i'm addicted to you

by fwoothenhyoi

Summary:

suguru gets hit with a love curse and things happen

Notes:

we need more yandere suguru in our liiiives

spread the worddd

and happy kinktober :D

Satoru leaned his shoulder against Suguru as he sighed deeply. 

The remnants of a curse cackled around them. The energy was electric and sizzled in the air between them. 

“That should be the last one,” Satoru sighed. 

Suguru eyed him hesitantly, “You sure?”

Satoru rolled his eyes. Suguru should know better than to doubt him here. 

Thanks to his Six Eyes, he could practically sense a curse if it was on the other side of the planet. Even if his eyes were completely covered, he’d still be able to see. 

It was a heightened sense of perception akin to that of Heavenly Restriction, although smugly, Satoru was sure his Six Eyes were more powerful than even that. 

Yet Suguru stared down at him with a level of uncertainty. 

Satoru was known to half-ass things, especially in a case like this, with them going on a mission to exorcize some lower level curses since everyone else was busy. They shouldn’t have to do this work, both of them agreed, but it wasn’t their fault that there were so few Sorcerers. 

Satoru glanced around them absentmindedly. 

He could feel a tinge of some strange energy, but it was hard to tell where it was coming from. 

Suguru’s cursed energy was all over the place. It always was, due to his cursed technique. 

Satoru was sure this feeling was just Suguru and nothing else. All the curses were gone. 

Suguru cocked his head impatiently at him. 

“Yep, that’s all of them,” he smiled, “Now come on, let’s go.” He pushed off his shoulder. “I wanna get some ice cream on the way home. Your treat, of course.”

Suguru shook his head with a smile, “Of course.”

He walked faster to catch up with his boyfriend. 

His lip twitched and his feet faltered slightly. 

He felt something pass through him and his mouth opened to say something to Satoru, but then the feeling was gone just as soon as it came. 

And Suguru forgot that anything had happened at all as he walked beside him. 

 

The train rumbles beneath them and their knees brush against each other. 

Satoru’s eyes lazily travel over to Suguru. 

He smiles when he sees that Suguru was already looking at him. 

He wants to hold his hand. He wants to lean closer to him, so that their thighs are pressing together. He wants to kiss him, just quickly. Quickly enough that maybe no one on the train notices. Faintly enough so that Suguru won’t get mad. But he hates PDA, he always has. 

Satoru forces himself to look away as he laughs lightly to himself. 

Suguru acts so polite in front of other people yet he’s so rude when they’re alone. 

No one has any idea what type of person he really is. Only Satoru knows. 

He smiles widely at that fact. 

His thoughts fade back to last night. To their hands being on each other. To how eager and needy they are for one another. 

To how Suguru practically pleads with him to keep going even though he’s already tired and they’ve already been at it for hours. 

No one has any idea.

Suguru’s so polite around everyone else, afterall. 

Satoru’s eyes widen slightly as he zones back into reality. 

Suguru’s fingers are on his chin. 

Satoru glances over at him curiously, feeling slightly confused. 

Suguru’s eyes are entirely focused on him. His fingers curl around his chin and pull him closer. 

Satoru doesn’t even think to pull away as he leans his lips into Suguru’s. 

Their tongues brush together and their low breaths mingle. 

Satoru remembers that they’re on the train. They’re in public. 

What if people are looking at them?

Suguru’s hand brushes over his thigh. 

Satoru turns his body more towards Suguru. He can’t help it.

Suguru squeezes his thigh and Satoru moans into his lips. 

Fuck, they’re on the train. Why doesn’t Suguru care?

Suguru bites his bottom lip and Satoru has to hold back another moan. 

His hand travels up Satoru’s leg and rubs dangerously close to his crotch. 

Satoru’s never felt more conflicted. He’s telling himself to stop but Suguru’s lips are on his and they feel so good. They always feel so good. He never wants to stop kissing him. 

Suguru’s hand leaves his thigh and grabs his waist. He pulls him closer. He tugs at his uniform like he’s trying to get Satoru to sit in his lap. 

He’s so confused. What’s happening?

Satoru pulls his lips away but Suguru pushes forward and catches him in a kiss again. 

His tongue tastes sweet against him. His teeth are sharp. Hungry, desperate. 

Satoru pushes on Suguru’s shoulder for him to back away, and stay away this time. 

He doesn’t relent though, and Satoru has to pull his face back to finally get away from Suguru’s lips. 

“Suguru, what’re you doing?” he whispers around a laugh. 

Suguru stares into him intently. It’s a look he doesn’t give him when they’re in public. It’s a look Satoru’s never had to say no to. 

He feels his cheeks flush. 

He tries to shuffle away but Suguru’s grip on his uniform tightens. 

Suguru’s eyes narrow at him, like he’s warning him. 

Satoru looks down nervously. 

He doesn’t know what’s happening but he’s not exactly opposed to it. 

“Later,” Satoru whispers. 

Suguru pulls him closer. Their thighs push into each other. 

Satoru glances down at his pants and the effect Suguru had on him is now obvious. 

His eyes shift away, quickly. 

Suguru kisses the side of his neck, right under his ear. He licks at his lobe and bites near his hair. 

Satoru bites his lips to stop himself from moaning out loud. 

“Later,” he says with more force. 

“Now,” Suguru purrs. 

Satoru bites his lip harder. 

He pushes Suguru away from him again, although he puts up a fight. 

“Later,” Satoru says, staring at him with slight confusion. Had he done something to turn Suguru on? Whatever it was, he’d need to know for later. 

Suguru pouts slightly but there’s clear irritation in his eyes. 

He takes his hand back and Satoru scoots away from him. 

He keeps his eyes on the floor of the train, too embarrassed to look up and accidentally meet someone’s eyes after that display. 

It takes less than a minute for Suguru to pull Satoru back to him, with their legs touching again. 

His hand rests on his inner thigh for the rest of the train ride home. Satoru’s grateful that’s all he does. 

Once they’re off the train, Suguru takes Satoru’s hand almost immediately. 

He leads him as if Satoru doesn’t know the way back to the school too. 

But that’s not the weird part. The weird part is the hand holding in general. To Suguru, holding hands is in the same ballpark of PDA as kissing. Both are off the table when it comes to being outside. But after experiencing what Suguru just initiated on the train, Satoru’s not exactly surprised that he’s now holding his hand. He’s just surprised by all of it. 

Where did this come from? He was acting normal all day before this.

They make it up the stairs to the school. Suguru holds his hand firmly all the way to the dorms. 

He walks quickly, like he’s in a hurry, and doesn’t even say anything or look at Satoru as he leads them there. 

As if he’s too focused on getting to their location to do anything else. 

When they reach Satoru’s room, Suguru pulls him inside with him and shoves him against the door with a violent kiss. 

It’s more biting than kissing, and Satoru lets his moans fall out of his mouth as his head tilts back against the door. 

Suguru’s mouth is everywhere. His neck, his lips, his ears, his collarbone. 

He bites and licks and sucks and Satoru’s sure he’ll have plenty of new hickeys and marks by the time Suguru’s done. 

“Suguru,” Satoru moans his name, “Fuck, you’re so needy today.”

He presses his hands under Satoru’s shirt and grabs at his chest possessively. 

Suguru sighs dreamily as he runs his hands over his abs and up to his nipples. 

He tugs and pulls at them. Satoru’s head falls against the door again as he curses. 

“Take this off. Now,” Suguru orders. 

Satoru's hands move before the words even fully reach his brain. 

The top half of his uniform is discarded on the floor before he knows it. 

Suguru’s lips trail down to his chest. He looks up at Satoru, his dark eyes searing into him through his lashes, and he sucks into his skin. 

Satoru’s body twitches at the pain. He can feel his Infinity crackle. A reflex trying to keep him safe. Almost like a prompt on a computer, asking if he wants to enable it. 

But he ignores it. He doesn’t need protection.

He’s never felt more safe than in Suguru’s grasp. 

He bites and sucks into his chest, leaving dark marks in his wake. 

Satoru’s erection strains against his pants as his body begs for friction. 

Suguru’s tongue swipes over Satoru’s nipple. His lips suction around it. He teases it playfully with his teeth. 

His mouth is warm and wet and inviting. Satoru whines at the contact, wishing that Suguru would use his mouth to give him attention where he needs it most.

His breathing becomes heavy as Suguru switches out his tongue for his fingers, not wasting a second to latch on to his other nipple. Satoru’s writhing against the door as the strain against his pants only becomes that much more painful. 

Finally, Suguru takes his tongue back after one long deliberate lick. 

His eyes stay locked with Satoru’s. And they remain on him as he inches himself further and further down until he reaches the floor. 

Suguru kneels before Satoru. His lips are slightly parted. His eyes are full of lust. 

Satoru stares back at him the exact same way. 

Suguru’s tongue swipes across his lips as his eyes trail down to Satoru’s crotch. 

He squeezes at his thighs. He pulls himself closer to him until his nose is an inch away from his clothed erection. 

“Please,” Suguru says, “Let me—”

“You don’t have to ask,” Satoru says, breathless. Needy. 

His hands find their way into Suguru’s hair. 

Suguru closed his eyes, clearly content with the feeling. 

Satoru rubs against his cheek and pulls him forward. 

“You never have to ask.”

Suguru’s nose brushes against his cock beneath his pants. 

Just the slight touch alone makes Satoru’s legs shake. 

Suguru rubs his face against him, sighing lowly. 

His hands trail up to cup him through the fabric. 

Satoru grips his hair tightly. 

Suguru pulls his pants and underwear down. His hand wraps around him quickly. Some pre-cum has already dripped along the side and marked his underwear.

Suguru hums as he looks up at Satoru. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” he coos, “Does it hurt?”

Suguru runs a finger slowly along a vein and Satoru’s whole body trembles. 

He chuckles lightly at him, “Always so sensitive.” He begins moving his hand up and down, but at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Did you like me kissing you on the train today?” Suguru asks as he stares up at Satoru adoringly. 

He’s touching him so lightly, yet Satoru fears that he could cum any second. He feels too sensitive to utter a coherent response back. All that’s managing to leave his lips are moans and choked out attempts at words. 

Suguru laughs again as his eyes return to his length.

“I know I wouldn’t normally do that, but I just needed to show everyone who you belong to.” His eyes return to Satoru’s with a dark gleam behind them. “People are always staring at you. Thinking about you. Fantasizing about you.” His tongue runs across the side of his cock gently. Too gently. “So many people wish they could fuck you,” he says sweetly, yet with a dark edge. “But you belong to me.” He licks along his length again, longer this time. More drawn out. “No one else can fuck you. No one else gets to have you like this.” His lips suction around the tip and he sucks softly. 

The amount of tenderness he’s giving is driving Satoru crazy. He needs him to go faster. To be harsher. 

His lips slip off softly and he smiles innocently up at Satoru. 

“I could be open to the idea of letting them see you like this. Like today.” His hand moves faster as he strokes him. “I know you’d like that. Letting everyone see how much of a whore you are.”

Satoru whimpers as Suguru’s hand slightly squeezes harder around him.  

“Letting everyone see how much of a mess you make.” Satoru's wetness slides down across his fingers, as if to emphasize his point, “And all because of me. No one else. Me.”

Satoru’s thighs are tensing up as Suguru moves faster against him. He’s finally starting to go at a speed that Satoru needs, but it’s still not enough. 

He needs him. He needs his mouth. 

His mind feels so clouded though. All his blood is rushing to his cock and not his brain. 

“Please,” he pleads weakly. 

Suguru tilts his head to the side, acting oblivious. 

“Please what, baby?”

“I—” Satoru bites his lip. 

Suguru’s hand feels so fucking good. His slick is making his movements messier and the slight pressure he’s applying is distracting. He can’t think. 

“Please, baby.”

Satoru’s hand twists around in his hair. He pulls Suguru closer but even then he doesn’t give in. 

He presses his cheek against the tip, smearing pre-cum all over his face. 

The sight makes Satoru’s mind short circuit. 

Fuck, he needs him in his mouth. His mouth, his mouth. His tongue, his tongue. 

“What do you want?” Suguru draws out the words, looking up at him as if he doesn't have a clue. 

He rubs his face all across the tip, even stopping to press it against his lips, but that’s all he gives him. 

Satoru watches himself leak against his tongue.

He feels so needy that he thinks could cum right now, but he desperately holds himself back. 

“Please,” he begs. 

Suguru pouts mockingly before laughing lightly and with a dark smile. 

His grip on him tightens. It borders on painful. 

“Such a dumb slut that you can’t even ask properly.”

Satoru mewls under his words as he feels himself throbbing in Suguru’s hand. 

“Fine,” Suguru says as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I’ll give you what you want.” His tongue licks against the tip and Satoru thinks he’s going to explode. “And make sure to be a good boy and be nice and loud for me.” He takes his hand back. “I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Suguru’s lips are on Satoru in less than a second. 

In the blink of an eye, Suguru’s completely taken him in his mouth. Satoru length pushes hard into his throat. 

He feels Suguru’s jaw relax around him. 

His lips are plump and soft and everything he’s ever needed. 

Satoru sees stars as Suguru sucks around him. 

He’d argue there’s no better feeling in the world, but being fucked by Suguru feels even better. 

Suguru’s body was made for him. 

Satoru’s sure his dick has molded his throat to perfectly take the shape of him. 

Even the first time, Suguru was a natural. He stared into Satoru’s eyes like it was nothing. Like it was no challenge at all. Whereas when Satoru gave him his first blowjob, he had a little trouble. 

It was always slightly humiliating when Suguru one upped him in something, but Satoru soon realized that he liked being humiliated if it was by Suguru. 

He liked losing if it was to him. 

Even though Suguru is the one on his knees right now, their roles couldn’t be more reversed.  

Satoru worships him. He loses himself to his touch. He’d never let anyone else do this to him. 

His hands tangle into his hair. Suguru moans around his cock, deep inside his throat. 

Suguru moves quickly, his tongue wrapping and pressing against him messily and frantically. 

His lips suck and push into him so fast that Satoru thinks he should be worried about choking him. But he’s not. He knows he doesn’t have to be. 

Suguru’s so good for him. He can take anything Satoru gives him. He’ll take it with a smile. With a plea, with a beg. Please. Yes. Let me. Let me. 

And Satoru lets him. He lets him every time because why wouldn’t he. 

“Fuck— Suguru.”

Why wouldn’t he when it feels this good?

“Fuck— You’re so—”

Satoru knows he’s being loud. He thinks that he should be quieter, but he remembers Suguru’s words, telling him not to be. 

He bites his lip harshly and pulls on Suguru’s hair as he feels his orgasm creeping up on him. 

He looks down at Suguru and Suguru’s already staring at him. 

“So pretty,” Satoru moans, “So pretty on your knees for me, baby.”

Suguru’s eyes twinkle at that as a slight blush covers his cheeks. 

Satoru’s whole body shakes at the sight. His eyes roll back slowly as he cums. 

He feels Suguru’s throat throb as he swallows it. 

Suguru’s always been good at swallowing all of it. 

Satoru wonders how much of his cum he has swallowed after all this time. The thought makes his cock spasm even more as he releases everything he has down Suguru’s throat. 

Suguru breathes in deeply once his lips plop off of him. 

Satoru leans himself back into the door more as he catches his breath too. 

Suguru’s tongue swipes over his lips. 

Satoru can’t help but stare. 

“You taste so sweet,” Suguru smiles. 

His voice sounds rough. Completely fucked out. 

He leaves his mouth hanging open, with his tongue on full display, offering for Satoru to taste. 

Satoru pulls him up to his feet and hungrily kisses him. He can taste himself on his tongue and he moans brokenly into his lips. 

Suguru’s kisses trail past his mouth, across his jaw, and up to his ear. 

“So greedy, baby.” He pulls on his waist. “You’re such a slut, even for your own cum.”

Satoru whines as he bites his neck. 

“We both know I taste delicious.”

Suguru hums in agreement as he pushes him towards the bed. 

“You do,” he says reverently. 

Satoru falls onto the bed and Suguru straddles him. 

His lips return quickly to his neck and he continues kissing him, desperately. 

Satoru’s head falls back and Suguru’s lips follow him. 

They move around messily on the bed, their lips harshly crashing into each other. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” Suguru sighs into his lips. 

They move more into the center of the bed until Satoru’s head reaches the pillows, with Suguru laying on top of him. 

“I need you,” Suguru whines, “I would have fucked you on the train, if you’d let me.”

“Suguruu.”

Their kisses become more heated, and their hands more clingy. 

They help each other take the rest of their clothes off. 

Suguru hastily grabs the lube from the bedside drawer. 

He moves it around his fingers, staring at Satoru intently. 

He spreads himself open for Suguru. Holding his legs back to give him easy access. 

Suguru’s face is close to his as he pushes two fingers in. 

He’s not gentle or slow. The stretch is tantalizing if not a little painful. But Satoru likes the sharp edge. The way his body tingles. The feeling of ignoring his Infinity. 

And he likes doing it for Suguru. Likes being malleable for him. 

He wraps his arms around Suguru’s neck and pulls their faces closer. 

Their lips are a breath apart. 

His fingers are rough and wet inside of him. They’re much bigger than his own fingers. More calloused and firm. 

He knows exactly how to touch him. Craning and crooking his fingers just right. 

He touches Satoru better than he could ever touch himself. 

“I want you to split me open,” Satoru whimpers against his lips. 

Suguru smiles a dangerous smile, “I can definitely do that.”

His fingers curl and spread out inside him with too much force. 

Satoru’s eyes almost roll back as he moans from the pain. 

Suguru smiles down at him as he inches himself deeper. 

“Aw, too much for you, baby?”

Satoru shakes his head, weakly, “No, no, feels good— Fuck, too good.”

His hips tremble as Suguru reaches as deep as he can. As far as he can go with just his fingers anyway. Satoru needs him deeper. He knows it’ll be even more of a stretch and maybe he hasn’t fingered him for long enough yet, but that doesn’t matter to him. He needs him. 

“Want you on my cock, baby,” Suguru whispers into his ear. 

Satoru bites his lip at the thought, “I’m ready. I can take it.”

Suguru’s finger brushes against Satoru’s bottom lip, forcing it to hang open. 

“I don’t want to actually break you, Satoru,” he says sweetly. 

Satoru whines, slightly annoyed, “Why not? Scared I can’t handle it?”

“Not everything’s a challenge,” Suguru smiles. 

“I can handle it, please.”

Satoru’s nails dug into Suguru’s back, urging him on.  

A slow grin comes onto Suguru’s face as he looks over Satoru’s body.

His fingers don’t stop curling but he begins pulling them back out gently. 

“Please, don’t make me beg,” Satoru whines, “Although you know I will,” he grins. 

Suguru’s eyes stay locked on him as he takes his fingers all the way out. 

He clenches around nothing as he stares expectantly up at him. 

Suguru pops the bottle of lube back open and spreads more onto himself.

He pins Satoru’s thigh down as he angles himself in front of him. 

“Don’t go slow,” Satoru urges him, “I need you.”

“So impatient.”

Satoru rolls his eyes lightly, “You can’t say that after what you pulled on the train— Ah—”

Suguru enters him roughly, only pushing the tip inside. 

Satoru clings to his back as he gradually thrusts his way into him. 

Satoru moans into his ear as he holds onto his shoulders tighter. 

“I have to fuck you open, baby, since you didn’t want my fingers.”

Suguru’s breath tickles Satoru’s neck. 

It distracts him slightly from the large stretch that is Suguru’s cock. 

Satoru would like to say he’s bigger than him but he’s not. If he was, he’d tease Suguru about it any chance he gets. 

“Fuck— I said don’t go slow—”

“Shut up.”

“No, I said—”

Suguru pushes Satoru further down into the mattress as he thrusts deeper inside of him. 

His arms fall down from around Suguru’s shoulders as he practically screams. 

“Shut up.” Suguru grips his jaw tightly, angling his face up to his. “I’ll fuck you however I want to.”

Satoru’s lip twitches as he holds him tighter. 

Suguru’s hips buck up suddenly and he begins moving faster, like Satoru wants him too, but the feeling is so overwhelming and sharp. 

He can never articulate exactly how Suguru feels when he’s not inside of him. 

When he’s fucking him, he remembers. He remembers just how good it feels. How good he feels. 

Satoru goes to reach his arm around him again but Suguru pins his wrist into the mattress. 

He whimpers from his rough hold and Suguru smiles because he knows he likes it. 

He knows he likes being used by him. 

“So pretty, Satoru,” Suguru says dreamily.

His pace picks up as he finds a steady rhythm.

Satoru's back arches off the bed slightly as his body tries to get used to it.

“Fuck— Deep, you’re so deep,” Satoru drawls out.

Suguru smiles down at him, “Aw, but I could go deeper, baby.”

He takes his hands back from around his wrist and jaw and holds Satoru's waist firmly.

He pulls him further into him. Satoru mewls as he feels himself stretch open around Suguru's dick.

He lifts Satoru's body off the bed slightly and his legs fold into himself as they rest against his chest.

Suguru can reach into him much further from this angle and that's exactly what he does as he picks up his pace again and thrusts into him.

Satoru's tongue sticks out as he feels him press against his prostate.

He moans brokenly as his body tingles.

“You sound so perfect, baby,” Suguru says softly. His hands move up to his legs from his waist. He squeezes him roughly, holding him in place there. 

Satoru's moans become frayed and higher pitched.

“My perfect boy, so slutty, Satoru,” Suguru praises.

Satoru's brain buzzes at the words. He doesn't know what to do with all of it. With how fast Suguru's moving inside of him. How hard he is against his prostate and the walls of his hole. How sweet and addictive his voice is, praising him and degrading him at the same time, that Satoru can't even tell the difference. How tingly his whole body is getting.

He can feel Suguru's dick in his chest. His abs are flexing tensely as Suguru pistons himself in and out of him.

It all feels too good.

It's too much.

Suguru pushes Satoru's legs even further into his chest, bending his body lower into the mattress.

“So flexible for me.” Suguru's eyes bore over his legs as he spreads one more open to the side, away from Satoru's chest and angled into the mattress below them.

Suguru's eyes meet Satoru's again with a devilish expression, “I don't know if I can break you.”

Satoru tries to curl his trembling lips into a smile, “Well you can try, right?”

Suguru chuckles lowly as he spreads his other leg as well.

Satoru's eyes roll back as he once again adjusts to the new angle.

“Oh trust me, baby, I'm trying,” Suguru says as he holds both of his thighs steady against the bed.

Satoru's legs shake violently as he moves inside of him.

His fingernails dig into him and Satoru hazily hopes they bruise.

Satoru's hands snake their way up and around Suguru's neck again. He pulls them closer, and Suguru hits his prostate again from a different angle. Satoru curses loudly as he breathes heavily.

Suguru thrusts into him over and over again.

He moves so fast that Satoru swears he can feel his bones shifting out of place.

“Want to split you open on my cock, baby,” Suguru says against his ear.

“Fuck. You're so deep,” Satoru barely gets out around his cries. He can't tell if it's from the pleasure inside him or the strain he's starting to feel on his waist.

“I think you're gonna—” His Infinity screams at him to turn it on— “Fuck— I can't—”

“Yes you can,” Suguru sweetly reassures him.

He drags a hand along his thigh and brushes over Satoru's cock.

His body spasms as he arches off the bed.

“I'm sen—sensitve,” Satoru whimpers.

“Shh, you can take it,” Suguru says as he strokes roughly against him, “Oh, you're so good for me, Satoru. Such a pretty little thing.”

Satoru can feel Suguru inching further inside of him somehow. Rubbing along his prostate and reaching even deeper.

The side of his chest feels weird. His hips shake sporadically. 

It's like he's literally about to be stretched open.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Satoru,” Suguru moans, “Oh, you're so good.”

Satoru tries to keep his eyes open and on Suguru but they keep fluttering shut from the intensity of everything.

He can feel his orgasm creeping up on him as tears build up. 

Everything's too fast, too rough, too overwhelming.

It’s perfect. 

His eyes shut as he bites his lip.

He curls into himself as Suguru fucks him harder.

But suddenly Suguru's hand is off his dick and he's pushing back against his other leg.

Satoru screams at the stretch inside of him and the strain on his hip.

His cock pleads for Suguru's hand again, leaking against his stomach weakly.

Satoru feels a crack and then a snap as his voice cries out loudly.

It takes less than a second for his reverse cursed technique to kick in and heal himself, but the lingering thought of the pain hovers over his skin.

It tingles slightly, mixing into his pleasure as the feeling washes over him. 

His eyes open on Suguru and he's thrusting into him like nothing has happened.

He knows that he felt it too though, as their eyes meet. 

Suguru has the most satisfied look in his eyes.

His hand returns to Satoru's cock and he melts against the mattress.

“Aw, so perfect for me, baby.” Suguru's thrusts become more frantic as his breathing picks up. “My pretty little fuck-toy.” 

Satoru whines deeply at the name.

“You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?” Suguru says sweetly.

Satoru nods frantically. Broken. 

“You belong to me.” Suguru's hand firmly grabs Satoru's jaw. He forces him to look at him. “Say it.”

Satoru urges himself to keep his eyes focused on Suguru, even as his cum spills out around his fingers and his teeth instinctively bite into his lip to keep himself from screaming too loud.

“I belong to you,” Satoru says weakly.

Suguru's wet hand rubs up along Satoru's stomach, tracing over his abs and his chest.

“You're mine,” Suguru says possessively.

“I'm yours.” Satoru stares into him.

Suguru's hand clutches onto Satoru's chest as he cums deep inside him. Branding him as Suguru's property. As his fuck-doll.

Satoru forgets how to breathe as he stares longingly into Suguru's eyes.

He'd let him do anything to him, it's true.

He feels Suguru throbbing inside him still, and he repeats that fact over and over again in his head.

He'd let him do anything to him. Anything. 

He loves him. He truly, irrevocably loves him.

Suguru pulls out and Satoru whines from the newfound emptiness.

He meekly clings to Suguru for him to stay close to him.

Suguru obliges as he falls into his embrace.

Satoru wraps his arms tiredly around him and sighs into his shoulder.

“You're amazing, Suguru.”

He can feel Suguru's smile against his neck. Soft laughter echoes out shortly afterwards.

Satoru loves that laugh.

“Yeah?” Suguru asks dreamily.

“Mhm… You've never done that before,” Satoru says shakily.

Suguru's hand travels down to Satoru's waist. He presses firmly there.

“Break you, you mean?”

Satoru groans and trembles slightly from the touch.

Suguru pulls his hand back and rubs along the side of his stomach.

“... I liked it,” Satoru says faintly, a shy smile creeping onto his face.

He feels Suguru's smile against him again. He pulls him closer and bites lightly on his neck.

It tickles.

They lay there in each other's arms, soaking in the other's warmth for what feels like forever but simultaneously only a second.

“Satoru…” 

His words trail off and Satoru glances at Suguru curiously. He can't see his face with how he's buried himself in the crook of his neck.

Slowly, Suguru's head rises from his collarbone. 

His face hovers above Satoru's as he just stares at him.

Satoru tilts his head to the side slightly, trying to make sense of his silence.

There seems to be a hidden expression behind Suguru's eyes. Like something he knows but doesn't want to say or something he wants to say but doesn't know how.

Or maybe it's neither of those things and he's just looking at him.

Satoru feels his cursed energy sizzle slightly.

He loves how sporadic it is.

No one else's cursed energy behaves like Suguru's does.

It's so easy to read that it's him.

Suguru's eyes trail down to his lips and Satoru feels himself pushing towards Suguru without even thinking about it as he kisses him.

 

Satoru’s eyes flutter open slightly. 

Sunlight creeps in through the blinds and bounces off the walls. 

He tilts his head into the pillow more as he tries to will his eyes open. 

But they suddenly widened slightly upon seeing Suguru sitting there at the edge of the bed. 

His hair is still down and a little messy. He hasn’t gotten dressed yet as he’s still just in his underwear. 

His body’s close to him, with his hand on his thigh under the covers. 

He’s smiling at him faintly. 

How long has he been sitting there?

“Goodmorning, angel,” he says softly.

Suguru’s eyes trail over Satoru, admiring him. 

Satoru smiles back at him, feeling stupidly happy. 

“Goodmorning, baby.”

He sits up in bed, leaning his back against the pillows. 

Suguru’s hand remains on his thigh. He rubs circles into it gently. 

“You look so pretty while you sleep, Satoru,” Suguru remarks, faintly. 

Satoru’s face flushes slightly and he looks away with a playful roll of his eyes. 

Suguru pulls the covers back and runs his hand along the side of Satoru’s waist. 

His eyes follow his fingers as he slowly trails over his skin. Starting at his hip and then going up to his stomach and his abs. 

He scratches lightly at them and Satoru tenses slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. 

“So sensitive, Satoru,” Suguru smiles as he moves his fingers back down. 

He tugs at his underwear and swiftly pulls them down. 

Satoru stretches his legs out so Suguru can take them off easier. 

Suguru hums contently as his eyes land on Satoru’s length.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Suguru purrs. 

He stares at him like he’s entranced. He squeezes at his inner thighs and Satoru’s head falls back with a groan. 

“I need to taste you.” He inches his face closer to his cock. “I’ve been waiting all morning.”

Satoru throbs as Suguru continues to massage his thighs, growing ever closer to his crotch but not close enough. 

“You could have done it while I was sleeping,” Satoru pants. 

His hand finds its way to the back of Suguru’s head. 

He sighs as Satoru gently tugs at his hair. 

“But I like hearing you,” Suguru whines. “I like hearing the pretty sounds you make.”

Satoru laughs airily. He spasms lightly as Suguru rubs and grabs at his thighs. 

“Suguru, we have to get ready for class—”

“Please, darling, I’ll be quick.” Suguru’s bottom lip slightly hangs open. Satoru can see the tip of his tongue peeking out. 

“Please, I need you.”

Suguru stares up at him with pleading eyes. Pupils dilated and entirely focused on him. 

Satoru’s fingers twirl deep in his hair. 

He doesn’t know how to say no to Suguru. Especially when he’s looking at him like that. 

Plus, he’s already grown incredibly hard and his breathing has become shallow and shaky due to Suguru’s hands being on him. 

“Fuck, okay—” Satoru’s head falls back in a moan as Suguru’s lips wrap around him. 

He swallows all of him in one fluid motion. Satoru chokes on his breath as his legs tense. 

He pulls on Suguru’s hair as he begins bobbing his head up and down. 

His eyes pierce into Satoru’s and roll back slightly as his nose brushes against his stomach. 

Satoru has no idea how he can take him so deeply so fast. 

Suguru’s lips plop off him with a trail of saliva still connecting them. 

He quickly licks his lips and then kisses the tip. His tongue laps at the fluids oozing out of him. 

Satoru whimpers as he pulls him closer to where he needs him most. It slaps against Suguru’s cheek and he closes one eye as he licks at him again. His tongue runs down the length of him, pressing against his warm skin perfectly. 

“You taste so good,” Suguru moans as his lips return to the head. 

He takes him in his mouth again and Satoru’s hold on his hair tightens as he bucks his hips upwards. 

“Fuck my throat, baby,” Suguru sputters around his cock.

His words go straight to Satoru’s dick and he tangles his other hand into Suguru’s hair as he pushes him lower onto him.

Suguru’s spit starts seeping out. It trails down Satoru and onto his thighs before soaking into the sheets. 

The squelching and moaning coming from Suguru’s mouth is driving Satoru insane. 

His eyes roll back as he thrusts faster into Suguru’s mouth. 

He can feel his jaw tensing and relaxing around him, trying to get used to the rhythm he’s set. 

“Fuck, Suguru,” Satoru whines, “Your mouth.”

Satoru can’t think clearly as his dick brushes violently against Suguru’s tongue. As his throat clenches perfectly around his length. 

His body trembles slightly and his abs flex as he curls into himself, pulling closer to Suguru. 

“Fuck, baby— You’re so perfect—” His own moans cut himself off. 

Talking becomes difficult. It seems almost impossible to, as he focuses all his energy on shoving his cock deeper inside Suguru’s mouth. Suguru attempts to talk around Satoru's length again. He can feel the vibrations of his throat against him. It makes his spine tingle. 

He mumbles something again. The hum from his voice caresses around his dick. 

His voice and the pleading look in his eyes are steadily driving Satoru over the edge. 

He tightens his grip on Suguru’s hair. 

His eyes twinge from the pain, but his gaze doesn’t leave Satoru.

“I can’t understand you with my cock in your mouth, baby.”

Suguru whines around him, his eyes growing glossy as tears build up. 

Satoru feels drunk from the sight of him. His mind buzzes from the position he has him trapped in. 

Suguru’s eyes close as Satoru’s cum spills into his mouth.

He tugs harshly on his hair, not relenting in his thrusts into his mouth as he paints his throat with his release.

“Fuuuck,” he pants as his hips sputter greedily. 

Suguru’s throat clenches as he swallows Satoru completely.

Not even a drop falls past his lips as he swallows all of it. 

He always does. 

Satoru catches his breath as he stalls his movements. 

Suguru’s mouth remains on him until he gently pulls him off by his hair. 

His eyes open hazily. He gazes up at him, breathing deeply.

There’s a hunger in his eyes. A desperation. A plea. 

Satoru doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock’s throbbing slightly. He feels sensitive from just having an orgasm, but he also feels like he’s growing hard from Suguru simply looking at him like that. 

“Let me fuck you,” Suguru pants. 

Satoru laughs without meaning to, a stupid smile spreading on his face. 

“We have class, Suguru.”

He grips the sides of Satoru’s thighs and pushes them close to his chest. 

“I need to be inside of you.” He stares lustfully into Satoru’s eyes. “I can’t wait.”

Satoru raises a curious eyebrow at him, “You’re crazy—”

“For you,” Suguru smiles. 

Satoru laughs lightly. He pushes on Suguru’s wrists for him to let go. 

His grip only tightens around his thighs. 

Satoru giggles, “Suguru, let go.”

“Please, baby,” Suguru drags out the ‘please’ as he begs. His eyes twinge with desire. His voice is so velvety. 

Satoru laughs as he shakes his head, “No, we have class. Come on.”

He pushes against his arms again but Suguru doesn’t let go. 

His eyes suddenly go dark and lose that pleading glint they held, “Don’t make me ask again.”

Satoru tilts his head confusedly at him. 

His tone didn’t sound playful at all. And the stare he’s giving him right now feels akin to a death glare. 

Where’d that switch up come from? 

Satoru remains silent for a moment as he just stares back at him. 

He pushes once more for Suguru to back up. 

Reluctantly, Suguru takes his hands back as he sighs. 

He stands up from the bed and starts grabbing his clothes that he’d left on Satoru’s drawer last night. 

Satoru sits up in bed, watching him. Still feeling confused. 

“Well, are we going?” Suguru asks him. He doesn’t even turn to look at him. 

Satoru shrugs off the weird feeling he has as he gets off the bed too. 

 

Suguru continues acting weird as they get ready for class. 

Normally, Satoru keeps all the hickeys or marks that Suguru left on. He only leaves the ones that can be hidden under his clothes. Maybe he’ll leave a tiny one on his neck, just to mess with Suguru, but today, when he started using the reverse cursed technique to get rid of them—

“What are you doing?” Suguru asked. 

Satoru looked at him through the mirror. 

“Covering up?” He asked as he flicked his finger through the air, healing his neck and collarbone. 

“There’s covering up and then there’s erasing,” Suguru said with a stern look, “You don’t want everyone to see?”

Satoru raised his eyebrows at him, “Of course I don’t,” he almost laughed, “I think Sensei would faint.”

Suguru remained silent behind him. But Satoru saw his eyes narrow in the mirror, like he was angry. 

“... If you get rid of them I’ll just leave more.” Suguru took a few steps closer to him, until his lips were right behind his ear. “In more obvious places. I'll suck deeper bruises,” he whispered harshly. 

It felt strangely threatening. 

Satoru turned around to look at him. Face to face and not through the mirror. 

“Are you okay, Suguru?” Satoru asked with concern. 

His expression suddenly softened and he took Satoru’s hands in his. 

“Of course I am, darling, why?” He brought Satoru’s hand to his cheek and he rubbed against him tenderly. 

Satoru stared at him with concern. 

Something’s off. 

They made their way to their classroom. Satoru slid the door open and saw Shoko already sitting there, looking bored. 

“Goodmorning, Shoko,” he said happily. 

“Heyy,” she said tiredly. 

“Morning,” Suguru yawned.

The two of them walked past Shoko’s desk and Satoru plopped down in his seat.

He expected Suguru to do the same but instead he hopped up onto Satoru’s desk and sat there. 

Satoru tilted his head at him in confusion. Suguru must have missed this though as he just stared at him adoringly. His chin rested in his palm as he smiled at him. 

Satoru looked away from him and turned to Shoko. 

“How come Sensei’s always harping on us for being late when he’s never on time either?” 

Shoko shrugged as she sleepily closed her eyes, “It’s fine for him to be late because he’s the teacher.”

Satoru smiled smugly, “Fine then, so when I become a teacher, I can be as late as I want and no one can say anything!”

Shoko sighs, “No, Sensei will probably harp on you even more for that.”

“What’s with the double standard?” Satoru threw his hands up with a laugh. 

His body stiffened as he felt Suguru’s fingers run through his hair. 

He glanced at him confusedly. 

Playing with hair was almost as bad as hand holding when it came to the PDA scale. 

Satoru was breaking these PDA rules all the time, but Suguru always kept his hands to himself. 

“Your hair’s so soft,” he said airily, a sense of adoration lacing his voice.

Satoru’s cheeks flushed. 

Suguru looked over his face dreamily. 

Satoru willed himself to look away but even then he could feel Suguru’s intense gaze piercing into him. 

“You look so beautiful in the sunlight, baby,” Suguru sighed. 

He called him baby? Similar to PDA, pet names such as that were something that was off the table in public. 

Suguru’s hold in his hair tightened as he pulled him closer. 

Satoru’s eyes widened in surprise as he kissed him. 

His mind started going haywire— Panicking. Knowing that Shoko was right there and that Yaga might walk in to start class any minute. 

But Suguru’s lips against his swept any previous thoughts about public indecency away. 

He held onto his waist and pulled him closer. 

Suguru moaned into his mouth, the sound being muffled between their lips. 

Their tongues brushed together slightly. 

Suguru tasted good. He could still taste his cum on his lips. 

“Ew,” Shoko says faintly. 

Satoru curses inside his head as he tries to pull away from Suguru. But just like yesterday on the train, Suguru is not trying to let this kiss end. 

He tugs harshly on Satoru’s hair and holds him in place close to him. 

Satoru manages to turn his face away but Suguru starts kissing and licking at his cheek instead. 

“Suguru, stop,” Satoru says as he gently pushes him back. 

“Why?” Suguru whines, a soft pout covering his face. “I don’t mind that Shoko’s here.” 

He trails his kisses down to his neck. 

Satoru has to remind himself that Shoko is right there before he gives in again. 

“Well Shoko minds,” Shoko says, looking away from them. 

Satoru groans as he pushes Suguru off of him. 

Suguru looks at him like he just slapped him across the face. 

“What’s going on with you?” Satoru laughs, “Stop.”

Suguru’s expression slowly shifts from hurt to angry. He stares at him like he did earlier this morning, when he said they had to go to class and when they were discussing his hickeys in the mirror. 

“... Why don’t you want to kiss me anymore?” He asks bitterly. 

Shoko glances over curiously. 

Satoru looks back at him feeling completely confused and not knowing how to answer. 

“Huuuuh?” 

Suguru sighs under his breath and pushes himself off of his desk. 

He curtly walks over to his own desk and takes a seat.

He sits facing away from Satoru as he crosses his arms. 

If question marks could pop around Satoru’s head they would. 

What the hell is going on with him?

 

The three of them didn't have to wait much longer for Yaga to arrive. 

They go over their lesson for that period, taking notes and listening half attentively. 

Satoru tries to pay attention but he can’t help but think about Suguru and worry about his strange behavior. 

“Alright, you two head down to the field." Yaga points at Satoru and Suguru. “Your juniors are waiting for you.” He points to Shoko. “You’re with me.”

They each push out of their desks and Yaga holds the door as the three of them walk out. 

Shoko follows Yaga down the hall whereas Satoru heads in the other direction, towards the field. 

Suguru grabs hold of his hand though and twirls him around and into the wall. 

His back presses against it with a thud and he groans. 

Suguru grips his shoulders tight as he suddenly kisses him. 

Satoru’s eyes glance around nervously, but Shoko and Yaga are already far down the hall. 

His eyes close as he lets himself melt into their kiss. 

Suguru bites harshly against him before pulling his lips away. 

“So you like me again now?” He asks in a soft whisper. 

Satoru tilts his head at him, “What? I never stopped liking you,” he smiles. 

He wraps his arms around him and tries to pull him in for a kiss.

“But you wouldn’t kiss me,” Suguru says seriously, pulling his face away. 

Satoru doesn’t understand. 

He laughs, “Yeah, because Shoko was right there and we were in class.” He inches his face closer again. 

Suguru continues to pull away though. 

“You didn’t mind on the train.” He’s starting to get that look in his eyes again. 

“I did mind, that’s why I asked you to stop then too.”

Suguru’s lip twitches slightly as he frowns. 

Satoru looks into his eyes, trying to make sense of this. 

Suguru’s eyes don’t meet his but they trail slowly over his face. Like he’s studying him. Or admiring him.

His lips curl up into a soft smile the longer he stares at him. 

He shakes his head lightly and smiles widely, “You’re so cute, Satoru, but you’re also stupid.” Their eyes finally lock. “You should never push me away, baby.” Suguru pouts slightly. “It breaks my heart every time.” He inches his face closer to Satoru again, rubbing his nose against his cheek. “I don’t care if there are other people around and neither should you.” 

Satoru’s body remains almost limp between the wall and Suguru as he tries to think. 

“You know I’m right, darling.” He rubs his face against Satoru’s neck and breathes in his scent. “Fuck, you smell good— You should listen to me, baby,” Suguru says sweetly.

Satoru tries to read his cursed energy. 

“And if you really have a problem with all those people,” Suguru brings his face back from the crook of Satoru’s neck, “Then I can just get rid of them for us.” There’s a shimmer in his eyes, a glint of absolute delight. 

He’s smiling sweetly and staring intently at him. 

Satoru can tell that this is Suguru. Without a doubt this is him. But there’s a weird stigma on his Six Eyes. This is his boyfriend. His best friend. His Suguru. But there’s also something wrong. Like something clouding over him. Something out of place, or lodged into place although it’s not supposed to fit. 

Satoru narrows his eyes at him suspiciously. 

“Suguru?”
“Yes?” He perks up, his eyes shining. 

He's silent for a moment.

It is Suguru, but something is wrong. 

And then it hits him. Yesterday— their mission. 

Suguru had asked him if that was the last of the curses. And then he scanned around, lazily, as he was sure that it was. But there was some strange feeling in the back of his head. He thought it was just Suguru’s scattered cursed energy— But maybe, whatever this is had already latched onto Suguru at that point, and that’s why it was hard to notice it. 

Or maybe he just wasn’t paying close enough attention. 

Fuck. 

Satoru cups Suguru’s face and kisses him deeply. 

Suguru hums happily into his lips and wraps his arms around his waist. 

Satoru licks into his mouth and tugs at his hair, almost ruining the bun he’s tied it up in. 

He bites his bottom lip and Suguru groans into his mouth. 

Satoru quickly pulls back, hoping that’ll be enough to satiate him for now. 

“Suguru, baby,” he rubs against his cheek, “I love you so much.”

Suguru smiles widely and blushes slightly, “I love you, Satoru. More than anything.”

Satoru tries to hide the worry on his face, “I’m gonna go talk to Shoko for a minute—” Satoru doesn’t miss the way Suguru’s eyes twitch upon hearing Shoko’s name— “I’ll be really quick, you won’t even know I’m gone.”

“It already feels cold without you.” Suguru’s eyes twinge sadly. 

“Five minutes. Can you give me five minutes, baby?” Satoru asks sweetly. 

“Make it two,” Suguru says sternly. 

Satoru laughs nervously. 

“Three?”

“Two.”

He scratches the back of his neck, “Okay, okay, two. Two minutes, baby.” 

Satoru gives him a chaste kiss before walking away. 

He could feel Suguru pulling to stay close to him as his lips left his. 

He needs to find Shoko, now. 

 

“Sensei!”

Yaga and Shoko look up at Satoru suddenly. 

They're sitting at a table covered in diagrams that he doesn’t understand, nor has the time to really acknowledge. 

“Satoru? Why aren’t you at the field—”

“No time,” Satoru swiftly cuts him off, “What do you know about Valentine’s Curses?”

“Valentine’s Curses?” They ask in unison. 

“Yes, hurry, I only have two minutes.”

Probably even less now, he thinks nervously. 

“Well I’d need more specifics than just ‘what do you know’,” Shoko remarks, unhelpfully. 

“They create a haze over their victims, sort of like mind control, or a love spell, depending on the exact type of curse,” Yaga adds, helpfully. 

“But that’s what I mean,” Shoko says, “There’s too many varying types to just summarize what they all do.” She tilts her head at Satoru curiously, “What’s this about, Gojo?”

He takes a deep breath in and pants it out. 

“I think Suguru got hit with a curse like that one, but it’s definitely not mind control and I don’t think a love spell would be the right way to categorize it because he already loves me,” he sputters out quickly. 

“You think he got hit by a curse?” Yaga asked, clearly concerned. 

Shoko’s face twists with worry as well. 

“Yes.” Satoru runs a hand through his hair, “Yesterday, after our mission. I picked up on his strange behavior but I sort of brushed it off because, honestly, it was hard to tell at first.”

It was hard to tell if Suguru was just being needy or if something else was going on, but he won’t tell them about that detail. 

“But today, I realized that there’s definitely something wrong with him.”

“I did think it was weird when you two kissed during class,” Shoko notes.

Yaga stares down at the floor in thought, “And you’re certain it’s a curse?”

“Yes, I can feel it.” Satoru gestures towards his eyes, referring to his technique. It makes it incredibly easy to see through any curse or trick. 

“I think I might have had a hard time noticing it because of the haze you mentioned.”

“Can it affect other people besides the person it clung to?” Shoko asks, tapping her chin. 

“Possibly,” Yaga says, “Depending on the curse.”

“I don’t think he’s possessed and it’s not a body-swappers situation,” Satoru explained, “It’s definitely still him. He’s just… acting funny.”

“Well we’ll definitely look into it,” Shoko says. 

“And until then, I’d suggest keeping any physical contact with him to a minimum. We don’t know if the curse can affect you in that way or not, so just to be careful,” Yaga adds. 

Satoru laughs nervously as his mind races back to last night and this morning. 

“I think it’s a little too late for that.”

Yaga shakes his head at him. 

“Well then we can probably disregard that as a factor with this curse,” Shoko says, “That’ll make identifying it way easier.”

“Where is Suguru now?”

“He’s in the hallway, waiting for me,” Satoru says as he points behind him, “It’s probably been way more than two minutes— I have to go.”

Satoru slides the door back open and turns to leave. 

“Keep him with you, okay?” Yaga calls. 

“We’ll get back to you with more info,” Shoko assures him. 

Satoru smiles over his shoulder and disappears on the other side of the door. 

 

Satoru runs hurriedly back down the hall. 

Suguru’s leaning against the wall and staring off into space. 

A smile quickly comes onto his face as he sees Satoru approaching him. 

“Aw, darling,” he says happily. 

Satoru halts in front of him and pants softly. 

He’s more out of breath due to worrying about Suguru than he is from running. 

Suguru pats the back of his head gently and pulls him closer. 

Satoru leans into his touch, their cheeks rubbing together firmly. 

Suguru kisses the skin close to his ear as he rubs the back of his head lightly. 

“You came back in time, Satoru,” he says sweetly, “Good boy.”

Satoru hates that the phrase makes him blush. 

“I missed you so much,” Suguru says as he wraps an arm around him. 

He squeezes him cozily. 

“It wasn’t even two minutes, Suguru,” Satoru says into his hair. 

“I know, it was terrible,” Suguru sighed, “I think I would have died if you were gone for any longer.”

Satoru doesn’t know what to say to that. 

This is Suguru though. It’s not a clone or a fake version of him, so that thought’s comforting. 

Satoru holds him closely 

“Well I’m back now.”
Suguru giggles excitedly. 

He’s kind of cute like this. 

“You ready to go beat up our juniors?” Satoru asks with a grin. 

They stare into each other for a moment. 

Satoru notes that Suguru’s eyes do look a little glazed over. It must be the curse. His pupils seem way bigger than usual. 

Should Satoru feel bad for melting under the affection in his gaze right now?

He knows it’s being caused by the curse but it’s Suguru’s eyes that are looking at him that way. 

His beautiful, alluring, distracting eyes. 

“Do you love me?” Suguru asks suddenly, a small smile on his face. 

“Of course.” The words leave Satoru’s mouth on instinct. His response is automatic and true. He loves him more than anything. 

Suguru blushes slightly and looks away. 

“You’re staring.”

“You’re pretty.”

Suguru laughs smoothly. 

“Should we just head back to the dorms instead of the field?” He asks alluringly. 

Satoru rolls his eyes at himself. 

If this curse seemingly acts as an aphrodisiac for Suguru, then maybe he should hold himself back from saying stuff like that. 

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, later—”

“You always do,” Suguru coos. 

Satoru grabs his hand as he walks down the hall, “Come on, Suguru.”

Suguru giggles behind him as he’s led along to the field. 

Nanami and Haibara are already standing there, idly, waiting for them.

Haibara’s grinning happily and talking Nanami’s ear off about something. 

Nanami seems unbothered but not as if he’s out right ignoring him. 

He notices the two of them walking up the path first. 

“You’re late, Gojo,” Nanami sighs, “And you used to be on time before you two started dating, Geto.”

Suguru pouts playfully, “Well we almost didn’t come at all.”

Satoru elbows him in his side and he laughs. 

Suguru stares adoringly at him.
Satoru has to force himself to keep his eyes away from his before he gets lost in them again. 

Nanami frowns at seeing their fingers intertwined together. 

“Alright Nanami, you’re with me.” Satoru points to Haibara. “And Haibara, make sure you go easy on Suguru, alright?” He teases. 

Haibara laughs as he rolls his shoulder, “You’re funny, Gojo. He almost knocked me out cold last time.”

“Thank god Ieiri was there,” Nanami mutters to himself. 

“Well today won’t be any different,” Suguru smiles. 

He squeezes Satoru’s hand in his and kisses his knuckles. 

“I love you, Satoru.” He draws out his words slowly. “Watch me closely, okay?” He winks at him. 

Nanami and Haibara tilt their heads in confusion. 

They’ve never seen Suguru act like this. I should probably tell them. 

The opportunity doesn't really present itself though, as Suguru unleashes one of his many curses. 

“Fight like your life depends on it, Haibara,” he says cheerfully. 

Haibara gulps as he readies himself. 

Nanami backs away from him and looks at Satoru expectantly, ready for him to send an attack his way too. 

Satoru goes to move towards him, but Suguru tugs on his hand. 

He glances down at their hands, and whereas he’s taken his fingers back, Suguru’s are still gripping him harshly. Almost painfully so. 

“Suguru, let go,” Satoru says quietly. 

Suguru’s eyes trail away from Haibara and slowly, sadly, back to Satoru. 

He’s looking at him like he just stabbed him. Repeatedly. 

Satoru curses in his head. 

He’s extremely sensitive right now. He has to remind himself. 

“Baby, please let go. I can hold your hand after, okay?” He says sweetly.

“No.” 

Suguru’s face swiftly turns from sad to angry again, just like it did before in class. 

Oh my god.

“Suguru, let go, baby.”

“Why should I?” He looks at him like he’s stupid. “You’re telling me you can’t fight with just one hand? Or am I just that much of a hindrance to you?” His voice slightly raises as he squeezes his hand harder. 

Nanami and Haibara share a confused glance. 

Even the curse that Suguru summoned flutters around in the space above them, seemingly taken aback. 

Satoru’s face twists apprehensively, “No, Suguru, no, of course not, darling.”

“You’ve been pulling away from me all day!” Suguru says as he yanks him closer by his hand. 

Satoru stumbles closer to him. 

“You lied! You don’t love me, do you? You can’t even stand to look at me!” Suguru yells hysterically in his face. 

“What?” Satoru’s eyes widened in confusion. 

Does he mean when he glanced away from him just a moment ago?

“I only looked away from you for a second,” he tries to defend himself. 

“If I wasn’t looking at you I’d die! My heart would literally stop beating. But you can so easily look away from me for a whole second?”

Okay, he’s clearly insane. He’s definitely not been staring at him all day. That’s almost impossible anyway. 

It seems like the effects of the curse are getting worse. Or maybe it was always this bad and Satoru just couldn’t tell because they were having sex. 

Keeping him cooped up in the dorms would probably be the best course of action with that line of thinking. 

“What’s happening?” Nanami asks suddenly. 

“Were we talking to you?” Suguru spits out as he doesn’t even turn to look at him as he says it. 

Nanami raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. 

Satoru’s eyes turn to glance at him but then Suguru balls his fist into the collar of his uniform. 

He tugs him even closer to him. Their lips are less than a breath apart. 

“Don’t you fucking look away from me again,” he says in a hushed rude tone. 

Satoru stares into him blankly, a subtle blush tinting his cheeks. 

Is it wrong that he could feel himself slightly get aroused from that?

“If you can’t defeat our juniors while looking at me then you have no right calling yourself the strongest.”

Satoru has no idea what’s happening anymore. 

He’s internally battling his conflicting feelings. 

He’s slightly turned on, but also embarrassed and concerned, but mostly turned on. 

Is Suguru still gonna be mad at him later?

Is he gonna take his anger out on him all night?

“Satoru.”

“Yes?” 

Suguru stares into him like he’s nothing, like he’s beneath him. 

And he might be. He feels like it, at this moment. 

“... Let’s begin.” 

The curse that he’s already summoned screeches in the air. 

Haibara regains his fighting stance again. 

Nanami holds his blade close to himself. 

“Haibara, I doubt you can dodge this but try,” Suguru says, eyes still intently focused on Satoru. 

“Nanami,” Satoru says, still looking into Suguru’s intense gaze, “... I’ll explain this to you guys later.”

They unleash their curses upon their juniors. 

They fight back as best as they can. Clearly both of them are having some trouble though. 

But Satoru isn’t concerned about that, really. It’s extremely hard to be when he feels like he’s the one in the toughest position here. 

Suguru makes him stare at him the entire time. 

Sending attacks towards Nanami isn’t difficult this way. His Six Eyes make it easy to sense exactly where Nanami is and all he has to do is flick his wrist to send a slice or gust of wind his way. 

But Suguru’s eyes on him make it a little disorienting. 

Nothing is more distracting than Suguru. 

The way his eyes twinkle when he looks at him. 

They soften his headaches. They make him calmer. He truly feels like being around Suguru heals him. And if eyes are said to be the window to the soul, then maybe Suguru truly is healing his soul each time he looks at him. 

Directly at him. Past his glasses and straight into his heart. 

He hears Haibara scream and he zones back into reality slightly.

 

Nanami and Haibara laid down in the grass tiredly. 

Suguru hummed happily as he retracted his curses. 

Satoru didn’t dare look away from him. 

“Good job today, everyone,” Suguru said cheerfully, “Are you both okay?”

Haibara gives a weak thumbs up. 

Nanami just groans loudly in response. 

Suguru hums contently again and kisses Satoru on the cheek. 

“I hope you learned an important lesson today.” 

Suguru glanced at Satoru after saying it. 

Even though it should have been directed at Haibara and Nanami, Satoru was certain it wasn’t. 

His expression had barely softened this whole time. 

He was doing his fake happy smile. The smile he puts on for Shoko when she’s smoking or for Curse Users, the few rare times they’ve had to fight any. 

Satoru’s sure he’s in for it later. 

“If you guys need help, I’m sure Shoko’s around somewhere,” Suguru says with a dismissive wave of his hand. 

He turns back to Satoru and his gaze darkens. 

“Let’s go, Satoru.”

He pulls him along by his hand and Satoru stumbles after him. 

He glances back at Haibara and Nanami. 

Nanami sits up in the grass and stares at him with a clear look of confusion. 

Haibara places his hand on Nanami’s shoulder, using him as leverage to help himself sit up too. 

His eyes then lock on Satoru and he has the same curious look in his eyes that Nanami does. 

Satoru mouths sorry as he turns back and walks in tow with Suguru. 

They walk through the halls of the school in silence. 

It’s unsettling due to how he’s been acting all day. 

Satoru's anxiety slowly rises as he waits for him to say something. 

Once he realizes Suguru is leading them to the dorms though, he decides to speak up. 

“We still have a few more classes, you know?”

“And?” Suguru says, unbothered. 

“And, nothing,” he mutters. 

Suguru’s eyes seem focused like they did when they got off the train. 

He was entirely set on getting them back to the dorms and nothing else. 

That sentiment feels the same right now. 

Satoru worriedly thinks of how Shoko or Yaga haven’t contacted him yet about anything revolving around the curse. 

What if there are dangerous conditions that they don’t know about?

“Suguru, are you okay? How do you feel?” He asked cautiously. 

“I’m in agony,” he answers quickly. 

Satoru’s body stiffens, “What?”

Suguru’s hand trembles slightly in his, “If I can’t touch you, I’m going to lose my mind,” he mutters lustfully. 

Satoru frowns slightly, suddenly pitying him a little bit. 

If the curse works like an aphrodisiac then Suguru can’t help but feel that way. 

Maybe Satoru should just keep him in his room, having sex with him over and over again until they figure out what to do. If it’ll alleviate his pain, then of course Satoru wants to do it. And also, the idea of letting Suguru throw him around like a rag-doll and fucking into him all day and all night sounds amazing. Far too good to pass up. 

They reach Satoru’s room and Suguru shoves him inside in a similar manner to that of how he pushed him in yesterday. 

But when he presses him against the door, the same way he did yesterday, instead of kissing him, he sinks his face into the crook of his neck. 

Satoru leans against the door feeling surprised. 

Suguru’s breath is warm against his neck. 

He grips his shoulders, scrunching up his uniform in his hands. 

Suguru breathes him in slowly. He sighs happily afterwards. His lips drag along Satoru’s skin faintly. 

“You smell…” Suguru breathes in his scent again, “... Soooo goood,” he practically whimpers. 

Satoru doesn’t know if he’s ever heard him sound so needy. 

Poor baby. 

His tongue swipes along the side of his neck. 

He moans lewdly into his skin. 

The sound makes Satoru shudder. 

“Your sweat’s so sweet,” Suguru says hazily. 

Satoru notices his shoulders trembling slightly. 

He looks all along his body and realizes that all of him is shaking ever so softly. 

“You taste like candy,” Suguru sighs, “Nothing tastes better than you.”

He bites tenderly into his neck and Satoru moans lightly.

Suguru sucks and licks right under his jaw. 

His teeth scrape against him hungrily. 

Satoru cups the side of his face as he leans his head back to give him easier access. 

Suguru licks around the new mark he’s just left and giggles happily upon seeing it. 

“It’s so easy to bruise your skin, Satoru,” he whispers sweetly, “It’s too easy.”

His tongue swipes over him again and again. 

He moans wickedly each time. 

Satoru can feel himself growing harder from just his voice alone. 

Suguru’s face raises from his neck and he kisses him tenderly. His tongue swipes against his lips, begging desperately for access into his mouth. Satoru obliges, of course, as he parts his lips for him. He relishes in the feeling of his tongue against his own. And the taste of him is dizzying. 

“So good,” Suguru mumbles into his lips, “So good, baby.” His tongue is merciless as it laps over him. “I’m addicted to you,” he whispers full of desire. 

His eyes are glossy and fully focused on him. His pupils are blown so wide. Satoru’s sure that if they could turn into small hearts, they would. 

Suguru slowly pulls his lips away from him. He stares into him with a longing, wanting look.

“I want your mouth,” he says softly. 

He gently takes hold of Satoru’s hands. He steps backwards, leading them towards the bed. 

“I need your mouth.” He drops Satoru’s hands and begins taking off his own uniform. 

Satoru watches as he strips for him. 

Suguru’s body is completely mesmerizing. 

His eyes get stuck on his abs as he tosses his shirt aside. 

He sits on the edge of the bed and seductively removes his pants as well. 

Suguru palms at his erection in his underwear, “I need you here.”

He swiftly takes his underwear off, revealing his arousal.

“Need your mouth here, baby.” 

He runs a finger along his length and bites his lip as he moans. 

Satoru falls to his knees in between Suguru’s legs. 

“Please touch me,” Suguru begs. 

Satoru’s never wanted anything more. 

He licks along Suguru’s erection as he stares up at him.

Suguru’s head falls back in pleasure. His hands curl into Satoru’s hair possessively. 

Satoru grips his thighs as he laps at the tip. 

Suguru quivers at his touch. His hands reach deeper into his hair. 

Satoru opens his mouth wide as he takes Suguru into his mouth. 

He moans brokenly as Satoru continues taking him deeper. 

He swipes his tongue firmly against him and savors the addictive taste of his pre-cum slightly leaking out. 

Satoru’s eyes stay on him, desperate to watch for his reactions. 

He sucks harshly on his dick as he feels the tip reaching his throat. 

Suguru’s too fucking big. Satoru doesn’t know how he manages to take him so deeply every time but he does. 

He wants to. He has to. He desperately has to. Everything in his body screams for Suguru’s dick to be deep inside of his throat. 

“Fuck, Satoru,” Suguru moans, “Your mouth’s perfect, baby.” He pulls roughly on his hair. His hand guides him steadily further down, forcing him deeper. 

“Do I taste good, angel?”

Satoru nods as best as he can. A whimper escapes his mouth as Suguru penetrates his throat. 

His jaw tenses and clenches from the sudden intrusion. But Suguru keeps pushing him down further. 

Satoru’s eyes begin to water as he’s deprived of his oxygen. But they roll back lustfully as Suguru slowly bucks his hips upward. 

Satoru tries to focus on sucking and licking hard enough but his mind starts going blank as Suguru gently begins fucking into his mouth. 

He’s prying his throat open. Forcing his jaw to relax as he steadily thrusts into him. And it’s working as Satoru feels his lips stretch wider around Suguru’s cock. 

He’s in love with the feeling. 

He loves when Suguru uses him like this. 

He wants to be fucked by him all day. In his mouth, in his asshole— It doesn’t matter. 

He’s hypnotized by his cock. This feeling may be a curse all on its own. 

“You’re so sweet, Satoru,” Suguru sighs happily, “Your mouth’s so warm.”

Satoru’s grip on his thighs tightens as tears build up in his eyes. 

Suguru’s pace gradually gets faster and faster. 

Satoru’s mouth moves sloppily against him. He splutters on his cock, trying to keep as much of it in his mouth as possible, all while letting himself be guided up and down by Suguru’s strong hands that are tangled deep in his hair. 

His hands hold him so perfectly. Satoru doesn’t think it’s fair how attractive Suguru is. Even just the feel of his hands against his head is enough to make him sigh contentedly. 

“You’re such a slut, baby,” Suguru groans, “You were made for sucking my cock.”

Tears stream down Satoru’s face as his eyes close suddenly. 

He’s too fucking deep. 

His throat practically trembles from the intensity of his thrusts. 

“Aww, Satoru, you’re so pretty when you cry.”

Suguru sighs airily but his sighing quickly shifts into moans as he fucks frantically into Satoru’s throat. 

“Do you want me to cum on your face, baby, or do you want to swallow it?”

Satoru’s whole body vibrates from the question. 

It’s impossible to answer him with his cock in his mouth, but he tries anyway. 

Mouth. 

He mumbles around his dick. His voice can’t seem to push past him. 

Attempting to speak makes his throat throb in a way he can’t resist though. 

Mouth. 

He mumbles again and feels his throat contract slightly. 

He can barely breathe. He’s about to start choking any second. 

“What’s that?” Suguru teases. 

“Mmmfff—” Satoru tries his best to speak but then he starts choking around Suguru’s length. 

All thoughts of speaking leave his mind as he loses himself to the feeling. 

He can’t even think. It feels like all the oxygen in the world is gone and all that remains is Suguru and his touch. His cock inside of him. Brushing past his lips and against his tongue. 

Pushing hard into his throat. Blocking off his air. Trapping his words in place. 

He can’t breathe and it’s the best feeling in the world. 

“Fuuck.” Suguru thrusts harshly into his mouth one last time before his cum spills violently down Satoru’s throat. 

If he thought he couldn’t breathe before, well, fuck. 

Satoru thinks he blacks out for a second as he swallows weakly. 

Suguru slides out of him messily. 

Satoru clutches his neck, feeling thoroughly used in the best way possible. 

He gasps. Air quickly returns to him, but it’s too sudden as he starts choking again. 

He coughs as he rubs his throat, trying to soothe himself. 

Suguru’s hand pats his head gently. He softly runs his fingers through his hair. A direct contrast to how forcefully he was holding him a moment ago.

“So good, Satoru,” he praises sweetly, “Such a good boy for me.” He wiped tenderly at the tears staining Satoru’s cheeks. “You’re perfect. You felt so good, baby.”

Satoru's brain bubbles happily with the praises. He’s not sure what to do with all of it. He feels completely fucked out. 

Suguru pulls him up to join him on the bed. 

Satoru lets himself be tugged up by him. 

Suguru tenderly takes his clothes off of him. 

The two of them sit in the middle with their legs tangled into the other one. 

Satoru’s still panting slightly. 

Suguru laughs softly as he kisses him. 

His lips are too smooth. Satoru can’t help but moan brokenly into his faint touch. 

Their mouths move calmly over each other as their hands explore the other delicately. 

Suguru’s body must have been made for him. 

His hands know exactly where to touch. Exactly where to hold and caress and squeeze. 

His tongue presses against his with just the right amount of force. 

He’s intoxicating. He’s mind numbing. 

“Suguru,” Satoru moans his name stupidly. 

“Satoru,” he purrs his name into his mouth. 

No one says his name like Suguru does. It doesn’t even sound right if Suguru’s not the one saying it. 

“I want you to fuck me,” he says faintly. 

“Really?” Satoru feels his heart rate quicken. 

Suguru scratches at his skin, “I want to feel you inside of me,” he whispers against his lips, “And plus, I already…” His words trail off. 

Satoru tilts his head curiously at him. 

Suguru pulls his body away from him and slowly lays back against the pillows. 

He holds his thighs apart, spreading himself open for Satoru to see. 

Satoru can’t push down his smug smile, although he tries. 

There’s a jeweled purple butt plug the shade of Suguru's eyes in the shape of a heart tucked sneakily inside his asshole. 

It’s Satoru’s. 

Suguru’s never used any of his toys before. 

It looks so pretty stuck inside of him. 

Maybe this whole curse thing isn’t all that bad. 

“So needy, Suguru.”
Satoru runs his hands over his thighs, spreading him open even further. 

Suguru’s body slightly trembles at the feeling. 

“How long has that been in there, baby?”

“I don’t knoow,” Suguru smiles innocently at him, “Wish it was your cock instead. I wish I could have it inside of me all day, without anyone knowing.”

Satoru’s cock throbs, needy for him as he stares into him. 

He quickly opens his drawer for the lube and pops the cap open. 

Suguru smiles as he watches him. 

“Take it out of me.” It almost sounds like a question, or a plea. “Want you,” Suguru mumbles. 

Satoru laughs to himself.

Is this really Suguru? He’s not usually this submissive. Not so easily anyway. 

“You’re so cute like this, Suguru.” Satoru spreads the lube around himself. He sighs softly as he strokes himself with it. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Suguru smiles at him adoringly, “You feel it too?” he asks faintly. 

Satoru inches himself closer to Suguru, stopping between his legs. 

He feels lightheaded looking at Suguru in this state. 

He almost doesn’t know what to do. 

He wants to stop time so he can admire his boyfriend forever in this moment. 

“I love you so much,” Suguru says longingly, “It makes everything else feel pointless.” 

Satoru grips the plug and tugs gently on it. 

Suguru’s back arches slightly as Satoru pulls it out of him. 

His hole clenches around nothing as he breathes softly. 

The sight is utterly beautiful. 

“You make it hard to think,” Suguru says, “I can’t breathe without you.” He reaches his arms out for Satoru. “You’re my oxygen. I need you.”

Satoru smiles fondly as he brings his body down to meet Suguru’s. 

His arms around his back feel so right. 

“I can’t exist without you.”

Satoru blushes slightly at his warm tone. 

He knows that everything coming out of Suguru’s mouth today is exaggerated. But there has to be a certain level of truth to it all too. 

That’s how he’s deduced this curse to work, anyways. 

He strokes himself lightly, adding pressure as he aligns himself with Suguru’s asshole. 

“Be as rough with me as you want, baby,” he says dreamily. He really does sound like he’s in a daze, “My body belongs to you. Use me however you want, please.” 

Satoru pushes into him, trying to go slowly, but Suguru sucks him in, deeper and deeper. 

It’s easier to inch his way inside because of the butt plug stretching him so nicely, preparing him for Satoru. 

Suguru breathes out erotically as his eyes roll back. 

Satoru thrusts steadily inside him, slowly working his way deeper. 

Suguru’s sounds and the tight heat of his asshole encourage to go faster. 

His hand tilts Suguru’s chin upward so he can reach his neck. 

He bites into his throat. Suguru’s breathing hitches and he moans. 

Satoru doesn’t know if he’s ever heard Suguru sound like this. 

It makes his mind melt. 

Suguru’s fingers scratch into his back. 

Satoru groans at the slight pain. He bites harshly into his neck in retaliation and bucks his hips up faster. 

Suguru practically weeps when he reaches his prostate. 

He passionately wraps his legs around him, desperately trying to pull him closer. 

Satoru smiles as he hammers himself into Suguru over and over. 

His hips move sloppily and his pace slows down as he focuses more so on hitting him deeply rather than moving quickly. 

“Fuuck, Satoru,” Suguru whines, “Harder,” he sighs. 

Satoru’s hold on him tightens as he fucks him down into the mattress. 

Suguru smiles crazily as his head leans further back into the pillow. 

Satoru licks up from his neck to his mouth. He kisses him greedily. Their sounds mix together between their lips. 

The loud slapping of skin on skin fills the air around them, along with their loud moaning. 

Suguru squeezes hard around him and Satoru lets out a breathy sigh, completely lost in the feeling that is Suguru. 

“You’re so warm, Suguru.” His boyfriend whimpers weakly in response. “You feel like heaven. You were made for this.”

Suguru laughs lightly before he’s back to cursing under his breath and groaning. 

“Fuck, go faster, please,” Suguru pleads. He grabs hold of Satoru’s hair and pulls his face closer to his until his lips brush over his ear. “I’m your whore, treat me like it.”

Satoru’s breath hitches as he quickens his pace again. 

Having Suguru suction around him like this feels incredible. But it’s really his filthy sounds and his words that send Satoru into a frenzy. 

He licks at his ear and bites at the cartilage. 

He tugs rudely at his hair and sucks into his neck again, determined to leave a hickey somewhere extremely obvious. 

His hands roam all over his body as he fucks him. Pinching his nipples and scratching over his collarbone as he thrusts faster. 

And Suguru simply lies there and allows it. He takes everything that Satoru gives him. Crying out in ecstasy at the attention and overstimulation.

Satoru takes a hold of Suguru's neglected cock and strokes sloppily as he marvels at how much is leaking out of him already. 

“You’re fucking filthy, baby,” Satoru whispers into his lips. 

Suguru babbled mindlessly as he dug his nails deeper into the muscles on Satoru’s back. 

Satoru cursed out as stroked around him faster. 

His other hand gripped Suguru’s throat, choking him harshly. 

His voice sputtered out weakly. 

The strain in his tone sounded so pretty. So utterly broken. 

And Satoru wanted to break him. He wanted to watch him unravel beneath him. 

“My pretty whore.”
Suguru hummed happily. 

“You take it so well, Suguru. I’m not hurting you?”

Satoru made it a point to angle himself deeper, stretching Suguru out further. 

Suguru looked so pretty as Satoru’s grip on his neck tightened. 

He smiled contently above him, feeling high off the power he currently held over him. 

“Feels good,” Suguru weakly drawled out. 

Satoru pressed even harder into his neck.

He slowed his stroking around his cock. His fingers ghosted over him, leaving Suguru twitching and leaking below him, until he finally took his hand away. 

Suguru whined as he bucked his hips upward, trying to thrust back into Satoru’s hand. 

He could feel his throat constrict as he tried to say something. 

Satoru’s hold on his neck softened. 

Suguru’s breathing came out shallowly. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Suguru sighed. 

“Aw, but I’m not even touching you right now,” Satoru teased. His fingers brushed along Suguru’s stomach, intentionally avoiding where he knew he needed him most, which was hardly pressed against himself. 

“You think you can cum like this, baby? Without me touching you?”

Suguru laughs lightly around his moans, “You’re so smug.”
Satoru’s stupid smile only grows, “Well of course I am. I get to fuck the most beautiful boy in the world.”

Suguru’s cheeks turn a deep crimson suddenly and he looks away, embarrassed. 

He’s so fucking cute like this.

“Satoru,” he whimpers out quietly. 

“Aw, don’t act all shy now.” Satoru grabs his jaw firmly and forces him to look at him. 

He trails his fingers back down and gently wraps around Suguru’s cock again. He arches off the bed slightly as he stares up into him. 

Suguru somehow grips onto Satoru even tighter as their eyes lock. 

Satoru’s chest tenses and he almost loses the rhythm he’s set up as he gets lost in Suguru’s submissive expression. 

That look in his eyes will be ingrained in his brain forever. 

“Cum inside me,” Suguru begs softly, “Want you to fill me up with your cum.”

His nails scrape along Satoru’s back. 

Satoru inches himself further down to Suguru's lips. 

They kiss messily and hungrily, like they can’t get enough of each other. 

Suguru’s hand twists in Satoru’s hair. He tugs harshly at it. 

Satoru bites his lip and relishes in the groan that leaves Suguru's mouth shortly afterward. 

His body feels tingly and electric as he buries himself as deeply in Suguru as he can.

He cums inside him without a thought, he can feel the tension in Suguru's legs as he does, feels the slight twitching of his thighs.

Suguru’s screams get muffled against his lips. 

He gasps and pants as Satoru’s cum spills out into the deepest parts of him. 

Suguru clings onto him tighter than he has all day. Satoru wouldn’t be surprised if he left deep scratch marks all over his back. 

He gently stirs against the pillow as his moans soften. 

Satoru couldn’t possibly look away as he watches him come completely undone. 

Suguru’s own cum slowly leaks out of him. It splashes across Satoru’s fingers and against his stomach, causing his whole body to shudder. 

He twitches as the last of it comes out. 

Satoru feels frozen in place as his mind reels with the scene that’s just played out in front of him. 

The thought crosses his mind to take a picture. 

Hell, he knows Suguru would agree to it. Especially with the way he is right now.

 

Satoru brushes Suguru’s hair out of his face as he hums happily in his sleep. 

He passed out quickly after Satoru cleaned him up, although he whined, saying that he wanted to keep his cum inside of him with the butt plug. And despite the fact that that did sound hot, Satoru resolved that cleaning him right after was best. And aftercare isn’t something he gets to do a lot since he doesn’t tend to be the one usually topping, so Satoru really wanted to take care of his boyfriend and fetch him water and rub him clean. 

His phone buzzed on the bedside drawer. 

He hastily reached for it, hoping that the noise didn’t wake Suguru back up. 

Satoru peeked over his shoulder and Suguru was still out cold. 

He breathed softly into the pillow, a satisfied look on his face. 

Satoru sighed as he flipped his phone open, “Shoko?”
“Hi.”

“What’d you find out for me?” He asked quietly. 

“Well I’ve got a list of various Valentine's Curses and I was hoping you could explain Geto’s condition so I could pinpoint which one we’re dealing with here. You didn’t really explain exactly how he was acting when you came to us earlier.”

Satoru hums softly in agreement. He was in a rush before. They can take their time now. 

He carefully stepped out of the room and once on the other side of the door, he began explaining the  events of yesterday and today to Shoko. He left out the parts about sex, of course. He mentioned everything that he found relevant or important, so he supposed maybe some details pertaining to sex were important. 

“He’s been incredibly clingy. It’s like he just wants to… Stay in my room all day.”

Shoko hums, clearly understanding. 

“And there’s been obsessive behavior too, right?”

“Extremely, yes. Possession, obsession— Almost in an addictive, threatening way.”
Shoko hummed on the other side of the phone. 

Satoru could hear her moving papers around as he waited for her reply. 

“Yep, I know which curse we’re dealing with.” 

Satoru smiled, feeling relieved. 

“This type is more native to this part of Japan. We have a few records of it. None of them ended well for the victims.”
“Well what does it do? Is he in any pain?”

“No, no, not exactly.”

“Not exactly?”

“Let me finish,” Shoko sighs, “All the curse does is amplifies any feelings of attraction or love that the person already has. So you were right, Geto’s not possessed. All his actions are very much still his own, just cranked up to an astronomical level. It’s even worse because you two have already been dating. If the curse hits someone who, let’s say, didn’t have any romantic interest in anyone, then that person might just latch onto the first person that shows them any signs of affection. Like a baby bird thinking the first thing it sees is its mama.”

Satoru nods in understanding, “Okay, but you said he is in pain.”

“Again, not exactly. If a weak feeling of admiration was amplified, it might turn into love rapidly over night. This quick succession of feelings isn’t natural though and it can cause a strain on the victim’s psyche. But it won’t get bad as long as the initial feeling isn’t strong. It would take some time, but it wouldn’t happen quickly. And so—”

“Since Suguru’s already in love with me—”

“Right, since Geto already feels this strong way about you, it’s now caused his feelings to skyrocket.” Satoru hears more papers rustling. “Love turns into obsession. Obsession turns into addiction, and it only gets worse from there.”

“Okay but, the pain thing, Shoko?”
She sighs into the phone, “Think of it like… The longing feeling you get when you’re away from someone. Sometimes it feels as if it physically hurts, not being near someone.” Satoru nods along, although Shoko can’t see him. “Studies have been done before documenting people who felt literal pain due to heartbreak or rejection. Geto is very fragile right now. Even the simplest thing could set him off and make him believe you don’t love him the way he loves you.” More paper sounds filter through the phone. “And when that happens, things can get really ugly. It’s not only dangerous for the victim, it’s dangerous for anyone who’s around them. Anyone who they view as a potential ‘threat’ to them and their lover.”

“Yeah, I picked up on that vibe earlier.”

“That’s bad, Gojo,” Shoko says sternly, “Now that we know what type it is, it’ll be easier to find it. The only way to break the curse is to exorcise it.”
“That won’t be a problem for me.”
“I know.” Satoru can feel Shoko rolling her eyes. “The hard part is dealing with Geto while we wait for the school to find it.”

“It’d go faster if I found it myself.”

“Geto needs to stay close to you and having him leave the school is probably a bad idea,” Shoko notes.

Satoru sighs but nods, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’m sure they’ll find it soon, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, I just don’t want Suguru to lose his mind or anything. He’s already acting crazy.”

“Just try to meet him halfway,” Shoko advises, “The victims of this curse are very self aware. If he thinks for even a second that you’re judging him, he might combust.”
Satoru frowns apprehensively. 

“Thanks, Shoko.”

“Anytime.” She hangs up. 

Satoru flips his phone closed and sighs as he stands idly in the hallway for a moment. 

He shakes off his nerves and goes back into his room, opening and closing the door gently. 

Thankfully, Suguru’s still asleep. 

 

The next day starts off similarly to the last. 

Satoru wakes up to Suguru staring at him and then he remarks how pretty he looks in his sleep. 

Their morning is spent with Suguru needily sucking Satoru off repeatedly, swallowing everything he could give him with a grateful hum.

He begs Satoru to stay in bed with him and for them to just skip first period, and then the rest of the school day all together. 

Satoru considers it, as he doesn’t want to leave Suguru feeling “heartbroken” as Shoko put it yesterday. But training with their juniors is important and so is listening to whatever Yaga has to tell them that day. 

So Satoru compromises by giving Suguru a blowjob as well and letting him cum all over his glasses. 

That’s not enough for Suguru though, so Satoru lets him fuck into his mouth again and he sucks him off repeatedly.

They show up to class late but the important thing to Satoru is that they made it there at all. 

His voice gets caught in his throat as he tries to say goodmorning to Shoko. He didn’t realize the strain he’d have on his voice now from letting Suguru abuse his throat twice. 

He keeps his eyes on Suguru all throughout class, as he remembers how angry he got yesterday when he simply looked away from him for a second.

They make googly eyes at each other the entire time, but Yaga and Shoko both understand that Suguru's not acting coherently, and he can't help it. Whereas Satoru knows this, just like they do, and he doesn't want him to feel any signs of rejection.

Suguru jumps on him immediately once class is over. His hands snake under his uniform as he kisses him tenderly.

Satoru shows him the same desperation back as he pins him against the wall and tugs on his hair.

It's slightly embarrassing and strange since PDA’s never been their thing, but it's not like it's hard kissing Suguru. Satoru definitely wouldn't say he's pretending or acting when it comes to how desperately he's grabbing him. It's almost like now he has a free pass from the universe to be as greedy as he wants. The only problem is that he doesn't want to fuel Suguru's addictive behavior so initiating stuff himself is a bad idea.

In between each class there's moaning and grabbing and begging. 

Suguru lets out a pretty sigh into his ear, asking for them to just go back to the dorms already.

And Satoru has to shut him down each time and try to do it as gently as possible, being sure to not hurt his feelings.

He doesn't know how he does it, but he somehow manages to drag Suguru along with him to every class until they reach their lunch period.

Suguru trails closely behind him in the hallway and sighs. 

“Why don't you wanna go back to the dorms with me?” Suguru asks with a pout, “You hate me, don't you?” He sounds utterly depressed.

Satoru cups his face and shakes his head, “No, no, Suguru, of course not. I love you.”

“No you don't.” His eyes trail down to the floor.

“I just wanna show you off to everyone,” he smiles, “Can't do that if we're cooped up in my room all day.”

Suguru's quiet but a small blush slowly creeps onto his face.

“Is that true?”

“Of course it is.” Satoru rubs his cheek softly.

“You've lied to me before,” Suguru says bitterly.

Satoru tries to push past his pettiness.

He laughs lightly, trying to seem completely unfazed.

“Suguru, I'm sorry. I promise I won't ever lie to you again. After lunch I'm all yours, okay?” Suguru perks up slightly at that. “We can go back to the dorms and do whatever you want.”

Suguru finally looks back at him as he purses his lips. “I want to hear your pretty voice screaming my name.”

Satoru holds his face closer to him. “And you will. After lunch, okay?”

Suguru sighs and looks down at the floor again.

“Whatever.”

Satoru holds his hand and leads him down the hallway, softly rolling his eyes at how moody he is. 

The effect that this curse has on Suguru is kind of hilarious.

 

“Can someone please explain to us what’s going on,” Nanami says. 

Satoru’s sitting in Suguru’s lap across from him and Haibara. 

He’s leaving soft kisses along his neck and cheek.

Satoru giggles, “That tickles.”

“This is concerning,” Nanami narrows his eyes, “Geto, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, what’s wrong with you?” Suguru asks, completely unbothered. 

Nanami looks over to Shoko, silently asking for her opinion on all of this. 

She just shrugs and continues eating her food. 

“Did Geto get hit by some type of ‘Love Curse’?” Haibara asks. 

Shoko and Satoru glance at him, slightly surprised that he figured it out. 

Suguru laughs lightly, “You’re funny Haibara.” 

He starts sucking into the side of Satoru’s neck. 

Satoru winces slightly and instinctively pulls away, since everyone is right here. 

“Suguruu.”
“This is weird,” Nanami laments, “Gojo, what happened?”

Satoru looks over to him and laughs nervously. 

“It’s kind of my fault—” A soft sigh leaves his mouth from Suguru’s sucking. 

Nanami shifts in his seat uncomfortably. 

Satoru clears his throat, “I didn’t notice another curse was around and it latched onto him I guess.”
“You guess?” Nanami asks. 

“Mhm,” Satoru smiles, “But it’s really not a big deal. Suguru’s just way more affectionate now. Like way more.”

“Please, don’t elaborate,” Nanami says. 

“Isn’t it bad to talk about it, right in front of him like this?” Haibara nervously asks. 

“Nah,” Satoru waves his hand dismissively, “I don’t think he’s really paying attention anyways.” Satoru glances back at him. “Suguru, darling?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Did you get hit by a love curse?”
Nanami sulks at the straightforwardness of his question. 

Suguru laughs airily, “No, Satoru. I can’t just want to give you attention? It has to be because I’m cursed?”

He catches him off guard with a kiss and Satoru has no choice but to pull closer to him. 

Shoko snickers beside them. 

Haibara laughs quietly along with her as Nanami shakes his head and looks away. 

Suguru’s lips trail down his jaw and back onto his neck. 

His hands start clinging tighter around his waist as his kisses grow sloppier. 

Satoru sighs out softly as his head tilts to the side. 

“I’m extremely uncomfortable right now,” Nanami notes. 

“Don’t be like that, Nanami. It’s funny!” Satoru says. 

“How is this funny?” Nanami questions. 

“Because,” Satoru laughs, “He’s so eager to please me. It’s too easy.”

“And that’s funny because?” Nanami mutters. 

“Let’s play a game, everyone!” Satoru says, ignoring Nanami. “Name all the things you love about Satoru Gojo! Suguru, you first.”

Suguru trails his lips up to his ear but speaks loud enough for everyone at the table to hear him, “Your dick is amazing.”

“Whoooa!” Shoko and Haibara say. 

Nanami looks physically ill. 

Satoru laughs, "Something in the PG variety, Suguru?”

Suguru pouts, “Aw, but that’s no fun.”

Nanami sinks further into his seat. 

 

The days that follow are a nightmarish hell. Well, for Nanami anyway.

He’s sure that Satoru’s having the time of his life, being the greedy bastard that he is. 

And it’d be fine if Nanami, along with everyone else, didn’t have to deal with it. 

Trying to train is kind of impossible when Suguru’s shoving his tongue down Satoru’s throat in front of everyone. 

But them doing stuff in front of them isn’t even the worst part. No, it’s the least of Nanami’s troubles. 

He sits on the bleachers, trying to read a book. 

His heavy eye bags are clear evidence that he hasn’t been sleeping well. 

Shoko walks up from the field below. 

She gives him a tired wave as she climbs the steps up to him. 

“Wow, you look terrible,” she notes as she sits down, “Can’t sleep?” 

Nanami swears he can see the slightest hint of a grin on her face. Like she knows. Like it’s funny. 

“How could you tell?” He asks bitterly. He closes his book and sets it to the side with a groan. “Please tell me they’ve found that curse already.”

“Nope.”

Nanami sighs as he buries his face into his hands. 

“It really hasn’t been that bad,” Shoko says, “They’ve just mainly been in the dorms the last couple of days—”

“I know,” Nanami laments, “Believe me.”

Shoko blocks her mouth in a poor attempt to hide her amused face. 

“It’s like they get louder each day,” he groans.

Shoko laughs lightly, “Well let’s hope they find it soon.”

“Hey! You guys!”

The two turn their heads as quick footsteps approach them. 

Haibara turns the corner with a huge smile on his face. 

“They found it!” He gives a thumbs up. 

“Thank god,” Nanami sighs. 

Shoko snickers, “Okaay, so which one of my juniors is gonna go give them the good news?”

“What?” Nanami’s attention snaps back to her, “There’s no way in hell I’m going over there—”

“Oh, I already texted Gojo,” Haibara says. 

Nanami sits there for a moment in silent relief before turning to give Shoko a look. 

She smiles with a shrug as she takes out a cigarette. 

 

Satoru cracks his knuckles as he looks up at the structure in front of them. 

Jujutsu High’s tracked the curse down to this abandoned warehouse. 

It’s not too big but it does have a lot of floors, which would normally make finding the exact location of the curse difficult. But of course, in this case—

Satoru laughs, “I see it.”

He points to the middle of the building. 

His finger slowly trails to the right, following the curse’s movements. 

Suguru drapes his arms around Satoru’s shoulders and pulls him back into his chest. 

Satoru drops his hand as he smiles back at him. 

He is gonna miss Suguru being so clingy. 

“You really didn’t have to come, Suguru. You can wait right here if you want.”

Suguru pouts, “No, I have to stay close to you.”

Satoru laughs as he blushes slightly. 

Does he think the curse is gonna hurt me or something? Please. 

“Besides, after you beat it up for me I can absorb it.” Suguru tenderly kisses his cheek.

Satoru’s smile falls slightly as his words settle in. 

He remembers Yaga and Shoko warning him about this. 

Don’t let Suguru absorb the curse. Yaga told him. We don’t know what might happen if he does.

“Uhhh,” Satoru drawls out as he laughs, “Why do you wanna absorb it, Suguru? You have plenty of curses.”

“And I’m gonna collect plenty more,” he smiled, “And you seem really interested in this one, so I’ll get it for you.” 

Suguru holds him closer as he sucks into his neck. 

Satoru laughs lightly as he tries to push out of his hold. Suguru’s grip is unrelenting though. 

“Baby, I appreciate it, but I need to exorcise this one. So no absorbing it, okay?”

Suguru hums into his neck like he’s thinking about it. 

“No.” He bites at his skin harshly. 

Satoru lets out a groan and tries to pull away again but Suguru holds him in place. 

“Why’re you being such a brat?” Suguru whispered into his ear, “You don’t have to do any thinking, Satoru. Just stand there and look pretty. That’s what you’re good at” Suguru kisses right under his ear. 

He grabs his hand and starts leading him towards the building. 

“Come on, show me where it is. I’ll absorb it,” he says cheerfully. 

Satoru sulks behind him. 

His grip on his hand is way too tight. And Satoru knows that if Suguru gets to the curse, he won’t waste any time trying to absorb it. 

He can’t do anything to make him listen either, probably. 

So, regrettably, there’s only one other option. 

Satoru activates his Infinity. 

Suguru’s hand bounces off of him and he stumbles forward a little. 

Satoru can’t see his face since he’s standing behind him. But he knows his expression can’t be a nice one. 

Neither of them move, as if they’re frozen in place. 

Satoru tensely waits for Suguru’s reaction. 

He knows it’s gonna be bad. 

Suguru’s shoulders shake slightly as he starts to laugh. 

He turns around slowly to face Satoru. 

He has that strange glint in his eyes again. 

“... Did you just use Infinity on me?” He asks calmly. 

His tone is smooth but Satoru can feel something else festering under the surface. 

And his smile isn’t genuine. 

“Satoru?” His nice tone falters slightly. 

The space behind Suguru opens up as he slowly draws a few curses out. 

“Suguru.” Satoru throws his hands up. “Darling, calm down.”

Suguru’s expression only darkens as they stare at each other. 

Satoru quickly realizes that he isn’t about to calm down and so the best course of action is to probably just kill the curse as soon as possible. 

At least, before Suguru can get to it. 

He teleports to the floor the curse is on. 

They already knew it’s grade is pretty high, due to the residuals they found, but standing on the same floor as it now, it does become extremely clear that this curse is on a higher level than most. 

He didn’t even notice it last time afterall. But that was Suguru’s fault, he’s decided. 

Satoru lifts his hand up to attack it but one of Suguru’s curses crashes through the wall and takes the hit for the curse. 

Cracked off pieces of the building stall around him in midair. 

The curse starts slithering away. 

Satoru can sense Suguru close behind him as he starts running to chase after the curse. 

His cursed energy starts blipping around all of a sudden though and Satoru isn’t sure if the energy he’s feeling is Suguru or his curses’. 

The walls start crumbling around him and Suguru latches onto his back. 

He dispelled his Infinity almost instinctively when he knew it was Suguru. He quickly has to remind himself to keep it all the way up until he kills this curse. 

He reactivates it and Suguru bounces off to the side of him. 

He can sense that the curse is going higher up into the building, but most of the structure is collapsing now. 

Satoru floats up to the staircase as Suguru follows close behind on one of his curses. 

“Why don’t you understand?” Suguru screams up at him. “Why won’t you listen to me? You trust Yaga and Shoko more than me, huh? That’s it, isn’t it?”

Satoru looks back at him as they race through the building. “What? No, of course not.”

Some of Suguru’s curses appear in front of Satoru to slow him down. 

Satoru pushes through them without any trouble and Suguru grumbles next to him. 

“Liar. You keep lying to me!” 

He starts throwing more curses Satoru’s way and he tries to push past them so that he doesn’t have to exorcise them too. 

“But you know I’d never lie to you, right?” Suguru says as he gets closer to him. “I’m doing this for us! No one loves you more than me.”

“Suguru, you’re not listening to me—”

“No, you shut up! You’re not listening to me!” 

They make it to the roof and Suguru jumps off of his curse. 

The one they’re both targeting is flying about in the air above them.  

“I already told you,” Suguru continues, “You never have to think when I’m around. And you like that better anyway. Not thinking. Feeling powerless.” Suguru says with a sly smirk. 

“Ew! Don’t turn this into a sex thing!”

Suguru rolls his eyes, “It’s always a sex thing with you! You're my whore, Satoru.” He takes a step closer to Satoru. “You’d let me do anything I want to you. Any time. In front of anyone.”

“That’s not true.”

Satoru stands his ground. He’s not sure if Suguru’s just saying this to distract him or if his attention is actually on him now and not the curse.

Suguru’s gaze trails down to his lips as he steps even closer to him. 

Satoru doesn’t move away, although he keeps his Infinity up, determined to not let it down again for him. Despite the fact that it’s him. It’s Suguru. 

Fuck. Stay focused.

Suguru’s eyes flicker back up to him. 

He feels a chill run through his entire body. 

He’s standing as close as Satoru will allow with his Infinity on. 

Satoru feels his hold on reality slip as Suguru stares into him. 

Fuck, he’s standing too close. 

“I could fuck you right here and this argument would be over,” Suguru says in a hushed tone. 

He can feel his breath against his nose.

“No it wouldn’t be. Shut up.”

He doesn’t stammer but the words feel clammy and untrue as they come out. 

“Oh yeah?” He whispers. 

Suguru pulls on Satoru’s waist. Infinity drops without even a second thought as he kisses him. 

Suguru’s hold on his waist tightens and his tongue slips into Satoru’s mouth easily. 

The feeling of Suguru’s lips on his is world ending. And the firm grip he has on his waist makes his whole body shudder. 

Suguru’s other hand trails into his hair, pulling him even closer. Their noses brush together as Suguru holds his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Suguru’s too much. He’s too much, but Satoru can’t let him stop him.

He pushes him away harshly. He would simply use Infinity but it’s like his brain is short circuiting. He never has it up around Suguru and now all of a sudden he’s trying to? And he’s trying to while Suguru looks at him like that and speaks to him like that. 

Fuck, he has to focus. 

Suguru cocks his head to the side with a smirk as he steps closer to him again—

“No! Stop!”

“Aw, see? You can’t even keep Infinity up around me. You don’t know how.”

Fuck. He’s not wrong.  

“You’re just that needy for my attention.” Suguru steps closer and runs his fingers along the side of Satoru’s face. 

Satoru closes his eyes and curses himself in his head. 

“Such a dumb little slut,” he whispers, “Just be quiet and let me take care of everything—”

In a final, last ditch effort, Satoru twists his own leg around until it breaks. 

The cracking of his bones rings out around them as he falls to the floor with a groan. 

He lets out a fake scream and holds his leg, feigning discomfort. 

Honestly, he can’t feel a thing. He’s totally fine. But Suguru doesn’t know that. 

“Satoru! Why would you do that?” Suguru stands there, dumbfounded. 

He’s falling for it. It’s working. 

“Draw your curses back!” Satoru shouts. 

“But, Satoru—”

“Suguru, please! Ah—” Satoru hunches over slightly, fully intent on selling his “pain”. 

Suguru’s eyes get caught on the blood soaking Satoru’s pants slightly. 

He sighs lowly as he dispels all his curses. 

He crouches down to Satoru and pulls him onto his lap. 

Satoru groans as he adjusts his back against Suguru’s legs. 

Suguru runs his hand through his hair apprehensively. 

“Baby, why would you do that? Heal yourself already.”

Satoru laughs lightly. Tries to make it sound like he’s fighting back the pain. “It was the only way to get you to stop and listen to me.” He cranes his neck up to look at him. “And if you try to absorb it again, I'll break my other leg too.”

Suguru sighs and shakes his head. “Don't say that. I don't want you to hurt yourself.”

“Then just wait here, please.”

Suguru purses his lips, like he’s thinking about it. 

Satoru’s eyes scan over his face. He studies his expression, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. 

Suguru shakes his head again and looks away from him as he slowly nods. 

“Fine. I'll stay.”

Satoru lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

“Good.” 

Satoru swishes his fingers through the air and his leg pops back into place. 

He stands up from Suguru’s lap. 

Suguru stares up at him with a slightly concerned look. But all his resolve seems to be gone. 

He is going to listen to him now. 

He looks so sad about it as he sits there though. 

Satoru shakes his head. He’ll be back to normal in less than a minute now. 

“I'll be right back.”

He teleports into the sky, directly below where the curse is. 

Suguru remains on the top of the building. He watches intently as Satoru absolutely destroys the curse. His movements are beautiful and mesmerizing and perfectly coordinated. 

Suguru’s mind starts trailing to other places when a sharp pain suddenly swipes across his brain. 

He holds his head as he groans. 

Satoru appears in front of him and lets out a short huff. 

Suguru wobbles on his feet a little. 

Satoru smiles slightly. He wonders if the curse is gone now. It must feel a little disorienting. 

When Suguru looks up at him, Satoru sees something flash over his eyes. It’s subtle, but he can tell that the slight glaze in them is gone. His eyes look normal again. 

“Suguru?” He cups his cheek softly. “You feel okay?”

Suguru just stands there, staring at him vacantly. 

Satoru tilts his head to the side in curiosity. 

Suguru blinks rapidly as his face contorts into an unsure expression. 

A deep blush settles over his cheeks and hides his face in his hands as he lets out small groans. 

Satoru laughs. He must have remembered everything. 

“Aww welcome back, baby.” 

He pulls him into a tight hug and kisses all over the top of his head. 

Suguru continues making small sounds of self pity as he fully comes back down to reality. 

Satoru cups his face again with both hands and starts smothering him in kisses. 

Suguru’s blush doesn’t fade as he lets Satoru hold him and litter kisses everywhere. 

Satoru finally stops and stares at his embarrassed expression. 

He can’t help but laugh again. This was exactly the reaction he was hoping for. 

“So you remember everything then?”

Suguru scoffs, “Of course I remember everything.” He pushes Satoru off of him, “I remember that this is all your fault!”

Satoru stumbles back in surprise. 

“My fault?” He points at himself in confusion.

Suguru glares at him. “I asked if you made sure all the curses were gone, and what did you say?”

Satoru avoids his eyes. 

“You said, ‘yep’ like an idiot,” Suguru waves his hand, angrily. “And now I have to go apologize to everyone at the school because of your careless actions.”

“It's not my fault that I didn't notice it.”

Suguru looks at him like he’s stupid. 

“How is that not your fault?”

Satoru opens his mouth to defend himself but he falters. 

“You're— You're distracting.”

Suguru’s face falls, “I’m distracting?”

“Yeah,” Satoru rubs the back of his neck. 

“Okay, so what, we can't go on missions together anymore because I'm too ‘distracting’?”

Satoru pouts, “No, I didn't say that.”

“Then quit complaining and just admit it.”

Satoru draws out a long sigh, dramatically. 

Suguru raises an eyebrow slightly, waiting for him to say something. 

Satoru looks away from him as he crosses his arms.

“... Suguru, I'm sorry. This was all my fault.”

Suguru rolls his eyes slightly but smiles. “Good.”

“Although, I'm not entirely sorry.”

Suguru sighs.

“I really liked the way you acted,” Satoru quickly defends himself. “When you weren't threatening our friends and being weird… it was, attractive.”

“Satoru,” he shakes his head with a laugh. 

“It was endearing!” Satoru steps closer to him. “I'm sorry for liking that my boyfriend was obsessed with me!”

“I am obsessed with you,” Suguru says as he grabs the collar of his shirt. 

Satoru blushes slightly and almost forgets what he was saying. 

“Well you're doing a bad job of showing it.” He glances to the side. 

Suguru smiles at him softly. “Just because I don't make out with you in public?” His hand trails up to his neck. 

“Someone could make an argument for that, yes.” Satoru says, still looking away. 

Suguru rubs against his cheek softly. “And because I don't lock you in the dorms and have sex with you all day?”

“I can definitely see another argument being made for that too, yes.”

He laughs lightly, “Satoru.”

“What?”

He shakes his head at him, “You know, you're the one acting like you got hit with a love curse now, right?”

Satoru pouts, still looking away, “... That's just because you're not acting needy anymore.”

“So you admit that you're acting needy right now.”

No comment.

Suguru holds his chin tenderly as he forces him to look at him again. 

He smiles lovingly at him. 

Satoru still pouts. He looks away again, stubbornly. 

Suguru kisses him and Satoru’s pout softens into a smile as he wraps his arms around him. 

He feels so warm. Satoru’s happy he’s back. 

“Come on, Satoru.” Suguru leaves one more soft kiss against his lips. “Let's go home. We have some apologizing to do.”

He holds his hand out for Satoru to take it. 

His hand slides into Suguru’s without even a second thought. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he sighs. 

 

Satoru plops down on Suguru’s bed tiredly. 

Suguru kicks his shoes off as Satoru lays there. 

“Today was so draining,” Satoru sighs. 

Suguru laughs a little, “How do you think I feel?”

Satoru reaches over for the remote and turns on the tv. 

Suguru continues undressing and Satoru’s eyes trail over to him. 

Suguru looks up and catches him staring. 

He smiles softly at him, “I’m gonna take a shower. I feel gross.”

Satoru hums in response as he stares at his abs. 

“Do you want some company?” he asks slyly. 

Suguru laughs, “No.” 

He grabs the towels he has hanging off the back of his door. 

Satoru's eyes follow him as he moves around the room. 

“Haven’t you gotten tired of me after how clingy I’ve been these past few days?” Suguru says with a laugh. 

Satoru’s head tilts to the side in confusion. 

“I could never get tired of you.”

Suguru’s eyes lock on his and they stare into each other. 

A soft quiet falls over them. 

Satoru gets lost in Suguru’s fond expression. The curve of his eyebrows. The slant of his lips. 

He feels himself beginning to blush as they just quietly stare at each other. 

Suguru smiles as he shakes his head. 

He looks away first as he walks over to the bathroom. 

“I’m gonna wash my hair too so I might be a while.”

Satoru rests his head against the bed as Suguru disappears into the other room. 

“Take your time,” he calls after him. “I’ll be here.”

Satoru can hear the shower turn on as he lays there in Suguru’s bed.  

He yawns as he stretches his arms out. 

He lazily searches through the tv for something to watch or to just turn his brain off to while he waits for Suguru to come back. 

His mind wanders to Suguru’s smile and soft laughter as he looks for a show. 

He thinks back on how he first kissed him on the train and how excited it made him that he was acting bolder. 

He thinks about being locked away with him for days and how good it felt just letting Suguru do whatever he wanted. How good it felt just laying there and taking everything he gave him. 

Just how giving he was.  

How needy Suguru was for him. How crazy about him he was acting. 

He thinks about it and he thinks about now. How Suguru’s back to normal. 

He smiles softly to himself.

He couldn’t be happier that Suguru’s back. 

It may be true that the past few days were fun, but Satoru prefers things like this. 

Suguru was acting completely obsessed with him. He’s happy that he’s giving himself some attention now. 

He wouldn’t even allow himself to leave a room without Satoru. 

He would love Suguru no matter what. In any way, shape, or form, but he’d pick the real them over some love cursed induced version any day. 

 

Satoru smiles widely as Suguru walks back into the room. 

He has a towel around his waist and he’s using another to lightly dry his hair. 

He smells good. 

Satoru can see the water running down his body slightly. He stares at his chest as it rises and falls along with his breathing. 

Satoru moves to the edge of the bed and looks up at Suguru with a love sick smile. 

“Hi,” Satoru says happily. 

Suguru laughs lightly as he cups his cheek, “Hi.”

Satoru immediately leans into his touch. 

“I missed you,” he whispers against his palm.  

Satoru kisses his hand softly.

Suguru watches his gentle expression as he licks softly at his hand. 

“You look so tired, baby.”

Satoru hums into his palm. 

Suguru pulls his face up softly. He can’t stand another second not kissing him. 

Their lips move perfectly against each other. Like they were made for it. 

Satoru thinks that they were. That he and Suguru are destined to be together like this, kissing in his room forever. 

“Why didn’t you sleep, baby?” Suguru leaves one more small kiss on Satoru’s lips. 

He rubs against his cheek again. Satoru nuzzles into his hand. 

“I was waiting for you,” Satoru says as he closes his eyes. “I missed you.”

Suguru smiles stupidly. Satoru’s so cute. 

“You’re adorable, Satoru.”

He runs his thumb along his bottom lip. 

Satoru’s mouth opens slightly, almost on instinct. 

He licks against his thumb gently. Opens his eyes and stares up at him. 

He bites meekly at his skin. Pulls him further into his mouth. 

He sucks on his thumb gently, running his tongue along its length. 

Suguru can’t take his eyes away from him. 

The towel around his waist begins to loosen. 

Satoru gently pulls it off. 

It thuds quietly onto the floor. 

Satoru follows suit as he gets on his knees with Suguru’s thumb still in his mouth. 

Kneeling to Suguru is something that’s become second nature. 

Just one look into his eyes and he wants to fall to his knees for him. 

“Please,” he says around his thumb. 

Suguru takes it out of his mouth. He just stares down at Satoru as he looks up at him with this pleading expression. With this slight desperation in his eyes. 

“Please.”

Suguru runs his hand along his face. Satoru’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment and then he’s staring up at him again. Waiting. 

“You ask so nicely.”

Satoru smiles softly, “Wanna be good for you.” He rubs into his palm. “Please.”

“You never have to ask, baby.”

Satoru’s mouth reaches out for Suguru. He licks softly at the tip of his dick. Suguru shudders slightly from how gentle he’s being. 

He kisses and sucks at the head. He brings his hand up and holds firmly around the shaft. 

His tongue trails around him in small circles. 

Suguru breathes out shakily. His hand travels up into Satoru’s hair and he pulls on him softly. Bringing him more forward. 

He’s being so gentle. He’s going so slowly like he’s savoring him. 

And the truth is, Satoru is savoring him. The way he twitches when he kisses him. The way his fingers curl in his hair. 

Somehow it feels like he hasn’t seen Suguru in days. Even though he has. 

He doesn’t want to take a moment with him for granted. 

“Want you to cum in my mouth,” Satoru slurs. “Need you to. Want to taste you.”
He closes his mouth around the tip. He brings his head further down as he finally starts sucking Suguru like he needs him.

His lips are so plump and soft and Suguru can feel them slightly twitching as he begins bobbing his head. 

His legs start to get shaky as he holds onto Satoru tighter. 

He groans against his cock. Takes him further back in his mouth. 

Satoru notes the slight strain on his jaw as he takes him deeper. His eyes roll back to the sensation. 

Saliva starts dripping down his chin. 

Suguru catches it with his fingers. 

He runs his hand along Satoru’s cheek. Smearing it in there. 

“You’re so messy, Satoru.”

Suguru sounds breathy. 

His moans sound broken. 

Satoru likes that he can break Suguru from just this alone. 

Likes the feeling of his cock against his tongue. 

How hard he gets. How he can feel him twitching in his throat. How he can’t tell if it’s actually him twitching or Suguru. 

Satoru palms at his erection in his pants as he bobs his head faster. 

Suguru stumbles forward a little. He holds onto Satoru’s head for support. 

He smiles around his cock as he sucks harder. Feeling smug about how good he makes him feel. 

“Fuck, baby,” Suguru moans. 

Satoru looks up at him. He can see the exact moment that Suguru’s breath hitches. He has to clasp his hand over his mouth to keep quiet. 

Satoru feels a sense of pride about that too. 

He can’t hide the absolute delight in his eyes. 

Suguru’s hold on his hair tightens. He pulls him forward and backwards over and over.

Satoru lets himself be pulled around by him. 

He likes the rhythm Suguru begins to set. 

His throat feels so full. He feels like he could choke. He wants to. He wants to choke for Suguru. Wants Suguru to make him be unable to breathe. 

He stares up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he gets the message. Hoping he goes faster. 

Suguru can do whatever he wants to him. He wants to be used by him. He needs it. 

“You’re so pretty like this, Satoru,” Suguru breathes out. 

Satoru’s mind melts at the way he says it. At the way his tone softens on Satoru. 

He rubs against himself in his pants again. He can’t help it. He hopes Suguru doesn’t notice and he hopes he does at the same time. 

Doesn’t know if he wants to be embarrassed by him or not. 

His brain is overflowing with how hard he’s getting in his mouth. With the sweet taste of him leaking against his tongue. Fuck, nothing tastes better than Suguru’s cum. He’s drunk on his taste, drunk on Suguru. He needs it. Wants it. Wants everything Suguru will give him. 

He fucks into his mouth faster, like he can tell that’s what Satoru needs. Or maybe it’s what Suguru needs. Maybe he’s as broken for Satoru as he is for him. 

Satoru knows he is. His eyes roll back at the thought. That he wants him— Needs him too. And just as badly. 

Suguru takes his hand back from over his mouth. He tugs at the side of Satoru’s hair. He pulls him onto him faster. Rougher. 

His breathing is getting so shaky. Satoru’s eyes get stuck on his chest going up, down, up, down. 

He thinks he forgets how to breathe for a moment. He has to quickly remember before he starts to choke. 

Saliva’s dripping onto his lips.

Satoru wonders if he looks pretty like this. He wants to see Suguru fucking him from every angle. In every possible position. 

His body tingles at the thought. 

His cock is begging for more friction. 

He wonders if he could cum in his pants like this. 

“Are you touching yourself, Satoru?” Suguru asks sweetly. 

Satoru feels like he might cum just from that. 

He mumbles incomprehensibly on Suguru’s dick. Trying to say yes, I need you.

“Aw, baby— Fuck.”

Suguru's hands in his hair get shaky. 

He pulls Satoru down harder. Harsher. 

Satoru lives for the way he gets extra rough right before he cums. 

His body shakes violently as he holds Satoru tightly in place. 

Satoru’s throat bobs as his cum spills out into him. 

His eyes begin to water as he closes them. He can feel a tear rolling down his cheek as he swallows. 

Suguru’s shallow breathing is above him. Overpowering any other sounds. Even his own whimpering. 

He tries his best to swallow everything. Desperately tells himself he needs to swallow everything. 

Suguru’s hands leave his hair though as he gently pulls himself out of Satoru.

Satoru leaves his mouth hanging open for him. 

Barely opens his eyes to see Suguru’s ruined expression. 

He taps his cock against Satoru’s tongue. He spreads the remaining cum around his mouth. 

Satoru sucks at the head possessively. Rubs his lips against him. Smearing the cum all over his face. 

And Suguru’s breathing picks up. 

He tugs at Satoru’s hair again. 

He moans as his eyes trail back. 

That only causes Suguru to tug harder and Satoru whines. 

“You’re too loud, baby, fuck.”

“Don’t mean to be,” Satoru says against him. He licks at the head. Kisses him hungrily. “I like being loud. Want you to hear me.”

“Oh I can hear you just fine, baby.” Suguru rubs at the side of his head. 

Satoru melts into his touch, moaning dreamily. 

“Get up,” Suguru says softly. 

Satoru listens. He lets Suguru help him to his feet. Although he’s not standing for long as Suguru pushes him down onto the bed. 

Their lips attach instantly. 

Satoru moans loudly into his mouth. 

Suguru’s tongue swallows the sound. 

He rubs firmly at Satoru’s erection. His back arches slightly. 

“Sen— Sensitive.”

Suguru kisses the corner of his mouth as he continues to rub him through his pants. 

“Su— Suguru.”

“You’re so hard,” he says into his ear, completely ignoring him. 

Suguru’s lips are on his again like they never left. Satoru kisses him back sloppily, trying not to moan. 

His body feels tingly all over. He curls further into Suguru’s touch as his fingers press against him too firmly. 

The friction is tantalizing but he wants to feel his bare skin. He can’t stand the teasing. 

“Suguru, please, I’m gonna—”

“It’s okay, baby,” Suguru says against his lips, “You can cum for me like this, yeah?”

He trails his kissing down to his neck. 

Satoru’s head cranes back with a moan, offering him easy access. 

He feels dizzy from the question. From his lips and from his hands. 

He bites his lip so he doesn’t scream. 

Suguru licks along the side of his neck, biting gently under his jaw. 

Satoru’s body twitches. His breathing starts to feel uneasy. 

He pulls closer to him. 

He wants more of him. 

More biting. More kissing. More touching. More attention. 

More Suguru. Suguru, Suguru, Suguru. 

His legs suddenly start to shake as he feels himself reaching his orgasm.

“Baby— Baby, fuck,” Satoru slurs out. 

He can’t hold his voice back as he shakes in Suguru’s hold. 

Suguru kisses him, probably trying to muffle the sound. 

Satoru still has the taste of Suguru’s cum in his mouth. It’s all he can think about as he comes down from his orgasm. 

Suguru licks against his bottom lip. He bites at it ever so softly. Satoru bites back, definitely not as soft. 

Suguru catches his lips again in a harsh kiss. 

They stay tangled up together in bed as their kiss deepens. 

Satoru grabs at Suguru’s body. His neck, his arms, his back. Anywhere he can feel. 

Suguru pulls at Satoru’s clothes. Finally. He’s practically trying to tear them off. 

Satoru pushes him further into the bed. His mind is growing hazy. Too much of a Suguru driven blur. His clothes are on and then they’re off. 

They’re kissing and then they’re biting at each other’s skin. 

They’re laying down and suddenly Satoru is hanging over Suguru, now on top. 

He straddles him. Unsure as to when his clothes came off and if he even cares. He doesn’t. 

He pulls Suguru’s face into his. 

He kisses him like he’s drowning. Like he’ll never kiss him again after this. 

Suguru’s arms wrap around his waist. Holding him steady. 

His hands grip into his sides. Satoru hopes it bruises there. He’s sure by the end of the night they will. 

He pushes Suguru’s face back into the pillow. And he stares up at him with this reverent expression. Like he can’t believe what he’s looking at. Like Satoru’s just that beautiful or something. Like he’s awe-struck. 

“I love you,” Suguru says. And it's the best feeling in the world. 

Satoru can feel it in his hands. At the tips of his fingers. 

It’s electrifying. He feels like he’s the God everyone always pictured he was. 

“I love you, Suguru.” He cups his cheek softly. Suguru’s eyes never leave him. He doesn’t even blink. “I love you so much.” 

Suguru smiles deeply at him. 

Satoru never wants to go a day without seeing that smile. 

He didn’t smile like this when the curse was over him. 

“I’m so happy you’re back,” Satoru says tenderly. 

He reaches over to his drawer for the lube. 

Suguru holds his hips as he does so. He rubs small circles into his skin. 

Satoru can’t help but smile at the feeling. 

He squeezes the lube into his hand. He settles back into Suguru’s lap and starts spreading some over his length. 

Suguru shudders slightly as he stares up at him. He lets out a cute almost choking noise. 

Satoru smiles smugly at him. 

“Shut up.”
Satoru laughs lightly as he rubs over his asshole. 

He sighs dreamily as he tosses the lube to the side of them. 

He angles himself over Suguru but feels his hands on his waist, stopping him. 

“Baby, you don’t want me to finger you first?” Suguru asks sweetly, with slight concern.

Satoru tries not to laugh at him again, “Darling, I’ve been pretty stretched out by you all week.”

Suguru blushes slightly, embarrassed. 

“You said you remember everything.”

“I do.”

Satoru’s smile only grows. 

So does Suguru’s blush. 

Satoru goes back to angling himself correctly. 

He holds Suguru’s cock in place as he brings himself down slowly. 

He feels the tip press right against his rim. 

“You’re cute,” he says softly. 

Suguru glares at him, but without any real spite behind it. “I’ll be knocking that smile off your face in a second, don't worry.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure you will,” Satoru says sarcastically. He lets out a moan meant to mock Suguru, “Ah, Suguru, you’re sooo big. You’re sooo good—”

Suguru pulls his hips down harshly as he makes Satoru take all of him in one fluid motion. 

Satoru doesn’t even recognize the sound that leaves his mouth.

It was a strangled, embarrassing, high-pitched sound. 

Suguru stares into him, unbothered. His grip on his waist tightens and he lifts Satoru up slightly. 

A similarly embarrassing sound comes out. 

He blocks his mouth with his hand. 

“Shut up,” Suguru says. 

He trails his hands up along Satoru’s back. He holds him tenderly there and pulls him forward towards his chest. 

Satoru shakes slightly at the movement, at the slight change of the angle. 

He stares into Suguru feeling blissfully helpless as their lips come close together. 

“Just shut up and let me fuck you.”

Satoru whines against his lips as they kiss. 

His legs feel shaky and his hole feels full. Full in the way that only Suguru can make him feel full. 

Suguru holds Satoru’s waist in place. Pushing him and pulling him up and down slowly, carefully. 

Too sudden from how he pushed him down.

But it’s perfect. 

It’s everything. 

Satoru whines out loudly into his mouth. 

His eyes slowly reaching the back of his head, he scratches at Suguru’s back, trying to ground himself. 

Suguru bites his lip in retaliation but Satoru feels too full to bite back. 

His body feels too tingly and Suguru is holding him too softly. Too tightly and securely. 

He doesn’t ever want Suguru to let go. Doesn’t ever want him to not be fucking him. Making love to him. 

He needs it. 

He wants it so desperately. 

“Please,” Satoru slurs into their kiss, “Go faster.”

Suguru smiled against his lips. “I thought it wasn’t all that.”

“I lied,” Satoru says shakily. Too easily. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Your cock, ah— Suguru.” He can’t get the words out. 

Suguru’s lips are on his again. He licks into his mouth and Satoru’s tongue messily reciprocates against him. 

He begins bucking up into him. 

His grip on his waist only tightens and he’s holding him so harshly. Suguru’s trapped Satoru in a rhythm of bouncing and thrusting that’s leaving his mind feeling muddled.

It feels like his brain’s melting out of his ears. He can hardly think anything at all. Just that he wants more. More, more, more. 

“Touch me,” Satoru begs, “Please, please, please.”

Their lips move sloppily against each other as Suguru’s fingers trail over Satoru’s cock. 

He practically yelps as his head’s thrown back. 

Suguru bites at his neck and Satoru purses his lips to stay quiet. 

Suguru strokes around his cock in tandem with his thrusting and it’s so much yet not enough at the same time. 

Satoru arches back as he starts rocking his hips on his own. 

Suguru holds him down in place but it’s easier to break free of his pace now that his other hand is around his cock. 

Satoru’s movements are fast and needy as he moans out loudly. 

Suguru’s hold on his cock grows harsher. A warning to be quiet. 

And Satoru tries. He tries to be. But then he looks down at Suguru under him. 

He looks down at Suguru, already staring up at him. The absolute desire pooling in his eyes. The want. The need. The everything. 

He can see everything in Suguru’s eyes. His eyes are the prettiest thing in the world. 

“You’re so pretty,” Satoru sputters out. He feels delirious. Drunk even.

He leans further down, bringing their faces close again. Not being able to bear being too far away from his lips even if just by a few breaths. 

Satoru’s lips cascade into Suguru’s and his whole body shudders. His heartbeat feels heavier. 

His eyes feel watery. 

Fuck. He’s so overwhelmed. 

Suguru’s inside of him. Inside of him.

He’s underneath him. Taking it, taking everything Satoru has to give him. Indulging him like he always does, without question or failure. His lips are against his own. His lips, Suguru’s lips, his tongue. Fuck, his tongue pushing against him. His hand. Yes, his hand, stroking him so perfectly. Spreading his fluids along his length. 

His chest, with his heart beating so rapidly under him. 

His cock inside of him. Somehow growing harder, hitting his prostate. All the right spots. Spreading him open. Stretching him wide. 

Suguru, Suguru, Suguru. 

He’s too much, too overwhelming. 

Satoru thinks he’s gonna pass out. He doesn’t know if he’s about to cum or cry or both. 

Suguru’s lips trail up to his ear. Kissing and licking all the way up as he goes. 

“Satoru,” he purrs, “Oh, baby, you’re so perfect. You feel so good, fuck.”

Suguru sounds just as fucked out as Satoru feels. 

Satoru clings to Suguru’s hair as he thrusts into him faster. 

“Suguru, fuuuck. I can’t think— I can’t,” he chokes on his own moans. 

Suguru’s hand trails along Satoru’s spine. 

Satoru’s body quivers from the faint touch. 

He leaks more into Suguru’s hand. Feels high off of it. Needs more of it. 

“Touch me, make love to me.”

“Baby,” Suguru says right into his ear, “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
Satoru whimpers in response. Can’t even fully comprehend what Suguru’s saying, just what he sounds like. And he sounds broken. Divine. His. All his. 

“You’re mine,” Satoru sobs into his hair, “You’re all mine.”

Suguru’s stroking against him grows almost frantic and his thrusts border on painful but Satoru can take it. He can take anything for Suguru. He can be good.

“Yours,” Suguru breathes, “Yours, baby.”

Satoru feels lightheaded as he rocks his hips faster. 

His body spasms uncontrollably as Suguru strokes along his length. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he moans loudly. Suguru doesn’t do anything to quiet him down. Too wrapped up in his own pleasure. In Satoru. 

He can’t stop himself from shaking as his cum spills out around Suguru’s fingers. 

“Fuck, you make me cum so hard, Suguru.”

“Satoru,” he moans. 

He continues stroking him. Overstimulating him. Satoru tries to pull away but his body is too weak. He can’t stop moving his hips and even then he’s barely moving at all. 

Suguru’s body curls up into him as he thrusts into him faster. 

Satoru leans into his touch, he can’t help it. 

“Fuck, Satoru, I’m—”

“Yes, please, cum inside me, please.”

Suguru’s thrusts abruptly stop as he groans into Satoru’s shoulder. 

Satoru’s eyes roll back as he feels his cum fill up inside him. 

Suguru pulls him closer as he shudders against him. 

Satoru feels like he’s floating. He can barely breathe. All he can feel is Suguru’s body close against him. 

He feels so warm. 

He wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

Suguru does the same to him. 

He feels him twitch inside him. Feels his cum slowly leaking out of him. 

The world feels still and silent, minus their shallow breathing. 

Satoru tries to speak but just swallows instead. 

His legs feel shaky as Suguru starts rubbing his hands around his back again. 

He trails a finger along his spine and Satoru shivers slightly, letting out a whine. 

“Suguru—”

“Shh, I’ve got you.” Suguru speaks softly into his shoulder. 

He holds him tightly as his body shakes from his orgasm. 

Satoru bites on his lip so he doesn’t moan too loudly again. 

Suguru lays further back into the bed and Satoru follows him. 

He lays against his chest and groans a little. He can still feel Suguru deep inside of him. 

He doesn’t ever want him to leave. 

“Baby,” Suguru says faintly. 

“Mm?” Satoru rubs his head into his chest. 

“You were too loud.”

Satoru smiles. He tries to hold back a laugh. 

“Yeah? So?”

Suguru sighs, “I didn’t want to have to apologize to the others again tomorrow.”

He’s trying to scold him but there’s no remorse in his tone. He sounds perfectly content. 

“I love you.”

Suguru sighs again, “Satoru.”

“What? It’s not my fault you fuck me so good.”

Suguru sighs deeper this time. 

“What?” Satoru says with a laugh.

“I can’t stand you.” Suguru rubs along his spine again. Satoru tries not to move into his touch. He can't help it that he does. “Is it amazing or not? Make up your mind.”
Satoru can hear the smile in his voice. 

“That answer depends entirely on what I want at the moment.”

“You mean whether you want to be a brat or be good?”

“Whether I want you to be nice or shut me up, yes.”

Suguru shakes his head. 

Satoru looks up at him and their eyes immediately meet. 

He notices the way they soften when they stare into him. 

“I’m so happy you’re back.”

Suguru smiles at him, “You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.” Satoru rubs into his chest again. “I’m so happy.”

Suguru holds him closer. 

“Do you want me to pull out?”
“Uh uh,” Satoru shakes his head. 

Suguru laughs and kisses the top of his head. 

“Okay, weirdo.”

“It’s not weird.”

“Okay, Satoru.”

Satoru rolls his eyes but smiles, feeling content on top of Suguru and wrapped up in his hold. 

 

Satoru’s fingers brushed against Suguru’s on the seats of the train. 

He drew his hand back as he looked to the side. 

He supposed they were back to normal now. Back to the zero PDA and back to the “common public decency" of before. 

But it wasn’t a big deal. He could handle it. 

“Hey,” Suguru said softly. 

Satoru turned his head to look at him. “Wha—”

Suguru’s lips brushed against his softly. It was faint. Quick. If he had blinked he would have missed it. 

Suguru’s lips were off of him as suddenly as they were on him.

Satoru stared into him, surprised. Incredibly surprised. 

Suguru smiled that gentle smile. That smile that he saves only for Satoru. 

His fingers brushed over Satoru’s and he held his hand tightly. 

Satoru couldn’t stop staring at him, feeling completely taken aback. 

“I am crazy about you, you know,” he whispered. 

Satoru blinked at him a few times. He felt like he was dreaming. Being with Suguru feels so perfect, he often wonders if it’s even real. 

“Yeah, I know.” He looks down at their fingers together. He can’t help but smile at seeing them intertwined. “You don’t have to actually kiss me on the train to prove it.”

They go under a bridge and the train becomes dark for a moment. 

Satoru feels Suguru’s lips on his again. 

They’re gone once they pass under the bridge. 

As soft and faint as before. 

“I’m not proving anything.” Suguru squeezes his hand tenderly. “I want to.” 

Satoru can’t push his goofy smile down. 

He almost feels as flustered as he did when he kissed him on the train before, even though that time and this time feel entirely different. 

Suguru’s hand relaxes in his. 

Satoru holds him tighter. 

“Ahem.” Someone clears their throat. 

Satoru and Suguru turn their heads quickly to the seats in front of them. 

Nanami and Haibara are staring right at them. 

“Oh, Nanami,” Satoru smiles, “I totally forgot you guys were here.”

“Yeah, I know,” Nanami remarks, annoyed. 

Suguru laughs casually, “You two didn’t see that, okay?”
Haibara shakes his head, “Nope, didn’t see anything.”

“And definitely didn’t hear anything again last night,” Nanami mutters. 

Suguru gives Satoru a sideways glance. 

“What?” he laughs. 

The train drums under them as Suguru sighs. 

Satoru throws his head back, laughing, and Suguru can’t help but hold on tighter to his hand. 

Notes:

thanks to da girlfriend for helping meee

i hope you enjoyeddd

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of miscellaneous