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Satoru chugs another solo cup of beer while scanning the crowd, loud music thrumming through his body as he searches through the sea of gyrating and grinding bodies for a girl pretty enough to waste his time on.
He's on his third beer and is already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. The bass is starting to sound better and the world is looking a little softer around the edges.
As he makes eye contact with a blonde across the room he decides she’ll do.
He makes his way over to her, pushing his way through the crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies until he’s able to wrap his arms around her from behind. She giggles and grinds back against him in time to the beat.
He dances with her for a few songs, enjoying the way she moves and the way her ass looks as it rolls back against him.
She’s hot enough, he thinks as she pushes closer to him and grinds harder against his dick, and she’s got a nice rack, so she’ll probably be a decent fuck. Plus, he’s feeling too good right now to be picky.
However just as he's about to make his move a solid body saddles up behind him.
"Mind if I cut in?"
Satoru’s gaze slides away from the blonde and he turns towards the voice. He finds a pair of stunning dark eyes staring back at him. The eyes belong to a face framed by thick, soft looking, black hair that falls down their back like waves. It's a good face.
Too bad it's attached to a dude.
"I was here first, buddy," he slurs as he turns back towards the blonde only for his eyes to widen in shock when strong hands grab him by the waist and yank him back into a hard chest.
"I don't mind sharing," the man says with a smirk, his eyes glittering with amusement.
By the time Satoru’s brain is able to boot back up he's been spun around and pressed up against the body in front of him.
"Uh..." is all he can get out before his arms are pulled up and his hands are placed on broad shoulders and a strong grip wraps around his hips.
When he looks back towards the blonde, he sees her already walking away, but the man in front of him is looking straight into his eyes and smiling at him.
Satoru feels a jolt of indignation and annoyance flare up in his chest.
Not only is he watching a hot piece of ass walk away from him, but also this random stranger is using the moves he himself usually pulls on girls to try and seduce him.
The fucking nerve.
"Just who do you think you are?!" he snaps as he tries to pull away only for his hips to be tugged forward, forcing him to stay put.
"You can call me Suguru," the man purrs and then grinds his hips against Satoru's in time to the beat of the music.
Satoru stutters, his words caught in his throat, he wants to argue more, to tell him he’s not into guys but he’s honestly too drunk to bother.
Plus, he thinks if he squints his eyes enough he can almost pretend he's dancing with a girl.
A girl built like a brick shithouse, but a girl nonetheless.
It's not the first time he's had a guy hit on him, so it's not a big deal.
Everyone wants a piece of this after all.
"I don't have a name to give," he replies as he finally starts to move along with him.
The man laughs and his grip on Satoru's hips tighten. "Alright, I'll just call you gorgeous, then," he says as he pulls him closer.
“I’m not into guys," Satoru snarks as he rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back to expose his neck.
Suguru's eyes flash and he grins at the sight before him. "Are you sure? You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit."
Satoru blushes and glares down at him. "This isn't gay," he hisses and digs his fingers into the man's shoulders. "This is just dancing, nothing else."
“You stole me away from my dance partner," Satoru reminds him as he rolls his hips forward to meet his, swaying to the beat of the music.
"You seemed bored with her," the man counters as his gaze flits between Satoru's mouth and his eyes.
"Well, I wasn’t," he manages to reply with a huff, the heat of the room starting to make his clothes stick to his skin.
“In fact I was just about to take her upstairs before you came along.”
"I'm glad I did, then," Suguru says with a smirk. "You look far better in my arms than you would've in hers."
Satoru laughs at the audacity of the man before him. "You sure don’t know when to give up do you?” He mocks before sliding his hands down the other man's chest.
The muscles under his hands are firm and he hums and leans in closer to him. He smells good, Satoru drunkly thinks he could definitely find it in himself to let him suck him off.
Dude or not.
Suguru chuckles and Satoru allows his eyes to flit over his frame. He takes in the strong jaw, the plush lips, the lean torso, and the long hair…
Eh, close enough, he could always just fuck him from behind.
He lets out a long suffering sigh as the man slides his hands lower, down his sides, grabbing at his waist. His body is buzzing, a warm feeling starting to spread across his skin.
"Well, since you're so desperate," Satoru drawls as he hooks a finger through the belt loop of Suguru's jeans.
"Why don’t we take this somewhere more private."
X
Satoru couldn’t tell you how they got past the bodies on the dance floor so quickly and into a random bedroom upstairs, but somehow, they did, and now here they are.
With Suguru on his knees, mouth wrapped around his dick.
Satoru is slumped against the bed, his legs shaking and his head spinning from the amount of alcohol he's had. He moans as his hips stutter, trying to push deeper into Suguru's mouth.
He leans forward to get a better view and lets out a breathless gasp. "Fuck...you're good," he pants.
He doesn't care if he's praising a man right now, the pleasure is too good and the alcohol is making him too stupid to be bothered.
His hand slides down into the thick mass of hair bobbing between his thighs and pulls on it roughly, making Suguru moan around his cock.
"Ah...yeah," Satoru gasps as the vibrations of the moan shoot through his dick and make his hips stutter and twitch.
"So good," he whimpers as his head drops back and his mouth falls open in pleasure.
The warmth and the pressure are building fast and he can already feel his climax creeping up on him so he yanks at Suguru’s hair to get him to stop, not wanting to come yet until he’s inside.
He’s fucking something tonight, if it’s the last thing he does.
Suguru pulls off of him, his lips slick and shiny with spit and precum, and wraps a hand around his length, pumping him steadily.
"Already?" he asks with a sly grin. "Didn't think I'd get you so worked up."
Satoru huffs and tries to roll his hips up into the grip around him, but it's held just out of reach.
“Uh huh, whatever just turn around so we can get this over with already,” he says while sitting up on the bed and reaching for the lube packets he keeps on him at all times.
Fucking a guy can’t be that different from fucking a girl right?
Just as he gets them out they’re suddenly snatched from his hand and he’s pushed back onto the bed with Suguru's grinning face above him.
He leans forward until their noses are almost touching and his grin morphs into a smirk.
"I think you’re a little confused on who’s fucking who here," he breathes against Satoru's lips, his eyes dark and glittering in the dim lighting.
Satoru blinks and his mind goes blank.
"I- what?" he stammers out, his face flushing a deep red.
Suguru lets out a low laugh.
"I said,” he begins, while yanking Satoru’s pants the rest of the way off. "I'm going to fuck you."
He lets out a small oof when strong hands grab his thighs and push them to his chest.
“Woah- Hey wait a minute buddy," Satoru exclaims, his face turning a darker shade of red, his eyes widening as his heart jumps up into his throat.
The grip on his legs is strong and Satoru can't move no matter how hard he tries, his drunken limbs useless.
Suguru is kissing his way down his thighs and spreading them open, completely exposing him.
He flushes and squirms, the embarrassment from being so vulnerable making him want to cover up.
"Relax," Suguru purrs as he kisses his inner thigh. "I'm going to make you feel so good, gorgeous."
His eyes widen in horror as the sound of the packet being torn open echoes though the room and he barely has time to blurt out a 'wait a second' before a finger is being pressed into him.
He gasps and flinches at the sensation, his whole body going stiff and his toes curling.
"Hey! Wait!" He tries again as he wiggles and fights against the grip holding him in place.
"What's wrong?" Suguru asks innocently as he pumps the single digit in and out slowly, dragging it along the tight, clenching walls of Satoru's entrance.
Satoru whimpers and tries to pull his hips away,“This is…I’m not—”
Suguru ignores his sputtering and leans down, licking a long stripe up his cock and swirling his tongue around the tip before swallowing him back down as he adds a second finger.
Satoru throws his head back with a choked scream, his legs jerking and his hands grabbing at the sheets as his entire body tenses, the dual sensation of the fingers and the mouth around him too much.
It doesn't take long for him to become incoherent, especially when Suguru’s fingers crook just right and hit something deep inside him.
"Ahh" He gasps and his hips buck, trying to fuck himself deeper onto the digits.
What the fuck was that?
Suguru hums around his cock, his eyes rolling up to watch Satoru's expression as he continues to stretch him, adding another finger as he rubs at his prostate until he's a whimpering, sobbing mess.
"Please—," he whines, and he doesn’t even know what he's begging for. All he knows is that it's too much and not enough and he wants something, anything.
Suguru pulls his fingers out with an obscene squelch and sits up.
"So pretty," he coos.
Satoru barely hears him over the buzzing in his ears, his whole body trembling.
He feels himself being flipped on his stomach, and then his hips are pulled up, thighs pushed apart.
Everything’s moving too fast for his drunken mind to process, he thinks he might pass out.
“I’m about to rock your world baby,” Suguru purrs, hands grabbing at his hips, his thumbs digging into the swell of his ass.
He feels something blunt pressing against his hole and he looks over his shoulder, into a pair of smug brown eyes before mumbling a disbelieving, “what the fuck?”
X
Satoru would like to have it put on record that he’s not gay.
He isn’t.
Even if he does have a guy's dick up his ass, he's still not gay.
The guy in question is currently thrusting into him like his life depends on it, making him choke on his own spit as the headboard smacks against the wall.
It's good, great even. The stretch and the fullness has him hitting notes he didn’t even know he was capable of and the angle is perfect, hitting him just right with every thrust.
But still.
He's not gay.
He's not, even though he’s currently muffling his sobs into a drool soaked pillow, his body bouncing with every brutal snap of Suguru's hips.
He's not, even though his vision is blurry from the tears streaming down his face, the pleasure overwhelming him, his second orgasm crashing into him with an intensity that has his body spasming, and his voice breaking around the sounds tearing their way out of his throat.
"So fucking good, such a good boy," Suguru moans as he grabs his hair and pulls, yanking his head back.
“S-slow do—ahh!” he sobs as his back arches, his body trembling, as he digs his fingers into the sheets. He thinks Suguru is trying to kill him with the way his thrusts have increased in pace, his grip on his hips tightening.
This is absurd.
He came to this party to get his dick wet, yet somehow ended up getting absolutely railed to death by some random dude instead.
He lets out a wail of distress.
"Shhh," Suguru coos, somewhere close to his ear, mistaking his cries of despair for ones of pleasure. "You can take it."
His eyes roll back and he falls completely boneless and pliant, only able to drool into the pillow and let himself be used.
What the actual hell?
What kind of dick is this?
It’s splitting him open, stretching him out, and it's so big and so deep, the mantra of little uh-uh-uhs being fucked out of him the only thing he can manage to get out between sobs.
There’s no space between their bodies, his ass is flush against Suguru's hips and his face is smooshed into the mattress.
Every so often a whispered praise of “good boy” or “so tight,” will filter through the hazy fog in brain as Suguru’s hips slow down and he starts rolling them, grinding against Satoru's prostate, making him wail even louder.
Satoru starts inwardly apologizing to every woman who’s ever had to deal with his bullshit and when that doesn’t work, starts praying to some higher power to save him from this man.
His prayers go unanswered.
He's going to die like this, with a dick up his ass.
“So gorgeous,” Suguru pants, and Satoru feels like he might just start bawling if the other man doesn't shut the fuck up and cum already.
Never again, he’ll never drink again, he swears, not if it ends with him getting fucked six ways to Sunday by the human equivalent of the fucking energizer bunny on viagra.
"Please," he pleads, the words falling out of his mouth, his brain too sex addled to stop them. "I can't take anymore, I'm gonna break!"
It's too much, and he's already came twice and he really can't take it anymore.
Satoru lets out a shriek as the pace of Suguru's thrusts picks back up, a hand sliding under him and gripping his cock.
“One more for me, baby," he groans and strokes him roughly in time with his thrusts.
He shakes his head and chokes out a sob.
"I can't!"
But then the hand around him twists and a thrust nails his prostate straight on and he finds out that he very much can, his voice catching in his throat as his third orgasm is ripped out of him.
He thinks his heart might have actually stopped, his breath coming out in harsh wheezes, as his body goes completely limp, his limbs turning into noodles, and his brain turning into mush.
Distantly he can feel a rush of warmth filling him up as Suguru, the bastard, finally cums inside him.
He whimpers when the other man pulls out and rolls him over, his dick laying limply against his stomach, the head a flushed red and dripping with cum.
He's ruined.
He's ruined and his ass hurts.
Satoru's pretty sure Suguru is talking to him but he doesn't register any of it as he stares up at the ceiling.
Suguru leaves out his line of sight for a minute and then a warm cloth is being wiped over his stomach, his hips, and between his thighs, and a gentle hand is running through his hair.
Murderous blue eyes snap towards the source, ready to give the other a piece of his mind for the absolute assault on his ass, But when his eyes land on Suguru, who's leaning over him with a soft smile on his face, he finds himself freezing, his cheeks heating up.
"You're really cute," Suguru says, and his voice is so soft and sincere, it has Satoru's head spinning even more.
Abort. Abort.
The last thing he needs right now is to catch feelings for a guy, especially with a dick of that caliber.
He won’t survive a second round, plus he’s not gay, and this was a one time thing, a drunken mistake that will never be spoken of again.
But then his traitorous eyes are flicking back towards that pretty face, and he finds himself flushing even more and his mouth moving on its own.
"Thanks," Satoru mumbles shyly. "You too."
Shit.
The tiny Satoru in his head curses at him, pulling at his hair while calling him a moron.
Suguru's grin widens and his eyes are bright and warm, and Satoru finds his breath catching in his throat.
"Hey, can I get your number?"
“No!—say no, Say fucking no!” tiny Satoru screams at him.
"Yeah sure," he hears himself say and the grin on Suguru's face is blinding.
Tiny Satoru groans and promptly bursts into flames.
Fuck!