alphas were stupid.
“You sure?” the guy asked. “Doesn’t seem fair.”
Satoru slung an arm across Suguru’s shoulders, steering him towards the other group.
“Trust me,” Satoru chuckled. “It’s fair.”
Suguru could already tell how this was going to go.
The three other guys were going to get demolished.
Satoru was grinning like the menace he was, with a little, smug tilt to his mouth that told Suguru he had one goal in mind: absolutely annihilate the other alpha.
“Go easy,” Suguru whispered to him as they got into position. “They didn’t do anything—”
“Maybe they didn’t, but he was thinking it,” Satoru hissed back.
Suguru rolled his eyes.
The first serve came over, and Suguru volleyed it up cleanly. Satoru jumped off from the sand and smacked it down with enough force that it sent the guy trying to block sprawling.
Satoru whooped, holding his hand out to high five Suguru.
“Be nice,” Suguru said instead, smacking his shoulder.
Satoru just laughed, moving back into place.
The rest of the game went similarly. The other guys tried hard— really, they did. But it just wasn’t enough.
Satoru continued to spike the ball at each opportunity presented to him, running around the sand, passing the ball to Suguru when necessary, and cheering loudly each time they scored a point.
When Suguru landed his own spike, Satoru laughed, grabbing him by the waist and spinning him around. Suguru couldn’t help but laugh himself.
The other team grew more wary each turn that passed. The other alpha tried to sneak glances at Suguru in the beginning, but Satoru kept inserting himself between them. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
When the game ended, Satoru draped himself over Suguru’s back.
“I knew we’d win!” he exclaimed. “That’s my o— that’s my teammate!”
The three guys trudged off, muttering about rematches.
“We’re unstoppable together, Suguru!” Satoru was saying.
Suguru was starting to believe it.
The sun was setting, and the air had started to get chilly. They were shaking sand off their towels and blankets and packing up their things when Satoru crouched down beside him.
“Hey,” Satoru said. “I got you something. Hold out your hand.”
He reached for Suguru’s palm, dropping two small objects in his hand. Suguru looked at the two seashells, nearly identical in shape and size, pale yellow and glinting in the sunlight.
“I saw one while I was in the water, and picked it up for you because it looked so perfect, but then later I found the other one and it looked the same,” Satoru said. “Like what are the odds! Slim, I bet. Anyway, you can add it to your collection at home.”
Suguru’s face warmed. He tucked the twin shells safely into his bag.
“Thank you, Satoru.”
Satoru’s scent turned all sweetly pleased, and Suguru thought he was going to say something else, but Nanami called out for them, saying their ride was waiting.
As they walked back towards the road, Suguru let his hand brush against Satoru’s briefly— Satoru grinned, intertwining their fingers. Suguru didn’t even consider pulling away.
The windows in Satoru’s room were cracked open to let in a cool breeze. Suguru sat on the bed with his notebook in front of him, trying to get some studying done. Satoru sat across from him, his notebook not opened even once.
“Remind me why we’re doing this together if you’re not even trying?” Suguru asked dryly, pushing Satoru’s leg off his lap. Suguru wasn’t even sure when Satoru slid it on him.
“I already know it all,” Satoru said, sprawling down into the sheets, arms behind his head.
Suguru rolled his eyes. He was probably right, too.
Satoru rolled over onto his side, watching Suguru scribble notes.
“Even your handwriting is cute,” Satoru said.
“Stop,” Suguru said, blushing and angling his body away from him.
Satoru followed him, crawling even closer. “Do you really want to study right now?”
“No one wants to study,” Suguru said.
“Okay, good.”
Satoru grabbed his book from him and tossed it on the bedside table, right next to Suguru’s tamagotchi. Then, he yanked Suguru down against his chest to kiss him. It was a quick peck at first, but when Suguru didn’t push him away, Satoru tilted his head, sliding his hand around the back of Suguru’s neck, and pressed their mouths together harder, coaxing his lips open and stealing the breath right from his lungs.
Suguru climbed on top of Satoru, straddling his hips as they kissed.
“If I fail, it’s your fault,” Suguru muttered against his mouth.
“I think it’s cruel of Yaga-sensei to even give us a test when the summer’s ending,” Satoru said, his free hand sliding down to squeeze Suguru’s ass.
“Regardless,” Suguru said, biting back a moan, “I don’t want to fail.”
“If you flunk out of Jujutsu High— which you won’t— I’ll take care of you, Suguru,” Satoru promised, dragging Suguru’s hips against his own, grinding against each other over their clothes.
Suguru choked out a laugh, gyrating his hips. God, it felt good.
“I don’t need your charity, Satoru,” he breathed, kissing him.
Satoru smiled, biting Suguru’s lower lip. “It wouldn’t be charity. You’d earn every bit of it.”
Suguru paused, slapping Satoru’s hands away from his hips. “Are you trying to pay me for these benefits, Satoru?”
“Wait, what?” Satoru looked stricken. “No! That’s obviously not what I’m saying—”
“Sounds like it,” Suguru said. He was joking, but he wasn’t sure Satoru had caught on to it. “You think I could make a living doing this?”
“What?”
Satoru was growing soft underneath him.
“Yeah,” Suguru said, leaning down to press his lips against Satoru’s jaw. “Maybe I could start a cult with people who like me as much as you. Think they’d pay? I happen to think I’m very personable.”
Satoru was quiet as he let Suguru pepper soft kisses across his face.
Suguru sat back to look at him.
Satoru was glowering, but Suguru found it cute more than anything else.
“I’m joking,” he said.
“What would you do, hm?” Satoru asked anyway, still glaring at him. “What would you offer to this so-called cult?”
Suguru thought about it. “I don’t know. Conversation and the pleasure of my company?”
Satoru couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh. “That’s all?”
Suguru sat back, his hands on Satoru’s chest. “Yes. What did you think I was talking about?”
Satoru stared at him for a moment, eyebrows pinched. Then, he flipped them over so Suguru’s back was against the bed, Satoru on top of him.
“You say this type of stuff on purpose,” Satoru accused, fangs scraping against his neck. “Just to rile me up.”
Suguru didn’t deny it.
“I propose a new rule,” Satoru went on, running his hands down Suguru’s side.
“Rule?” Suguru shuddered pleasantly under his touch.
“I think it’s time for us to upgrade from hand stuff to other stuff,” Satoru said, sliding his fingers along Suguru’s waistband.
“What would you suggest?” Suguru breathed.
“I can show you with my mouth,” Satoru purred, flashing his teeth cheekily. “It’s exactly like kissing, Suguru. Just… elsewhere.”
Suguru swallowed tightly, debating.
He wanted to, obviously. He wanted to so badly. Satoru was so good at it— he didn’t know how— ugh, well he knew how. Probably. He just didn’t want to think about it.
“Why do you want to so badly?” Suguru asked, already slicking in anticipation. He pressed his thighs together.
Satoru looked confused. “Why?” He laughed, squeezing Suguru’s hips. “Because I want to. Because I like it. Because I like to know I’m the one making you feel good.”
Suguru’s breathing grew shallow. They both stared at each other for a few moments longer. Suguru didn’t need to smell Satoru’s arousal in his scent— he could see the bulge in his pants.
“Okay,” Suguru croaked, quickly shimmying off his pants. “New rule— hand stuff and mouth stuff.”
Satoru sat frozen like he didn’t really expect to win. “Wait, really?”
Suguru removed his underwear next, spreading his thighs for Satoru to see.
“Yes, or do you want to wait until I change my mind?”
Satoru surged forward, his scent spiking happily, not even giving him a second to say otherwise. He gripped Suguru’s legs, holding him wide and open for him, eyes flickering up to meet Suguru’s.
“Fuck, Suguru, you’re serious, right?” Satoru breathed.
Suguru nodded.
Satoru settled between his thighs without any further hesitation, pressing an open mouthed kiss right against Suguru’s clit. Suguru’s body gave a little start. He didn’t expect Satoru to be so quick about it. He reached for Satoru’s hair on instinct, tugging him close.
Satoru had his tongue pressed flat against his slit, gently probing into his hole. He groaned against him as if the act was giving himself as much pleasure as it was giving Suguru.
“Satoru—” Suguru gasped, his thighs tightening around Satoru’s shoulders. “Sa—” God, he couldn't even finish his words. Satoru was so good at this.
Every lick and every messy kiss sent sparks of electricity down his spine. It was almost overwhelming— but mostly it was good. He was so stupid to not have done this sooner.
Satoru was usually never quiet, but he was quiet now because his mouth was busy. He was focused on Suguru almost greedily, touching and tasting him like he had been waiting to do this again forever. He wasn’t even trying to be careful, just sucking at him until Suguru jolted and trembled, gasping.
Satoru’s scent was making him dizzy— he was aroused, but also happy. It filled his lungs with every inhale as Suguru bucked his hips against Satoru’s mouth.
Everytime Suguru’s legs threatened to squeeze shut, Satoru firmly held his thighs apart and pressed his tongue deeper and harder, as if he were punishing him with pleasure.
“Oh god—” Suguru fisted Satoru’s hair, biting his lip.
“You’re slicking so much,” Satoru groaned. “You like this a lot, don’t you? We could do this all the time, Suguru, if you let me. Not just birthdays. God, you taste so fucking good.”
Suguru could only moan, feeling the pressure build fast, and before he knew it, he was coming, clenching hard as his orgasm tore through him. He could feel his thighs shaking, his fingers yanking at Satoru’s hair. Satoru didn’t complain one bit; he just kept lapping at him, his scent bursting with pride. He only pulled back when Suguru whined and shoved at his head, overstimulated.
Satoru looked up at him, his lips glistening with Suguru’s slick. He grinned.
“Good?”
“You know it was,” Suguru panted. “How many times have you done this?”
Satoru shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t really kept count.”
“That many times?” Suguru asked, hoping he didn’t sound sulky.
“Could be a lot more if you weren’t so stubborn,” Satoru said, crawling up the bed to hover over him now. He kissed his jaw, his chest rumbling like the satisfied alpha he was, but Suguru could feel the tension in his shoulders as he held on to him.
Suguru pushed at Satoru until he rolled onto his back.
“My turn,” Suguru said, sliding down between Satoru’s legs.
Satoru’s expression brightened. “You don’t have to—” He was saying, but his excitement was obvious.
“I know,” Suguru cut him off. “I want to.”
He pulled Satoru’s pants down, his cock swinging free, already hard and leaking. He heard Satoru inhale sharply as he wrapped his fingers around the base of it, stroking once before leaning in. He licked him tentatively at first, but the sound that escaped Satoru’s lips spurred him on. He ran his tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins running along it, making sure to pay special attention to the head. He wrapped his lips around the tip, loving the way Satoru’s scent flooded the room, warm and slightly sweet— it was intoxicating to watch the strongest man he knew tremble from just his mouth.
Suguru stretched his mouth around Satoru’s thickness and length, sinking lower and lower, listening to Satoru’s broken moans.
“Suguru, fuck—”
He worked him slowly, one hand around the base while his tongue pressed against the underside. Satoru’s fingers were in his hair, but he was careful not to tug or push. He just held him, his hips jerking up each time Suguru sucked.
“God, you’re perfect,” Satoru groaned.
Suguru just closed his eyes and swallowed him deeper, ignoring the way the words sent a different type of pleasure down his spine. He bobbed his head, taking mental notes of what made Satoru shudder and moan, or what made him tremble under his grip.
Eventually, Satoru’s scent spiked again and he could tell Satoru was close.
“Suguru— Suguru, Suguru, I’m gonna—”
Suguru hummed, hoping the vibrations would give Satoru even more pleasure. He hollowed out his cheeks, taking him in as far back into his throat as he could.
Satoru eventually gasped, his voice cracking out Suguru’s name as he spilled into his mouth. Suguru swallowed it down, milking him with his hand.
“Suguru,” Satoru groaned, sliding his hand down from his hair to cup his cheek. He was looking at him so reverently, Suguru almost looked away.
He sat back, wiping his mouth with his thumb, licking his lips. Satoru watched the movement with the eyes of a predator, his chest heaving.
“It’s actually crazy how good you are at this,” Satoru said, breathing heavily. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
Suguru smiled. “I have done it before.” His voice was a bit hoarse.
Satoru’s frown followed quickly, and Suguru caught the faintest hint of sourness in his scent before Satoru leashed it.
“You said you didn’t!” Satoru exclaimed, pulling his pants back up hastily. “Who!? Whose dick did you suck?”
He sounded angry. Suguru couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t laugh, Suguru!” Satoru looked aghast. “When? There’s no way it was while we were at school. I would have smelled it on you. So when? Who?!”
Suguru slipped back on his own clothes, rolling his eyes even as Satoru continued to glare at him.
“Are you serious, Satoru?” Suguru chuckled, shaking his head. “You sound like an owl.”
“Suguru!”
Suguru reached forward, holding out his arms, and to Satoru’s credit, he didn’t hesitate to close the distance, holding onto him probably tighter than he usually would. Suguru cradled his face and kissed him. Satoru didn’t kiss him back. He was stony faced and pouting.
“I know you didn’t know me before Jujutsu High, so it’s unfair for me to act this way, but—” Satoru made an irritated noise in the back of his throat. “I— I just hate—” He groaned, tugging at his own hair. “Nevermind, fuck. Just tell me who.”
Suguru shook his head, laughing softly. “You, you idiot.”
Satoru frowned, his eyebrows scrunching together. Then his whole body seemed to relax as he put it all together.
“You really like to rile me up,” Satoru said, holding Suguru’s cheeks in his hands and squishing them. “Why do you torture me?”
“Satoru!” Suguru tried to slap his hands away, but Satoru kissed his forced pursed lips.
“If I didn’t already have white hair, I think you would give them to me,” Satoru said, kissing him again, this time nipping his bottom lip. “You’re so complicated.”
Suguru smiled against the kisses.
The rest of the summer continued in a similar fashion— a constant cycle of missions and studying, and then nights wrapped up in each other. They weren’t going all the way, but Suguru made sure to keep his birth control pills in Satoru’s bedside drawer instead of his own now. He was usually good about taking the meds, so he sure didn’t want to miss a dose because Satoru kept him up all night and he was too tired to remember the next morning.
The both of them found it hard to keep their hands off each other, even if it was just kisses, but Satoru was always up to doing more as long as Suguru gave the go ahead.
Suguru had his moments when certain missions hit him particularly hard, or a curse tasted extra upsetting, but more often than not, coming back to Satoru helped. A lot.
He clutched at the headboard, thighs clenched around Satoru’s head as he rode his face.
“Satoru—” he groaned, rocking his hips and grinding down against Satoru’s mouth. Satoru squeezed his butt and thighs, coaxing him to press against him harder, telling him silently that he could handle it, because of course Satoru could handle it. Handle him.
Suguru came with a low cry, back arching.
Satoru held him closer, swallowing and licking him clean. When Suguru eventually sagged forward and rolled off to his side, the expression on Satoru’s face was triumphant. He was grinning, Suguru’s slick smeared over his face.
“You should sit on my face every day,” Satoru suggested.
Suguru let out a choked laugh.
The shift from summer to fall was subtle, but the growing chill in the air and the pretty changes to the leaves' colors were telling.
Suguru was called into Yaga’s office for another mission. Yaga slid the briefing file across the desk towards him. Suguru picked it up, his eyes lingering on the location of the reported curse.
His hometown.
Suguru remembered the small streets, and the open farmlands, and all the people who looked at him funny because he started to see things others didn’t. And then started to look at him even funnier when he turned out to be an omega.
He thought of his parents, and how he said he would visit them.
Well, this was his chance.
He was going home.