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In the last three months, Suguru has spent exactly six nights at home.
At first it was just a few days in Saitama that turned into just a week in Nagano that turned into being sent on extended assignments with hardly any warning. It’s hard to not feel like a pawn being moved around a map of Japan when that’s exactly what he was, technique and skills exploited. He’s been in Fukuoka for three weeks when they finally tell him the mission will conclude.
When his solo missions started he’d spent his days heartsick and lonely without Satoru. It was the start of his ruined sleep schedule, up all night on video calls, falling asleep listening to Satoru talk about anything and nothing at all. Over time it’s just dulled to familiarity, homesick merely another reality of his existence. He still remembers what it was like in school when a night apart felt like the end of the world. If only things were that simple again.
He misses his girls. He misses Satoru.
Nanako video calls him one Sunday afternoon and it connects to her brilliant smile before she pans over to Mimiko and Satoru, three huge parfaits between them. Satoru waves at him between spoonfulls and the wash of comfort at seeing the three of them together is instantaneous.
“That’s a lot of dessert.”
“Gojo brought us to Ikebukuro,” Nanako clarifies. “Mimiko bought sooooo many books we had to take a break.” She shifts the phone so all three of them are on the screen. “There,” she says, glancing at Mimiko and Satoru. “It’s like we’re all together.”
He wants to go home.
He finds comfort in what little he can control and so his students become his home away from home, a welcome and nearly constant distraction. On their best days they’re some of the brightest at the school, thriving on order and following him around like his own little army of monsters.
The inherent rivalry between their classes is as much competition as he and Satoru get anymore.
While away he fights back old habits, burying himself in work. Another tired morning follows another nightmare about some new awful thing happening to Satoru while he’s away. He’s back up to a pack a day when the higher ups bury him under their pointless bureaucracy, when the drama of his cohort makes him feel like the single parent of five delinquents and the assistant teacher they assigned him breaks down crying from their easy teenage cruelty.
He misses having a partner, someone he trusts by his side, someone he can go home to. He misses the sex, of course, but also the slowness, waking up next to Satoru and taking his time pulling him apart, slow kisses and tenderness. Desire isn’t so much a problem as it is maddeningly constant, simmering in the background until it stings him with each voicemail, each texted selfie, every dream of Satoru’s tongue sliding up his cock.
He takes a call from Satoru one morning, and it only takes a moment for him to connect the dots, listening to Satoru’s breathless drawl of his name. He’d leaned back on the bed, stroking himself almost over the edge just listening to the soft sighs in his ear.
“What are you doing, baby? Tell me.”
Satoru had groaned then, and Suguru imagined him on their bed, pillow pressed between his legs, the weak rock of his hips. “Trying to feel better but I can’t.” He muffles a cry. “I need you.”
Later, both spent and alone, “Come home soon. I miss you.”
It’s because their time together is now so rare, so precious, that he’s almost afraid to think about time off when they have it.
But this trip was going to be different.
A first.
It was something they’d decided on over a year ago, before his missions escalated, back when they were just coming to terms with how much it sucked to be an adult, to spend more than a night apart. But it was also a time they’d been cautiously optimistic, thinking they’d finally have the chance of a normal life together.
“We should go somewhere,” Satoru said absently, curled into his side on the couch. “Anywhere. Leave Japan for a while and travel.” He rolled the hem of Suguru’s tshirt in his fingers, “Why haven’t we done that yet?”
“You mean go on vacation?” He’d teased, dropping his book to the floor as Satoru climbed to lay on top of him. “We could do that. We could go anywhere.” With Satoru smiling down at him, even Suguru is quick to abandon reason.
“A vacation with you,” Satoru whispered against his lips and it felt like a dream. Like they were just two normal people, like anything was possible.
They settled the details, a two week vacation overseas. They’d poured over the piles of travel magazines Satoru brought home, staying up late talking about all the places they wanted to go, on practically every continent. It was a beautiful distraction, fantasy growing bigger with every conversation, every restaurant they’d try, every museum they’d visit, every hotel room they’d fuck in. By the time they submitted the paperwork it was a full-on emotional investment.
And they’d been outright denied.
Yaga called just minutes after they’d submitted the request to ask if it was a joke. And he was right, who were they kidding? Satoru had been furious, ready to call for an audience of higher ups, ready to pull rank and call the clan, but Suguru had read the room.
“What do you suggest then?”
Yaga had sighed into the phone, “Make it a domestic trip and I’ll send it along but I can’t make any promises.”
It took three weeks to get approved and by the time they got the forms back full of seals and signatures, their original two weeks had been whittled down to four days in Japan.
After being certain the request would be outright denied, they’d been overjoyed.
The school has cut it close as usual, and he can’t help his pointless bitterness that they’ll keep him away from Satoru as long as possible. The trip is a week away and instead of letting him spend it on campus catching up with his stacks of paperwork, he’s wrapping up the mission in Fukuoka, taking an early flight back to Tokyo for a mandatory staff meeting, and then it’s back out to Kyoto to meet with the curse researchers for a week.
Suguru knows stopping home before the meeting will make it even harder to leave again but he can’t help it. He needs to see their shoes in the genkan, their photos on the fridge and mugs next to the sink. He needs to go home just in declaration he belongs there.
He dismisses his students at the airport, collecting the reports they all poured over on the plane ride and waving away their deep bows, watching as they devolve into giggling teenagers heading home for a week off, black uniforms weaving through the airport crowd. The city blurs to mountains outside the car window as he texts Satoru, his silence a safe bet he’s already teaching for the day, caught in his own cycle of overwork.
He sighs, closing his eyes to try and stop the tide of a headache from reaching him.
It’s already mid-morning by the time he finally gets home and the apartment is quiet, the kind of quiet it so rarely is with him and Satoru. The quiet Satoru must have been facing every day, weighing down heavy on the space.
But then that quiet is broken.
He’s halfway to the kitchen when he hears it. It’s barely anything, a whisper, a shuffle, it could even be one of the neighbors if he didn’t know the walls were soundproofed. A wave of adrenaline surges forward as he walks down the hall, cursed energy pooling in his hand on reflex. Anger, concern, curiosity spike through him and then he stands in their bedroom doorway and his mind goes blank.
It's Satoru. Head thrust back on their unmade bed, hands raised to grasp at the pillow, long legs tangled in their sheets. He sluggishly realizes the tshirt bunched up above his chest is one of his own, and then all Suguru can see is his lean torso, parted thighs, and in the middle, the patch of pale hair leading his eyes to the hot pink vibrator between Satoru’s legs.
“Suguru…”
For a delirious moment it feels like a dream until Satoru’s eyes slowly flutter open, hitting him with glowing blue, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Welcome home.”
He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. It’s a game, one of their favorites, and they both know it’s his move.
“Well, well.” He leans on the doorway, watching Satoru arch his back, knees tipping further apart, inviting him in.
Putting on a show.
“Suguru,” he beckons for him again, arms raised in wordless demand.
He crosses the room to sit next to Satoru on the bed, palm firm on his thigh as Satoru arches back, spidery fingers finding him to trail up his thigh. He takes the hand, planting a kiss to his fingers but doesn’t move closer.
“Touch me…”
He slides his palm up slowly at Satoru’s breathless demanding, feeling the heat radiating from between his legs. A fingertip teases at his wet cunt, feeling slowly around the toy buried in him and up, dragging fingers where it vibrates at his clit. His movements are controlled, an affected casual disinterest, and Satoru groans, tilting his hips as if his body is begging for more.
Satoru squeezes his hand, “Please Suguru…”
He teases his fingers out of his cunt and gentle up his lips, through the soft patch of pale hair and then up further to rest a palm on his stomach as Satoru squirms beneath it. He leans over then to kiss him and Satoru’s mouth is hot, all tongue and teeth. Cool hands reach his neck to pull him down closer and he smiles into the kiss, moving his hand from Satoru’s stomach to push down on the vibrator, pulling a cry out of Satoru as it presses hard against his clit.
“You’ve been very busy while I’ve been gone it seems.” He kisses Satoru’s hand again and stands, enjoying every second of the disbelief scrawled across his face.
“I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done playing.”
He barely makes it there before Satoru teleports in front of him, pressing him bodily back against the wall. He lets Satoru work for it, leaning back on the wall as he crushes their mouths together in a fierce kiss, working his mouth open while hands trail up his chest to tangle in his hair.
His hands drop to Satoru’s waist and then rove lower, snaking up under his tshirt to grip the soft muscle of his ass, pulling him closer. When Satoru grinds against him he slides a hand down further, brushing fingertips at the slick heat between his legs. He’s soaking wet with come and Suguru dips fingertips inside, swallowing the sigh breathed into the kiss. Nothing but this moment between them matters.
The kiss eventually slows to tender and Satoru pulls back, holding his face pressed between his hands. He’s held in the clear blue of his gaze as Satoru looks him over, watching him standing there and more, his Six Eyes seeing more than Suguru could hope to comprehend. When his thumbs brush the edges of his dark circles he lets his eyes close, leaning into the touch.
There's concern in Satoru’s voice, “Are you hurting?”
He pulls Satoru’s hands back from his face, kissing his palms. “I’m fine, just tired is all.”
Satoru frowns, letting his hands fall. “You haven’t been sleeping.”
He laughs a breath, plugging the kettle in to busy his hands. “I’m sleeping, it would just be easier with you.”
Satoru snakes his arms around him from behind, face resting on his shoulder.
“I hate this,” he mumbles into his neck, and it melts some of the bitterness away from his heart as he turns to wrap Satoru in a hug.
“I know.” He noses at Satoru’s hair and lets himself get lost in the smell, creamy soft. Their soap, their sheets. Satoru smells like home. He presses a soft kiss to his ear, “I miss you.”
Satoru takes his hands, returning to his mischievous smile as he leans against the table, leg shifting to invite him in.
“I wanted to surprise you. Show you how much I missed you” There's a teasing note in his voice as his hands are guided down Satoru’s sides, down his stomach, and lower still. Suguru brushes fingertips up under his shirt, ghosting against his hip. “But you’re so mean to me you didn’t even appreciate it.”
Suguru steps closer to laugh a breath into his neck, planting a kiss there.
“I’m mean, huh?” He reaches down between his legs, Satoru so needy, warm and wet under his hand. When his fingers sink in he almost groans along with Satoru, taken by pleasure. His lips press a kiss to Satoru’s ear, “Maybe I need to take you apart slowly and show you just how mean I can be.”
And then his phone rings.
When it stops, Satoru’s phone starts.
Satoru heaves a sigh as his phone rings again and he pulls it from his pocket, answering with a growl, “What.”
“Did you make it back to Tokyo?” Yaga.
He hooks his foot around a chair, dragging it closer and pulling Satoru down to sit in his lap. “Just got home.” Satoru leans back and spreads his legs, hooking one over Suguru’s knee as he grinds back against his cock. He rubs lazy strokes at his clit, feeling it stiffen under his hand as he builds a steady rhythm.
“Everything go well with the collections in Fukuoka?” He slides a finger back and inside him and when Satoru moans he’s certain it’s as much from pleasure as it is to be heard on the other end of the line. His shoulder presses the phone to his ear, freeing a hand to press a palm to Satoru’s mouth, muffling his cries as he thumbs his length.
“As expected.”
Yaga hums on the line. “Will we see you on campus for the meeting today?”
Satoru’s head lolls back against his shoulder as he grinds his hips back and Suguru moves his palm to press two fingers inside Satoru’s mouth, flick of his hot tongue immediate against them.
“Do I have a choice?”
Yaga grunts, “I know you’re due in Kyoto after this so you can just submit all the reports at one time.” Satoru grabs his wrist, pushing his fingers to press deeper inside his cunt. “Remind Satoru about the meeting if you can get ahold of him.” He focuses on the movement of his hand, slowing the fingers rubbing Satoru with lazy strokes, both hands warm and wet with Satoru's ravenous need.
“I will.”
Fingers are pulled from Satoru’s mouth as he hangs up, tossing the phone back onto the table as Satoru turns to sigh into his neck, still spread open on his lap. “Remind me of what?”
He rests a palm on his stomach. “That you’re a horny menace.”
Satoru hums and takes his wrists, pulling Suguru’s hands to rest palms on his hips, guiding hands down between his legs.
“You know you want it.”
He does. He wants it more than anything. He thinks he might die if he doesn’t get it soon.
His attention is taken by Satoru moving his hands as he presses a kiss to his neck. “We’re needed on campus.”
Both hands converge at the pale patch of hair between his legs, soft under his fingertips. Satoru guides his hand, pressing Suguru’s fingers inside him as if he had to show him where to touch.
“Well I need you now.”
He noses his ear, listening to his stuttering exhale. “It doesn’t seem like you waited very patiently for me these weeks I’ve been gone.” Satoru’s hand guides their fingers further back to press inside him with a groan. “How bad could you really need me?” He lets Satoru touch himself with his hand, letting him do what he wants.
The game continues, tension building, heat building between them.
Then it’s Satoru’s turn, leaning into him, warm, soft, needy. The side only Suguru gets to see. There’s a hand at the back of his neck, tangling in his hair. “Please Suguru. I need you so bad.” He widens his legs, arching his back.
Indulging Satoru is his favorite thing to do, and Satoru knows it.
He pushes him up by the waist and then backwards on the table, legs spread to fit between them, trembling fingers pulling at his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He’s so painfully hard that he groans at the touch of Satoru’s cool fingers pulling him free. Satoru gives him a few lazy strokes but he’s out of patience, dragging the length down the wet heat of his cunt as Satoru lays back on the table.
The head of his cock is pressing into his tight heat when Satoru’s phone starts to chime, drowned out by Satoru’s moan. Hands gripped around his hips pull him forward to press deeper, trying to work in slowly. He knows it’s a lot after so long, even for Satoru, and he should be careful, but he’s struggling to take it slow, fingers digging into Satoru’s legs where he has them gripped. The time apart has worn down his brittle patience and Satoru moans with every thrust as he works his way in.
His phone chimes on.
When it changes to his ringtone, Suguru looks up to see the screen flashing. Megumi. His eyes fall back to Satoru as he rolls his hips, holding up his phone, “You’re needed.”
Satoru cries out in protest as he accepts the call, resting it next to his ear with a smile.
“H- hi Megumi.” He answers as Suguru slowly pulls back. “No—” he bites back a moan as Suguru presses all the way in, pulling Satoru forward to meet him, hips flush against him. He clears his throat, “No I’m fine, just running late. What do you need kiddo?”
Suguru stills, Satoru so tight and hot around him he imagines coming just from this. A thumb strokes his clit slowly, taking in the view and letting him relax around him.
His smile grows as Satoru scowls up at him as he slides a finger through his slick, teasing around where his cock is buried deep inside of him.
If Satoru was smart he’d get off the phone as soon as possible.
Satoru covers his mouth to stifle a moan as Suguru rolls his hips. “Nn, ah, I mean don’t worry about it, it happens. We can get a new one made for you.”
Fingers slide back up to stroke him as he picks up the pace. “Just text me the ones you guys want, ah… Or come over later and go through them yourself.” Satoru tries to squirm back but Suguru has his thigh tight in his grip.
“W-what?” Satoru glares up at him, “Hi Yuji… ah, no, he’s back out in Kyoto for a week, maybe next time.” Suguru slams into him and Satoru tries to mask a moan with a cough.
“A-ah, it’s nothing, s-sorry, tell Megumi I need to go, okay?” Suguru isn’t holding back anymore, merciless in his pace. “Y-yeah, I’ll see you soon.”
Suguru leans over to disconnect the call and is grabbed roughly by the back of his hair as Satoru pulls him down into a kiss, biting at his lips.
“You asshole,” he growls against them, arms wrapping tightly around Suguru’s neck.
“You love it.”
He could laugh. It was bliss.
There's nothing else but this, lost in Satoru’s heat, the smell of his skin, burying his face in Satoru’s neck as he holds him close.
“Hold on,” he whispers against Satoru’s lips and lifts him, legs wrapped around his waist as he carries him back to the bedroom.
Satoru whimpers as Suguru drops him to his back, relinquishing the last of his control to fuck him mercilessly back into the mattress, long legs still wrapped tightly around him. The cries intensify until Satoru’s cunt is spasming around him and it’s enough to send him over the edge.
He comes hard and deep into Satoru with a groan, working through it while Satoru’s hold on him loosens, limbs going slack under him.
He pulls out, collapsing on his back next to Satoru, their panting breaths filling the room.
Satoru rolls over to peer down at him with a playful smile.
“That was nice.”
He leans up, smiling into their soft kiss. It was nice.
Satoru finally sighs, scooting to the end of the bed before standing with a groan. He can’t tear his eyes away from his come dripping down Satoru's thigh as he makes his way to the bathroom.
“How late are we?”
Suguru checks his watch and wishes he hadn’t. Maybe they could just skip the meeting and take a nap, like being sixteen again.
“About average for us I’d say.” He refastens his pants and sits back on the bed, leaning on an elbow to watch Satoru getting ready.
“Megumi ok?”
Satoru laughs, “Lost his apartment key. They all want to borrow a bunch of our old games and I’m hoping it’s not too obvious when I try to get them to keep me company later.”
“Trust me, I’m sure they won’t mind eating all our food.”
He grins, “Yuji asked about you. He’s disappointed you won’t be here tonight.”
He laughs bitterly. “Join the club. I’m a little scared to tell the twins I won’t see them before the trip.”
Satoru disappears back into the bathroom and Suguru’s eyes fall on the curve of the hot pink vibrator lying abandoned in the sheets, reaching over for it as Satoru emerges.
“Want to try it on me?” There’s a teasing smile in his voice. “Or maybe some other time, we are running late after all.”
He laughs a breath and drops it back on the bed. “You know I prefer touching you myself.”
Satoru hums thoughtfully, “Play to your strengths.” He pulls his shirt on and sighs again. “How many more days until vacation?”
Suguru smiles, standing to plant a kiss on Satoru’s neck before going to pack.
“One awful week.”