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Sometimes, Suguru can't believe Satoru is real––can't believe that he's not a hallucination or a figment of his imagination. That someone so ethereal could be solid and anchored to this world. Of course, he'd never tell Satoru that. It'd go straight to his already enormous ego. But oh, how he wants to.
Like now, for example.
It's a lazy Sunday, no missions or classes for either of them—a rare moment of respite from the curses and chaos that fill their lives. Satoru is sprawled lazily across their bed, kicking his long legs as they dangle off the edge. He's explaining some new aspect of his technique he's trying to develop — something to do with gravity and space-time and physics — and Suguru is trying to listen; he really is, but Satoru just looks so beautiful.
He waves his hands around, gesturing wildly as he explains complex mathematical calculations at a mile a minute. His hair spreads out in a soft cloud on Suguru's lap, the shock of white a stark contrast to the black of Suguru's pants. His white shirt is unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off the planes of his broad chest and the lean muscles of his forearms. In the golden afternoon light spilling through the window, his pale skin seems to glow. He looks like an angel, or a god. Some celestial being that stepped right out of Suguru's wildest fantasies. Completely irresistible.
Suguru reaches out, snatching one of Satoru's hands, stilling its movement. He interlaces their fingers and pins the hand to the bed over Satoru's head.
"Satoru," he murmurs.
"And from there the applications are--what?" Satoru jerks, startled halfway through a thought. His pink lips are plush and glossy, just begging to be kissed.
Suguru runs his fingers through Satoru's silky hair, watching as the fine strands fall from his grasp and float gently back down to rest on his blindfold. "You look very pretty today."
Satoru snorts. "I look like that every day; haven't you been paying attention?" He turns his head up to Suguru, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't be a brat, Satoru." Suguru rolls his eyes and flicks Satoru on the nose.
"Or what?"
Suguru fists a hand in Satoru's hair, relishing the soft gasp it draws from his lips. He tugs gently to tilt his head back and expose the soft column of his throat. Suguru leans in, dragging his nose up the line of Satoru's jaw.
"Or," he whispers, lips brushing the shell of Satoru's ear. "I'm never calling you pretty again."
Satoru wriggles under him, fighting his grasp, and lets out a shaky laugh. "You wouldn't dare."
"Try me," Suguru says, pulling back to look at him as his eyes narrow.
Satoru pulls his lips into a pout and turns his head away with a huff.
And because Suguru is both incapable of resisting Satoru and entirely too indulgent, he leans in. He presses his lips against each corner of Satoru's mouth, trying to even out his frown.
"Poor baby, so desperate for attention," he murmurs.
Satoru pulls back, twisting his head further away. "Now who's being a brat?" he snaps.
Suguru licks a path up the exposed line of Satoru's throat, ending with a soft nip to his earlobe. "Don't be like that, Satoru. You know that I think you're gorgeous."
Satoru writhes under him, a faint blush blooming in his cheeks. "Oh, yeah?"
Suguru nods and mouths along Satoru's jaw, chasing the blush now making its way down toward his neck. "Mhmm, so perfect. Look at you, turning such a pretty shade of pink for me."
"Tell me more." Satoru turns his head back to Suguru, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Suguru laughs and grabs Satoru, manhandling him until he's lying fully in the bed. He climbs over Satoru, straddling him, and grinds his hips down. He can feel Satoru growing hard in his pants, cock thickening with just a few pretty words and a little roughhousing. So desperate, he thinks. He leans over until their noses brush and presses a soft kiss to Satoru's mouth. Satoru responds in turn, one hand coming up to grab at Suguru's waist, the other coming to the back of his neck, tangling in the long strands of his loose hair and pulling him in closer. He deepens the kiss, licking into Suguru's mouth and nipping gently at his lower lip. His fingers dig into Suguru's hip hard enough to leave bruises.
Suguru pulls back, and Satoru whines, leaning forward to chase the kiss. Suguru slips his thumb into Satoru's mouth as a placeholder. "So needy, sweetheart. Love how desperate you are for me." He watches Satoru's lips work around his thumb as he pushes it into the wet heat of his mouth.
Satoru groans around his thumb, one hand coming to wrap around Suguru's wrist and push his thumb deeper into his mouth, tongue curling around the digit, sucking hard. His other hand moves down to palm himself through his pants. Suguru grabs his hand before he can reach his dick and get any bit of relief. He pins it above Satoru's head, drawing another groan from his mouth.
"Pleaf, Fuguru," he mumbles around Suguru's thumb, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks are turning from soft pink to a gorgeous red.
He looks so gorgeous like this, hair messy and face flushed, halfway to ruin just from sucking Suguru's thumb.
"Such good manners, baby," he purrs, pressing a kiss to Satoru's forehead. "But, sorry, can't let you touch yourself yet."
Suguru's own cock is painfully hard in his pants, and he can feel himself leaking, staining his boxers underneath. He grinds against Satoru's thigh, the friction doing little to minimize the arousal quickly building in his gut.
He pulls his thumb from Satoru's mouth, slowly tracing his lower lip before dragging it from his chin to his chest, tracing a shining path from the pink of his lips to the peak of his nipple. He rubs a circle over the soft pink nub before leaning down and blowing a puff of cool air across it. Satoru shudders as his nipple hardens, goosebumps breaking out across the expanse of his chest.
Suguru glances up from under his lashes, looking from Satoru's chest to see his face. Satoru's head is tipped back, neck exposed. His white hair spills across the pillow in a halo, framing the angles of his face. He looks like a painting, as if an artist captured a god of lust writhing in the throes of passion. A masterpiece that should be framed and hung in a museum for the masses to admire. But he's here in bed with Suguru. All his to admire, all his to worship. He takes Suguru's breath away.
"Satoru." He whispers.
Satoru pants and bites his lower lip. "Ngh. What."
Suguru laughs, shaken from his reverence, and buries his face in Satoru's chest, placing soft kisses in between the swell of his pecs. "Have I ever told you what perfect tits you have?"
"Fuck you." Satoru grits out from between his teeth, but Suguru can feel his dick twitch in response to the compliment.
Suguru hums and delivers a soft bite to Satoru's nipple, pinching it between his teeth and licking over it. Satoru whines and arches into the pain; his hands coming down to grab at Suguru's shoulders, nails biting into Suguru's skin, delivering soft sparks of pain even through the fabric of his shirt.
"I mean it," he says, releasing the nipple from his teeth and giving it a kiss.
"They're huge," he cups Satoru's pecs in his hands, massaging the firm muscle underneath.
"And," he continues, pausing to lick and suck again at Satoru's nipple, which is quickly turning a deep shade of red. "You have such pretty nipples. So perky and pink. Not to mention—" he says, leaning back down to bite again at the nub, hard.
Satoru lets out a whimper and quickly tries to stifle it, biting at his lower lip, fingers digging even harder into Suguru's shoulders.
Suguru smirks up at him. "Sensitive," he says, punctuating his sentence with a final kiss to the now swollen nipple.
He crawls back up the bed so that he's eye level with Satoru, abandoning his teasing for now. He gently hooks a finger under Satoru's blindfold, careful not to let too much light in under the dark fabric.
"Can I?" He asks, tugging gently at the fabric. "Want to see all of you, baby."
He waits, letting Satoru decide. Some days are easier without the blindfold for Satoru. Other days are awful—he gets a migraine almost as soon as he takes it off.
Satoru nods and brings his hand up to wrap around Suguru's wrist. He helps guide his finger up, pushing the blindfold up over his head. As it comes off, his hair flops down, covering his eyes. Suguru takes the blindfold and folds it, laying it gently on the side table. He takes a breath before turning back to face Satoru. He rakes his fingers through the silken strands, pushing them back to uncover Satoru's eyes. The sight takes his breath away.
Satoru's pupils are blown wide, a thin sliver of brilliant blue ringing the edge. He's seen Satoru's eyes a million times, but his memory never seems to capture the color quite right. In fact, it pales in comparison to the beauty before him. There is no ocean, no sky, no creation on earth, or in heaven that compares to his eyes. Suguru could spend the rest of his life searching for this exact shade of blue and would die unsatisfied. The only place he could ever find it is here and now, staring back at him, reflecting the adoration he knows is pouring from his own eyes.
His throat tightens, his chest aches, feelings building up and threatening to spill over. He reaches out with a shaking hand, pressing his thumb to Satoru's cheekbone to trace just under his lashline. Satoru closes his eyes with a sigh. His soft, white lashes brush against Suguru's nail. Suguru pulls his hand back before leaning in and pressing a kiss where his thumb had been just a moment ago. He shifts and mirrors the gesture on the opposite side.
He pulls back and cradles Satoru's face in his palms. "Satoru--" he starts.
But his voice catches. The words just won't come. Everything he wants to tell him, every bit of praise he wants to give this beautiful creature underneath him, swirls in a maelstrom in his brain, overwhelming him, choking off his thoughts. He's frozen, he's—
"Awestruck by my beauty?" Satoru teases, reading his mind. He turns his head, nuzzling into Suguru's palm as a crooked grin spreads across his face.
Suguru nods dumbly, a little incapable of rational thought, before surging forward and capturing Satoru in a sloppy kiss. He licks possessively into his mouth, claiming him, taking back control. He tastes like salt and strawberry chapstick.
He moves his hand down to grip hard on Satoru's jaw, forcing his mouth open further, licking in deeper, wanting to map every inch of his mouth. His other hand skims down the hard line of Satoru's body, feeling the ridges of ribs and the shift of hard muscle under soft skin. His fingers squeeze at the dip of Satoru's narrow waist before he moves them around to his back, trailing down until he can palm his ass through the fabric. Satoru groans into his mouth, hands fisting in the fabric of Suguru's shirt as he arches up. He grinds against Suguru, their dicks rubbing together with delicious friction. Suguru moans and bites down on Satoru's lower lip in response, sucking and nipping until it's swollen.
He pulls back, panting, trying to regain his composure. He's so hard he thinks his dick might explode.
His eyes rake over Satoru. He's a mess, lips kiss-swollen and red, spit pooling in the corners of his mouth, fingers still tangled loosely in Suguru's shirt. His eyes flutter closed with a soft moan as his tongue darts out to lick the spit from his lips. It's absolutely filthy. A broken sound slips from Suguru's mouth before he can stop it.
"You are so gorgeous, Satoru; you have no idea what you do to me," Suguru groans, giving Satoru's jaw another gentle squeeze.
Satoru's eyes crack open, and he smirks, releasing his hands from their grip on Suguru's shirt and letting them trail down to cup the tent in Suguru's pants. "I think I have some idea," he says, raising an eyebrow.
He bites his lip and unhooks the button on Suguru's pants, dragging the zipper down slowly. He pulls Suguru's pants down to his knees, and Suguru rushes to help tug them off, yanking off his shirt along with them, and tossing them both on the floor. Satoru's fingers trace the outline of Suguru's dick in his underwear. His hands grab Suguru's hips and pull him in close. He leans up to nuzzle at his cock through his underwear, mouthing at it through the fabric, dampening it, adding to the dark, wet spot soaking the front. He pulls Suguru's underwear down and lets out a soft gasp as Suguru's cock springs free. One big hand wraps around Suguru's dick and works it slowly as he stares up at Suguru, eyes shining. He tilts his head and licks his lips. "Can I, please?"
Suguru nearly loses his mind at the sight of him like this, asking so nicely to suck his dick. "Satoru," he groans, "no, don't – Wanna– Want to make you feel good."
"I think choking on your cock will make me feel really good," Satoru smirks.
Suguru groans again, eyes rolling back, "Ah, fuck, baby. Would love to see your pretty mouth wrapped around me."
Satoru's smirk grows. He leans forward and licks a long stripe up Suguru's dick. The hand wrapped around Suguru's cock works up and down, jacking him slowly. His other hand moves down to cup Suguru's balls. He looks up at Satoru and tilts his head back, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, "Spit?" He asks.
Suguru nods and grips Satoru's jaw. He leans forward, dark hair framing Satoru's face. Suguru spits in Satoru's waiting mouth and forces his jaw closed. Satoru hums but doesn't swallow.
He moves suddenly, grabbing both of Suguru's wrists and flipping them so that Satoru is on top now, straddling Suguru. Suguru grunts in surprise and struggles against Satoru's hold to no avail—he sometimes forgets quite how strong Satoru is.
Satoru's eyes burn as they rake over Suguru. He leans down and begins to trail kisses down Suguru's chest and stomach. He releases the hold he has on Suguru's wrists, one hand coming down to grip his hip, the other wrapping around his cock. Blue eyes look up at Suguru through pale lashes, and sharp teeth flash in a devilish grin. He leans over and spits on Suguru's cock, using Suguru's own saliva to wet his dick. He fists his cock once, twice, three times, before opening his mouth and swallowing him halfway down in one go.
Suguru's hips buck and his hands come down to tangle in Satoru's hair as he's enveloped in the soft, wet heat of his mouth. "Shit. Shit, Satoru," he hisses through clenched teeth, "Your mouth feels so good, so perfect for me, baby."
Satoru gags as the head of Suguru's cock hits the back of his throat. He shuts his eyes tight as a tear drips from the corner of his eye, but continues bobbing up and down. His hand moves in time with his movements as he takes Suguru deeper into his throat. Suguru reaches down and brushes the tear away. "Take your time," he murmurs, stroking Satoru's cheek with his thumb. "You look so beautiful like this."
Satoru moans around his dick, the vibrations traveling straight to Suguru's core. His soft lips are stretched wide around Suguru's girth. Spit dribbles down his chin. Satoru pulls back, tongue circling the head of Suguru's cock, teasing at the slit. He pulls his mouth off and kisses from base to tip, one hand squeezing and tugging at Suguru's balls. Just before he can take Suguru back into his mouth, Suguru tugs on his hair, hard, stilling his movements. Satoru looks up at him with a whine, tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Can I fuck your mouth?" Suguru pants out.
"Please," Satoru gasps, opening his mouth wider.
Suguru smiles at him, all honeyed sweetness. "On your knees, sweetheart."
Satoru scrambles to kneel at the edge of the bed, folding his hands in his lap. Suguru rises and walks around the bed, stopping in front of Satoru. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of hair, forcing Satoru's head back. "Such a good boy for me."
Satoru whines, the tips of his ears turning pink with the praise. Suguru smiles and wraps the hand not tangled in Satoru's hair around his cock, pressing the head to Satoru's spit-soaked lips, tracing their outline, teasing him. Satoru's mouth opens with a whimper, and Suguru feeds his cock into his mouth, groaning as he finds himself once again enveloped in the delicious warmth of Satoru's mouth. It's so perfect, so soft and wet, and it's all Suguru's. The thought spurs him on, and he thrusts hard into Satoru's mouth, hitting the back of his throat, pulling a gag from Satoru. He glances down and strokes Satoru's cheek.
"You're doing so well, Satoru." He pulls back and thrusts in again. "I know you can take it."
Satoru groans, eyes fluttering closed. His throat relaxes, letting Suguru in deeper and deeper until he's nearly buried all the way, Satoru's face nestled in his pubes. Suguru presses out and in, out and in, establishing a punishing rhythm, using Satoru's mouth like a toy. A constant stream of praise falls from his mouth as he fucks into Satoru–telling him how pretty he is, how good he is, how perfectly he takes Suguru's cock. Moans bubble from Satoru's throat, drool leaks out the sides of his mouth, tears drip down his cheeks–the picture of debauchery. Suguru can feel the warmth coiling in his gut, building and building. He can't let go, not yet. But Satoru makes it impossible to maintain his composure.
Satoru's hands clutch at his pant legs, fingers curling tight into the fabric. He bucks at the air as if searching for any kind of friction, some kind of release. Suguru stares down at him. "Do you want to touch yourself, baby?"
Satoru lets out a weak sob, nodding his head as best he can with Suguru's firm grip in his hair.
"Go ahead, sweetheart." Suguru purrs, pulling back just enough to give Satoru some air. "So good, waiting for permission."
Satoru whines and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out and taking it in his hand. He jerks himself roughly, whimpering as he fucks hard into his hand.
"Gorgeous. Such a perfect little slut." Suguru moans as he slides back down his throat.
The sight of Satoru on his knees, getting off to being used like this, unravels something in Suguru. He won't last much longer—he knows it. The heat pooling in his stomach is spreading down his back, up his chest, sending waves of pleasure to every inch of his body, rising and falling, overwhelming him until he can't take it anymore.
"Satoru," he gasps. "Gonna cum, can't–," he grits out, trying to pull out, but Satoru's free hand reaches up to grab his hip and hold him firmly in place, trapping him in the heat of Satoru's mouth.
Suguru cums with a gasp, curling over Satoru's head, fingers tightening in his hair. Satoru swallows him down easily, throat working as Suguru spills into his mouth. Suguru tightens his grasp in Satoru's hair, panting as he thrusts weakly into him, until he's spent and his cock is left twitching weakly in Satoru's mouth. Satoru is patient beneath him, licking and sucking gently until Suguru is done. He pulls his mouth off with a loud pop. Some of Suguru's cum has spilled from the corners of his mouth and drips down his chin. Satoru wipes it off with the back of his hand and licks it; never once breaking eye contact with Suguru.
"Oh, Satoru," Suguru whispers as he stares down at him.
Satoru grins back up at him. He's somehow even more beautiful like this. With his eyes red-rimmed, his face flushed, and his hair a tangled mess, tufts of white sticking out in every direction. His cock is still hard, hanging halfway out of his pants, flushed dark with arousal. He looks sinful. Although Satoru is the one on his knees, as he gazes down, Suguru feels compelled to worship him.
He hauls Satoru to his feet, kissing him again. It's ferocious—tongues and teeth clashing. They crash back to the bed in a tangle of limbs, Suguru savoring the taste of himself on Satoru's tongue as they kiss. He flips them so that he's on top once again, and pulls back to admire Satoru, trailing his fingers down his perfect face. He wants to devour him.
He leans over Satoru and licks a path from his collarbone to the soft spot where his jaw meets his ear. Satoru shudders under him as Suguru scrapes his teeth against the flesh there and bites down, sucking until he's left a purple bruise. He licks over the mark he made, soothing the skin.
"So beautiful, baby. Want to let everyone know who you belong to," he groans against Satoru's skin.
He helps Satoru shrug out of his button-up, exposing miles of milky skin. He works his way down Satoru's neck, leaving a path of dark bruises as he goes. Satoru whines and pushes at him. "No, Suguru, gonna leave marks, people will see."
Suguru glares up at him as he nips at his collarbone, "Good. Let them."
Satoru sighs and lets his hands fall away, coming down to tangle in Suguru's hair. He winds the long strands through his fingers and tugs lightly as Suguru continues his journey down his body, tasting every inch of him.
"I can't believe you're all mine." Suguru murmurs against the ridges of his ribs. "A work of art." He whispers as he skims lower, reaching the toned planes of Satoru's abdomen.
Suguru lets his tongue trace the muscles there, loving how Satoru squirms and whines at the attention, each compliment stoking the flames of the red blush spreading across his body.
Suguru reaches Satoru's cock, dripping with precum that smeared across Suguru's chest and belly as he kissed his way down Satoru's body. "So wet for me, baby. And I've barely done anything. Did sucking my dick get you this excited?"
Satoru nods, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Sorry, what was that?" Suguru asks, running his nail up the length of Satoru's dick.
Satoru whines and bucks into the air, "Yes, Suguru, yes. Love sucking your dick. Thank you."
"Such good manners, Satoru. Such a good boy for me." Suguru pulls Satoru's pants all the way off from where they were tangled around his knees and continues sucking marks between Satoru's thighs.
Satoru's hands are fisted tight in Suguru's hair now–almost to the point of pain. His eyes are screwed shut, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Now and then, he lets out a whimper or a soft sigh as Suguru nips and bites between his thighs. His cock is still leaking, spilling a milky trail across his skin. Suguru presses a line of soft kisses up his shaft, tongue darting out to taste the precum spilled across Satoru's skin.
Satoru pants and ruts against Suguru's mouth. "Please, S'guru," he slurs. "More."
"How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" Suguru chuckles, wrapping a hand around the base and pressing a kiss to the head.
"Your dick is gorgeous, Satoru," he groans, his own twitching back to life as he teases Satoru. "So big, baby. I'm not sure I can fit it all in my mouth."
Both he and Satoru know this is a lie—Suguru has never had a gag reflex, one of the many benefits of his technique, one he uses extensively for Satoru's pleasure. Nevertheless, Satoru preens at Suguru's compliment, letting out a moan, cock twitching.
"Gonna, ah, stuff your face, 'Guru. Mmm, make you choke on it." Satoru pants out.
Suguru shoots him a simpering smile as he works his hand slowly up and down Satoru's length.
"Oh? Is that so?" He asks. "We'll see."
He leans his head forward and dips his tongue into the slit, savoring the taste of Satoru, salty and bitter. Satoru lets out another brazen moan and bucks his hips into Suguru's mouth. Suguru hisses as Satoru's cock smashes his lips against his teeth. He gives Satoru a soft swat to his thigh. Satoru whimpers as it connects.
"Don't be greedy, Satoru. I want to take my time." Suguru tuts, working his hand lazily up and down Satoru's length.
He leans down, sucking the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, teasing the sensitive flesh there. The tip of his tongue brushes against the sensitive skin where the head of Satoru's dick meets the shaft, running back and forth over it, toying with him. He pulls back and lets a line of drool drop from his mouth, wetting his hand and Satoru's cock along with it. He presses kisses to the shaft, sucks at the places he knows Satoru is most sensitive. He nips at the tender flesh of his ballsack just so Satoru whimpers. He licks and teases, never giving quite enough, pulling back just before it gets good. Satoru is crying now, rutting pathetically into Suguru's loose hand, cock leaking over his knuckles, making such a pretty mess.
"Suguru, please." He chokes out, tears streaming down his face. "Please, I've been good, please."
"I'm not sure what you want, Satoru." Suguru feigns confusion, tracing the thick vein on the underside of Satoru's cock with the flat of his tongue. "I thought you said you were gonna choke me on your big fat cock."
Satoru whimpers and shakes his head, "No, I was wrong, please, I'm sorry, just wanna cum, please."
"Ah, well then, if that's all." Suguru shrugs and swallows Satoru to the hilt in one fluid motion.
His throat stretches to accommodate Satoru's girth, and he swallows around him, the walls of his throat squeezing Satoru tight. Satoru sobs, back arching. Suguru fucks his own face on Satoru's cock, bobbing his head up and down at a punishing pace, breathing through his nose. Spit leaks down his chin, mixing with the bitterness of Satoru's precum. He can tell Satoru is getting close. His hands are fisted in the sheets, his abs and teeth clenched tight.
Suguru presses the pad of his finger against Satoru's hole and presses down.
"S'guru, I'm, I'm gonna—" Satoru lets out a moan that turns into a choked cry as he tenses and cums violently into Suguru's mouth, shooting ropes of cum down Suguru's throat.
Suguru swallows greedily; he doesn't want to waste a single drop. He's in ecstasy on his knees before Satoru, worshipping him the best way he knows how, with tongue and lips and throat.
Satoru finally finishes, the last few weak spurts trickling down Suguru's throat, his cock going soft in Suguru's mouth. He pulls out and collapses back, panting, eyes glazed as he stares up blankly at the ceiling. His face is tear-stained and red, and he's still somehow more beautiful than anyone Suguru has ever seen.
Suguru swallows the last of Satoru's cum, running his tongue along his teeth to savor the taste. He crawls back up to Satoru, leaning over him, wrapping his hand gently around his throat, forcing him to look at Suguru.
"Do you think you're done yet?" Suguru asks, arching an eyebrow.
Satoru's eyes—all hazy and fucked out— slide over to meet Suguru's.
He shakes his head weakly, a little smile playing on his lips. Suguru leans down and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. He pats Satoru's hip, "Then flip over, sweetheart."
Satoru obeys immediately, flipping over and presenting his ass for Suguru. He's so good, too good for Suguru. Satoru's legs are already trembling.
Suguru leans in, brushing his lips against Satoru's ear, "Are you ok, baby? Need to stop?"
"No! No. Want you to fuck me." Satoru murmurs, cheek pressed into the sheets, lashes fluttering against his tear-stained skin.
Suguru kisses his cheek. "That's my good boy."
He leans over to dig through the drawer of the bedside table, the mattress shifting under his weight. He finds the lube and pops the cap off, spreading a generous amount on his hand. He warms the lube, rubbing it between his fingers, using his other hand to palm the flesh of Satoru's ass. He has such a nice ass, Suguru could play with it all day.
When he's satisfied the lube is warm enough, he presses his finger gently against the puckered entrance of Satoru's hole, testing. Satoru hisses, the muscles of his thighs clenching. "Relax, Satoru." Suguru chides.
Satoru is always so tense when he first gets opened up. Suguru works slowly, rubbing just the tip of his finger against his rim, dragging it in slow circles until Satoru's breathing stills and his muscles unclench. He presses his finger in, just up to the first knuckle, dragging the tip in and out, teasing. Satoru whimpers and presses his hips back, chasing the sensation. Suguru gives Satoru what he wants, as always. He pushes his finger in deeper, feeling Satoru clench around him as he does.
"You're so tight, baby." He grunts, curling his finger. "Think you can take another?"
"Please," Satoru whimpers.
He always begs so well.
Suguru pulls his first finger back to just the tip and slowly works in a second. He slides them in deeper, searching for the sensitive spot he knows will drive Satoru mad. Satoru whines at the stretch, fingers curling in the sheets. Suguru curls his fingers just right and—got it. Satoru yelps, hips bucking forward as Suguru brushes against his prostate. Suguru laughs and continues working it, fingers curling in a steady rhythm, hitting it with each stroke.
"You make such pretty sounds for me, Satoru," Suguru says, spreading his fingers, opening Satoru just a bit wider.
Satoru is already hard again, dick flushed and dripping onto the sheets. He whines and presses his hips into the mattress, rutting into the bed. Suguru pulls his fingers out with a wet squelch and hauls Satoru's hips back up. Satoru whines at the loss of sensation from both his ass and his cock.
Suguru tuts, "You know you can't get off until I tell you to, Satoru. Stay still."
Satoru huffs and clenches his jaw, pressing his face into the pillows, determined to behave.
Suguru loves it when he's like this–pliant and docile, following every command. Maybe he should give Satoru praise more often. He rewards Satoru's obedience by shoving his fingers back into him and spreading him wide, thrusting his tongue into his stretched hole, tasting lube and sweat and Satoru.
Satoru moans into the pillows, legs shaking. But he doesn't move.
"Good, Satoru. God, you taste incredible," Suguru says, using the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe from Satoru's balls to his hole.
He drags his teeth over the sensitive rim, still fucking Satoru on his fingers. He changes rhythm and angle based on the sounds Satoru makes, on the way his thighs clench on each thrust. He's worked him open well. Satoru is pulling him in so perfectly. So, he adds a third finger. Satoru grunts at the intrusion, fists clenched so hard he could tear the mattress in two.
Suguru spreads his fingers apart, stretching Satoru as wide as he can, wanting to make sure he's ready to take all of Suguru. He could stay here forever, watching his fingers slide in and out, listening to the squish of lube and the soft whines pouring from Satoru's mouth. But his own cock is hard and aching, bobbing useless between his thighs, and Satoru is lying there, needy and wanting and divine, and well, who is Suguru to deny his god an offering of devotion?
Suguru pulls his fingers from Satoru, watching his hole clench around nothing.
"Noo." Satoru whines, rocking his hips back weakly.
Suguru rises to his knees, shushing Satoru with a kiss to his lower back. He wraps one hand around Satoru's hip, caressing his hip bone gently. The other comes to wrap around the base of his cock, lining it up with Satoru's hole. He drags the head up and down, slowly, he wants to make Satoru wait, wants to make him plead and beg.
Satoru responds perfectly, grinding back into Suguru with a whine, "Suguru, just fuck me already."
Suguru laughs, not even bothering to correct Satoru's poor manners, and pushes in, watching in awe as Satoru stretches open around the fat head of his cock. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of this; having the most powerful being in the world at his command, bent over ass up, pleading to be fucked by Suguru. It's a heady rush, adding to the heat already churning in his stomach.
He presses in and backs off a few times, just the tip. He knows he's being arrogant and greedy, but he can't help it—he just loves to hear Satoru beg.
"Suguru, please, Suguru, please," Satoru chants over and over. His thighs are shaking with the effort of not pushing back. He's being so patient.
Suguru presses in deeper, head going hazy as he fills Satoru, enveloped by his tight walls. He bottoms out with a groan, hips flush against Satoru's ass. He leans over Satoru's back so he's pressed in even deeper and nuzzles at the short hairs at the base of his neck.
"Pretty boy, you take me so well," he purrs with a circle of his hips. "Feel so good wrapped around me. So tight. Love filling you up."
Satoru sighs and pushes back into Suguru, fucking himself on Suguru's cock. Suguru pulls back to watch his dick going in and out of Satoru's hole as he slides himself up and down his length, rim catching on Suguru's girth. It's dirty and obscene and probably borderline sacrilegious to defile something as divine as Satoru. To ruin him with something so base as carnal desire. But Suguru really doesn't have it in himself to care.
He grabs Satoru's hips hard enough to bruise and pulls out until just the tip of his cock is left inside before slamming back in. Satoru grunts in surprise, falling forward, but Suguru is there to hold him up as he pounds into him relentlessly. Fast and rough, just how Satoru likes it. He's moaning, head thrown back, meeting each of Suguru's thrusts perfectly, back arched like a pornstar, toes curling. Suguru grips a fistful of Satoru's hair, tugging his head back further, holding him up as he fucks into him. He trails his teeth along Satoru's exposed throat and bites down at the junction where neck meets shoulder, sucking a deep bruise into his pale skin. Suguru can feel the pleasure building in his spine, threatening to spill over, but he doesn't want to stop, can't stop, rutting into Satoru like a crazed animal.
Satoru is crying again underneath him, tears running down his neck, dripping into Suguru's mouth where he's latched on like a parasite. Suguru wants to see, no, needs to see, his pretty Satoru ruined. He pulls out, immediately missing the warmth, the tight embrace of Satoru around him.
Suguru flips Satoru onto his back and lets his eyes wash over him, drinking him in. His bright blue eyes are puffy and red, bright lashes stuck together with tears. The marble expanse of his skin is covered in bruises and scratches and the crescents of Suguru's nails. His perfectly sculpted body is sprawled out, long limbs limp against the mattress. His cock rests against his stomach, flushed and hard and dripping. Satoru really is a marvel, singular in his beauty. Had Suguru been a poet, Satoru would be the only muse he'd ever need.
Suguru hooks a hand under Satoru's knee and bends his leg up, feeling the muscles shift under his hand. He leans down and lines himself back up with Satoru's hole, it's puffy and red, and dripping with lube. It's absolutely filthy. Satoru lets out a soft whimper as Suguru presses against him, tears welling in his eyes again. He reaches up, fingers grasping blindly for Suguru's arm.
"Just a little more, baby, I promise." Suguru kisses the inside of Satoru's knee as he pushes into him once more.
It's heaven, it's ascension, it's divine. There's no feeling in the world that can compare to this, to the perfection of the two of them joined together like puzzle pieces, two halves, one whole.
They gasp in unison as he slides in, Satoru clenching around him, head tossed back. Suguru melts into him, Satoru taking and taking, pulling him in as deep as he can go and then deeper still. Suguru tangles their fingers together, holding Satoru down with just his hands and his body weight. He fucks him slow and deep, angled perfectly to meet the sensitive nerves deep inside Satoru with each thrust. Satoru's dick is trapped between them, rubbing over Suguru's stomach, sticky precum painting their skin.
He kisses all over Satoru's face, licking away the salt from his tears.
"My baby, my beautiful baby," he murmurs. "You were made for me, Satoru."
He mumbles nonsense into the crook of Satoru's neck. Telling him how pretty he is, how good he is, how much he loves him. He knows he's being sappy, but he can't help it. He needs Satoru to know. Needs him to hear and feel and taste Suguru's devotion in every inch of his body, know it in every part of his soul.
At the sound of Satoru's voice, Suguru comes back to earth. He's asking for something, whining it over and over.
"S'guru, please. I wanna, I wanna cum." He pleads.
"You can let go, sweetheart. I'm right here." Suguru whispers back, eyes transfixed on Satoru's face.
Satoru does. He comes with a moan, lips forming a soft 'o', as he paints their chest and bellies in his cum. It smears between them, sticking them together. He clenches tight around Suguru, walls squeezing him, fluttering around him in ecstasy, and Suguru is a goner. He follows Satoru's lead, spilling inside him, filling him up with his seed. He presses their mouths together as he finishes, licking into Satoru's mouth as he lies there and just lets him, too dazed to respond.
When he's finally soft, Suguru pulls out carefully, Satoru hissing as he's left empty. Suguru quiets him with a kiss, just a press of his lips. He pads to the bathroom and cleans himself up. There's cum and lube smeared everywhere, drying on his stomach and between his thighs. He knows, as bad as he is, Satoru is probably worse.
He wets a washcloth for Satoru and grabs him a glass of water before returning to bed. He wipes Satoru down, cleaning him up and kissing him everywhere. Satoru, apparently reinvigorated, giggles and swats him away, calling him a sap.
Suguru responds by whacking him in the face with the cum rag.
He changes the ruined sheets as Satoru grumbles, wiping his face with a clean towel. He slides Satoru's blindfold back into place with a kiss to the tip of his nose before wrestling Satoru into a hoodie and sweats. Satoru struggles against him, protesting that he "wants to feel the breeze." Suguru shuts him up by pinning him down and refusing to get off him until he drinks a whole glass of water.
Afterward, they lay tangled together for a while, basking in the dying evening light. Suguru's face is pressed into the crook of Satoru's neck, his whole body weight draped over Satoru. Satoru idly toys with Suguru's hair, running his fingers through the long strands and scratching at his scalp. Suguru never wants to move. If he died right here in this moment, he'd be fine with that.
Of course, Satoru has to ruin it.
Satoru nudges him, "Suguru?"
"Mmm?" Suguru looks up, blinking the fog from his eyes.
"I know that I'm the greatest thing that's ever happened to you and the rest of the world. But what was that all about?"
"What was what about?"
Satoru purses his lips and pitches his voice up, "Ohh, Satoru, you're so beautiful, ooh, I love you so much, oh, Satoru, we're just made for each other." Satoru shoots him a wicked grin.
Suguru feels his face heat and buries it in a pillow. God, did he really sound like that? Yuck.
Satoru cackles, "You could be the lead in a romance with killer lines like that. Really make the ladies swoon."
"Satoru, shut up," Suguru grumbles, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Aww, Suguru, do you have a crush on me?" Satoru asks, batting his eyelashes and fanning his face, playing coy. "Don't be embarrassed, most people do."
Suguru sits up and smacks Satoru with his pillow.
Satoru just laughs harder, clutching his stomach. "Don't be like that, lover boy." He leans in so his nose brushes against Suguru's, an aggravating smirk spreading across his face, "Come on, baby, call me pretty one more time."
Remind Suguru to never compliment the asshole again.