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People could say Satoru Gojo’s life was perfect, he had everything everyone ever wanted, money, a great inheritance, a perfect GPA, not having to work if he didn’t please, a ton of girls flocking around him? Excellent. His parents not giving too much of a fuck about him except for marriage and offspring? Well, that could be a pain in the ass, but who cared if he had all the forementioned?
The truth was that he thought the same as the public. Satoru felt proud of his social status but not so much about the last part. Being stuck in a relationship with someone forever sucked and even more if your parents wanted to chose a partner for you at 26 years old.
He wasn’t such a party frequenter, but they were okay to fill his needs of social butterfly and hookups from time to time. Exams were almost passing by themselves being just too easy. He had his life pretty much resolved, thank God.
That was until he attended his first math class of the semester, on a random Tuesday at exactly 10 AM. Obviously, Satoru was a little late, just 7 minutes, making him enter in the middle of the lecture and curse mentally at the few empty seats to sit on.
He spotted an empty chair, right in the front row. ‘Great’, he thought, the worst place of all, were only nerds sat. Once he threw his stuff over the desk, Satoru looked beside him to nasty glare at the expected ugly geek, having to choke on his thoughts finding someone completely different.
There it was, a man with a serious, calm expression, his lips decorated with snake bites, an eyebrow piercing, all dressed in black and silky long black hair, half tied up in a bun.
Quickly he stared up front, slightly shocked, where the teacher was explaining the introduction of the classes and such, like somebody cared.
Another thing about Gojo was that he never doubted his sexuality. Perhaps only two times, in his whole life. It wasn’t important though; they happened a while ago.
On his last year of high school, he lowkey though a guy a year younger than him was attractive, but it had only been a platonic admiration, nothing gay.
The second time had been in his second year of college, when he was drunk (from drinking two shots, thank you very much, he was a lightweight) and accepted playing spin the bottle. The stupid empty glass container decided to pick a classmate of his instead of a girl (they were all ugly anyways) and he had no other choice but to kiss.
He could have denied but the peer pressure was too strong, and he was tipsy. He didn’t feel much at the situation, didn’t lean closer when the guy licked his mouth and didn’t discreetly pop a boner. Right?
Right.
Those things happened to every man at certain point of his life, to reassure their straightness.
Anyways, he wasn’t gay, his classmate was gorgeous and caught his attention for his dark style. It was brotherly admiration. Couldn’t a man admit that someone the same sex was good looking? What did he have? A fragile masculinity? Of course not! In fact-
“Excuse me”, a voice next to him spoke. A sweet, collected and even sexy voice was directing at him.
Satoru, being interrupted at his wrecked train of thoughts, turned his head again, meeting sleek brown eyes.
“Yeah?”, he asked, totally not feeling his stomach weirdly twist. The chocolate frappuccino he had 30 minutes ago was probably the culprit.
The mysterious beauty signaled to his desk with a mocking smile.
“Could you hand me the copies? You kinda stopped the chain going.”
There was, indeed, a pile of copies on his desk. “Oh, sorry.” he said in a faint voice as he grabbed one paper and handled him the other ones.
Satoru SWORE their fingers grazed subtly.
The stranger only nodded. “It’s okay.” he said, as he continued handing out the copies.
He felt fucking stupid. Fuck his first impression if he ever wanted to be friends with him. But at the same time, why was he overthinking so much about a stranger? A MAN?
Gojo got to the conclusion that he had to stop eating so much sugar, it was beginning to rot his brain.
Class ended, not having paid much attention for obvious reasons and as soon as the professor waved goodbye he rushed out of the classroom.
Shoko had to know about this, and he owed her a coffee.
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Satoru sighed in relief when he saw that the cafeteria was almost empty. There were a few people here and there, some with gloomy expressions, groups of friends animatedly chatting and then, there was Shoko, sitting alone, tapping at her phone with a bored expression.
He rarely went there, often opting to buy his own overpriced food, gotten from whenever he craved and his typical special seasonal iced or hot coffee from Starbucks. Today he chose a chocolate cupcake and a cookie for Ieiri. Even if she called him a pompous rich kid, Satoru was a very good friend and always bought her something to eat. Even if it was mostly sugary treats.
“What happened now?” she asks after grabbing the biscuit, tired of the conversation it didn’t even start yet.
“Wow, rude.” Gojo says, feigning offence as he sits in front of her. “Ok, so, there’s this guy I saw at math’s today and-“
“And you slept with his girlfriend and almost ripped your head off while the professor explained equations?” she says sarcastically after tasting the cookie.
“First of all, I haven’t slept with anyone in months.” frowning he sips on his poor attempt of a coffee.
“I don’t want that much info.” she deadpans, rolling her eyes.
“Second of all.” he raises his voice. “I came here for your advice and opinion, and you treat me this way!”
“Spit it.”
“Do you think it’s gay if I say that the guy was… handsome?” Satoru asks a little awkwardly, lowering his voice so no one would hear, as if it was sacrilege.
He feared being judged! Call it internalized homophobia.
The brunette looked at him dead in the eyes for the first time in five minutes. He couldn’t quite pinpoint her expression, was it surprise? Amusement? A quizzical look?
“Yeah, that’s pretty gay to me.” she nodded smirking, leaving her phone on the table and getting closer. “Are you having another gay awakening? Or are the unholy amounts of sugar finally rotting your brain?” she teases. “You know, in one of my classes y heard tha-“
“No! I don’t care about your boring medicine classes!” the white-haired whines dramatically, putting his face on his hands. “I can’t possibly be gay just because a classmate caught my eye!”
“Well, I don’t exactly know if you’re gay gay, but the B in LGBT means bisexual.”
Satoru reconsiders. No.
“I’m not bi, I never liked a man in that way.”
“It could be the first.” she pokes at his arm. “I’m trying to help, and you oppose to everything I say.” she conjected.
“But-“
Sometimes Shoko rethinks her whole life when she speaks with Gojo. They’ve been friends since high school, she practiced and perfectioned the art of patience but there were days (today) that she couldn’t stand his ass.
Her right eye twitches.
Noticing her mood shift, he gives her a break.
“You’re the only friend that’ll listen to me for more than one minute.” he pouts as he bites the cupcake. “And you’re the only lesbian I know.”
“No, I’m not. Utahime’s a-“
“The only lesbian that wouldn’t tear up my body and impale my head on a stick as soon as I open my mouth.” he quickly clarifies.
“Fair enough.” she nods smugly. “Anyways, what’s the guy like? A twink? A hunk? A bear?”
“The fuck are those things oh my God.” he asks confused.
“My doctor recommended me to only speak in gay.”
“Whatever. I only saw him today, he was all dressed in black, had piercings and ridiculously long black hair…” eyes sparking and feeling a little weird, he continued. “… brown eyes, a band shirt and couldn’t (didn’t dare) stare that much, I’m not a creep.”
“In math?”
“Yep.”
Again, with another expression that he can’t decipher. Her eyes glint and hums, seemingly thinking about something.
“Uh huh, interesting…” she checks her phone again, standing up. “Ok, gotta go now or I’ll be late to my medicine class.”
“What do you mean by uh huh? Do you know him?” he turns to see Shoko walking to the cafeteria’s door. “Do you know him?” he shouts at her from afar.
She only limits herself to signal a “no” with her finger, rushing out of the establishment.
Satoru stays there, feeling more confused than before.
Second math class. Gojo pretended not to choose the seat besides the mysterious goth, even if he had to sprint to his side so a random loser wouldn’t sit before him.
This time, he cheekily allowed himself to stare a little more. His curious eyes glanced from time to time at his classmate, pretended to look at the window and unquestionably enjoyed when there was a ‘copy passing time’. He could take a glimpse of his clothes or how many rings he was wearing and why not, his notes.
It turned out the foxy eyed was studying something related to psychology. The little Satoru could read on the others notebook was related to psychopharmaceuticals, so yeah, he was smart and could possibly analyze his whole personality with a small talk (it doesn’t work like that).
He also seemed responsible as he was always writing, even if the professor was explaining how his marriage was ruined and how math’s saved his life 20 years ago.
Somehow, the preppy boy managed to sit beside the goth one in the next classes too. How? It was easy. Nasty glaring was one of his abilities, everyone that dared to get close to his seat, was welcomed with daggers coming from Satoru’s eyes.
That was how they all made a silent agreement, and no one had the guts (or time to ruin their lives) to occupy the first row tenth seat. No one wanted to defy him for something so blatant and stupid. His reputation and surname proceeded him, and people weren’t stupid enough to complain, knowing the consequences would likely be changing colleges.
Five classes went by, and he couldn’t get the chance to engage in an innocent little chat. How pathetic.
That was until the most infamous thing every student hated came into the scene.
Group project.
Adrenaline rushed through his veins when the old man finally opened his mouth to say something interesting. His heartbeat increased, praying no one would ask the black haired one first.
“Now make pairs and I’ll be sending an email to each of you at the end of the day with the instructions.” the professor’s-tired voice said.
Gojo quickly looked to his right, feeling funny at his chest when blue eyes met honey, already observing him with amusement and something else.
“Hey, wanna group?” he asked, trying to keep his cool when he finally could talk to him directly.
“I thought you’d never ask.” he replied with a smooth voice, making his stomach tingle and eyes spark. “Geto Suguru.” he said, extending a hand so elegantly he thought he was greeting a fucking princess.
He didn’t know if to shake it or kiss it, opting for the first.
“Gojo Satoru.” Suguru’s hand was warm, soft and his nails were painted black. “I’m free today, if you want to advance something of the project.” eager much?
“Sure, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the library after class.”
“Sounds good to me.” Gojo said a little too overjoyed, but Geto didn’t mind. In fact, he thought he was kind of cute.
The first day of math class wasn’t the most awaited by Suguru. In fact, he despised that subject since he was old enough to form a thought, but of course, he had no other choice but to take the assignment.
That glorious Tuesday morning started upside down. For some reason, he didn’t hear the alarm go off and woke up late, which was extremely uncommon for him. Once he rushed to take a shower, the water decided to stop coming out of the faucet, thanks to the optimal university facilities, (he took a mental note to complain about it later) and, he didn’t have breakfast.
One characteristic about Geto was that he was a control freak, or at least that’s what his friends always mocked him about. If something went wrong the whole day would be ruined and a frown would decorate his face until he got home.
Maybe his predisposition to go to that class jinxed him. However, Suguru’s mind made a full reset when a pretty boy walked in (having gotten late), threw his things over the desk and sat beside him. Tall, fluffy white hair, preppy clothes and bright blue eyes. Overall, he looked expensive and how his cologne smelled confirmed the suspicions. The kid was rich.
Okay, maybe math classes weren’t so terrible after all. He smirked to himself the whole day, remembering his classmate stare at him for the whole two hours.
Suguru could totally speak to him first, buy simply opted not to. Just for fun, that’s it. He wasn’t socially inept but wasn’t that communicative with strangers either, if the guy wanted to introduce himself, he would, sooner or later. Right?
“Hey, wanna group?”
Jack point.
He really was beautiful, wide and expressive eyes, long lashes, thin fingers, deep voice but still cheery, a little bratty and even if he stumbled on his words from time to time (was he intimidated?), he was still charming.
At the library, Suguru took his time to examine him in detail. The white-haired seemed like a closeted nerd, not only because he claimed he had all A’s, but also for his interests (he caught a glimpse of a Digimon sticker on the back of his phone). A closeted nerd, and something else.
But who knew?
Not Satoru.
Though, he was certain that Geto was smart, even if he had been struggling a bit with formulas and made silly mistakes here and there. It was completely fine because he put work on understanding when he explained, and Satoru felt funny when the black-haired looked at him through his long lashes with so much attention and something else.
Was he wearing mascara?
Yeah, no, Gojo wasn’t sure. The girls he’d been with had thick eyelashes that looked fake enough to low-key disgust him.
“How did you get that result?” Suguru asked, leaning closer and pointing to Satoru’s notebook. His body tensed.
Maybe it was his imagination, but he perceived the goth sitting too close next to him, their shoulders almost touching.
He put on a bravado and feigned a cocky smile. “It’s not that hard, you just must sum all the percentages and multiply them to the…”
After two hours of work, he called it quits. Yawning and stretching his long limbs, Suguru noticed his shirt lifting an inch. So, he was lean, he took a mental note.
“So… what is your major? All evening together and I still know nothing about my project partner.” Geto asked as he began picking up his books and pencils.
“Astro physics.” he replied. Even if he had been nosy enough to deduct his classmate’s mayor, he asked out of courtesy. “You?”
“Psychiatry.” he hummed as he crossed his legs. The decorative chains on his pants chimed. “To be honest, I’m sure you noticed but I hate math.” he chuckled as he scratched his neck.
“Oh yeah, I did notice.” nodding, he caught himself staring at the other’s thighs. Even if the clothes were baggy, he noticed that Geto was well built. “ I’m used to explain stuff to others, my friends are always pestering me to do so… “
“Really?” he said with a little surprise. “Damn, then I’m lucky you picked me as a project partner.” he was smug. “Maybe you could also give me private classes just like your friends.”
Satoru felt himself blushing, like a fucking schoolgirl that just received a compliment by her crush. But he wasn’t 15, or a woman or had a crush on Suguru. He cleared his voice.
“Oh, I- yeah, why not? You don’t seem to be annoying like them.“
‘Cute and predictable’, Geto thought.
“I could be worse though; you don’t know me yet.” he joked.
“Nah, I don’t think so.” Satoru shook his head as he grabbed his phone. “We can exchange numbers, text me if you need any help any other day that we don’t share classes.“
As they exchanged contacts, he didn’t have even a second to think about the possibility of the brown eyed flirting at him, because Shoko (speak of the devil) texted him.
Shookoo: party at haibara’s tonight, bring your emo boy if u want, tell him we’ll play mcr lol
Gojo had to hold a laugh at the last part. Was she spying on him? Was she a witch? Was it the lesbian intuition? He didn’t have a clue but chose to shoot his shot.
“Hey, sooo, my friend invited me to a party tonight…” he licked his lips as he looked back at him. “I mean, I don’t know if you frequent those…”
“Is it because I dress like this?” Geto inquired, raising a brow with a teasing tone.
“No! No, no, I-“ his hands moving frantically in the air, denying.
“Chill, I was joking.” Suguru laughed. “I’ll be there, send me the address later.”
He got up, grabbing his backpack. “See you later, Satoru.“ waving goodbye, he disappeared among the vast library.
Gojo was dumbfounded. The way his name rolled out of the other man’s man should be illegal in at least 47 countries, this one included. It was sweet and smooth, and he didn’t know why it tickled his brain.
When he got to the party, it had already started. Satoru had spent too much time trying to pick an outfit, for whatever reason. Not because of Suguru, of course not.
Being fashionably late was usual for him, his trademark.
Truth was, he never enjoyed these types of wild reunions. The crowd, the nasty smell of smoke and pot, the unnecessary loud bass boosted music and dumbass games could go to hell.
But tonight, he had a mission, which included speaking a little bit more to Geto. The study session made Satoru feel more curious about the man and not to mention, he craved the full attention he gave him.
Sadly, time passed, and he couldn’t find the raven-haired beauty. Giving up, he steps out of the way, slowly meandering through the swarm of people as he tries to find a place to breathe.
The backyard saves him, feeling less overwhelmed the second he steps outside.
“Oh Satoru, I thought you didn’t come.“
His heart skips a beat. There it was, that saccharine voice again that made his only neuron jump, up and down, on his brain.
Suguru was sitting on a chair, legs crossed and smoking a cigarette. It was chilly outside, but he seemed to be okay wearing just a Deftones shirt and baggy jeans. A chain adorned his neck and two rings each hand.
Maybe Gojo would give My chemical romance another chance.
“What?” coming out of his one second trance, he answers. “I thought you didn’t come! I’ve been looking everywhere trying to find you.” he pouts as he grabs another chair, pushing it closer to the other man.
“You’d think I’d stay inside with all those animals?“ he chuckles softly, puffing a cloud of smoke opposite to the white-haired.
“Fair enough.” his eyes automatically stick to Geto’s fingers, oddly getting his attention. He notices he retouched the black nail polish. “I had to get the hell out of there, it was getting too rowdy.”
“Tell me about it.” he winces. “an hour ago, a creep thought I was a girl and tried hooking up.”
Satoru crackles, subtly breathing out in relief. “It’s because of your long hair.”
“Yeah, but you can’t expect a girl to be so tall, also, he was drunk as fuck. “ he snickers. “Say, you don’t drink?“ he asks curiously, tilting his head to one side, locks falling over his shoulder.
“Nah, I get tipsy with just a shot.” he leans on the chair, casually seeing a couple arguing far away from the pool. “Do you?”
Suguru hums, affirmatively. “I’m a bartender.” he smiles, shifting his expression to a pity one. “Too bad, I can’t make you drinks then.”
“I could try one.” he says a little too quickly, propping his chin on his hand, leaning in. “But you’ll have to deal with me after. Those are the consequences.”
Geto’s eyes roam his body up and down with a glint on his eyes, thinking. “I can take you.”
Satoru nearly chokes on his spit. That was an innuendo, right? He felt stupid. It was like once he got in a 3-meter radio of Suguru his brain decided to disintegrate.
“Which drink would you make me then?” trying to recompose himself, his voice still not sounding as casual as he’d wanted.
“Something sweet.“ responding too sure of himself.
“Do you also read minds?” Gojo grins, his eyes sparkling at the right guess.
Suguru chuckles, throwing the cigarette to the nearest trash can, almost missing. “Every class you walk in, you’re slurping on frappuccinos.”
So, he did notice him.
“Don’t drag me out! I know I have a problem, my friends are always nagging at me, judging how much sugar I put into my coffee.” he crosses his arms, pouting.
“Sorry babe, I’m not complaining, it’s actually kind of endearing.” Geto laughs again, his eyes close when he does so, it’s quite charming. “I could make you a soft non-alcohol beverage if you want.”
Satoru isn’t sure if he forgot how to breathe, talk or specifically make his brain function. The pet name made his cheeks blush pink. Again, with the schoolgirl antics. This wasn’t normal for him, the way he reacted to everything the black-haired man said was weird, strange, unknown.
The microseconds Gojo stood in silence to process things, Suguru took advantage to smirk mischievously, watching chaos unfold the other boy’s head. He’d wait for him, of course, poor thing.
The chatting extended for an hour or so. Both talked about their lives, Geto came from a small town, his parents still lived in their small house and loved him very much. He’d chosen psychiatry because he religiously thought most of the professionals in that area sucked, not caring much or nothing at all about their patients.
Maybe he had a bad experience with one, or who knows. Gojo decided not to indulge for now. Meanwhile, he also told him about his family and how they fervently wanted to have grandchildren and tie him up to their business path, him having rejected everything and ran out to college to just… breathe.
Talking with Suguru felt nice. Sadly, in all his years no one wanted to truly know him more than they already knew about Gojo. His surname was kind of a curse if you thought about it. He proceeded with one of the most influential and rich families in the country and, people only cared about that.
It sucked ass.
But Geto was different. Tell me about low standards.
Flirting also went here and there in the discussion, the white-haired didn’t dare to reciprocate the teasing, feeling coy.
The door opened abruptly, making both of them jump on their seats.
“Oh, you’re here.“ a voice said from the kitchen door. Shoko gave them a quick glance. “Come inside, we’re playing seven minutes in heaven.”
She shut the door and brisked away.
Satoru sighed, irritated, she ruined the mood!
“She’ll kill me if we don’t go.“ he got up and gave puppy eyes to the goth. “Please? I’m her wingman.”
Suguru smiled and nodded. “Wow, you’re such a good friend.“ said in a mocking voice but still followed him inside.
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It wasn’t as packed as before, thank God. Making a bee line to where the brunette was, he found a group sitting in a circle on the floor and a bottle in the middle.
“Why won’t you just tell her you like her instead of playing this stupid game?” Satoru whispers at Shoko, who jabbed her elbow into his ribs. “Ow.”
“You owe me one for the other day.” she glanced at Geto, who sat beside Haibara and were animatedly chatting. “At least I’m aware of my sexuality and don’t play to test it.” she said as she moved her head to signal the black haired.
Satoru huffed and sat beside her. That’s it. No more coffee for a month for being a bully. Though, he’d never stood angry at her for more than two days. She was always right for roasting him.
And so, the game began. He wasn’t excited, he’d just take a shot (even if it’d kill him) to skip everyone, just like Shoko did until the bottle landed on Utahime.
How obvious.
He observed Suguru doing the same as him, which was a relief. Every time (three times by now) the goddamned plastic chose him, Satoru felt sick to his stomach. Imagining the possibility of the black-haired going to the closet for seven agonizing minutes with anyone in there made him want to choke and die.
It's not like he was jealous, he wasn’t gay, it’s just that everyone playing there were hideous and not worthy.
A cheer erupted and got Satoru back from his thoughts, noticing the two girls coming back from the enclosure with dopey smiles in their faces. Good for them, he thought. Fucking finally.
“Your turn!” Haibara yelled at him drunk.
Gojo rolled his eyes and spun the bottle. Great, another shot he’d regret the next day. Except that, when he looked at his next rejection, his blue eyes met gold.
Suguru was smirking, waiting at him with his chin under his palm, like he was plotting something dangerous.
Gojo was straight.
Straight from heaven to hell.
His vision narrowed to just Suguru, he felt his ears ringing and his heart beating fast.
Fuck it, he was tipsy.
He quickly got up, Geto, a little stunned with eyes open and eyebrows upwards at first, followed suit. The crowd was speechless, surprised and with mouths open wide,
Ieiri took them to the wardrobe and basically pushed Gojo before he chickened out. The place was dark and thankfully it didn’t smell like anything at all.
The other man entered and a ‘have fun’ was heard from outside.
“So…” Suguru said, resting on the locked door, trying to give Satoru some room, even if it was two inches. “I’m gonna be honest here, Shoko told me you only sleep with girls. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Huh?” he blinked once, twice. “You guys know each other?”
“Yeah, we’re in medicine class together.” he grinned. “Didn’t she tell you?”
That bitch, that’s why she reacted so suspicious at the cafeteria the other day. But he’d have time to plot revenge later, now he had other issues to acknowledge.
“She didn’t say a thing…” he could see Geto’s silhouette thanks to the faint light that manages to come through the grilled door. “But um… I accepted the dare for a reason.”
“Oh? What reason?”
“I don’t wanna sound like a creep or something but I, uh…” he was having a hard time expressing himself which was odd. He felt stupid.
“You wanna experiment?“ Suguru helps him, completing the sentence for him.
“Yes.“ he blurts out. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to or if it’s fucking weird or-“
“It’s okay.” he gets closer, trapping Satoru against the wall, their chests almost touching. “I’ve seen you watching me in classes, haven’t you? Trying to figure me out? Or figure yourself out.”
One of his hands smoothly slid to hold his waist and the other cupped the blushed cheek.
Satoru gulped, his eyes wide and his heartbeat again rapid against his ribcage. He was taller but Geto’s presence by itself made him feel smaller. “You noticed?
“Baby even if you always wear sunglasses, I can tell you’re checking me out if your body’s language is outing you.“ Suguru said in an amused tone, his thumb grazing against his lips.
“Maybe it’s your psychology knowledge superpower…” he joked, his eyes locked on the other’s lips and darkened eyes.
“Maybe you’re pretty obvious.” moving closer, he purred. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yeah…”
Satoru sighed when their lips touched, his hands held on Suguru’s shoulders, which felt strong and hard below his palms.
The kiss was slow and careful, his hand patiently caressed Gojo’s cheek and he tasted like alcohol with a glint of cigarettes. It felt weird but in a good way. He could feel the snake bite piercings too, which didn’t interfere with the kiss itself. It was something new.
That past drunk encounter was lame, he realized the other dude basically licked his face and now he was experiencing the whole thing as he really should.
Suguru nips at his lower lip, tugging slightly before soothing it with his tongue. When he broke the contact Satoru leaned in, chasing his mouth.
“You good?” he whispered, breath tickling his face.
“I want more.” he pleaded.
“More? How much more?” giving Satoru a little peck, teasingly, he drifted to his neck, kissing it and encouraging his head to move to the side to give him more space.
Suguru nibbled on the sensitive skin rapidly heating the situation and giving it wet kisses. Oh, how Satoru wished it was his mouth instead, but he wasn’t complaining, as it made him sigh and melt simultaneously.
The thought of receiving never crossed his mind, however it wasn’t so bad or not bad at all. His mind buzzed and when their lips met again, it was rougher, Suguru was boldly kissing him like he wanted to after seeing that Satoru was reciprocating.
A warm tongue slid over his mouth, and Gojo instinctively parted his lips in a request for more. Their bodies finally pressed together, and he decided that if the black-haired wanted to just sloppily smooch in the closet he’d be okay.
Suguru wasn’t so calm himself, he was trying so hard not to just jump on Satoru right there. The softness on his lips and the sweet taste of his mouth drove him crazy, but he had to be patient not to scare Satoru off.
He couldn’t believe he had the prettiest guy in college pressed up against a wall, whimpering, and with his arms wrapped around his neck. He parted his legs with one of his own and smirked to himself when indeed, he was already half hard.
Satoru’s nails dug in as he bucked into his touch, unable to stop himself. He’s so far gone, drunk on more than just alcohol—drunk on Suguru on the way he whispers compliments on his ear.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful…” Geto whispers, his hands roaming from his chest to hold Satoru’s hips, were they seemed to belong.
Puffy lips, blushed cheeks and wide eyes observe him through long lashes. A devilish grin grew on Suguru’s face, feeling hips thrust subtly against his leg.
“Hmm? What is it?” their noses touching together and holding eye contact, he asks teasingly. “You like being praised?”
Satoru thanked that the dim light didn’t allow his fervent blush to be seen. His body felt too hot, and he was too horny to function. He’d never been this worked up before in his whole life, the air felt warm and he couldn’t form a single thought.
At the lack of response, Suguru’s fingers hooked on the rim of his jeans, pulling it teasingly while the other hand encouraged him to move again. The friction felt good, but it wasn’t enough, though the tension that had built up plus the eye contact was making Gojo squirm.
“Come on pretty boy…” he purred, whispering on his ear. “you’re pent up just by a kiss, I’ll let you use my leg.”
Satoru’s body trembled, his erection straining against his trousers and thinking that yes, maybe he has a praising kink. Embarrassing but not surprising. He bit his lips holding back a moan as he let Suguru move his body.
“There you go, just like that.”
His hands fisted in Suguru's shirt, hiding his face on the crook of his neck, the smell of his cologne and sweat heightened his senses.
Suguru chuckled low in his throat, fingers creeping down the other’s dress shirt and down to pull at his belt.
“Please touch me…” Gojo whined, too far gone to feel shame anymore.
Now it was Geto’s turn to malfunction. How could someone sound so good while heavily breathed?
He huffed and recovered quickly.
Suguru's deft fingers made quick work of Satoru's belt buckle, then slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers, pushing them downwards enough to free his member.
It was big yet he decided that it’d still fit on his throat.
His thumb glided over the slick, glistening head, smearing stream of precum that leaked from the slit. He got surprised at how wet Satoru was, just by a few kisses and dry humping. But he couldn’t mock him for all he desired because that single thing aroused him too.
After teasing him for a five more seconds, his hand wrapped around the base, without moving.
“Suguru…” Satoru grit his teeth as he grinds his hips ever so slightly into Suguru’s hand, which was resting, unmoving, on his very hard cock. “Suguru, come on, this is mean…”
“Oh, now I’m mean?” he smirks, finding the right spot right were his jaw met his neck and sucking hard. “I was gonna ask you if you wanted to fuck my face.”
Satoru's breath hitched at Suguru's words, his hips instinctively bucking into that tantalizing grip. “Fuck your face?” their eyes meet again. Blue’s showing lust and uncertainty. “But-“
“It’s okay.“ untangling one of Satoru’s arms, he brought two of his fingers on his mouth, pushing them deeper until his lips touched the knuckles.
Gojo’s eyes open wide, standing dumbfounded when the black-haired doesn’t even gag or show discomfort.
“What the fuck…” he whispers.
“Is it a yes?”
“Yeah.”
Wasting no more time, Suguru’s knees touched the ground and lowered his pants and briefs to his ankles. Satoru cursed at the lack of lightning in the tiny room because he could barely see those pretty brown eyes look at him sultry.
He licked from the base to the top, saliva mixing with the large amount of precum, humming at the taste. Satoru’s hands instantly flew to hold his silky long hair out of his face as his tongue caressed over the bulging vein on the underside of his cock.
He lets out a shuddering breath, his entire body tensing when Suguru finally takes him into his mouth. It’s hot, wet, perfect, and when Suguru hollows his cheeks and sucks, Satoru moans, actually moans, and if he wasn’t so drunk and desperate, he might be embarrassed about it. The piercings added a little spice to the sensation, making it more brain mushing.
Suguru hums in amusement, holding his strong thighs for support and motivating the white-haired to start thrusting on his mouth. He’d sucked dick before, obviously, but not one this big. He felt his throat stretch and had just a little difficulty accommodating around it once his nose touched the well-trimmed pubes, but no problem. He’d take it even if it was the last thing he’d do.
The face that Satoru made while he rocked his hips into him was something he wanted to commit to memory. The way his white eyelashes fanned over his cheeks, his brows knit together, and his mouth just slightly opened ignited something in Suguru, craving to please him just so he could keep seeing that face.
If that was how he looked fucking his mouth, so hot and needy, how would he look while Suguru pushed slow, deep thrusts into him?
He withdrew, with ragged breathing, a string of saliva still connecting them.
“Come on sweetheart, fuck my face like I’ll fuck you later.” he said lusciously.
Those were the words that Satoru needed to hear. It was the reassurance that kept him going, or so Suguru thought. Grabbing his hair once again, now he really started pounding on his mouth.
His heavy breath caused his chest to move up and down as he fought not to close his eyes. Suguru’s gaze never left him, shamelessly keeping eye contact while taking him so well in his throat.
Wet and gagging sounds filled the tiny space, spit and precum drooled on Suguru’s chin and he was taking it like a champ, breathing through his nose and clinging hard on Satoru’s hips as if it were life support, feeling a little light headed.
It didn’t take long enough before Satoru’s body was hit by an orgasm, his body shaking and a loud moan (thank Christ the music outside was too loud) leaving his mouth. Head hitting the wall behind him and a very much content Suguru swallowing everything and even cleaning his spent dick and rearranging his clothes.
“Oh my god…” he said, hands going back to Geto’s shoulders, who oh so sweetly moved the hair from his sweaty forehead and cupped his hot face.
“You good?” his voice was raspy but still showed concern.
“I’m more than good.” blinking, finding again honey and warmness changing from caution to amusement. “Give me a sec, I need to process…”
“I don’t know how much more time we have, but yeah, it’s not like I can leave you here.” he laughed, pampering his soft white locks.
Satoru had a lot to unpack here. He just received head from a dude, an attractive one to say the least, and discovered that maybe, just maybe, he had a praising kink. And other stuff.
Perhaps he wasn’t straight.
Not when he leaned again to get a slow kiss, not caring about tasting himself (it was hot!) on the other’s tongue and painfully had to separate because Shoko knocked at the door.
“Y’all better be done, I let you be here for ten minutes.” she deadpanned; voice muffled. A click was heard from outside, signaling the unlocking. “Both of you owe me one later.”
The two boys were stunned at hearing her words. She’d really had spared them three more minutes?
“Classic Shoko.” Gojo rolled his eyes. “She just did all that to owe her a favor.
“Yeah, but what would we do without her?” Geto chuckled, finally going out of the closet and blinking a few times, rubbing his eyes.
“My wallet would be safer.” he stated, following him and repeating the same action, eyes straining from the change of light.
“Oh, she only threatens me by not lending me the medicine notes.” that’s when his eyes furrow, reaching to Satoru’s neck. “Whoops… Your skin is too sensitive, might have left some marks.”
“I don’t mind.” he’d always hated when left marks, but not tonight. In fact, it was hot.
Suddenly he felt awkward, just standing there in the empty corridor.
Oh.
Suguru was a saint, he was probably hard too and didn’t bring it up.
“Umm… what about you?” he bit his lips.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Satoru pouted, feeling also a little irritated. “But I want to.” he stated. “You said you were gonna fuck me, or was it just riling up?”
Geto’s expression was one of surprise, his cheeks colored with a tint of pink. “I wasn’t lying but uh, I didn’t think you’d ask me so bluntly.”
“Dude, you sucked my dick, I don’t know if the experimentation thing was brought up by other guys and then left you hanging, but I’m not like them.”
“Don’t call me dude, I just sucked your dick.”
Gojo rolled his eyes, smiling amusedly.
“We’re gonna do it or what?”
“Okay, okay, you’re impatient.“ He closed the distance, grabbing him by the waist. “let’s go to my room.”
“You live here?“ they started walking, having to pass through the hall again, drunk people didn’t even notice them going up the stairs. “Damn Suguru, you lied about knowing Shoko and now this?” he faked being hurt.
“I wanted your number.“ he shrugged, smirking as he opened his bedroom’s door.
“You’re machiavellian, or a control freak, or both.” he said, noticing his room was like he had imagined. Rock band posters, CDs and a guitar. The whole space was sparkling, clean and tidy.
“Call me all that but I suspect you like the control part you’re chiding about.” he said in a low voice mischievously, pressing Satoru against the door as his hands creeped down from his shoulders to his belt.
Gojo gulped. Maybe Suguru was also a magician, and his hands had the ability to turn him on with just one touch. Smooth fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed him sweetly, tongue carefully exploring his mouth.
Suguru looked at him once his clothes hit the floor. He had expected Satoru to be lean yet muscular, but the sight was better than he had imagined. Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, accentuating his defined abs. The soft glow of the moon coming from the window highlighted the contours of his chest, showcasing the subtle dip of his pectorals.
He was in front of a work of art.
Gojo always acted all cocky and mighty, he rejoiced every time girls got shy once his clothes were off, but this time, he felt uncharacteristically coy. Because honey eyes, pupils dilated, were paying too much attention, all while tracing his skin with such care it made him tremble with desire.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re beautiful.”
Satoru blushed deeply at his compliment, feeling warmth spread through his chest. He grinned, tugging on Suguru’s shirt.
“Take it off?”
Without words, the black-haired guided him to the bed, pushing him with a hand on his chest. Even if the bulge on his pants was noticeable, he patiently took off his rings placing them on the bedside table as nervous eyes observed him from below.
He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t intimidated by the man. Mark me down as horny and scared, thought Satoru once Suguru let him see his naked upper body.
Broad shoulders, firm muscles, sun kissed skin and the faint trail of hair leading down to his navel all pleaded to be touched. But what caught Gojo’s eyes were the pierced nipples. Maybe he had died and got to heaven, he needed to touch those and play with them, lick and suck on them, he was going crazy.
“You’re staring.” Suguru smirked, hair falling deftly over his left side, his head cocked to the side as he began taking his pants off.
Sitting down on the bed, he reached for the other’s waist and kissed his stomach. “Damn it how could I not?” Suguru sighed, letting him unbuckle his belt and following a trail of kisses to his chest.
As Satoru’s lips trailed along his abdomen, the latter shivered, his skin tingling where that warm mouth touched. Once his tongue flicked out to lap at one of the piercings, Suguru’s breath caught in his throat.
He craved hearing more noises coming out of his mouth. This was more than having a hook up, it felt more intimate somehow. Gojo couldn’t quite describe how he felt yet, aside from aroused as hell.
Geto grabbed him by the hair, gently, pushing him closer, encouraging the ministrations. Satoru obliged, lavishing attention on both nipples, his tongue swirling around the rings and flicking against the sensitive flesh beneath. He nibbled gently, alternating between the two, coaxing needy whimpers from the goth’s lips.
Even if he was trying to appear confident, his hands shook slightly as he undid Suguru's belt, the metal clasp cool against his fingertips. He slipped the leather strap free, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers in one swift motion.
His cock sprang free, it was not as big as Gojo’s, but definitely thicker. Pretty eyes opened wide because to be honest, it was quite a sight. His mouth went dry and gave Suguru a nervous little smile.
“Surprised much?”
Oh, this bastard. He knew what he was doing.
Satoru felt like a fucking virgin, not knowing what to do. He wrapped his long fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug.
“Relax babe, I’ll show you how to do it properly.” moving his hand on top of Satoru’s, he showed how much pressure he should apply, slowly guiding it in a languid rhythm. “There you go… good job.”
Gojo was a quick learner, and the praising riled him up even more, feeding his confidence. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin after lapping the precum through the shaft.
“I’ve never done this before…” he breathed timidly.
“I’ll teach you, start slow and don’t rush it, okay?” Suguru’s pupils were dilated, restraining himself so badly not to thrust into his mouth in one go.
He gave it an experimental lick, feeling the sour taste in his mouth, deciding it wasn’t so bad. He parted his lips before wetting them and engulfed the head of Suguru's cock.
Geto sucked a breath through his teeth at the touch. His cock twitched in Satoru’s hand and took it deeper into his mouth, the stretching of his lips was noticeable and the feeling on how heavy it felt on his tongue made the latest wonder how it would feel inside him.
“Fuck…” he sighed as he held the short white hair with ease. “Good boy, put that pretty mouth on use.”
Satoru moaned again, clenching his legs together. His face felt hot again.
Geto pushed in a little more, finally covering the space left between hand and lips, holding his face there just so he’d get used to the sensation.
It wasn’t quite reaching his throat, but it still burned though it felt so good Gojo didn’t want it to stop. Eventually he got pushed out of it, coughing a little and taking a breath of air.
“You okay?” Suguru asked, brushing his thumb Satoru’s jaw.
“Yeah.” his voice was already raspy from a little action. He’d get used to it, he thought.
“Wanna keep going?”
“Yes please.”
Reassuming where he left off, he started bobbing his head, aided by the hand on his hair and the movements of his hand. Quickly he worked up a nice pace, gently sucking and lapping his tongue around his dick, hollowing his cheeks from time to time.
“You’re doing so well Satoru.” Suguru moans, looking attentively at those blue eyes, eyelashes fluttering gorgeously. “You look so lovely with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Satoru moaned, eyes rolling back and hips bucking by themselves. He was hard again, erection straining on his jeans. If Geto dared to praise him again he was sure he could cum just like that.
Thankfully Suguru noticed, quickly pushing him back on the bed and taking off his last remaining clothes. Opening the bedside table, he grabbed the so necessary lube.
Nervousness creeped up Satoru again, bright eyes watching every movement the other one did.
They kissed again, raw and filthy, teeth clacking from the desperation they held inside. Their cocks pressed together as their chests touched, the taller one wrapping his arms around the other’s neck, pushing him closer.
“If you backpedal, we can always stop, okay?” Suguru reassured him, holding him by the jaw while speaking very seriously.
Satoru nodded.
“Use your words baby, so I can be sure.”
“Yeah okay, I’ll tell you.”
“It’s gonna feel a little uncomfortable at first.” he says as he pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers, taking a moment to warm it on his hands.
Satoru couldn’t believe he was being treated like a fucking princess, Suguru was just… too considerate (or maybe his standards were low as hell). A few more days and he’d fall head over heels for him. Just kidding. Unless?
His fingers traced teasing circles on the smooth skin before dipping between his cheeks. Suguru's touch was gentle, he circled the puckered hole with a single finger, applying light pressure without breaching it.
“Relax for me.” he coaxed, his other hand stroking Satoru's hair encouragingly.
Slowly, carefully, Suguru pressed the tip of his finger inside, feeling the tight ring of muscle flutter around the intrusion. He held still, allowing Satoru to adjust to the foreign sensation, before pushing it further until it reached his knuckle.
“It feels… weird…” Gojo said, trying to adjust to just one finger was strange. The intrusion itself didn’t hurt but also didn’t bother him.
“Hmm, that’s until I find it…“ he said, leaning in to kiss him.
Curling his finger experimentally, thrusting in and out, he found it almost instantly. Satoru moaned and gasped, feeling a shockwave running through his body, clinging tighter to him.
Suguru chuckled lowly, another finger pushing in while peppering kisses on his throat. Hands scratched his back as he continued opening Satoru, who was heavy breathing and cock leaking.
“And now? Does it feel better?” he asked teasingly, curling his fingers against his prostate one more time.
“Yes… Fuck…” he sighed, hips bucking, trying to meet enthusiastic fingers.
“You want more? Want another finger?” Suguru purred against his ear, hand sneaking to hold Satoru’s neck without applying pressure.
“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
“Yes please…” he’d never experienced such pleasure before, of course, he wasn’t a virgin, duh, but he just discovered that maybe having fingers up his ass wasn’t so bad.
The third finger did hurt a little, he shut his eyes trying to adjust although Satoru had to admit that only the idea of being stretched turned him on. His dick twitched again and Geto noticed, eyes so attentive searching for any discomfort on his face, it made the white haired feel a little overwhelmed. His body was hot with bliss, heart pounding on his chest as the party continued below them.
“Mmm, you look so good like this, I wonder if I can make you cum with just my fingers.” Suguru wondered after tantalizingly squeezing timidly on his neck.
Satoru’s breath hitched, biting his lips as he looked back at the other man. He looked as if he were to devour him whole, pupils full blown, silky hair falling on one side hiding them. His ministrations fastened, curling when necessary, feeling the inner walls clenching around him.
“God, you're so tight.” Suguru groaned against his mouth. “I can't wait to feel you wrapping around my dick.”
Another moan and clenching, blush rapidly spreading down Satoru’s chest.
“I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Being stuffed with me and getting fucked hard and slow?”
The sultry voice only fueled the warmth spreading on his stomach, his vision blurring at the edges and the sweet moans coming from his mouth louder and more evident. Orgasm approaching so hard it made him dizzy, until everything stopped.
Tears prickled the beautiful blue eyes with a pleading expression, showing pouty lips. “S-Suguru… I was…” he whined, trying to move his body oh so desperately but the hand on his neck held him still.
“You were…?” he smiled wickedly, feigning innocence.
“I was… I was so close, why did you stop?
“Sorry, I had to be sure you were enjoying it.” a pity excuse.
“That’s bullshi- Ah-“
Fingers start moving at a frantic pace again, hitting his prostate hard and rough. They say, or so, Satoru heard, that if you got your orgasm denied, the second one would hit like a truck; and so, it did.
Starting with a surprised gasp, his vision blurred, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as his body convulsed violently beneath Suguru. His cock pulsed and throbbed, spurting thick ropes of semen across his abdomen and chest.
“Good boy, see? I was gonna give it to you, no need to get mean.” Suguru kissed him tenderly, caressing his cheek, thumbing out the few tears that managed to fall.
Satoru was too fucked out to utter a snarky comeback. Too fucked out but not mostly, because his only neuron left was buzzing, yelling even, to get to the main event. He hid his face on the crook of Suguru’s neck, grumbling and biting on the tanned skin in revenge.
Geto laughed, ruffling the soft locks after taking his fingers out and palming his erection, sighing relieved. He poured more lube, spreading it while lifting one of Satoru’s legs.
“Does it hurt if…”
“No, I’m flexible.” damn, Gojo thought, he’d never heard himself sounding like that, with a breathy voice and basically whining. If he already felt dizzily stupid by just a blowjob and three fingers, he’d have to pray for himself at this instant.
“Okay, tell me if you want to stop.”
Satoru took a deep breath, and he felt the immeasurable pressure of Suguru pushing in. He was much thicker than three fingers and the stretching burned. Suguru caressed his side as he grunted, trying hard not to cum on the spot by how tight it felt.
“Relax, try to breathe…” his fingers went up to Gojo’s chest, playing with his nipples trying to replace discomfort with pleasure, achieving his relaxation.
Sweaty chest heaved; the mixed sensations unknown but welcomed. The sensation of being filled, stretched, and claimed by another was both exhilarating and comforting. He could feel every throbbing inch of Suguru's shaft as it penetrated him, the heat and hardness a stark contrast to his own sensitive flesh from the previous orgasm.
Once their pelvis touched, Satoru felt too full as if he could barely breathe. His dick was hard again, surprisingly. Maybe he hadn’t been fucked like he deserved, he thought. Maybe he didn’t know sex at all, maybe he liked being fucked in the ass. So many maybes that he couldn’t conspiracy right now because he was busy trying not to lose his mind.
“Fuck you’re so deep…” he whispered, trying to get used, hands clenching for dear life on Suguru’s back, leaving marks.
“And you’re so damn tight you’re making me crazy.” Suguru groaned as he lowered himself to kiss him everywhere, mouth, neck, chest and throat.
“Move.” he moved his hips.
“Bossy.”
Suguru groaned softly as he felt Satoru's velvety walls clench around him, the warmth and tightness were an intoxicating sensation. Then, with a gentle thrust, he began to move, withdrawing slightly before pushing back in, setting a slow rhythm.
The room slowly filled with heavy breathing and wet sounds. It felt like touching heaven, Satoru thought, his breath hitching every thrust. Suguru's hands roamed over Satoru's curves, tracing the contours of his chest, stomach, and hips, marveling at the beauty of his form.
“Look at you, I knew you’d look so pretty with my dick inside.” Suguru said as he maneuvered Satoru’s long legs, positioning them higher and almost bending him in half.
The new posture makes his eyes roll back, wrapping a hand around Geto’s long silky hair and pulling hard trying to lower his face, getting him closer, hearing a moan back from the goth. Interesting.
“Fuck you feel so good and perfect around my cock.” his body does follow Satoru’s hair pull. “I just want to have you all by myself…”
“Yes please…” the well-known warmth fills his body once again, the new angle hitting straight to his prostate making his back arc.
Blue met hazel for the millionth time, even if Satoru felt a little self-conscious by the attention, being seen naked and getting fucked so roughly by another guy, he thought it felt intimate. Too intimate and exciting at the same time, making his body tingle and heart skip a beat.
“Will you let me pretty boy?” thrusts quivering, mouth licking the expanse of his neck, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin. “Make you mine again and again after this?”
“Yes, yes, fuck Suguru…” eyes rolled back once he felt sharp teeth sinking into his feverish body. “Please I’m so close…” he whined, scratched and pleaded, basically cock drunk.
Suguru's hands gripped Satoru's legs tightly. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Satoru's high-pitched cries of pleasure. Sweat glistened on their entwined forms, mixing with the musk of sex that hung heavy in the air.
“You’re mine Satoru.”
The intensity was almost too much to bear, his mind consumed into nothing, those simple words made Satoru eyes blurry again and he reached climax hard, knocking the air out of his lungs. His back arched sharply, pressing his wet chest against Suguru's as a hoarse moan ripped from his throat.
Suguru followed suite, hips bucked erratically and thick ropes of cum pulsed inside his hole, buring himself to the hilt. Satoru felt too full, head dizzy and muscles hurting.
Suguru's weight pressed Satoru into the mattress, their chests heaving in sync as they fought to catch their breath. The room was silent except for the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional hitch in their breathing.
He thanked Geto silently when he carefully placed his legs back down, caressing the achy muscles. The sensation he felt once the black-haired took himself out was disgusting and uncomfortable.
All nasty things were forgotten once Suguru cupped his cheeks, kissing him again with such care in the world it made his heart flutter.
They looked at each other in silence.
Oh.
Satoru blushed furiously, reaching for a pillow nearby and hiding his face in it.
“Jesus… Fucking hell…” he exhaled.
“Eh? Was it that bad?” Suguru laughed loudly, amusedly getting up and grabbing a clean towel from his wardrobe.
“Shut up, of course it wasn’t bad.” he let himself be cleaned. “I just…”
“Have a lot to think about?” he hummed, understanding.
“Yes and no.”
“Mind telling me?” he threw the dirty cloth to an empty basket.
He waited patiently as he put back on his boxers and helped Satoru with his. Suguru leaned beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I don’t think I’m straight.” Satoru said, blinking once he put the pillow back where it belonged.
“No shit Sherlock.”
“Hey!” he complained but then laughed. “Yeah okay, it did sound stupid.”
He rested on his side, facing Suguru, who had put his hair in a bun. Yawning and leaning to his touch, he let himself be pampered, because why not?
“But for real, how was it?” his voice asked softer now, hesitant. “Sorry if I said something weird…”
“I liked it and you didn’t say anything weird.” he pocked on Suguru’s cheeks, who were slightly blushing. “Damn I should be the one embarrassed, don’t act coy now.“ he smirked, rolling his eyes. Confidence building back up to him.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, you know?” he covered their bodies with the comforter after snuggling closer. “But seriously… I’m glad you enjoyed it; I was low-key nervous too.”
“Heh, well, it’s all good big boy.” Satoru patted his chest.
They stood in silence for a while, slowly falling asleep, exhaustion hitting their bodies. Pleasing caresses drifted on Satoru’s lower back and Suguru’s nape.
“Hey.” Satoru of course, broke their silence.
“Hmm?“ Suguru muttered half asleep, opening one eye.
“Wanna go on a date tomorrow?” he asked expectantly, blue eyes soft and determined.
“Sure Satoru, but can we sleep now?” he smiled tiredly, bringing him closer and giving him a peck on the lips.
“Yay!” he cheered.
Satoru felt happy, realized and expectant, also sticky as fuck and disgusting, but that didn’t matter. Not when the hot goth classmate from math just fucked his brains out, was caring and attentive AND accepted having a date with him.