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Bars in college towns were always the easiest pickings, in Toji’s eyes.
It’s where he can get cheap drinks, kids willing to pay him a few bucks to buy them cigarettes and booze, and maybe find a cute piece of ass that won’t remember him in the morning.
And that’s on a good night.
Now, here, in the dim light of his usual hunting grounds with a beer in hand and a cigarette between his lips, Toji watches the younger crowd of college kids start pouring into the bar after their classes have let out for the day. He’s akin to a monster, and these are his stalking grounds.
There’s a few of them that catch Toji’s eye, but he keeps to himself, tucked in a far corner, breathing smoke into the air like a dragon overlooking its hoard. Something akin to a darkness in the air enters the bar, and Toji looks up with slight amusement as he looks towards the emitting presence.
He’s almost taken aback by what he sees – as if everything has culminated in his day to this one moment, and he takes another drag off his cigarette before snubbing it out on the ashtray before him. He’s almost about to light another one when he sees them.
Three students – all clamored around each other, as if they can’t believe they made it past the front door, even if there isn’t a bouncer for this kind of backwoods place. The shortest among them is a girl. Brown hair, equally brown eyes, with seemingly perpetual purple that encircles the bottoms of them from long nights and even longer days. The second that hovers over her is a boy – slightly more stocky in frame, but in a way that suggests he keeps up a workout routine. He’s got an annoying bang that frames his face, and Toji wants nothing but to tug it out of his vision and stare into those purple eyes that scan the place like a predatory cat.
Then… the last one. The one that’s practically hanging all over the other two. The one that’s the loudest, the brashest, the one that caught Toji’s attention with his aura and essence, alone.
White – it’s all the kid is. White hair, white skin… white eyelashes that bat out along high cheekbones as he takes off his sunglasses with a cheerful, carefree smile. It causes something akin to rage to boil beneath Toji’s skin – that smile. It’s a look that Toji wants to crack, to break, to bend to his will and watch the other crumble beneath him. Even Toji himself is taken aback by his feelings of violence. There must be something about the college kid that makes him feel this way… and before the end of the night, he’s sure that he’ll figure it out.
He watches the trio march their way up to the bar – probably with fake IDs in hand – and start to meld their way into the crowd so as to not bring much attention to themselves.
Toji already has a deal with the bartender. Once he sees something he likes – he’ll get it. No matter how many drinks it takes, no matter how ethical the means… His eyes narrow as other college students mill about between the group and him, as if parting as a sea of fish, allowing the three forward towards the seats that coincide with him and his own. It’s a reverent thing, one that brings awe to everyone’s faces, as if they themselves can hardly imagine that their own bodies would move so fluidly out of the way of these three underclassmen.
So strong is the aura of the trio that even the bartender gives him a glance, and Toji’s face splits into a grin as he allows it. He allows them to get closer, to sit where they wish – this is Toji’s hunting grounds, and he will hunt whoever and however he pleases. Aura be damned, he’s going to get what he wants.
And what he wants is that white haired beast that is currently sliding into the seat next to him.
The boy doesn’t even deign him with a glance – a chaste look that would tell him that there’s someone beside him. Behind him. Waiting, staring, boring holes into the brat’s head that would be lethal under any other circumstances. His eyes flick over to the bartender, who catches his gaze quickly, methodically.
The bartender smiles, and walks over to the threesome of giggling college kids talking amongst themselves as if they haven’t just walked into the proverbial lion’s den.
“What can I get you guys?” The bartender asks, and the white haired boy is the first to answer.
“Cranberry juice and vodka! Enough to make it taste like juice.” He chirps, and Toji grimaces at the flavor combination. There’s no way that this kid is old enough to drink if that’s what he thinks a college kid would order. The other two order a pair of beers, obviously wanting to blend in a little bit more with their surroundings, and the bartender bows slightly as he gets to making the trio’s orders. He fishes out two beers first, cradling the necks between his fingers as he masterfully pops the tops off of each one with a skilled hand. He places down two coasters, and serves the two of them their beers with a finality that shows he’s still around, but has his sights set on other patrons.
The bangs kid takes both of their drinks in hand and, one by one, sprinkles some salt over the coasters. Toji wants to whistle at the kid’s knowledge of how to keep a drink from sticking, but that would raise too much attention to his current fixation on the three of them – mainly the white haired creature that is too busy watching the bartender pour out his cranberry vodka to care about anything happening around him.
The bartender takes out his shaker and fills it with ice – following it up with said cranberry juice and a jigger or two of vodka. Enough to taste like juice, as the kid had said. The bartender begins to lightly shake the ingredients together, just enough to mix but not enough to foam, before snapping the lid off and pouring out the now sickeningly pink liquid in a martini glass that he retrieved from the cabinets up top. He slides the drink across the counter top on a napkin, a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, and the white haired kid thanks him with a clapping of hands and the aloofness of a kid that’s got too much of mommy and daddy’s money on hand.
A perfect meal ticket.
Toji lights another cigarette, and he notices that the girl of the group starts to light one of her own. Their eyes meet over the shoulder of the white haired boy between them, and Toji lets his eyes fall first as he nods at her. Just playing the part of a nobody in a bar full of nobodies. She takes the social cue and looks back down to her lighter, cupping the flame as she fights against the indoor A/C currently blowing out her light. Finally, she manages to catch a break, and the tip of her cigarette blooms with a bright red cherry. She inhales sharply, blowing out just as such, upwards above their heads. Toji offers no such courtesy, instead letting his smoke billow out of his nose, down to the counter, letting it roil over the hardwood and drip down the edges.
The white haired boy finally seems to notice the difference of scent. While the girl’s cigarettes are sweeter, more full-bodied, definitely made for someone that smokes but not as a habit – Toji’s are rough, acrid, and cheap. He smokes to take the edge off of his work life, she smokes to relieve some of the stress of school. While they are similar, Toji thinks, they are worlds apart.
The boy turns around with his drink in hand, nose crinkled up in obvious disgust as he tries to figure out where that smell is coming from. He freezes up as he finally –
finally
– notices Toji… and it’s as if Toji is being held in place by a cosmic force.
Bright, baby blue eyes hold him in stunned silence. The white of his eyelashes that frames the boy’s eyes flutter closed, scrunching up his face even more as he tries to keep himself from being revolted by Toji’s cigarettes… while still wanting to look at the man that has sat next to him practically unnoticed.
Unseen.
As if by some otherworldly force, he hadn’t even registered the man’s existence… Until now. That thought obviously rages across the young boy’s facial features, and Toji would grin from the absurdity of the situation if he wasn’t just a little bit peeved at the boy’s lack of a poker face.
Meal ticket, meal ticket…
“Sorry – do I smell that bad?” Toji finally breaks the silence, and the boy’s entire body seems to go rigid at the deep sound of his voice. Toji’s always been told his voice is commanding, and he usually uses that to his advantage when it comes to work and getting laid. While he was only planning on using the kid for a free beer and possibly some food from the bar… the thought of getting his dick wet isn’t entirely off the table, if he can be honest.
“No… It just… took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting to turn and see someone here. Sorry.” The boy apologizes, obviously sheepish at acknowledging his own mistake. It looks like he’s not used to doing that. How cute.
“No worries – I’m used to melding into the background.” Toji responds, not half lying. He’s used to being silent, unseen. From a young age, he was taught that – and he got good at it.
“So,” Toji says, pushing the memories away, “What’s your name?”
The boy stops sipping his drink with a small pop of his lips, “Satoru.”
That was easy. Kid obviously doesn’t know anything about the term ‘stranger danger’ if it struck him in the ass and touched his throat. Which, the more that Satoru talks to him with that sugary, syrupy voice – Toji wouldn’t be opposed to.
“Toji.” He finds himself also saying, and Toji feels shock at himself for being so outright with his name, instead of giving a false one. He guesses that this is a night for firsts for both of them.
“Toji…” Satoru says, working the name in his mouth, and Toji feels his dick twitch at the thought of the younger man screaming his name as he’s split open and taken from every angle under the sun. He mentally bats at his cock, telling himself to calm down, that there will be time for that later…
“How’s your drink?” Toji asks, and Satoru takes another heavy handed sip. He’s over halfway done with it at this point, and Toji can tell that it’s already having an effect. Satoru’s face is starting to get flushed, high on the cheeks, his lips a nice rosy red as he holds the rim of the glass to them, resting against them. Satoru’s tongue swipes out over the edge of the glass, collecting any of the cranberry juice's sugary residue, and Toji once again feels himself harden in his pants at the imagery of the kid’s lips wrapped around him, choking him with his length.
Toji leans away, leaning against the wall behind him, and Satoru mindlessly leans forward, into Toji’s now vacated space. Toji eyes him darkly, but whether Satoru is just that dense or doesn’t care… it’s kind of hard to tell with how those eyes stare at him so… trustingly.
Toji lifts a finger to the bartender, who notices that Satoru is almost finished with his drink, and makes to making him a new one. He makes this one a little bit stronger – more alcohol than before, just a little bit less juice, this time. He slides the drink over right as Satoru gulps back the last dredges of his first drink, and a light sparks in Satoru’s eyes as he picks up the new one and continues on his drunken journey. Toji can’t help but smile at just how easy this is going to be.
“You hungry?” Toji asks, hoping that Satoru will take the hint.
“Nah – I hear eating will dull your vibe.” Satoru says, and Toji can’t help but feel like an old man trying to figure out Satoru’s kid lingo. He looks at Satoru, confused, and Satoru lets out a twinkling laugh – one that is far too petite for his long limbs that seem now cramped underneath the bar and hanging over the edge. Satoru smiles, and takes another sip from his drink.
“I want to get drunk as fast and cheap as possible. Eating will make that harder – It’ll soak up everything I’m working with!” Satoru says, as if it’s the most obvious answer in the universe. He turns to talk to his friends now, who are on their own second and third beers. The girl is powering through faster than the two boys, and Toji can’t help but feel a slight stir in his loins at the thought of having her for the night. But he’s got to keep his eye on the meal ticket – he’ll get the obvious money pig out of the three of them, if it’s the last thing he does tonight.
“Okay, if that’s your thing.” Toji says, a little put out, but he raises his own now lukewarm beer to his lips, the hand holding his cigarette hanging languidly off his thigh. Satoru’s blue eyes never seem to leave that lit cherry, his gaze never wavering from that spot, and Toji readjusts his hand to hang right in front of his groin. Satoru audibly gulps as his eyes continue to trail after his hand, and Toji smirks besides himself. He lifts up the cigarette slowly, watching how Satoru’s eyes train on it like a dog waiting for a treat.
“You want some?” Toji asks quietly, and Satoru’s throat works as he contemplates what’s just been asked of him.
“Huh?” Satoru asks, in response, as if he’d completely lost everything that Toji was saying. Toji’s smile widens as he realizes that Satoru’s friends are completely in their own little world over Satoru’s shoulder. Perfect.
“You keep looking at it. You want a drag? I have a whole pack, so don’t worry about it.” Toji says in a silky tone, a deep baritone purr that sends a visible shiver up Satoru’s spine. He swallows heavily, that pink tongue darting out from between even pinker lips to swipe over them, and Satoru's eyes never seem to leave the smoldering ashes that line the top of the cigarette. Toji offers once more, more in earnest this time, and Satoru reaches forward with a hesitancy that's cute for how cock sure he seems to be in everything else.
Satoru takes the cigarette between his fingers, studying it, scrutinizing the scent and how the heat radiates from the cherry up towards his fingers. That's when he finally decides to take the plunge – bringing the cigarette to his lips, sucking in harshly to the point Toji knows he'll choke.
Hopes for it.
Satoru's eyes water, and he does indeed choke, coughing hesitantly at first, before choking behind his hand as he tries to push the smoke out of his lungs. The girl turns around for a second, checking on her friend, but Satoru waves her off, handing the cigarette back to Toji with tears in his red eyes. Toji can't help the chuckle that erupts from him, low and predatory. Satoru looks embarrassed, like he's never been laughed at in his life… maybe he hasn't.
Toji brings the cigarette back up to his own lips, and he can taste the sugar and bite from the boy’s drink still on the butt – a chaste, stolen kiss that has both of their eyes locking as Toji takes his own drag from the cigarette. Satoru’s throat works around a lump, and Toji knows exactly what’s going through the younger man’s mind as he grins lazily. He leaves the cigarette between his lips as he reaches over to press up the younger man’s chin, which has been hanging open this entire time. Satoru’s teeth close with a small ‘click’, his lips pursing into a thin line.
“How old are you, anyway?” Satoru asks, and Toji’s eyes flick over his shoulder to his friends, warily. The other two have gotten caught up in some sort of medical talk, and Toji finds that it’s a much more boring conversation than the one he’s having here and now. He smiles, grim and dark.
“Old enough to be your father, probably.”
“Oh? Is that a promise?” Satoru says, batting his eyelashes and fishing for the skinny straw in his drink to bring it to his lips. He gives an exaggerated suck, and Toji thinks that this kid is really fucked in the head if that’s enough to get him rip and roaring to go.
Jesus christ, he might be in over his head with these college brats.
“You wanna see my ID to prove it?” Toji asks, and thinks to himself that the kid will have to die for it if he chooses the wrong answer. A risk he’s willing to take for some ass, Toji assumes.
“Nah, I believe you.” Satoru waves off the conversation, scooching in closer – so close Toji can smell the splash of cranberry juice that was spritzed into the vodka that Satoru is pretending is water, “But hey – what’s an old man like you doing in this bar, anyway? You aren’t a professor.”
He says the word with an elongated ‘S’, and Toji’s eyes darken as he makes a motion to order Satoru another drink. The bartender notices his movement, and sets about getting more vodka from behind a glass case as he finishes off the current bottle on another student’s request.
Paying off the bartender wasn’t such a bad idea in hindsight, Toji finds.
A third drink makes its way into Satoru’s grubby fingers – this one a little bit less of a shade of pink than the others – but Satoru doesn’t seem to mind the ever increasing taste of hand sanitizer as he slurps at the overflowing rim greedily. A sigh is pulled from deep inside of him as he lets the no doubt burning sensation of the vodka swell up and circle down his esophagus and settle into the pit of his stomach. The rest of his drinks must be sloshing around in there, and Toji wonders if the kid wishes he had some food right now to settle the no doubt harsh bit of reality that is making its way back up to settle against the backs of his teeth.
Or rather, it would, if Satoru was Toji’s age. Nowadays, a good day is one without acid reflux. Today is one of those days, as he picks up his still first beer of the night, nursing it against his lips.
“Heyyy… aren’t you going to keep up?” Satoru asks, a little bit of a slur on his words, before he rights himself and sits up straight with a hiccup. Busted.
“I’m a bit of a lightweight – I also like to make my buck go as far as I can make it.” Toji lies, the lie flowing from him as easily as the booze flowing down Satoru’s throat.
Satoru’s smile grows wide, the tips of his ears a rosy pink that is further accentuated by the highlighted sheen of visible sweat along his cheeks. Toji thinks that the kid really must be going through it right now.
Satoru inches a bit closer as another drink is pushed in front of him – and that distance from his friends just further cements how this night is going to go in Toji’s mind. He sneers as he backs up further into the corner, as if a snake coiling in on itself, ready to strike. Satoru doesn’t seem to register the danger that he’s in, blissfully sipping at his now practically only vodka concoction that isn’t nearly as pink as he seems to think it is.
“Man – College is such a pain! You spend every waking moment studying, taking tests, studying, taking tests… it’s a drag!” Satoru whines, leaning further across the bar than previously, burping a bit as he puts pressure on his stomach. Toji tries to play sympathetic, his hand coming down to lay innocently on Satoru’s thigh. Satoru doesn’t move away from him, doesn’t flinch like anyone in their sane mind would do at the touch of a stranger. Perfectly pliant, the fire of his body heat radiating through the tight jeans he’s got slapped on.
“Anything that I can help with that monotony?” Toji asks, honey sweet words making Satoru’s face burn brighter as he lets the words creep into his mind and nestle their way into a crook of his brain. He swallows deeply, probably fighting the urge to vomit, but the look of illness never sets across his features. Which is good – Toji was never the type to be a sympathetic hand when it came to puke.
“Mmm… maybe.” Satoru slurs out, his own hand moving down to rest on Toji’s, fingers playing with a thick vein that runs down the back of the older man’s hand that trails from his wrist to his ring finger. Satoru seems to notice the lack of one, and something in him sparks. Toji grins, further dragging Satoru into his scaly depths of depravity.
“You see something you like, Sugar?”
The nickname goes over Satoru’s head, because if he took any offense to it, he’d be sure to say something.
“You’ve got some pretty big fingers…” Satoru observes out loud, and Toji’s fingers twitch. He downs the rest of his first beer and motions to the bartender for another one.
“Yeah? What do you think I could do with those fingers?”
Satoru’s face burns brighter than a blazing flame as the thought obviously works its way through his mind. He swallows thickly, again, and Toji could press his cock so far down the boy’s throat he’d definitely puke. Gross.
“I bet you could do a lot with them…” Satoru says, coyly, and Toji feels as if this conversation is treading water, not going anywhere, staying barely afloat by his own pressing.
“Like?” Toji asks, pushing the younger man towards what he knows Satoru wants to say, but probably doesn’t have the courage to say out loud – despite having however many drinks in him, so many that Toji lost count.
“Like… you could fill a person up with them. I bet they’d make a great addition to some good times.” Satoru says, finally, pulling his hand away to bring the last dredges of his drink up to his lips. Toji takes a slight offense to his words, no matter how filthy they may be.
“I bet I could make you cum from just my fingers.” Toji retorts back, and Satoru pulls a face.
“What, like… manual? Ew, gross.” Satoru says, flapping a hand around in a flippant nature, as if waving off Toji’s declaration to the winds, far away from him, “That’s what we have toys for.”
Toji’s eyes darken, and his smile grows thin. The scar across his lips tightens, pinching into the corner of his mouth as he tries to not bark a laugh in Satoru’s face.
“Are you just saying that because you’ve never come from someone’s fingers before?”
“No, I’m saying it because I’m not an animal.” Satoru huffs, downing another gulp of his cocktail. He’s almost finished with the whole thing – Toji’s on a short time limit. If he can get just one more of those sugary drinks into Satoru, then he’s set. Hell, maybe the kid will actually pick up the tab for him and save him a few bucks.
That’s a bet that Toji is willing to put down his number for.
“So – what do you usually use?” Toji asks, bringing the mood back to something a little bit more flirty, his hand wandering down to gently grip at Satoru’s thigh. If he wasn’t sitting down, he’s sure he could fit the kid’s entire upper thigh between his forefinger and thumb, and the thought makes his dick twitch in ways that he never even imagined would be possible. He swallows down the moan that threatens to break out of him at the thought of breaking those slim legs, and returns his attention to a still babbling Satoru.
Kid likes to hear himself talk…
“So, long story short – that’s why a Rose is the best out of any toys that I’ve personally used.” Satoru finally finishes up, batting those big, blue eyes up at Toji as he sucks down the remainder of his drink, only to find with glee the bartender sliding a brand new one right in front of him.
A Rose?
Wait…
Toji’s hand slips further down the front of Satoru’s inseam, and grips. Satoru gives a slight jump, almost spilling his drink all over himself and the counter top, and looks at Toji with a mischievous glare.
“Whoa there, partner!” Satoru hisses, “Not a big fan of exhibitionism!”
Not yet, Toji thinks, and retrieves his hand. He definitely didn’t feel a bulge – so that could only mean…
“You hiding something down there for me, Sugar?” Toji croons into Satoru’s ear, and Satoru can’t seem to help the way his entire body shudders at the close proximity. Even still, with his face flushing from the embarrassment of being groped in public, his quickly intoxicating state, and the pet name, Satoru still has enough fight in him to flick his blue eyes across Toji with a deadly stare.
“Don’t call me that.” He hisses, and Toji leans back, acknowledging Satoru’s words.
“Easy now,” Toji begins, leaning back in to pepper more soft touches to Satoru’s jawline, “I was only kidding.”
Satoru seems to take the words and run with them, crooning like a dove at Toji’s advances. It’s now that Toji realizes his two friends must have gotten up, as they are nowhere to be found. There’s a coaster over the girl’s drink, though, letting the bartender know they’ll be back. Probably went for a smoke break, Toji thinks – and his own gums itch for one, himself.
But there’s more pressing matters at stake here and now – and getting his dick wet is his number one priority at this moment. It’s been at least a good hour and a half since the trio had come in, and with the two of Satoru’s friends nowhere to be seen, Toji can only assume that their debate session had moved outside where they can be more vocal. Probably so it can devolve into something more heated. Who knows – all Toji knows is that the alcohol has had its time to run through Satoru’s system, and if his swaying is anything to go by, Toji would say that now is the time to strike.
“Come on, let’s get out of here…”
‘Sugar’ is the first thing that comes to Toji’s mind. Sweet like sugar, a sugar baby, sweet as those sugary drinks he’s been slurping down… Toji knows the way into the pants of kids like this is a discreet, but cutesy, pet name.
“Easy, Sugar –”
“Don’t… don’t call me that…” Satoru slurs, and Toji smiles at the small slight change of character. He ushers Satoru out of the bar with a small peck on the side of his head.
“Alright, Darling. I’ll call you whatever you like.”
Satoru hums in appreciation, apparently delighted at the new nickname. Or at least, if he has any objections to it, he doesn’t voice them as vehemently.
Toji has to practically hold the kid up by his shoulders, hefting him up on shaky legs as they make their way back to the seedy motel that Toji has stationed at. He almost thinks about carrying Satoru over his shoulder like a damsel being kidnapped – but that’s not his style, and the kid is too tall and lanky, his feet might still dangle to the ground even over Toji’s broad shoulders.
Plus, that would draw too much attention to them.
They make their way into the motel room, the lights above them flickering to life as Satoru is sat unceremoniously on the bed that’s stained with all sorts of bodily fluids, haphazardly thrown into a wash with bleach and any other cleaning supplies to try and resemble anything clean. He makes a face, but Toji pushes any other whining away with a sloppy kiss laid prettily along Satoru’s lips, tracing his tongue along their part and shoving its way into Satoru’s mouth as his hand holds Satoru’s jaw open.
Satoru lets himself be dragged along for the ride as he mumbles something into the kiss that Toji couldn’t really bring himself to care about. Something about his phone, and asking where it is. Probably left behind at the bar, if Toji had to guess.
Not that it matters to him – he is too busy climbing onto the bed over Satoru, crawling into the younger man’s personal space to care. Satoru stares up at him with wide blue eyes, wet with confusion and from staring up at the lights for a little too long. His pupils are blown wide, the effects of the alcohol evident on his face as a burning blush rampages across his features.
Toji nestles right up against Satoru – framing him in, caging him against the bed with his large musculature. Satoru isn’t small by any standards, but here, he looks down right tiny all shrunk in on himself, arms splayed down on either side of him like a doe in a field waiting for the scavengers to pick its corpse clean.
Toji’s hand slides down Satoru’s stomach – eliciting a giggle and wriggling of hips from a still drunk Satoru. Toji smiles at the innocent nature of it, even if the act itself isn’t innocent, at all. He continues to tread on, catching the edge of Satoru’s hair before he comes across any underwear.
“You going commando, Darlin’?” He asks, toothy and wolfish, and Satoru stifles a giggle as he bucks his hips up into Toji’s hand.
“It’s more comfortable. Makes for a good surprise, too.” Satoru says, and Toji really thinks that the kid is trying to kill him. He digs his nails in the soft spot of skin right above Satoru’s pubes, eliciting a squeak from Satoru before running his fingertips over the scratch marks. He twirls his fingers in the white curls, tugging playfully at the ends until Satoru is a squirming, melting mess beneath him. Toji knows that he doesn’t need to actually touch Satoru to get the boy wet – just massaging the general area is enough to get the boy’s mind working into overdrive about how good it’ll actually feel when he does. He watches how Satoru’s chest heaves with labored breaths, gasping for air as he works himself up in a tizzy without little more than Toji’s wandering finger’s help.
Toji leans down and catches Satoru’s earlobe in his mouth, rubbing the piece of flesh between his teeth. Satoru lets out a small whine – whether it’s out of discomfort or embarrassment or even pleasure, Toji’s not entirely sure. He bites down a little harder than necessary, eliciting a definite ‘no’ out of Satoru’s mouth as the younger man tries to push him away.
Toji kisses the pain away, licking down the back of Satoru’s neck, laying sloppy kisses down in his wake. They happen to make Satoru more pliable – happiness apparent in his soft croons as his own hands come to massage at Toji’s large forearms, kneading the flesh and making Toji wish that the boy would do more with those hands than just touch him above the belt.
He finally pushes his fingers down past the dewey curls that adorn the top of Satoru’s mound, working their way past Satoru’s folds and stopping a hair’s breadth away from Satoru’s clit.
“You wet just from a little kissing, Darlin’?” Toji teases, dipping his fingers inside of Satoru – tips only – just enough to elicit a groan from Satoru's chest. The younger one keens as he pushes his hips up, all the while throwing his head back into the pillows.
“Toji… stop fooling around!” Satoru whines, and Toji can physically feel Satoru's cunt throb literally beneath his fingers.
“Aw, but Darlin’, that's what we're doing. Just a little fooling around…”
Toji nuzzles up against Satoru's temple, breathing heavily down Satoru's nape, trying to keep his composure even as he feels his own cock straining in his pants.
Toji’s fingers finally push past the outer lips of Satoru’s pussy, delving into the warm depths of moistness that engulfs his digits. Toji wants to replace his fingers with his tongue – to drink in that warmth and wetness, to slurp at Satoru’s cunt until he’s writhing and begging for Toji to push his cock inside of him.
Satoru wriggles a bit to reposition himself, putting one of his arms around Toji’s large neck. He stares down at where Toji’s hand disappears beneath the band of his boxers, watching how his fingers swirl and rock back and forth across his clit. It’s a little painful, and Satoru winces as Toji’s moderately dry fingers rub him before dipping down to tease his entrance with the beginning tips of his fingers.
“Fuck – Toji! It hurts!”
It hurts, but that’s only because of how Toji’s big, rough fingers are grazing against him, dragging against him – molding against him.
Touching, learning . It’s a painful experience – being learned of.
“Easy, Darling. It won’t hurt in a little bit.” Toji purrs, and his fingers dip into Satoru’s hole with a slight angle. They don’t go in all the way, but the weight of his words and actions heavily lands between Satoru’s ears, settling on the back of his tongue as he tries to keep from hurling insults at the older man.
His fingers flatten, rolling over Satoru’s clit in slow, deliberate circles. Satoru breathes through his nose like a petulant child, waiting for their treat, and wriggles his hips in annoyance. Toji’s hand slaps down, and Satoru squeals a bit.
“Keep steady, Darling. That’s the only way I can be sure to make you feel good.”
Satoru lets out a huff of annoyance, his lower lip pouting out so far that Toji wants to take it between his teeth and tug. He instead decides to bring the younger man into a false sense of security, nuzzling against his temple, lazy kisses pressed to the corners of Satoru’s eyes. His fingers take up residency between Satoru’s folds again, and he makes himself more comfortable as he resumes his ministrations.
“So good for me, Darling. Pretty little thing.” Toji croons, and Satoru preens at the compliments. The younger man closes those bright baby blues, fluttering white eyelashes fanning over his high cheekbones as he starts to breathe slowly. He focuses on what feels good – how the calluses of Toji’s worn fingertips catch and tug at his sensitive skin. Toji’s middle finger continues to dip into his hole lazily, before being dragged up to encircle his quickly engorging clit, and Satoru only has a moment to savor the deliciously tantalizing feeling before it’s being dragged away with Toji’s motions, back down to dip inside of him. Satoru wants to whine again, to demand Toji go faster – but his cunt still gives an aching, deep throb from the last time he was hit, and he’d much rather not go through that, again.
Toji hits something – a bundle of nerves – right at the top corner of his clit, and Satoru’s hips jerk up without his bidding. He freezes, and can practically feel the way that Toji’s smile curls across his mouth in a sadistic way, darkening his features as he looks down upon Satoru.
“Feel good, Darling?” Toji asks, and Satoru peeks out from under snow white lashes to stare up at Toji’s deep green eyes and intimidating frame. He nods, a simple ‘mm-hm’ escaping out of him as he sheepishly nods his head. He hadn’t meant to buck his hips, honest!
But the way that Toji stares down at him, he knows that the man wouldn’t take that as a respectable answer. He’d know that Satoru was lying, anyway.
“C’mon Darlin – take these off.” Toji demands, retracting his hand away from Satoru’s aching clit. He brings his fingers up to his face, sniffing them before shoving them in his mouth with a wanton moan. Satoru pulls a face, but Toji could care less as he watches Satoru wriggle out of his boxers, tossing them over the edge of the motel bed with wild abandon. He rearranges himself again, throwing his arm behind his own head, now, to give himself a better view of the plane of his own stomach.
Toji can’t help but wonder just how vain the boy really is – but the same could be said for him, he guesses.
Toji returns his now wet fingers to Satoru’s clit, swirling them around in tight circles that has Satoru rocking his hips in response. Satoru’s mouth opens a bit in a slight moan, those unnaturally blue eyes locked on where their flesh connects.
‘Little freak,’ Toji thinks to himself. He makes his fingers swirl in tighter circles, swishing them back and forth across Satoru’s clit like he’s strumming a guitar. It makes Satoru squirm more, his mouth opening a little bit more, gasping for breath as he arches his back. He angles his hips for a better connection, for more contact, to make sure that Toji’s fingers are rubbing against that very specific spot…
Satoru’s entire body begins to shake – he’s close, Toji can tell. There’s the tell-tale signs that Toji lives for in a sexual partner about to cum.
Sweating.
Shaking.
Small, whimpering cries of ‘please’ and ‘Oh God’.
Minute hip thrusts as if all they can do is chase after their own pleasure, completely drunk on the feelings that Toji can inflict on them. No regard for the outside world – even as their own mental palace comes crashing down around them, degenerating into a lust filled state of being.
Satoru comes with a loud, shaking cry that borders on a wail. He clamps his thighs closed, gripping the sheets and pillows behind his head as he tosses his head from side to side.
Toji’s name is all that falls from Satoru’s lips – “Toji, oh God, oh fuck… Cumming!”
It’s enough to make Toji’s cock fully erect, to a painful degree. He waits until Satoru’s thighs unclench, falling open a little bit, just enough to release Toji’s hand even as his fingers continue to work at Satoru’s now throbbing clit.
He brings his hand away – just for a moment –
Toji’s hand comes down quick – and Satoru’s legs flinch closed as he chokes down a sob that breaks on the back of his throat. Toji wishes that he was recording, just so he can hear that sound come from Satoru again and again.
“You fucking asshole! That hurt!” Satoru whines, and Toji’s fingers return to circle Satoru’s swelling clit.
“Won’t hurt so much if you keep yourself open.” Toji hisses, the threat lingering between them as Satoru’s legs quiver and shake.
Satoru shuts up with a snap of his teeth, ducking his chin against his chest as he cinches his eyes tightly closed. His jaw sets, grinding together closed as Toji’s fingers continue to play with him. Toji lets his fingers dip down into the wetness between Satoru’s legs, coming up to play with the stringy cum that connects between his digits, wanting to once again put those fingers in his mouth and work his tongue around them.
Satoru’s hand comes down from behind his head, now holding onto Toij’s arm with a shivering grasp. It’s a miracle that the boy is able to grip at him so tightly, given how much he’d had to drink. His head must be absolutely swimming by now – an orgasm and drinks never mixing well in Toji’s experience. Satoru must be stronger than he thinks…
“Fuck … Toji – wanna cum…” Satoru mumbles, digging his fingers into Toji’s bicep.
“Have you been a good boy, Satoru?” Toji asks, and Satoru's head jerks up and down.
“Uh-huh… yeah… I've been real good… for you… please – let me cum …!”
“Hmmm…” Toji hums, swirling his fingers around Satoru's clit at increasing speed, “See. I told you it wouldn’t hurt.”
Satoru lets out a string of ‘aah’s and ‘ooh’s, his hips jerking up ever fervently as he tries to chase his oncoming climax with a certainty that Toji finds adorable. How exactly would he behave if he…
Toji’s fingers stop suddenly, spreading Satoru’s folds as he does, and Satoru could kill him with a glare if that were possible.
“You fucking asshole! Why’d you stop?” Satoru snaps, jerking his hips this way and that to try and relive the sensations that Toji’s rough fingers had been inflicting upon him just moments ago. Toji smiles, a sleazy thing, as he dips his fingers inside of Satoru to catch all the lubrication currently dripping out of the boy.
“I wanted to see how you’d react. You’re kind of cute when you’re angry.” Toji remarks, and Satoru huffs as he lets his hips fall back onto the bed. Toji rubs away that frown with a renewed movement of his fingers, changing to the occasional slap to Satoru’s clit that has him squealing, humping the air as his legs twist and contort below them. It’s almost like an exorcism – the way that Satoru’s legs bend and his hips lift up off the bed.
Kinda hot – in a freakish sense.
But, he thinks, that’s pretty much how fucking Satoru is in less than ten words, so the kid has that going for him. He replaces his fingers against Satoru’s cunt, watching with elation how Satoru’s entire body jerks at the contact – as if a live wire has just been pressed against his clit.
Satoru’s head feels fuzzy, as if the last orgasm mixed with the alcohol is really starting to get to him. Fuck, maybe it is…
Satoru groans — he really shouldn’t have drank that much.
He tries to push Toji’s fingers away, suddenly getting cold feet as the man’s warm hand works him to a dizzying completion. Satoru shakes his head, muttering something along the lines of ‘don’t want to’, and Toji feels his dick harden just a tiny bit more at the pitiful excuses that fall from Satoru’s mouth… even as the boy’s hips continue to ride his fingers.
Toji plays with Satoru’s entrance, dipping his fingers in teasingly, running their calloused tips over where Satoru’s folds coalesce. Satoru continues to fight him, pushing Toji’s fingers away, only for Toji to bring up his free hand and encircle Satoru’s wrists with one hand.
Both wrists! Satoru can’t believe it! His head goes woozy at the realization, how erotic it all is, and his body betrays him as a gush of liquid dribbles from him as he cums. Toji whistles, continuing to finger Satoru’s insides with his thick fingers.
“Didn’t take you for a squirter, Darlin…” Toji says, and Satoru feels his face burn.
“I didn’t either,” Satoru mumbles. He’d never done that with Suguru…
Suguru…
Satoru finally thinks about this friend; Friend with benefits, fuck buddy, one and only – whatever you wanted to call them, that’s what they were.
Are.
Satoru’s head is cloudy now, and he scrunches up his face as he pushes the balls of his hands in his eyes, rubbing at them furiously. He wants this to stop… or does he?
Toji leans forward to grab a kiss from Satoru, holding his head steady with his slick fingers. Satoru grimaces at the cold sensation, and Toji bends down to lick the boy’s cum from his hand and Satoru’s face in one, thick stripe. Toji moans at the taste, angling himself so he’s in between Satoru’s legs, bullying himself closer to the still dripping cunt that sits between them.
“C’mon Darlin… one more for me.” Toji croons, and Satoru shakes his head with tears in his eyes.
Satoru’s head is swimming, “I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can, Darlin’. I know you can.” Toji says, firmly, bringing Satoru up to sit on his knees before Toji. Satoru’s cum starts to leak out of him, dripping down to stain the already stained sheets beneath him, and Satoru shudders at the feeling.
He kneels before Satoru, his cock straining in his boxers, and he drags them down across his hip bones agonizingly slow. Satoru’s eyes are wide as saucers as he watches, and Toji can practically see how the sheets beneath him become more damp with each inch that he reveals. Satoru works his tongue around in his mouth, pressing it against his cheek as he swallows, deeply, his adam’s apple bobbing as he does so. Toji feels a sense of pride build up inside of him. He finally releases his cock from its bindings, letting it bounce free, almost slapping Satoru in the face from their close proximity to one another.
Satoru shuffles a bit, trying desperately to hide the wetness between his legs, meanwhile his eyes can’t seem to leave Toji’s cock. It’s mesmerizing – big enough to fill Satoru whole and leave nothing left. He moves his tongue from side to side, pushing out his cheeks like a chipmunk, as if he’s trying to figure out how he’s going to make the girth fit .
It’s a look that Toji can never get enough of.
“On your knees, Darlin. I’ll take care of this.” Toji says, and Satoru surprises him by moving just a little bit closer, bringing his open mouth to encircle Toji’s head, and sucks.
Toji’s hips jerk a little bit, losing his composure at the sight of those baby blue eyes staring up at him with his cock in that perfect, pink mouth…
Satoru gasps a little around the forced intrusion, gulping saliva back as he tries to not drown on his own spit as it overflows into his mouth and throat. He pushes himself a little bit further, breathing heavily through his nostrils as Toji’s hands quake, hovering over his head, wanting so desperately to dig themselves in that soft looking white hair…
Satoru moves down a little bit at a time, working his jaw as he pulls back as if he’s trying to not get lockjaw simply from a few passes at a blowjob. Toji wants to ram his fucking dick down the boy’s throat and get it over with, but his self-control knows no bounds, and he wants to relish in the sight of Satoru trying so very hard for him for a little bit longer.
Toji knows that Satoru is practically dripping for him as he works him with his mouth. A bit of saliva breaks past the seal of Satoru’s lips, dribbling down his chin. He pulls away for a second to rub it away, and Toji takes his chin in his hand, tipping Satoru’s head up to look at him.
“Let’s get you situated, Darlin. On your knees.” Toji reiterates, and Satoru seems to have some form of self preservation, as Toji’s tone has him doing exactly that. He turns his back towards the older man, waggling his butt provocatively, a sly smile on his features as Toji smiles at him wryly.
“Keep going on like that – and I might have to teach you a lesson about how I treat kids like you that tease me.”
“I’m not a kid!” Satoru protests, but he’s cut off as Toji brings his hand down hard on Satoru’s ass. Satoru squeals, clenching his legs tightly shut despite how his cunt gushes at the contact.
“You’re a kid to me, brat.” Toji retorts, rubbing his hand over the already red and welting mark. Satoru croons at the cool touch of Toji’s touch, pushing his ass up further into Toji’s grasp, and Toji’s smile turns devilish as he lines up his cock with Satoru’s entrance. He teases the opening with the head of his cock, spreading his pre-cum across Satoru’s opening.
Toji always made sure to wear protection with his other flings… but something about Satoru is special .
Something about how those blue eyes look at him over those slim shoulders makes him want to do things to Satoru that he’s never done with anyone else.
He drags the head of his cock down to rub at Satoru’s still sensitive clit, watching with elation how it causes Satoru to jerk away, humping the pillow holding his hips up.
“T – Toji! Put it in! I need it!” Satoru whines, and Toji continues to rub his cock up and down Satoru’s wet cunt with a slow, steady pace that shows he’s in no hurry.
“Hm… keep begging like that and maybe I will.” Toji teases, leaning forward so that his cock slides all the way down Satoru’s folds, slotting against him like a puzzle piece. There’s still some room to go, Toji’s cock head rubbing past Satoru’s clit plus some… and it makes Satoru swoon at the thought of just how deep Toji will be able to fill him.
“Please – Please fuck me! I need to feel how you feel inside of me!” Satoru begs, his face flushing as he does so, the dirty words pouring out of him, something that he never did with Suguru.
Usually they stick to just touches – soft, quiet, reserved.
The exact opposite of Toji.
With Toji, it’s rough, erratic, passionate . It’s everything that Satoru could possibly ask for in a partner, plus him having a massive cock is a plus in Satoru’s eyes. He just has to hope that Toji can fit inside of him without breaking him…
Toji finally finishes playing with his outside folds, pushing inside of Satoru slightly, pulling out and pushing in in another tease of power that has Satoru whining at the stretch. Delicious and aching, Satoru is split open on Toji’s cock as he arches his back to give the older man more easy access. He can feel his insides quivering and clenching around Toji, refusing to let the man pull out, practically begging for him to go faster .
“You ever let your little boyfriend fuck you like this, Darlin?” Toji asks, lowering himself to bend over Satoru’s back, whispering in his ear, watching how the faint bristle of Satoru’s undercut straightens to stand on edge.
Satoru shudders beneath him, a hushed ‘no’ coming out of his lips before he can stop it.
Toji slams in, and Satoru goes careening forwards into the pillows. He starts to growl, but Toji reaches forward to take the pillows and fluff them up underneath Satoru’s hips and chin. He shoves the boy’s face into the pillows, and Satoru’s muffled cries and wildly flailing arms tells him that Satoru is panicking. He lets Satoru get up, reaching over to light another cigarette as he flicks the lighter between his fingers. He hides the flame from the blasting A/C unit, puffing on the cigarette hanging lazily from his lips until the cherry burns hot and red.
He watches how Satoru flounders to get his hands underneath him, pouting as he looks over his shoulder at Toji with ruthless eyes. Those blue eyes hold Toji in their pointed gaze, and Toji takes those eyes and holds them with his own green, sucking on his cigarette as he starts up at a lazy pace. It breaks Satoru’s concentration, and his eyes flutter as he moans out a strangled ‘fuck’ .
Toji knows that he has that effect on people. He has fucked his way through a good majority of the student body at this point, working his way through the teachers, too. He’s surprised no one has caught on – but maybe they don’t want to admit that it was the best fuck of their lives, or maybe they just don’t care. It’s not like Toji ever hurt anyone…
Toji takes a drag off his cigarette, and a thought blossoms ugly and wretched across his mind as he processes it. He looks down at Satoru’s pale skin – so clean, so unblemished… he wants to ruin it, be the mark that makes sure Satoru remembers him.
He brings the cigarette from his lips, and with a steady hand, grabs Satoru’s arm. He wrenches the limb around, delighting in how it makes Satoru yelp and try to wriggle away.
“Wait – what are you doing?” Satoru asks, a slight tinge of fear in his voice, before it in itself is wrenched out of him in a painful wail.
The scent of burning flesh encompasses them – singeing its way into Toji’s nostrils, and his nose flares at the scent. The air fills with the sickeningly sweet scent of smoldering ash, the tangy burn of the fine hairs on Satoru’s arm wilting and burning to the root. His dick twitches at how Satoru’s insides squeeze around him, tightening so hard that he swears the kid is about to rip his dick off. That just excites him more, and Toji gives a forward thrust that almost knocks Satoru down onto his face.
“You! Fucking asshole!” Satoru screeches into the pillows, sobbing as he tries to wrestle his arm back out from Toji’s grasp. It’s a failed attempt – futile, as Toji holds Satoru’s wrist in between his forefinger and thumb effortlessly.
‘ As if he’s not even trying ,’ Satoru realizes with tears in his eyes.
Toji digs the cigarette in a little bit harder, really pushing the ashy end into the young college boy’s arm, and Satoru whimpers as he tries to pull away, again.
And again, he fails.
Satoru’s insides continue to flex and clench around Toji as waves of pain wash over him, and Toji flicks the butt of the cigarette away from them, hearing the slight flick of the worn butt hitting the ground with a soft sound that is only equaled by the slight moaning coming from Satoru’s throat. It’s a guttural sound, low and pained, like a dying aquatic animal sinking to the endless depths of the lowest part of the ocean. It’s a sad call – one for companionship in such a dark, bleak time.
Toji is not one for such a task.
He brings Satoru up on all fours properly, propping the college student upright into the pillows, and begins to fuck him anew.
Satoru lets his body be used like this, moaning uselessly as he tries desperately to keep himself up above the pillows. He so wants to let his face smoosh into the softness, to let his brain turn off and just enjoy the pleasure – but the stinging pain blistering through his arm is a stern reminder of where he is and what he’s doing. He just wants to go home, but Toji’s hands firmly planted on his hips tell him he’s not going anywhere any time soon.
Satoru lets out a throaty whine, guttural and wanting, as Toji continues to thrust inside of him with wild abandon. Satoru’s insides themselves seem even less likely to let Toji go, sucking him up inside of him with a tightness that has Toji’s teeth grinding in his skull.
“Fuck, Darlin’. You feel perfect around my cock, don’t you?” Toji asks, grinding his hips down and watching how Satoru’s body arches at the contact. Toji plants a heavy hand between Satoru’s shoulder blades, holding him at an angle that has those velvety insides ready and waiting for Toji to fuck even harder.
Satoru wants to ask him to slow down – but the words don’t seem to come out of his mouth, dying in his throat to be replaced with luscious sounds of wanting need.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you, Darlin’.” Toji sneers, leaning forward to breathe over Satoru’s shoulders – his breath fanning over those flushed curves and down Satoru’s back as it bristles with gooseflesh.
“I can’t – I can’t, Toji!” Satoru finally manages to breathe out, fighting for air, his hands shaking even now as he feels his body betray him; Teetering towards the edge of another painful orgasm. He knows that Toji is about to rip it out of him, daring him to topple over that edge just to prove that he can.
Toji knows that he can – he’s done it before, and he’ll do it again to someone as cute and malleable as Satoru.
“Gonna fuck a baby in you – would you like that?” Toji asks, grunting out the question as Satoru keens beneath him. Satoru clutches the pillows beneath him, shaking his head desperately.
“Don’t! No – you’ll – that’ll ruin me and everything I’ve worked for! I can’t –” Satoru pleads with him, coming to renewed life as he struggles against the older man’s hold, and Toji snarls a hearty guffaw as he presses in deeper, making Satoru squeak with pleasure.
“Keep going like that and I will.” Toji threatens, pounding into Satoru’s clenched cunt with forceful thrusts. Even if Satoru doesn’t want it – desperately arguing against it – the threat still makes him wetter at the thought. Satoru’s mind is a fuzzy haze, the alcohol and pleasure rippling through him so hard he thinks he’s going to be sick.
“You want my cum, Darlin? Want me to fill you up, get you pregnant? Hm?” Toji asks, getting closer as Satoru begs for him to pull out.
“Please – don’t!” Satoru stutters out, even as his insides beg for Toji to cum inside of him, gripping ever tighter as he tries to claw away, crawling over the pillows holding his hips up. Toji grips him by the waist, pulling Satoru back down on him, filling Satoru up until he’s a panting, aching mess.
“Ooh, say it again, Darlin – I’m close.” Toji purrs, his fingertips feeling as if they will permanently bruise Satoru’s skin, threatening to leave a constant indent in his hip bones that could never be washed away or grown out of.
“Don’t! Don’t cum in me!” Satoru reiterates, his body defying him as he feels another orgasm building in his lower gut at his g-spot continuously being hit. He never thought he could come from penetration alone… but that was before he met Toji.
Something in the way that Toji’s cock caresses him from the inside, pressing ever so sweetly in Satoru’s most private crevices – it sends a zeal through Satoru that has him teetering over the edge, gasping for air as he tries to fight off the oncoming orgasm, scratching behind him at Toji’s hands. It only serves for Toji to grip at Satoru’s wrists, tugging him up by the arms, pulling him taut like a strung bow until Satoru swears his shoulders will pop out of their sockets.
Toji starts to really fuck into Satoru in this new position, wrestling with Satoru’s legs to keep him locked in place. Satoru’s ankles encircle Toji’s calves, hooking over the musculature as he readies himself for the ride of a lifetime.
The orgasm is a painful one – one that runs ragged through Satoru, bearing his soul and body open to Toji’s elicit smile. He comes soon after, much to Satoru’s pleas of ‘no’ and ‘don’t’ – but it just makes him cum harder, his balls constricting as he buries himself in to the hilt against Satoru’s quivering cunt.
“Nooo…” Satoru says finally, his insides pulsing nonetheless, emptying Toji of all that he has to give. Toji groans happily in Satoru’s ear, letting Satoru’s arms fall free onto the bed beside him.
“Don’t worry, Darlin’. I’ve got some good genes – it won’t be a total loss.”
Satoru sobs, “I can’t get pregnant! Not with –”
“Not with your boyfriend?” Toji finishes for him, and Satoru once again chokes at the thought. Toji wants nothing more than to lean down and lick at the beginnings of tears that are forming on the corners of Satoru’s eyes, clumping his pretty long lashes together. But that would be a little too mean, he thinks.
After all – he refuses to tell Satoru the truth behind everything…
He’s shooting blanks – but the way that Satoru lays there, ass in the air, shuddering from his last overarching orgasm ripping through his body… He doesn’t think that he’ll tell the boy that vital piece of information.
Toji gets up from the bed, lighting another cigarette, and takes a look out the window of the seedy motel room. It looks like it’s going to rain, and Toji wonders if that means the young man will have to spend the night… after all, he didn’t bring an umbrella.
And Toji isn’t about to just send his newest toy out into the cold rain.
He’s not a monster.
Not like that, anyway.