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For Satoru, starting University was like a palete-cleanser. He wasn't used to so many people just minding their own business, and it kind of threw him at first. He was used to the amount of gossip that circulated in High School. Don't get him wrong, there is gossip, just at an exceedingly smaller degree. In High School, he was used to the amount of girls that whispered about him to each other — about how bizarrely handsome he was, about how they'd like to date or get in bed with him. It was exhilarating.
Though he was going to University in his home city, he still enjoyed being away from his parents, who urged him constantly to not be shy with looking for a girl to settle down with while he kept up with his studies, so that he could carry on the clan name. He was too busy experimenting these days.
He never thought too hard about his sexuality throughout the first eighteen years of his life, because girls just came easy. They were easy to look at, easy to take on dates, and easy to hold up when he fucked them. Then, in his first year of University, he found his own eyes wandering, catching on the arms of men, chests, crotches, and faces. Sure, they were different to women, but almost entirely the same to Satoru. He found that a lot of the girls he had sex with would chat freely about it to their friends and it was circulate for a short period of time before dying out, and most of the guys he had sex with wanted it to stay a secret. He couldn't blame them. Most guys weren't really out.
Then, in the first semester of his second year, he spotted Suguru, and all his lines were suddenly blurred. They had a class together, right before a big gap in Satoru's classes, and Satoru couldn't keep his eyes off him. The first thing Satoru's had thought when he'd seen him was, Are you a boy or a girl? Sururu had the sweetest, prettiest androgynous face, the longest hair down his back, little to no trace of facial hair, and a round ass and hips that Satoru couldn't miss if he tried. He was so bold in the way that he dressed in a way that other's weren't, with piercings and painted nails, and Satoru became fascinated with him to no end.
When Satoru had first spoken to him, after watching him endlessly for a month, he spotted him in the study hall, hunched over a notebook and scribbling the neatest of notes down with his cute bangs hanging in his face. Satoru had sat across from the otherwise empty table he was at wordlessly and drummed his fingers on the wood to hopefully get Suguru's attention and even possibly annoy him so that Suguru wouldn't forget him. Suguru's pen had stopped once he couldn't take the nuisance anymore and he'd looked up at Satoru slowly through his bangs, his foxy eyes lighting a fire across Satoru's skin. Satoru wanted his attention all the time.
"Can I help you?" He'd said, and Satoru decided then that Suguru had to be a boy. His voice was deep enough to be one, but soft with his teeth slightly clenched like he was trying not to be too rude.
"You're in my Criminology class," Satoru said, and Suguru looked away like he was thinking. Satoru saw the way it clicked on his face as he sat back in his chair.
Flat chest, Satoru thought. Boy indicator number two.
"No one could forget your white hair and blue eyes," Surugu commented as he glanced up at Satoru's hair. Satoru suddenly felt like he needed a haircut. Why hadn't he gotten one before he talked to this cute guy?
"It's a family thing," Satoru said, scratching the back of his neck and feeling his too-grown out undercut. "What's your major?"
"Forensic Criminology." Suguru said simply, and Satoru could hear the way his foot began to tap impatiently beneath the table they were both sitting at.
"That makes sense why we're in the same class then. I'm doing Criminology, too. I'm just focusing on Substance abuse."
"Have you seen me at a party and come over here to psychoanalyze me, or something?" Suguru asked, his thin eyebrows raising unamusedly.
"No, I just came over to ask for your number. I wanted to see if you wanted to hook up with me." Might as well cut to the chase. Suguru was already becoming impatient with him, if his rapidly tapping foot was any indication.
Suguru didn't say anything for a long moment before he sighed softly, "Does that work on anyone?"
"People usually come up to me, but I'm pretty good, so no one's ever disappointed," Satoru said, tilting his head to the side. "Will it help if I tell you that I think you're pretty?"
Hook.
Suguru just stared at him for a second, a little smile playing on his lips.
"I'm not really used to asking others, but for you, I'll beg."
Line.
Suguru finally smiled with his teeth, a little amused laugh escaping him, and Satoru thought his hair might stand straight up on his head at the sound.
"Alright, then." Suguru said, finally, holding his hand out for Satoru's phone.
Sinker.
When Suguru had finally texted him back, three whole days later, with his dorm building and number, Satoru nearly leapt out of his skin and into some comfortable clothes to skip all the way to Suguru's dorm. Suguru was in a single dorm, and Satoru knocked on his door a little harder than he probably should have. When Suguru had opened the door, looking so sweet in his baggy shirt and sweatpants, with his hair in a bun, Satoru nearly jumped on him before Suguru stopped him with a hand on his chest before he could cross the threshold.
"I should've told you this over text before you came over, but it didn't cross my mind until after," He said, and Satoru thought he'd suddenly changed his mind, deflating visibly and setting back on his heels where he'd hopped all the way over on the balls of his feet. "I'm trans. If you don't like that, I'm not sorry for it."
Satoru thought he was just so cute, and discovering that that was the only thing Suguru had to tell him had him vibrating with excitement again.
"Okay." Was all he said, and Suguru laughed softly before he grabbed Satoru by the front of his hoodie and tugged him inside, slamming the door behind him.
Satoru had discovered as he slid his hands up Suguru's jumper, that he had breasts, and as he took his sweatpants off, it was revealed to Satoru that he indeed had a vagina. After eating him out greedily for what felt like hours with Suguru's hands tugging at the strands of his newly trimmed hair, he'd finally pulled his cock out to put it in him, and Suguru had stopped him, informing him that he only did anal. Satoru was a little confused, but stretched him out on his fingers to fuck him anyway.
They began to have sex regularly and Satoru didn't really question it the first few times, until curiosity eventually got the best of him. He couldn't help but want to know what Suguru's conditions were and what he would have to do to get to feel that cunt around him.
"I'm saving myself for my boyfriend." Suguru had simply said.
Satoru couldn't really wrap his head around the fact that Suguru had never had a boyfriend before, and had only casually slept around with guys, same with him. He was so lovable, and pretty, and sweet when he wanted to be — Satoru found himself following him around like a lost puppy, wanting to stay late after they'd already had sex just to lay next to him and lick the sweat from his body, or even stay the night. He started to think of Suguru as sort of his best friend, and if Suguru let him, he would hang out with him outside of just having sex. Sometimes they would get lunch, or hang out in either of their dorms, and Satoru had even invited himself to sit beside Suguru in their shared class, hanging off of him and resisting the urge to kiss the soft skin of his temple behind his bang slipping from his ponytail.
Eventually Satoru guessed that Suguru just got used to his clinginess, because he only ever pushed Satoru away when he said something stupid, and he never denied that Satoru come sit in his dorm, even if he was busy studying. Satoru would watch him for hours, sucking on a lollipop and playing his Nintendo to keep himself occupied until he heard Suguru's books closing — then, he'd pounce and get his mouth all over Suguru, maybe even get his cock in Suguru's mouth before he bent him over the nearest surface to open him on his fingers and push past the loosened ring of muscle with his tip slowly, listening to the way Suguru gasped his name.
Right before the semester of Satoru's second year ended, Suguru began to pack his things from his dorm and Satoru discovered more and more belongings put away every time he'd come over.
"Why don't you just stay during the break?" Satoru pouted softly, because he didn't want Suguru to go home and not be able to see him.
"Because it costs extra and I'm on a scholarship. I don't have the money," Suguru said simply.
"Your parents don't?" Satoru asked, and Suguru gave him a look.
"Everyone's parents don't pay their tuition like yours, Satoru. You're so spoiled,"
Satoru just rolled his eyes, reaching out and making grabby hands to Suguru, beckoning him over. Suguru obliged and straddled his lap where he leaned against the wall his bed was against, resting his hands on Satoru's shoulders. Satoru settled his hands on his hips, and Suguru watched him soundly, and Satoru knew that his scolding was light-hearted and near-empty, as they always were. He often called Satoru a spoiled brat — but Satoru wouldn't let it deter him, mostly because he knew that Suguru barely meant it maliciously, and he was also free to buy Suguru whatever he felt necessary.
"I'll pay for it. I know you don't want to go all the way home," Satoru said, sliding his hands beneath Suguru's big tee shirt to feel the skin of his hips.
"Why on earth would you do that, Satoru?" Suguru asked, his brows furrowing and his lips pouting like he thought Satoru was joking.
"Because I don't want to be away from you for the break." Satoru had said simply, and Suguru's face went devoid of emotion as he stared at Satoru for a long while.
"Alright."
So, Suguru had stayed in his dorm.
Satoru thought that keeping Suguru so close with no school work would mean that he saw him just as often, if not more — but it was as if Suguru had pulled back, only answering his texts every so often, and sometimes being vacant from his dorm when Satoru showed up unannounced. Mid way through the break, Satoru caught Suguru at his dorm when he knew he would be settling down to go to bed. After a bit of knocking, keeping his mouth closed so that Suguru wouldn't ignore him, Suguru opened the door looking so sleepy and sweet with his hair still wet after his shower.
"I've been trying to get up with you. Don't you miss me?" Satoru asked as Suguru stepped aside to let him in wordlessly.
"I've been a little busy lately," Suguru commented softly, his hair wetting his shirt a little.
"The new semester hasn't started yet, what could you be busy with? Isn't winter break for relaxing?" Satoru settled his hands on Suguru's hips, leaning down to kiss his cheek softly, feeling the way Suguru's hands came up to hold onto his biceps.
"I've just been getting out a little more. I've been so cooped up inside with my finals recently," He murmured before Satoru kissed down his neck, smelling the shampoo he uses and reaching around to grab softly at his ass in both hands.
"Partying without me?" Satoru asked, leaning back up to kiss across Suguru's jaw, hearing the way Suguru sighed softly at the feel of his lips, tipping his head back a little to encourage Satoru farther. Suguru didn't seem upset with him.
"I partied without you before we met, Satoru," He breathed softly, his arms coming up to wrap around Satoru's neck. "You wouldn't care for the people I party with."
"How do you know that?" Satoru asked as he pulled back to look at Suguru, the dazed look in his eyes at just a few kisses to his skin and some petting. Who else could make him feel like this?
"Are you partying with goths often, Satoru?" Suguru asked jokingly, his hand scratching at Satoru's undercut subconsciously.
"Every day, actually," He joked, and Suguru giggled softly, leaning in to press his face to Satoru's neck. "Let me help you relax, baby."
He grabbed under Suguru's thighs to lift him and carry him to his bed, laying him down gently. He got between his thighs to lean over him and kiss his neck again, listening to the soft sounds he let out before he began to push softly at Satoru's shoulder.
"Mm, Satoru. I just showered and washed my hair. I don't want to get sweaty and messy, again," He whined softly, but Satoru just shushed him, reaching down to rub softly over his pussy through his sweatpants.
"We can shower together after and I'll even dry your hair," He offered, because he knew as much as Suguru loved his hair, he hated to dry it because of the length.
He huffed softly but accepted it. Victory.
As much as Suguru had been avoiding Satoru these past couple of weeks, he still melted as soon as Satoru got his hands and mouth on him. His legs spread so easily, and he begged so sweetly for Satoru to eat him out, so he did. He got his pants and little boxer briefs off and licked from his hole to his clit and back down, licking inside him once before he attached his lips to his clit. He sucked on him and flicked his tongue against him, being generous with the amount of spit he used, slobbering all over his pussy as he moaned to himself, feeling the way Suguru tugged at his hair as his thighs trembled around his head. He brought his hand up to push a finger into his ass, listening to the way he shouted in pleasure. Satoru couldn't help but open his eyes to watch him, the way he quivered and tossed his head back, his damp hair splayed on the pillow beneath his head.
"Satoru, put another in," He whined, and Satoru just had to give him what he wanted.
He slid another finger in beside the first before he pulled his head back to lean up to lick softly into Suguru's mouth. They almost never kissed on the lips unless Satoru initiated it, and it was rare for Suguru to — but he never pulled away when Satoru did, so Satoru knew he didn't mind. He kissed him, now, because he wanted Suguru to get out of the ridiculous dodging of Satoru he was doing. Who else could kiss him like this, fuck him so right, and pay for him to stay on campus during break so he wouldn't have to go home to his parents like Satoru did? Satoru was all he would ever need.
Suguru moaned into his mouth and reached up to squeeze at Satoru's biceps absentmindedly. Suguru was only ever clingy during sex. If you softened him up enough, he got that way — and Satoru knew just how to soften him.
Satoru pecked his lips softly a few time before he leaned back to press a third finger into his ass, and two right into his cunt. Suguru sobbed softly as he massaged the ceiling of his vagina, and thrust the fingers of his other hand in his ass fast.
"Satoru! Satoru, Satoru- oh, please!" Suguru cried, and Satoru knew he would come just like this.
Sometimes, Satoru felt jealous of his own fingers like this. Why did they get to be inside Suguru's pussy, and his cock didn't? Curse Suguru's future boyfriend.
Suguru's hands tugged at the pillow beneath his head and his back bowed off the mattress as he came, squirting everywhere as he shouted and trembled at the assault of Satoru's fingers. Satoru moaned softly at the sight, feeling his cock straining painfully against the front of his boxers. He felt like he might explode if he didn't fuck Suguru soon. These weeks of missing him and barely hearing from him had him on edge. What if Suguru truly hadn't wanted to do this with him anymore, or be his friend at all? He didn't even want to think about it.
"Fuck, Satoru. We should've put a towel down!" Suguru whined as Satoru pulled his fingers out of him, pressing his thighs back open before he could close them entirely and leaning down to lick into his pussy again. He stuck his tongue in as far as it could go before he returned to Suguru's clit to nuzzle his face against him, moaning softly to himself before he pulled back impatiently.
"I'll wash your bedsheets for you," Satoru said breathlessly, and Suguru scoffed half-heartedly.
"When was the last time you washed your own bedsheets?" He asked, and Satoru thought hard about it. When he came up with an answer, he was happy to just have one to give to Suguru at all.
"When we washed them together! After I made you squirt all over them over and over," He said proudly, and Suguru gave him and unimpressed look.
"That was two months ago, Satoru."
Satoru rolled his eyes, getting tired of all this useless talk of bedsheets when his cock was leaking steadily in his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers down simultaneously, "We haven't had any sex on my bed in two months. The most we've done is you sucking my dick on it since then."
"You should still wash them!" Suguru argued, and Satoru shushed him, leaning over him to kiss him again, feeling the way Suguru's body relaxed against him once more.
He fisted his cock in his hand a few times before he pressed the tip to Suguru's asshole, and Suguru pulled away suddenly. "You don't think you're about to fuck me without lube, do you?"
"Oh, shit, I forgot," Satoru said, opening Suguru's bedside table drawer to rummage around in there for the bottle of lube. He'd been so hypnotized by his pussy, he completely skipped over a whole step. Satoru gave his thigh a little smack, "Turn over, baby."
Suguru obliged, because he loved it from the back, and rested on his elbows, arching his back like a little cat and presenting himself to Satoru. Satoru groaned softly at the sight of Suguru so ready and waiting for him, spreading lube all over his cock and some on Suguru's hole. He took his cock in hand and Suguru's hip in the other to line himself up, pushing in slowly, because he knew if he went any faster, Suguru would reach back to hit him because he was just too big to go fast at first. He'd had his share of being greedy earlier on, and he'd heard Suguru's mouth about it and gotten punched a few times.
"Oh, fuck," He groaned at the way Suguru's ass slowly but surely sucked him in. Suguru trembled beneath him, his hair spilled over his shoulders as his forehead pressed against the bed, breathing heavily and whimpering to himself. When Satoru bottomed out, he bit his own lip, holding himself still for Suguru, because he knew Suguru needed some time since it had been a while. He grinded his hips against Suguru's ass slowly, trying to will himself not to grow impatient. "You feel so perfect around me, baby."
"Satoru," Suguru sighed softly, pushing his hips back eagerly. "Fuck me."
Satoru didn't have to be told twice, gripping Suguru's little waist in both hand and pulling out all the way to push back in steadily, rocking into him slowly to build him up wanting it harder. Satoru found that he had to treat him sort of like a sourdough starter, stirring him and stirring him and stirring him until he was ready. Satoru had fucked plenty of people who weren't ever planning on seeing him again and just wanted to jump his bones, skipping entirely over the foreplay to get a feel of his huge cock. Suguru hadn't been like that, and if he was ever frustrated or sad, sometimes Satoru would butter him up for hours to finally fuck him.
When Suguru began to whine impatiently at his slow pace, Satoru sped up and fucked him with more purpose, pulling him onto his cock and making him moan so sweetly. Satoru planted one foot on the mattress and reached forward to grab around Suguru's throat in one hand, leaning over him and pulling him slowly to meet him halfway, making him arch his back and lean up onto his hands.
"How could you deny either of us this, huh?" He asked right into Suguru's ear, kissing his cheek softly. Suguru whined pitifully, letting Satoru turn his face slightly to lick into his mouth greedily as he fucked him relentlessly. He kisses the corner of his mouth once before he pulled away, "Don't I fuck you so right?"
"Yes, Satoru," Suguru answered mindlessly, and in the back of Satoru's head he laughed like a maniac.
He let Suguru's throat go and took both of his arms in hand instead, holding him at his biceps and making his back arch, nudging his legs farther apart as he fucked him harder and faster, making him scream and cry. He watched as Suguru's fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, his head hanging pitifully and his long hair, long air dried since Satoru first came over, splitting over his neck to reveal his pretty nape, wispy with baby hairs. Satoru wanted to kiss every inch of his body, curl up beside him — inside him, and never ever leave.
"Satoru, I'm gonna come," He whimpered softly, and Satoru let him down onto the mattress.
"Turn over, I wanna see you when you do," He encouraged, and Suguru whined lazily as he turned over onto his back, spreading his legs to let Satoru back in.
Satoru leaned down to cradle the back of his head as he pushed back in, kissing him softly and letting Suguru suck on his tongue. When he picked up his pace again, Suguru could barely kiss him back — only able to let Satoru devour his slack mouth as he moaned responsively to how Satoru held his hips in both hands, tilting them up to get the right angle.
"Right there, Satoru. I'm gonna come," He babbles, digging his nails into Satoru's back.
Satoru leans back a little to watch him, the way his body seizes and his eyes flutter and roll back as he orgasms, his head pressing back into the pillow and his back arching. Satoru moans as he watches him, his whole body trembling as he clenches around Satoru's cock. Satoru fucks him through it, and feels his own orgasm rapidly approaching. He always had to make Suguru come first, because the sight of it was always enough to get himself there. He pulled out quickly to pump his cock as he came across Suguru's fluttering pussy and stomach, and Suguru gasps softly as Satoru willed his eyes to stay open so he could watch himself paint Suguru's lightly tanned skin white with semen.
"Oh, fuck," He groaned, clenching his fist harder around himself to milk his cock of the last few drops.
Suguru lay silently for a while as Satoru kissed the inside of his thigh mindlessly, and Suguru ran a hand through his damp hair where he began to sweat with the work he did to get them both off.
"You nearly got come on my shirt, dummy." Suguru commented, tugging the strands of Satoru's hair playfully. "I like this shirt."
Satoru took a closer look and realized that it was his shirt Suguru was wearing. He must've worn it after they fucked at Satoru's dorm once before and never given it back. He was so cute, and seeing him in Satoru's clothes lit a fire in Satoru's belly. Something inside him settled, satisfied — a strange feeling at the sight of Suguru in something of his, as if he owned him.
"That's mine," He said with a little chuckle, leaning over Suguru to kiss his warm cheek and nuzzle against him.
"It's comfy," Suguru replied simply, pressing a hand to Satoru's chest and pushing him away. "Let's shower."
Satoru wanted to cling to him some more, but he promised they would shower together and to dry Suguru's hair. He gathered Suguru's soiled sheets up so he could put them in the wash in the communal laundry room as Suguru watched him expectantly. Suguru had his own shower in his room, which Satoru was thankful for, so that he could feel him up some more. Satoru got him soapy and fondled his breasts in his hands watching the way Suguru bit his lip softly and leaned into him. He pinched his puffy nipples between his fingers, nudging a thigh between his legs so that he could grind against it.
"Satoru, I- I wanna…" He murmured as Satoru kissed his soft jaw, his hands squeezing at Satoru's shoulders.
"What do you want, baby?" Satoru asked as Suguru's body twitched lightly at the way he rubbed his clit down on Satoru's thigh.
"Never mind. Let me suck your cock, please," He said, and Satoru licked his lips once before he pulled away so Suguru could get to his knees in front of him, wasting no time with taking the tip into his mouth and suckling on it. "Fuck my face until you come."
Satoru didn't have to be told twice, gathering Suguru's hair into his fist to used as leverage to hold him still as he pushed his cock all the way into Suguru's mouth steadily. They both knew that Suguru could take all of him — as many times as they'd done this, and he was no stranger to letting Satoru use his mouth to get off. Satoru knew he didn't have to hold back with him. He rocked his hips, and Suguru moaned around him, his eyes fluttering in pleasure. Satoru knew he had to be leaking between his legs, because sucking dick turned him on to no end, and Satoru wanted so badly to slide into that pretty pussy.
He watched as Suguru brought his own hands between his legs to rub his clit, cursing to himself and thrusting his hips faster. Suguru had little to no gag reflex, and he looked happy and content as Satoru kept up a brutal pace on his throat, moaning softly. When Satoru came, holding Suguru's face against him and stuffing his cock into the back of his throat, Suguru swallowed every drop of his come. Satoru pulled him from his knees to finger him and rub his thumb over his clit until he came, and then he kissed him softly and washed his hair.
Once they were done, Suguru sat on his knees on the floor with his head in Satoru's lap on the bed and yawned tiredly as Satoru dried his hair carefully. Once he was done, he set the blow dryer on Suguru's desk and Suguru got up to sit in his desk chair while he waited for Satoru to put his spare sheets on his bed.
As Satoru did, Suguru's phone buzzed rapidly where it sat charging on his nightstand, and Suguru picked it up lazily to check it. Satoru couldn't help but be curious, watching as Suguru smiled and giggled at his phone, his fingers typing rapidly. He was texting someone.
"So," Satoru began, and Suguru hummed in acknowledgment, not bothering to look over at him as he typed on his phone. Satoru felt his face heat as anger bubbled inside him. "Have you been seeing anyone else over the break?"
"Hm? Oh, I don't know. I guess…" Suguru said dismissively, waving his hand like it didn't matter. It mattered to Satoru. "Just texting mostly. I'm going on a date tomorrow with this guy I met."
A date.
"A guy you met at the goth parties you go to?" Satoru asked, trying to keep it out of his voice the way his teeth were clenched. His heart hammered in his chest.
"Yeah," Suguru said, glancing at Satoru once before he set his phone down. "I'm tired, Satoru."
Satoru didn't know whether that was code for Get out so I can sleep, or Are you staying the night?
"Where are you guys going?" Satoru asked as innocently as he could muster, and Suguru pursed his lips softly.
"I suggested my favorite cafe. Nothing too crazy."
Satoru knew exactly where that was. They'd been there together a hundred times.
"Alright."
Satoru wouldn't necessarily consider himself a particularly jealous person — partially because he hadn't ever had any reason to be jealous of anything in his life. He'd always gotten exactly everything he wanted whether that be goodies or material things or girls… whatever. If he wanted it, he got it. But he'd never been in a serious relationship with anyone. It hasn't ever crossed his mind, because he liked being free to do most whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Whoever was always included in the whatever, but that was always fleeting, because there were so many people in the world, and if he'd gotten hung up on one person beforehand — he'd never have met Suguru.
Suguru was just different, and what Satoru felt when he was with him was strange, entirely foreign and slightly scary at times. The overwhelming urge to keep Suguru all to himself ripped constantly at his heart, and much to the dismay of his heart, everyone liked Suguru and wanted him just the same as Satoru. Satoru was used to getting compliments in public, but whenever they hung out, people were nearly constantly walking up to Suguru. Satoru couldn't imagine how often he was approached when there wasn't a white haired giant looming over him, staring daggers into the person speaking to him. Satoru realized that he'd just gotten lucky when Suguru agreed to sleeping with him. That had to mean something.
On the first date Suguru went on, Satoru showed up and just wouldn't leave the both of them alone, sitting down right at their table and kissing Suguru on the cheek, twirling his bang around his finger. Suguru had looked embarrassed, and the guy looked uncomfortable, but Satoru had successfully scared him off, so he counted it as a victory. Suguru hadn't talked to him for two days.
Every date Suguru went on, Satoru found a way to scare the guy off, or ward them off before they could even happen. As much as Suguru seemed upset about Satoru sabotaging his dates — he never stopped him from coming over after the first one. After the sixth date, where Satoru had butted himself into a date with some guy that was shorter than Suguru to an amusement park — Suguru suggested that Satoru go home, and Satoru had just laughed in his face, reaching up to grab at the hair tie holding his bun in and tugging it free so that the hair would all fall out, and Suguru had hit him so hard Satoru had a bruise on his arm, snatching his hair tie back.
Suguru had ignored him for the rest of the day, and Satoru had went back to his dorm, defeated, calling him every thirty minutes. Suguru didn't pick up until nearly midnight.
"Suguru, I've been calling you since earlier!" He said before Suguru could even say hello.
"Yeah that guy doesn't want to see me again, thanks to you. I just got done talking to him," Suguru grumbled on the other end, and Satoru felt joyous at the announcement. "Why do you always do this to me, Satoru?"
"That guy was way too short, Suguru. Don't you think you deserve someone taller than you?" Satoru said playfully, already putting his shoes on to venture over to Suguru's dorm.
"He was nice." Suguru murmured.
"Is nice all you want from a man?"
"Well, I don't want someone tall who will be mean to me!" Suguru argued, and Satoru laughed. "Stop interrupting my dates, Satoru. I can't stand when you do it. You're such a brat, and it's like you make it your job to humiliate me. I'm going to bed."
He hung up before Satoru could get another word in, and with every step that Satoru took to his dorm, he grew increasingly angrier. Couldn't Suguru see that Satoru couldn't let just any guy be with him? Couldn't he see that he deserved someone perfect, to match just how perfect he was? Anyone less than just wouldn't do.
He banged on Suguru's door for five whole minutes, shouting Suguru's name and for him to let him in before Suguru finally opened the door, looking so sexy and irritated.
"You're gonna get me a noise complaint, you idiot," He grumbled, and Satoru forced his way inside, slamming the door behind himself. "Get out of here!"
"You really think i'm just gonna let you shut me out, again? For what? For some other guy?" Satoru said angrily, grabbing Suguru by the wrist and tugging him into his chest to grab him around his waist, pressing his face into his neck to smell his skin and hair. "You're mine."
Suguru sighed softly and tipped his head back as Satoru licked and kissed his skin before his body tensed up and he pushed Satoru away forcefully, "No, I'm not, you dick."
Satoru felt his attempt at a calm and reasonable shell of a demeanor crack entirely, breaking away to reveal the ugly jealous monster of his insides that would inevitably scare Suguru away — but he couldn't keep it hidden even if he wanted to anymore.
He grabbed Suguru by his ponytail and forced him forward to kiss him, holding him in place and listening as he whimpered as Satoru pried his lips open with his tongue and licked behind his teeth. Satoru could feel the way his hands pressed at Satoru's chest to try to push him away but only half-heartedly, like he didn't know whether he wanted to or not.
Satoru picked him up quickly and walked him over to the bed, tossing him down onto it. Suguru landed with a small bounce, a pouty frown on his pretty face. Satoru wanted to make him cry, and discourage him from ever seeking anyone else out ever again. He doesn't need anyone else.
"You're being so mean to me, Satoru," Suguru whined softly as Satoru forcibly turned him over, swiping his ponytail away and pressing a hand down on the back of his neck.
"I know better than anyone that you don't like nice all the time." Satoru said, grinding his hard cock between his ass cheeks over their clothes.
"What if I do?" Suguru asked, but Satoru knew it was an empty question.
"You don't." He said, and Suguru didn't argue, because he knew it was true, pushing his ass back against Satoru's cock. "I'm a little offended that you've been trying to find things in others that you could just get right here from me. I think I deserve an apology."
"Yeah, right." Suguru replied tauntingly, looking at Satoru out of the corner of his eye where his face was turned to the side on the pillow, smiling teasingly.
Satoru leaned back and took his hand off his neck to yank his pants down, finding that he was wearing a pair of black lacy panties. Satoru chuckled at them, at how sexy Suguru's ass looked in them. Suguru had to have thought they would soften the landing when Satoru inevitably found his way over to his dorm.
"For me?" He asked, and Suguru hid his blushing face in the pillows. "Too bad I won't get to enjoy them."
Satoru pulled them down over the swell of his ass and slid his hand over one smooth cheek slowly and contemplatively. "Are you sorry?"
"What?" Suguru asked, and Satoru raised his hand up high to give him a hard spank over his right cheek, and Suguru exclaimed at the sudden slap. He couldn't stand when Satoru would slap his ass. It embarrassed him. "Satoru, what the fuck?!"
"Are you sorry, Suguru?" Satoru asked again, and Suguru squirmed. Satoru could see the way his cheeks grew red and his face scrunched up.
"No!"
Satoru spanked him hard again, and Suguru began to buck to try to get him off where he was sitting heavy on Suguru's thighs so that he couldn't escape. Satoru pressed a hand down on the back of his head, pushing him into the pillow with his head turned to the side. He looked like he might really cry.
"Are you sorry, now?"
Suguru was silent for a moment, his hands clutched in the duvet on his bed. "No, I'm not."
Satoru spanked him again, but this time he kept going, to see the way Suguru fought to get away from the pain blooming on his ass cheeks, reddening further with every hit. Under the strength of Satoru's hand on the back of his head, he managed to turn his face into the pillow, and Satoru soon saw the way his body trembled as he cried softly. Satoru felt his heart clench in his chest and his cock throb painfully in his sweatpants at the sight. His baby was so precious, crying and embarrassed from some spanking.
Satoru sat up off his thighs and Suguru didn't move — just laid there and cried into the pillow until Satoru leaned over him and wrapped a hand around his chin to lift his face. He was beautiful, tears streaming down his pretty porcelain cheeks and his bottom lip trembling as his wet eyes looked at Satoru.
"Tell me you're sorry, baby," Satoru said, and Suguru's whole body shivered.
"I'm sorry, Satoru," He whimpered.
Satoru hummed, satisfied, and brought their lips together, kissing him lovingly, so that once they were finished, he would only remember Satoru's kiss.
Satoru wanted so badly to fuck Suguru's cunt, but he would respect Suguru's wishes and stick to anal. Though he guessed, he would get there eventually because there was no way that anyone else would be Suguru's boyfriend. He would make sure of it. He would eliminate any other possibilities.
He laid Suguru back down and retrieved his lube, getting right to work with stretching him out while Suguru moaned softly against the pillows — he was long done with fighting back. Satoru knew he would let him do just about anything to him, now. He got him up to four fingers, because there wouldn't be any softness tonight. Satoru's mark would be made, and he needed to make sure Suguru was ready.
He got his cock out and slicked, making Suguru spread his own cheeks and hold them open so he could line up with his hole. When he pushed in all the way, one swift motion, Suguru gasped, his body seizing up and his hands clutching the sheets. Satoru didn't give him any time to relax, pressing his hand down on the back of his neck and fucking him at a brutal pace. Suguru moaned wantonly as Satoru slammed his hips down against him, begging softly and absentmindedly and whining Satoru's name over and over like he couldn't help himself.
"Who fucks you the best, Suguru?" Satoru asked, and Suguru arched his back further.
"You, Satoru," He answered immediately. There was no need to spank it out of him now.
"Who's dick's bigger?"
"Yours, Satoru," He whimpered, and Satoru spanked him once on his sore, reddened cheek — just because he could.
"Who do you belong to, baby?"
"You," He sighed, like the admittance of his belonging settled him. Entirely content and relaxed.
"Do you need me?" Satoru asked as he leaned down closer to Suguru's ear, because he wanted to hear it.
"Yes, Satoru! I need you," He cried, his body shaking violently as he neared his orgasm. His pussy has to be leaking so steadily into his pretty panties. Satoru hadn't even gotten either of their out of their clothes — just got right to business.
"Show me how much you need me, baby. Come on my cock," He commanded in his ear, and Suguru's face scrunched up adorably as he came, trembling and clenching around Satoru's cock just as Satoru had demanded of him. Satoru's name fell from his lips in a mantra — like Satoru was the only thing he could think of. That's exactly how he wanted it. He was the only thing Suguru ever needed to think of. Satoru would provide him with absolutely everything he could ever want or dream of, and fill him with his cock nightly so that he would be forever content and satisfied — never frustrated or yearning. Only ever fulfilled and content.
Satoru filled him to the brim with come, kissing the soft skin of his temple all the while. Suguru never let him come inside, because he hated to get things so messy, but Satoru had him so out of his mind now that he just moaned and turned his face to pucker his lips, asking for a kiss. Satoru kissed him softly, his heart swelling at the acceptance of his endless love. Suguru was letting him in.
"Gonna plug you up," Satoru said, and Suguru nodded, laying still as Satoru pulled out and retrieved one of Suguru's favorite butt plugs. It was just the right size, with a pretty black heart jewel on the end. Satoru put a little lube on it and slid it in snugly, leaning over to kiss between the dimples in Suguru's back and pulling his pants back up over his ass.
He helped Suguru out of his sweatpants so that he could sleep more comfortably and stripped down to his own boxers, climbing up to lay beside him and pulling him to his chest.
"In the morning, we'll shower, and i'm gonna take you on our first date to breakfast. I want you to wear the plug until we get back," Satoru said, and Suguru nodded his head wordlessly. He was already tired before Satoru had come over, and he was fighting sleep to listen to Satoru.
Satoru stroked a hand through his loosened ponytail until he fell into a deep sleep. Once he did, Satoru reached over to take Suguru's phone in hand, using Suguru's fingerprint to get into it and texting every guy Suguru spoke to, ending things with them while he slept, leaving only himself.
Over the next few weeks, he took Suguru out on dates big and small, private and extravagant. He bought Suguru all types of gifts, and tried to waver the fear he had of confessing his love. On the sixth date, to replace all the dates Suguru had went on with other guys, Satoru had taken him to go ice skating after he'd mentioned how much he loved it, holding his hand even as the reflection from the ice hurt his sensitive eyes, feeling his heart hammer in his chest and nausea creep up on him as he mustered up the courage to ask Suguru to be his boyfriend. When they were thoroughly worn out, Satoru took Suguru's skates off for him and massaged his sore feet for him, unable to look him in the eye as he tried to even his breathing.
"Satoru," Suguru said softly — always so soft when he spoke Satoru's name. He held Satoru's chin in his hand and made him look up at him, tilting his head to the side curiously, his face so open and warm. Satoru felt like his heart might explode in his chest, and he'd die from internal bleeding before he ever even got to tell Suguru he loved him. "You've looked sick all day. What's wrong?"
What if Suguru said no? He should've worn his sunglasses so he could hide a little.
"I just…" He began, trailing off, and Suguru smiled softly to encourage him. "I can't find words meaningful enough to tell you how much I love you, and how badly I want you to be my boyfriend. Nothing is good or big enough."
"Satoru…" Suguru sighed, his face breaking out into an even bigger smile, his dazzling teeth on display just for Satoru. "I love you, too."
"Let me tell you properly. That one doesn't count," Satoru stopped him, and Suguru nodded, sitting up straighter as Satoru took both his hands in his own. "I love you, Suguru. More than anything."
"I love you, too, Satoru." Suguru said dreamily, a blush rising to his cheeks.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" Satoru asked, and Suguru leaned forward to kiss him softly. The feeling of his lips lingered when he moved away, his long eyelashes fanning across his cheeks where he'd closed his eyes for the kiss, and hadn't opened them back afterwards. Satoru watched as his lips pulled into a smile slowly before his eyes fluttered open.
"Yes. I will be your boyfriend," He answered finally, and Satoru felt his soul settle contently. "Now, put my shoes on, please, so we can get back to your apartment."
"My boyfriend is so bossy," Satoru joked, and saying it out loud was even satisfying. Suguru smiled as Satoru put his shoes on.
In the new semester, Satoru made sure he had his on apartment on campus so that he wouldn't ever have to worry about Suguru receiving a noise complaint with the amount of sex they had. Suguru spent most of his time sleeping over, anyways. His dorm had to be collecting dust by now.
Once they got back, Satoru was nearly vibrating with the need to touch him. He basically pounced on him, and Suguru let him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and letting Satoru lick into his mouth, sucking on his tongue and moaning as Satoru grabbed his ass in his hands.
"You always taste like candy," Suguru said as Satoru kissed his cheek and jaw, down to his neck where he nibbled and sucked at the soft skin.
"Even my cock?" Satoru asked playfully, mumbled against his skin as he tugged the collar of Suguru's to the side to suck at his collarbone.
"Mm… especially," He purred, hands digging into the muscles of Satoru's back and tugging softly at his hair.
Satoru tugged the zipper of Suguru's winter jacket down to push it from his shoulders, pulling his sweater over his head and freeing him from his chest binder to take one of his breasts in hand. Suguru moaned softly as he circled his thumb around the nub to harden it before he leaned down to take it into his mouth, pinching the other between his fingers.
"Satoru," Suguru breathed softly, arching his chest into Satoru's face and pulling his head further into his breast. "I need you."
"How bad do you need me, baby?" Satoru asked teasingly, pulling away from his nipple to kiss his lips softly.
"Badly," Sugury pouted adorably, and Satoru knew that one day he would see those pretty lips pursing and begging for him so sweetly, and just keel over and die.
Satoru swept him up to carry him to his room, holding him around the waist as he climbed onto the bed, laying him down carefully and unbuttoning his jeans and helping him to get them down along with his boxers. Once Satoru caught sight of Suguru's pretty pussy, he had to devour him, nuzzling his nose into his dark pubic hair and moaning softly to himself at the taste. Suguru cradled his head in both hands, gazing down at him as he panted softly, rocking his hips slowly against Satoru's face. Satoru's hands roamed the smooth expanse of his body, his strong thick thighs and flat stomach, round breasts and puffy nipples — laid out like a buffet for Satoru to enjoy alone.
Satoru pressed three fingers to Suguru's lips for him to suck, to get them wet so that he could open him up, and Suguru swirled his tongue around and between them with a little moan as Satoru sucked on his clit. When he got them wet enough, Satoru pulled them out and pressed one to his asshole, sliding it in slowly.
"Satoru," Suguru said softly, his thumb swiping over Satoru's eyelid as Satoru hummed in acknowledgment. "Youre my boyfriend, now."
Fuck yeah he was.
"Don't you want my pussy?" He asked, and Satoru's entire body came to a halt, his brain malfunctioning.
"You're gonna let me?" Satoru questioned excitedly, lifting his head from between Suguru's legs.
"As soon as you get your finger out of my ass and your cock in me, yeah," Suguru said with a little laugh, and Satoru pulled his fingers out of him slowly. Force of habit.
He fell all over himself as he scrambled out of his own clothes, hearing the way Suguru giggled at his clumsiness. He usually left a few articles on either of them, but Suguru was letting him have his cunt for the first time — there should be nothing between them at all.
"Come here," Suguru beckoned him softly, parting those perfect thighs once again to let him in, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "I want you, Satoru."
Satoru cursed softly, nearly coming all over himself before he could even get the chance to get inside him. Just the knowledge that Suguru felt the same way about him could send him over the edge. He felt like he was going crazy.
He gave Suguru another little kiss before he spat in his own palm, slicking his cock up and pressing the tip to Suguru's entrance. He held his thigh and pressed their foreheads together as he pushed in slowly, trying to keep in mind the fact that this was the first time Suguru had ever had a cock in his pussy. When the head popped in, they both gasped, and Suguru pulled him closer, bringing their lips together again. They breathed and moaned into each other's mouths as Satoru pushed all the way in, and Satoru could feel the way Suguru trembled beneath him.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. I feel like i'm gonna come already," Satoru moaned, and Suguru whimpered sweetly. He was so tight, and dripping wet, gripping Satoru's cock like a vice, almost like it was pulling him in. Satoru's entire body felt like it was on fire, his cock warmed so wonderfully inside Suguru.
"You're big," Suguru sighed softly, his hands sliding across Satoru's shoulders.
"Am I hurting you?" Satoru asked, the concerned side of him overtaking the greedy side that wants to fuck Suguru's brains out as soon as possible.
Suguru shook his head, and Satoru knew he was lying. He kissed him slowly, licking into his pliant mouth and swirling his tongue around Suguru's slowly. He caressed his breasts slowly, massaging them as he kissed his cheek and across his jaw, down to suck softly at the skin of his neck to help him relax further. He knew it was working, because soon, he began to feel Suguru pulse and clench around his cock, his entire body loosening steadily to let Satoru in.
"Satoru, please," He began to beg softly, and Satoru shushed him, pressing his lips to his temple gently.
Satoru pulled out halfway slowly, pushing back in and watching the way Suguru's face contorted in pleasure, his mouth falling open on a broken moan. Satoru groaned softly, keeping the slow pace to let Suguru adjust, feeling the way Suguru's legs came up to wrap around his hips, his entire body encasing him and his cunt squeezing around him.
"Is that good, Suguru?" He asked, and Suguru nodded eagerly.
"So good. You feel so good," He babbled mindlessly, and Satoru's heart leaped in his chest. Being good for Suguru felt so good. "Don't stop, Satoru."
Satoru sped up some, and Suguru's head pressed back into the pillow, his silky hair splayed beneath his head like a dark halo. He looked like an angel — like Satoru had died and went to heaven, and this was what he was gifted when he arrived. He had to give him exactly what he wanted, keeping the pace of his thrusts up and watching as he squirmed in overwhelming pleasure beneath him.
"I love you, so much," Satoru moaned desperately, kissing across Suguru's entire face. "I love you, I love you."
"It's okay, Satoru," Suguru sighed, turning his face to press his lips to Satoru's temple. "I love you, too."
"I'm gonna come," Satoru breathed, his hips stuttering as he became overwhelmed suddenly at Suguru's love confession.
"Yeah," Suguru said, his thighs shaking around Satoru's hips. Satoru brought a hand down between them to rub Suguru's clit, because there was no way he was going to orgasm and not return the favor. "Come inside me."
Satoru's body shook violently as his climax hit him fast, his hips thrusting hard as he spilled deep inside of Suguru and he could feel the way Suguru's cunt spasmed around him as he came, also, gushing liquid and quivering beneath him. Satoru's name was on his lips and his hand was tugging painfully at the strands of hair on the back of his head, his back arching and their chests pushing together.
When Satoru came down, he collapsed on top of Suguru, breathing heavily into his hair as Suguru stroked his hand up and down his back lazily. They lay silently for a while, and Satoru nearly fell asleep before Suguru was kissing the top of his head and shaking him awake softly.
"I have to get up, Satoru. I need to take my testosterone. I forgot to earlier, because we were busy," Suguru said, and Satoru groaned softly before pulling out of him and rolling over.
As Suguru got up on shaking legs to retrieve his bag from the foyer where he left it, Satoru drummed his fingers on his stomach lazily, seeing the way his semen dripped down Suguru's thighs when he came back. It was satisfying to finally see him leaking his come.
"My boyfriend is so sexy," Satoru's commented from the bed, and Suguru smiled softly as he prepared his syringe, pulling the right amount of liquid from the vial and making sure there were no bubbles. "Since I'm your boyfriend, now, will you let me do it?"
"As long as you don't kill me," Suguru said, handing him the syringe carefully. "Squeeze my thigh, and inject it here. Slowly, Satoru."
Suguru showed him where to stick the needle in, and Satoru tried to keep his hands from shaking as he followed his instructions as closely as possible. It was a slow process, but they got it done.
"Good job," Suguru praised him, and Satoru's ears probably perked up like a dog, because Suguru giggled softly at him.
As he put his stuff away, again, Satoru watched him closely. He was so easy to look at, naturally beautiful — hair long down his back and half up with the bun loosened because of their recent activities, his skin smooth, scars covering his wrists and thighs, his pretty side profile and long eyelashes. Satoru felt his heart squeeze in his chest, grabbing him by the hips to pull him closer again. He hated it when they weren't touching.
Suguru smiled that sweet smile down at him, reserved only for him, holding him and stroking a thumb over the apple of his cheek. "Satoru," Satoru hummed, in acknowledgment, ready to pull him down onto the bed to go to sleep. "Will you be mad if I tell you that I still want to do anal sometimes?"
"After that? Yeah, probably," Satoru admitted, and Suguru swatted him on the shoulder. "What?! Your pussy's too good. I'm crazy about it."
Satoru pressed his face between Suguru's ribs, and Suguru slid a hand into his hair to tug it hard, and Satoru followed it, standing from his seat on the edge of the bed.
"Let's go shower. You can fuck me again in there," Suguru said, and began to walk there without him, looking back at him naughtily. Satoru jogged after him, smacking his ass just to see him pout angrily.