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Satoru’s been trying to piss Suguru off all day.

Speaking loudly when they should be keeping quiet, scribbling dumb doodles in Suguru’s class notes, interrupting anyone who tries to talk with him, making stupid comebacks at whatever Suguru says…. he’s trying it all.

And the worst part is that Suguru’s not even getting mad at him, but actually engaging and snickering at his antics with that sultry laugh of his. He keeps looking at Satoru in a way he doesn’t really understand, but it is still enough to make his stomach flip and his voice stutter pathetically all the time.

When they finally get to their shared apartment at the end of the day, Satoru drops himself on the couch after changing his clothes—he’s obviously wearing Suguru's favorite sweatshirt and pajama shorts, a last dumb attempt to make Suguru angry. He had a permanent pout on his face by now, irritated that his plans of making fun of Suguru didn’t happen. 

After a few minutes, Suguru sat down next to him after a quick change of clothes. Satoru gazed at his hair, loose in inky waves across his back, a satisfied look on his face after so many nights spent studying. In the next few weeks, they would finally have a proper chance to rest thanks to the summer vacation.

He had the distant impression that Suguru was talking to him, his mouth moving and the faraway sound of his voice telling him the different takeout options they could order to celebrate the start of summer, but Satoru couldn't help but feel a little lost looking into Suguru's eyes. 

"...Satoru."

He always found it curious how they seemed dark brown at first, but when the light hitted just right—just like it was happening right now with the setting sunlight reflecting on the apartment windows and dancing across Suguru's face—you could make out the slight purple hue that adorned his brown gaze. This little detail always distracted Satoru, but today, particularly, he felt hotter than usual. Maybe it was just the summer heat?

"Satoru. Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"

Oh shit.

"Huh? Oh, my bad.” Satoru replied awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed from being caught staring like that. Hopefully Suguru won't think he's a weirdo.

"I just got lost in thought, I think the summer heat is getting to me and all that.” Satoru said, using the same lie he said to himself a few seconds ago, “What were you saying?" 

Suguru looked at him for a moment, his eyes scanning across Satoru’s face, probably trying to read his mind like the freak he is. 

"I was telling you I was thinking of getting some hiyashi ramen for me from that restaurant in Shibuya we went to last week. Do you want anything from there?" He replied after some time, turning his attention back to his cellphone where Satoru could see him scrolling through the food delivery app.

"You can get me any sushi combo with fresh salmon. Shrimp too, maybe," Satoru hummed, suddenly realizing he was really hungry, "Oh, and that edamame dumplings we ate last time too, if they have any. We can share. Just make sure it doesn't have tuna or anything like that,” Satoru said, making a grimace face that made Suguru laugh a little. 

They fall into a comfortable silence after Suguru ordered their food, putting on a random shitty reality show as background noise. Considering it was the beginning of a Friday night and the very start of summer vacation, it would probably take a while before their food arrived.

Satoru began to feel the wind blowing from behind them, the chilly air entering through the windows of their living room and enveloping them in a relaxing feeling. The gentle breeze combined with the faint sound of the reality show (really, how can people watch this?) and Suguru's comforting presence made Satoru start to melt into a puddle on the couch, his limbs feeling heavy and tired.

Just as Satoru was starting to drift off, he felt Suguru shift beside him, adjusting his position and moving closer. There was a small glint in Suguru’s eyes, the kind that tells Satoru he’s in trouble.

”Suguru?”

Suguru settles into his new spot with deliberate ease, an arm sliding around Satoru’s shoulders as if it belongs there. Warm fingers begin to trace along the side of his neck, slow and unhurried, and Suguru looks at him with that expression—

That expression that makes Satoru want to fall apart under his touch. That makes him want to crawl into Suguru’s lap and let him do whatever he wants.

It always scares Satoru how strong he reacts to nothing more than Suguru’s eyes. The way his core tightens, the faint tremble in his lips, the shiver that crawls up his neck, all betraying him far too easily.

He knows he should be used to it by now since Suguru has given him those looks more times than he can count—from the very first time they met and Satoru acted like an brat, he knew Suguru could make him crumble at his feet in seconds if he truly wanted it to. 

Yeah, he should totally be used to this by now.

But there's something different this time. Something more carnal, more electric in the air.

Every other time this type of things happened, he could almost feel Suguru holding himself back from crossing the line of whatever they had going on, of the friendship line they so clumsily created. But this night he didn’t see any restraint or doubt in Suguru’s eyes. Just pure heat.

Maybe he got himself into real trouble this time.

“What got into you today?” Suguru finally asked after what seemed like an eternity of the two of them staring at each other. The question thankfully snapped Satoru out of his thoughts. His underwear was starting to feel concernedly wet already.

”What do you mean?”

”You were acting very weird all day.”

“I was acting very normally.” Satoru responded right away, a hint of annoyance present in his voice. 

“You were being very demanding, actually.” The black haired man corrected, snickering at the big pout Satoru got on his face at the answer.

“I mean, you were the one acting like a little kicked puppy all day,” Suguru continued, smiling in a really mean but also really beautiful way at Satoru. 

The duality of the affectionate tone yet the cruel words made Satoru feel even more embarrassed. He wasn't trying to act needy, he just wanted to make fun of Suguru, okay? But it was apparent the Gods weren't really on his side tonight.

And honestly? Fuck him. Fuck Suguru. He doesn't need this.

It’s not his fault that Suguru didn't fall into Satoru's plan and made his life more difficult with his stupid smile and even more stupid handsome face. Satoru is hungry and tired from the exhausting tests he had to do all day, he deserves some peace and quiet for once.

“You are delusional.” he huffed, starting to get up from the sofa, planning to head towards his bedroom at the end of the hall until the food arrived. If Suguru was going to make fun of him, he'd rather be pissed off alone in his room. And leave Suguru abandoned on the couch missing him. Yeah. That sounds about right.

Suguru stopped him from getting up with a strong hand on his wrist, making Satoru sit on the sofa again, this time much closer than before.

“C’mom Satoru, don’t be like that.” Suguru chuckled softly, running his fingers along Satoru's wrist.

“Then stop making fun of me,” Satoru answered defensively, releasing his hold from Suguru's grasp and crossing his arms over his chest. He hoped the expression on his face was closer to an angry one than a childish pout, “And stop asking stupid questions.”

Suguru only smiled at him, tilting his head to the side with a thoughtful look on his face, “It’s okay Toru’, I'll stop. I don’t need to know.” 

Satoru frowned. “What do you mean?”

The smile that Suguru sended his way was downright evil, making Satoru’s stomach coil on itself.

"Oh, don’t worry. I think I know why you're acting so bratty today." Suguru hummed, smiling sweetly at Satoru. He wrapped his arm around Satoru’s shoulders, running his long, large fingers gently along Satoru's neck. The touch was harmless at first, or at least seemed harmless—

“You just needed my attention, right ‘Toru?” 

Satoru's eyes widened. Suguru said that with such a kind voice, but Satoru could feel the degradation edge that Suguru's words carried, and they were already making him feel light-headed. 

“I… what?” Satoru answered, feeling his cheeks starting to burn up, his body already melting in Suguru’s calculated touch even if the rational side of his brain was short-circuiting and begging him to run to the safety of his room.

Suguru chuckled, a mean smile starting to form on his lips, “You’re so cute Satoru. Did you just get stupid from a little attention?” He got closer to him, his breath tickling Satoru’s face and making him blush even more.

“I— I-I…‘m not stupid” Satoru answered in a really stupid way, mumbling the words and feeling completely brain-fucked from the way his best friend was looking at him. Suguru's pupils were dilated in a way Satoru had never seen, he could smell his cigarettes and mint breath perfectly being this close.

Suguru began to increase the intensity of his caress, now lightly scratching Satoru's neck, his black nails moving back and forth along the skin and hair at his nape— he was probably leaving angry red marks behind his porcelain skin. His other hand got even bolder, splaying himself across Satoru's thigh, his fingers digging a little beneath his shorts, just testing the waters.

Satoru had to bite back a whimper from the feeling of heat Suguru's touch provided, looking at him with hazy eyes. He'd obviously been the object of Suguru's affection and care many times before, but everything felt so different and so much more intense this time. He could barely hold himself together, and they haven't even started.

“You’re right doll, you’re not stupid…” Suguru started again, looking like he was contemplating his next words. But the mean smile he still had on his lips betrayed his false kindness. 

Suguru got closer to his face, his lips brushing against Satoru's when he said his next words.

“You’re just like a little puppy, right? You just need my attention.”

And like. What. 

What was that. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

Why did this just make Satoru’s brain completely shut down? Why can he feel himself twitching around nothing and getting even more wet, goosebumps flaring up all over his skin?

And of course Suguru noticed his change in demeanor, noticed the red in Satoru’s cheeks spreading to his neck and collarbones, making his mean smile get even bigger. Satoru lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, avoiding Suguru’s eyes and trying with all his strength not to rub his legs together and make it obvious how much this is affecting him.

Suguru tugged at his hair a little too hard, forcing Satoru to make eye contact with him again. The hand that was on his thigh moved up a little higher and squeezed, making him blurt out a small whimper.

Suguru presses himself even closer, breathing warmly on Satoru's ear and going back to caressing the back of his neck harder this time, making Satoru feel a little insane. He positions the leg that Suguru is holding on his lap without realizing it.

"I'm right, aren't I Satoru? You are my little puppy?” Suguru tilts his head to the side, blowing a hot breath on Satoru’s neck, making him whimper again, a little louder this time. He can't help but rub his legs together, wanting to relieve some of the pressure on his tdick but only making the urge to be touched even worse.

Would it be too insane if he just sat on Suguru's lap? God, he wants to do it so bad.

"Do you want more of my attention, Satoru?" Suguru muttered in such a caring voice, the venom laced in his words only making it more sweet. He gives him a small kiss just behind his ear, making Satoru shudder violently, the area where he kissed him feeling like it was on fire.

”Want me to make you feel good? Feel seen?"

“Suguru…S’guru I—” Satoru whines, feeling like he's dying, feeling like everything it’s too much but not enough at the same time. He needs Suguru to go away, step back a little and let him breathe. He just can’t think straight with him this close, can’t make his head and mouth collaborate and work properly for him.

But at the same time just thinking about Suguru walking away and not continuing to touch and talk to Satoru like this makes him feel like he might die. He needs to feel more of Suguru, more of his sandalwood scent and more of his mean touch. 

“Mhm, it’s okay doll. I’m right here with you.” He felt another small kiss, now right on his jaw, “You must have felt so sad today, not getting my attention the way you wanted, right?" Another kiss, now on his cheekbone, this one more wet than the others, like Suguru is trying to discover the taste of Satoru’s skin. 

“Y-yeah…” Satoru answered dumbly, not even realizing what he’s saying, his tongue heavy, Suguru’s voice turning him into a malleable little thing he could play around however he wanted.

“Let me make it up to you then, mhm? Let me make you feel wanted like you deserve.” Suguru hummed, his breath now tickling Satoru’s face, his eyes boring into Satoru’s soul with an intensity he always had seen many times before. 

But now Satoru could finally understand that glint in Suguru’s eyes.

Love. Affection. Hunger. The desire to finally cross the line of friendship and let their feelings devour each other. 

And Satoru knows that they're mirroring his own.

He wants this, wants to let Suguru consume him whole, to finally take what he wants from Satoru and mark him up as his. 

Another kiss, now gentler and slower, right next to Satoru’s mouth, the heat of the movement making Satoru straight out moan this time. Suguru’s hand is really close to his crotch now, the hand on his nape holding him in place. 

“Just say the word Satoru. Say you want it and I’ll make you feel so good, I promise." Suguru breathed out, his voice trembling and taking a gentler tone, making it clear how much he was feeling affected by all of this too. 

Satoru gripped Suguru's shirt desperately with one hand, grabbing the hand on his thigh with the other and raising it higher, just above his wet pussy. Suguru let out a shuddering gasp, shivering at Satoru's action, cupping him over his clothes in a possessive manner.

"Please" Satoru moaned out, feeling Suguru's breath over his mouth and salivating at the way his best friend was touching him, "S'guru, plea... please" he said, wrecked out, getting more close and kind of climbing on Suguru's lap.

He positioned his legs perfectly around Suguru's torso, sitting on his lap as if it was always his rightful place. And maybe it is. It always was. At every passing second this intense moment extends, it becomes more certain to Satoru that this was destined to happen a long time ago, that he and Suguru are meant to be. 

He wants him. He wants him, he wants him, he wants him… He wants Suguru so badly it almost hurts.

He adjusts himself a little better, so that his pussy is perfectly positioned around the bulge of Suguru's cock, and oh. Oh God. Suguru is hard. And big. It's so so big, and it's rubbing so good against him. Satoru can feel himself gush around nothing, wetting Suguru’s sweatpants and wishing Suguru was inside him already... he just knows he’s going to make him feel so good, press just right at every good spot inside him. 

Suguru is panting like a madman beneath him, a crazy look on his face, like he's barely keeping himself together. Satoru can feel Suguru's cock twitching with the contact they are experiencing, and he can't help but feel a little smug knowing that he's the one making Suguru lose his cool and controlled composure like this. It’s not just him that is losing his mind at the situation.

He smiles down at him, giving a little roll of his hips, grinding down on Suguru. It's just a shy movement, but it's enough to make both of them moan in unison, the air around them becoming hotter. Satoru feels like he’s drooling for Suguru’s cock already, and all he did was feel him above his clothes.

"Are you... Are you without underwear? I can feel you soaking me up." Suguru breathes out, positioning both of his hands on Satoru’s waist and making him grind on his cock again, harder this time. The friction makes Satoru’s cock rub deliciously on the big bulge on Suguru’s pants, making him moan openly. 

"I didn't— didn’t want to… your shorts are more c-comfortable—" Satoru stuttered the words out, his tongue feeling heavier each second that passed. He looked down at them and saw the wet spot that was forming alarmingly fast on their clothes.

Suguru reached behind Satoru's head and grabbed the hair at the back of his nape, pulling hard, eliciting a surprised moan from Satoru.

"My God. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Suguru asked, his mouth moving along Satoru's lips, so close that it was distracting him from what the black haired man was saying.

"I— w-what?" 

Suguru chuckled, pulling Satoru's hair again just to see his eyes rolling back at his head, little desperate noises escaping from his lips.

"Sorry Satoru, I forgot how pathetic you get when you have my attention.” Suguru responded, removing the hand that was on his waist and placing it on Satoru's face, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb.

“I said you're making this on purpose. You’ve been provoking me all day, acting like a little brat just to rile me up.” He said, speaking more slowly, as if explaining something to a child. 

“See where this got you, Satoru? You make me want to ravish you right here on this couch. Would you like that?" His hands begin to squeeze Satoru’s waist, dragging him like he wants and making him grind a few times on top of Suguru’s crotch, losing his mind more and more at the feeling.

His mouth was moving teasingly, lips brushing against Satoru's on purpose, only to pull away when Satoru tried to close the distance between them.

"Suguru! Fuck, stop it, please..." Satoru didn't even know what he was begging for, cheeks burning with shame.

Suguru took pity on him, bringing their faces closer, placing a small peck on top of his nose.

“Shh. I'm right here," He said, rubbing their faces together and going back to caresses Satoru's neck, the act overflowing with love and care.

"What do you want from me, doll?" Suguru's gentle touch did nothing to put out the blazing fire burning inside Satoru's body, but it was enough to ground his mind a little bit, making Suguru's words finally reach to his brain.

​​"Want you. Just you. I—" Satoru stopped, taking a few shaky breaths to compose himself, gulping down all the saliva that was overflowing from his mouth.

"I want you to do whatever you want with me." He breathed out, looking at Suguru with all the trust in the world.  

He wasn't exactly an innocent person. Over the course of his 22 years, Satoru had been in a few relationships. He wasn't new to foreplay or intimacy—he'd just never really gotten there, you know? Like there there? Having sex? He'd dated a few relatively attractive people, but they never sparked that want in Satoru, that desire and trust to give himself completely. There was always something missing.

And now he finally knows what it is. None of them were Suguru.

Satoru was ready to give himself to Suguru completely. He didn't know exactly what he likes or dislikes, what his preferences are, or even what he really wants right now. But he knows Suguru knows. Suguru always knows. His best friend knows him better than he knows himself.

He knows when his migraines are about to show up just by the way Satoru scrunches his nose at the light. Knows his favorite eye drops brand, knows his favorite ice cream flavor (mango with white chocolate pieces, thank you very much), knows how to calm him down when he's on the verge of having a mental breakdown, knows how to convince him to eat better even though Satoru hates vegetables with a passion.

He knows how to touch him, knows how Satoru likes to be treated. How he likes to be heard.

Suguru is the only one who knows how to love Satoru.

His hands squeeze Satoru’s waist, looking at him like he is the most precious thing in the world, holding him like he might break.

And Satoru wants that. Wants Suguru to break him apart and put him together all over again. He is the only one who could do it right. 

Satoru gets closer to his face, closing his eyes as he leaves a kiss right next to Suguru's mouth, mirroring what he did to him a few minutes ago.

"Make me yours, Suguru." Satoru said with his eyes still closed, basking in the warmth radiating from his best friend. His soulmate. He doesn't even stutter when he says it, only the love and want reverberating in his voice.

This is all the permission Suguru needs before he’s claiming Satoru’s mouth with a passionate kiss, his mouth moving slowly and gently, making Satoru melt into Suguru's embrace. He doesn't want to stop. Never wants to stop kissing Suguru. Their make-out session hasn't even started, and Satoru already doesn't want to end, wants to keep feeling Suguru hold him like this, kissing him in such a tender way.

Suguru pulls away after a while despite Satoru’s protests, biting at Satoru's lip and running his tongue over the wound in what was supposed to be a soothing manner, but only makes Satoru want to kiss him more.

He opens his mouth and rubs his tongue against Suguru's lips, mimicking his movements. Only Satoru doesn't stop licking Suguru's mouth, panting in his face and returning to make small thrusting movements with his waist, slowly grinding his pussy into Suguru's clothed cock.

"See? You're really are just like a puppy," Suguru laughed, his mean demeanor coming back ten times stronger, making Satoru’s core throb deliciously and his breath die on his throat. 

Satoru’s fingers tangled in Suguru’s hair, the inky strains feeling like silk under his touch. He makes an experimental pull and the effect is immediate: Suguru lets out a deep groan, grabbing Satoru by his neck and sloping their mouths together again.

The kiss, initially tender, spirals into something sloppy and animalistic—Suguru’s tongue slides against Satoru’s with a raw intensity, like he’s staking a claim, hungry for Satoru’s taste. And Satoru was right behind him, matching his energy perfectly, holding Suguru by his jaw and not letting him stop kissing him even to breathe, pulling his hair to make Suguru turn his head the way Satoru wants him to, sucking on his tongue just the way Suguru seems to like, making him moan and squeeze Satoru’s waist harder.

Maybe all this kissing has Satoru becoming bolder. Or maybe it's the way Suguru's cock is twitching and getting even harder under him. Whatever it is, Satoru finally lets Suguru’s face go, letting him breathe a little. He lets out a breathless laugh, looking at Suguru with half-lidded eyes.

"Yeah, I am your puppy Suguru," he says, trying to imitate the mean and sweet way Suguru always talks to him, perhaps sounding a little brattier than intended, but oh well, that's just how things are with Satoru.

But the effect of his words seems to have been successful, judging by the way Suguru moaned and tightened his grip on Satoru's waist, reaching down with one hand and cupping Satoru's pussy again, making him moan and drool a little, returning to kissing Suguru in a even sloppier and desperate way.

“That’s right, you are.” Suguru breathed out between his kisses, holding Satoru’s head and making him look down at where his hand is squeezing Satoru's pussy, his pajama shorts completely soaked at this point, leaving the outline of his pussy lips visible through the clothing. 

“See how wet you are for me, doll?” He slides his fingers up, making small circles around Satoru’s tdick. 

“O-oh fuck…” Satoru whimpers, chasing the touch of Suguru's fingers desperately, needing more contact.

“Do you want a reward, Satoru? Want me to make it better?”

And like. Fuck yeah. Satoru wants everything Suguru has to give him. At this point he would let Suguru do whatever he wanted with him and would even thank him for it.

“Yes! Yes please. Please, S’guru…” He closed his eyes tightly, feeling Suguru move his fingers faster and harder over his clit, the pleasure increasing and making him let out little whimpers.

“Mm… But do you really deserve this?” 

Suguru stopped his movements abruptly, removing his hand from Satoru's pussy and placing them back on his waist, holding him in place to stop the pathetic way Satoru was humping his clothed cock. Satoru's blue eyes widened in desperation, feeling as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water at him.

“I mean, rewards are only for good boys, don’t you agree, Satoru?” He could feel the way Suguru was holding back his laughter, looking at him with mean eyes, a desire to control him evident. Satoru had a brief notion in the back of his head that he was probably looking really pathetic right now, but he couldn't care less, Suguru's sharp smile was making him feel hot all over again.

“And you've been misbehaving all day, remember? Do you really think you deserve me being this nice to you?” 

And here’s the thing.

Satoru has a big problem. He’s a total sucker for Suguru’s compliments. Always needs him to be proud of him, wants to please him like he needs air to breathe.

Until now, he always managed to hold back these urges at least a little, to make them less obvious. But right now? With Satoru sitting at Suguru’s lap feeling like a needy mess and having a throbbing pussy that needs to be filled immediately? He will literally do anything to make Suguru happy and give him his reward. Yeah, he can do this. Can do whatever Suguru wants him to.

“I’m sorry Sugu, so so sorry.” He says in his best attempt to sound like a poor thing, puppy eyes and all. “I’ll do whatever you want, I promise."

“Yeah? You’ll be good for me?” Suguru sighs dreamily at his submission, reaching Satoru's cheeks and rubbing them like he's a fragile thing.

“Mhm, I will. I promise.” He holds Suguru’s hand on his face, brushing his knuckles with his long fingers, eating up the affection he was receiving.

“Then kneel in front of me.”

It took Satoru about five seconds to feel surprised by Suguru's request, then he’s dropping himself from Suguru's lap and into the fluffy carpet beneath him, crouching in front of his best friend, his strong legs on either side of Satoru’s head. The obvious bulge in his pants was making Satoru's mouth salivate a little.

“Good boy.” 

The pathetic mewl that came out of Satoru's mouth would probably have made him feel ashamed in any other moment, but right now all Satoru could think about was that he was satisfying Suguru, his need to please growing even more.

Suguru looks down at Satoru like he wants to devour him; despite that, his touch is gentle and grounding. He starts running his fingers through his snowy hair, cups the back of his head, testing the waters of how much Satoru was comfortable with all of this, how sure he is.

And Satoru has never been so sure in his life, feeling completely comfortable in this position. He tilts his head into Suguru’s hand, nuzzling affectionately towards him… then he’s nudging at Suguru’s covered cock with his cheek, looking at Suguru pleased at the way he can feel the man twitching at the contact.  

“Want me to prove how sorry I am?” He asks, rubbing his nose over Suguru’s dick, inhaling the musky scent of his best friend, feeling his mouth start to water more.

"Oh fuck" Suguru moans out, tilting his head to the ceiling, trying to regain his thoughts. He can see Suguru's Adam apple bobbing. 

Satoru smiles at him, pleased at the reaction. He nuzzles at Suguru's dick once more, breathing out a shuddering sigh, making Suguru turn his head back down to look at Satoru again.

“Do you want me to blow you, Sugu?” Satoru places small kisses over Suguru’s dick, “Make you feel really good?” He lets his lips catch on his sweatpants, gets bolder at the way Suguru’s hips buckle a little, starts licking and pressing open mouthed kisses at his clothed length as he tugs Suguru’s waistband lower, toying with him.

“Uh-huh.” Suguru says, looking like the dumb one for once, staring at him like he might die if Satoru doesn’t get his mouth around Suguru’s dick at any time soon.

Fortunately, the feeling is mutual.

Satoru tugs Suguru’s sweatpants out of the way, leaving him only on his black boxer briefs. He starts pressing more wet kisses above the thin fabric, feeling him up with his hands. He gets to the head of his cock where a damp spot is visible on the fabric and presses his tongue on it, moaning at the taste of precum evading his tastebuds. 

It’s safe to say Suguru is losing it. He grabs Satoru's face with shaking hands, turning his head up so he’s looking at him.

“Toru’, stop teasing.” He pleaded, letting out a choked sound at the way Satoru was looking at him.

”Sorry Suguru,” Satoru hummed with a sing-song voice, the look in his eyes making Suguru’s cock kick a little. He holds around the waistband of Suguru’s boxers, pulling them down in a quick motion and letting them fall around Suguru’s feet. The sudden movement makes Suguru jerk a little, his hard cock bobbing up against his stomach, precum catching at the tip. 

If Satoru could, he knows he would have hearts in his eyes right now. 

Suguru’s cock is perfect. Big and pretty. Veiny. Slightly leaning to the right. Completely perfect and made for Satoru. He can feel his brain shutting down and his mouth watering. If he doesn’t have Suguru’s cock in his throat in the next five minutes he’s going to lose it.

Satoru tongue darts out to taste Suguru precum directly from the source, his hand grabbing the shaft teasingly and rubbing his lips and tongue all over the head of his cock, moaning at the pure taste of man, of Suguru’s skin. The feeling of Suguru’s cock being the close of his mouth making him feel crazy for more.

He looks up at Suguru through his white lashes at the same time he closes his mouth at Suguru’s cockhead, sucking a little like it’s the lollipops he likes so much—the same ones he knows Suguru is always sneaking glances whatever he has one around his mouth. Suguru groans, cock pulsing in his hands. Satoru leans back and starts licking at the bottom of his shaft all the way to the head, sucks at it a little bit again, plays with the foreskin, licks it with the flat of his tongue.

Suguru starts stroking his hair while Satoru keeps licking all over Suguru’s cock, obsessed with the flavor and the way Suguru keeps grunting, his hips jerking forward unconsciously. When it gets too much, Suguru pushes Satoru’s head out of him, holding his hair and forcing Satoru to look at him.

“Having fun slobbering up all around my cock, Satoru?” Suguru asks, running his fingers on Satoru’s lips, biting out a groan when Satoru starts sucking and nibbling at his thumb. 

“Yes sir, 'want more please.” Satoru hummed, smiling at the way Suguru shivered, realizing he really enjoys looking at him from below.

Before Suguru could say anything else—like ask where the fuck the “yes sir” thing came from—Satoru is grabbing at the base of Suguru’s cock, closing his mouth around the head and sucking hard, pulling out with a loud pop.

“Shit, I love the way you taste.” 

Suguru grows, pulling at Satoru’s hair. “Yeah? You want more?”

“Fuck, please.” 

Then Suguru does something Satoru couldn't imagine even in his wildest dreams—he grabbed his face roughly, opening his mouth with a hand on his chin and spitting right into Satoru's mouth, his saliva burning up on Satoru’s tongue. The depravity of the act made Satoru moan like a slut, his eyes rolling back into his skull.

“Swallow.” 

Satoru followed the command without thinking twice, gulping Suguru's spit like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. He sticks out his tongue right after.

“Yeah, just like that. Good fucking boy.” Suguru stroked Satoru's face, making him blush hard at the praise. It's funny how with all the things they're doing now, what really turns Satoru into a blushing mess is Suguru's compliments.

“Want to taste more of me, doll?” Satoru doesn't even lose time answering, just sticks out his tongue again, letting Suguru position his length in front of his mouth. He spits at his own cock, making Satoru chase his saliva, licking it up directly on his shaft. He lifts a hand and starts stroking Suguru with a tight fist, spitting at his cock the same way Suguru did, mixing the precum and saliva to make a nice and smooth glide for Suguru, who throws his head back the sofa armrest moaning loudly, tilting it up down again right after, making the best effort to not lose sight of the show that was happening in front of him.

After Suguru’s cock was all wet with spit and impossibly hard—the big head all red and leaking—Satoru took him into his warm mouth for real, sucking halfway down and coming back up to the head, feeling up the veiny length with his tongue and getting used to the size, repeating the motion again and again.

He was maybe being to sloppy, his eyes already glassy and his mouth slobbering up, making a complete mess out of Suguru’s cock. He can’t keep up for too long, going back for air, edging Suguru, letting the shaft smack at his face and mouth, spreading saliva all over the place. He can see how Suguru is having a hard time controlling himself, hands squeezing the sofa below him. When Satoru gags around him, he grabs his cheeks, pushing him down into the base of his cock with a groan. When Satoru fucks himself deeper, he grabs Satoru hair, controlling his movements and making him moan around the length, the vibrations making a heavenly sensation around his dick. 

Satoru starts to get more bold with each minute passing, the want and hunger in tasting more of Suguru being the only things that he can think of. He slides down into his cock, the head of it knocking against the back of his throat and making him gag a little, moaning at the feeling regardless. He goes back up for air and immediately goes down again, trying to take even more of Suguru's dick, but gagging a little harder again. He pulls off with a shuddering gasp. 

“Toru’,”Suguru groans, cupping Satoru’s face, smearing the mix of precum and saliva all over his lips. “Shit, you’re being so good.”

“Fuck my face, please?” Satoru asks as soon as he takes his breath, feeling a little maniac at the way Suguru is looking at him.

He can see Suguru’s brain kind of short-circuiting.

“I— you— Satoru, fuck,” He shudders out, grabs at Satoru’s face with an even more tender touch, running his fingers around his eyes full of unwashed tears, his white eyelashes wet with the intensity of the moment.

“You don’t need to do this baby,” Suguru said. “This is your first time and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

“But I want to be good to you.” Satoru pouts, making Suguru breathe out a little laugh, looking at him with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Stop being a brat, I don’t want you to get hurt—”

“Suguuuu’… I know you will make it good. Know you would never hurt me.” Satoru interrupts him, whining, trying to make Suguru understand how much he wants to do this for him, how much he needs to do this for himself.

“Please fuck my mouth, want to feel you on my throat so fucking bad.”

To prove his point, Satoru gathers some saliva in his mouth, sticking his tongue out and letting it drip down on Suguru’s cock, spreading it with his hand all over his shaft without stopping eye contact with Suguru. He can see Suguru’s pupils dilating, his brown eyes getting black with the scene in front of him. He grabs his cock from Satoru’s hand and starts rubbing against his cheek, tapping the cockhead next to Satoru’s mouth.

“You really want it, huh? What a slut.” Satoru bit his lip to keep from moaning, watching Suguru’s mouth twist into a smile. “If it gets too much, you’ll tap your fingers on my leg twice and I’ll stop. You understand?”

“Yeah. Fuck, c’mon.” Satoru breathed out, already opening his mouth, waiting for Suguru to put his cock in.

"Oh, just one thing before we start." Suguru says, pulling his cock away from Satoru's mouth and letting out a satisfied snicker at the way Satoru follows after it desperately. So little work to make his pretty best friend become a little cock-slut for him.

“While I'm fucking your mouth, you will keep eye contact with me all the time. Got it?”

Satoru only nodded dumbly, letting out a small whimper and closing his eyes at the way Suguru pulled at his hair. 

“Use your words Satoru.” Suguru demanded, returning to tap his cock into Satoru's mouth, spreading his precum on his lips as if it were lip gloss.

“Y-yeah! Yes, I got it S’guru.” Satoru said desperately, blinking his eyes. 

Suguru's commanding tone was reaching his mind again, making him delirious with pleasure. He'd always considered himself a proud person, one who wouldn't accept being controlled by anyone.

And, honestly? He knows he is that kind of person—it just happens that he also really doesn't mind if Suguru dominates him. Thinking more seriously about it, he must be the only person in the entire world who would make him surrender like that.

“Good job, my pretty doll.” Suguru positioned his cock in front of Satoru’s mouth again, wrapping his fingers around his hair, gently pushing his head down on his length, testing how much Satoru could take.

He began to slowly lower Satoru onto his cock, pulling his head back up every time Satoru choked too much, letting his throat slowly adjust to the large size. He created a slow, hot rhythm like this, watching Satoru take more and more of him at each moment, looking at him like he was having the time of his life.

"Look at my pretty Satoru, taking everything like a good boy." He lowered him a little further than before, his throat vibrating with the moan he released at the compliment. His eyes, though watery, were still maintaining eye contact just as Suguru ordered him to.

"I knew you would look good with cock in your mouth." He pulled his head up again, giving Satoru a brief pause for breath. "Knew you would look good with my cock around your mouth," Suguru corrected, lowering him onto his cock again before he could reply.

"You were made for this, made for me." Suguru breathed out dreamily, his abdomen contracting at the sight of Satoru sniffing around him, humming and relaxing his throat to take more of him.

"Isn’t that right, Toru’? You are my pretty cock-slut." He growled, pulling Satoru up and then immediately down again, hard and fast, finally seating Satoru’s head at the base of his dick. His pink lips were wrapped around his length obscenely, his throat accommodating all of Suguru's big cock. He took a deep breath at the lewd sight, letting out a loud moan at the feeling of Satoru's throat contracting with the small pleasure sounds coming out of him.

"Fuck, you're so perfect for me, baby." Suguru said reverently, his eyes overflowing with love, watching Satoru's eyes roll to the back of his head at the compliment, his mouth full of cock moaning around it. 

Suguru began to fuck his mouth brutally without warning, thrusting his hips up and making Satoru take him even further into his mouth, his soft palate being completely overstimulated by Suguru's thrusts.

The pleasure of feeling Suguru using his mouth, hearing his moans of pleasure, and the hand in his hair constantly keeping him in place so Suguru could continue fucking him made Satoru completely lose his mind. He kept releasing small whimpers in the back of his throat, his hands holding on wherever they could, gripping Suguru's thighs, caressing his heavy balls, squeezing his pecs.

The pressure in his pussy became too much for him to bear, making he rub himself on the floor lewdly, trying to relieve his itching core.

Suguru noticed the movement of Satoru's waist immediately, letting out a mocking laugh, fucking Satoru's mouth even harder.

"I was fucking right, huh? God, just look at you." Suguru pressed the sole of his foot against Satoru's pussy, giving him something to grind against.

"Humping my leg just like a bitch in heat," Suguru mocked, watching Satoru thrust against him desperately, his cock catching on Suguru's toes, pajama shorts completely ruined by this point, his pussy visible through the soaked fabric.

Satoru did his best to keep looking at Suguru, but his eyes kept closing in pleasure, tears forming and streaming freely down his face.

"Be a good slut and keep looking at me, Toru’.” Suguru moaned, smiling like a predator at the way Satoru instantly followed without command.

"Oh yeah, just like that. Take it like a good puppy." 

His thrusts began to lose rhythm, becoming sloppier and messier, his abdomen contracting with the constant stimulation, his moans becoming louder and breathier.

"S-Satoru— Toru’, fuck— w-where… where do you want me to—“ Suguru more whimpered than asked, holding himself back from coming, trying to pull Satoru's head up—

Satoru simply swallowed Suguru's dick down, watching him with hungry eyes, running his tongue over the veins of his shaft and moaning around his cock.

He wanted— no. He needed to feel Suguru's cum in his mouth.

Suguru began to moan desperately, returning to fuck his best friend's mouth sloppily.

“O-oh fuck, fuck fuck—“ Suguru chanted, thrusting into Satoru's mouth one, two, three times before stopping his movements, pouring all of his cum down Satoru's throat, keeping him seated on his cock with a hand on his nape.

He watched Satoru trying his best to drink all of Suguru's release, choking and moaning at the salty and delicious taste of Suguru's seed. Satoru wanted to be good for him. Wanted to drink every last drop of what Suguru had offered him.

With the feeling of his best friend’s cum on his tongue, Satoru could only imagine how delicious it would be for Suguru to cum deep in his hole, to fill him up and claim him from the inside out.

The thought made Satoru moan desperately around the still hard cock in his mouth, increasing the speed of the circles his clit was making on Suguru's toes. He felt the dam of his pleasure explode out of nowhere, his orgasm hitting him suddenly. His pussy contracted around nothing, his tdick pulsing with his release. He moaned around Suguru's still twitching cock, dragging his waist down hard on Suguru's feet, ridding his orgasm with a shaky rhythm.

"Did you just…" Suguru looked at him in surprise, his eyes wide, mouth agape, unable to believe that Satoru had come just from having his mouth fucked and a little humping. He gently pulled Satoru's head off his cock, wiping away the wet mess that had become Satoru's face.

"Suguruuu…" Satoru whined, looking at him with sparks in his eyes, still trembling from his release. Suguru gently pulled Satoru off the floor, cooing and settling him comfortably on his lap, stroking his knees tenderly, which had turned red from all the time he'd been crouching on the floor.

"Shhh, come here Toru’, you were so good, took me so well." He said reverently, kissing all over Satoru's face, leaving small pecks at his mouth, sucking at his tongue when Satoru opened his lips for him.

“You are such a perfect boy, sucked my cock just right.” He said when they stopped kissing after some time, their breaths still shaky, words slurred, but their eyes were still reflecting the same glow—so much love and so much care echoing between them, their touches so sweet and passionate. “Let me reward you Satoru, want to make you feel good too.”

"But I already came," Satoru said innocently, looking at Suguru with reverence, his voice small and fragile from his orgasm.

"Oh doll, but you deserve so much more," Suguru said, his voice almost sounding like he wanted to cry. He took Satoru's hand, kissing his knuckles, smiling at him when Satoru whined. He flipped them around, positioning Satoru on his back on their sofa carefully, arranging the cushions so he would be more comfortable.

The sun had long since set, leaving the sky a mix of purple and blue, the last rays of the day dancing on the walls of their apartment. The lamps that automatically turned on when it got dark lighted up, casting a warm, yellow glow subtly around them.

Suguru leaned between Satoru’s legs, brushing his slightly sweaty hair from his forehead and cupping his face adoringly. Satoru felt like he could explode with all the love he was feeling—the love he has been feeling for a long time, since he first laid his eyes on Suguru—words catching on his throat.

Suguru crouched down and captured his lips tenderly, their mouths moving slowly against each other. Suguru barely broke the kiss to remove the shirt he was still wearing, Satoru clumsily following after him, pulling the hoodie over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor along Suguru’s clothes. 

Suguru took a moment to admire Satoru lying beneath him, body flushed all over, only wearing his soaked shorts. His blue eyes were glowing with a tender spark, smiling up at him like he was in love with Suguru.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around Suguru's neck possessively, pulling him down into another kiss, more passionate this time. They tangled back and forth motion, making out and gripping at each other's bodies, feeling the muscles contract under the heated touch. They kept breaking the kiss with bites at their swollen lips, one trying to dominate the other in a heated dance. Satoru was slurping at Suguru's tongue like he was obsessed with him, while Suguru gripped at Satoru’s jaw like he wanted to claim his mouth, his body, the air around them slowly became warm and wet.

Suguru broke the kiss once more, making Satoru whimper needlessly, but he quickly shuts him up by starting to mark Satoru's neck, leaving purple and red marks all around his throat, coloring his previously untouched white skin.

And like. Satoru likes to think of himself as a very mature person (though his friends vehemently disagree). He never understood the appeal of having his skin marked with hickeys, the gesture seeming childish to him— he simply had trouble believing it could bring someone pleasure.

He was obviously wrong.

Like. So wrong is kind of embarrassing. 

Satoru gasps at the feeling of Suguru's teeth biting him, his warm tongue licking the wounds in a mocking way of soothing his pain. He twists his neck to the side, giving Suguru more access to do whatever he wants, his mind repeating "mark me up, mark me up, mark me up" over and over again.

Taking advantage of the moment Satoru is distracted, Suguru slides his hands down his torso, cupping his pecs with warm hands. He disconnects his lips from Satoru’s neck, kissing and licking down his chest, coming face to face with his pretty chest. He licks his left nipple, sucking it into his mouth right after when he hears Satoru mewling weakly, following the lines the tape left behind with his fingers.

Satoru grabs Suguru's hair with trembling hands, basking in the sensation of Suguru's tongue worshiping such a intimate part of him. Suguru lets his nipple go with a pop, moaning when Satoru pulled at his hair, directing his face back to his chest, little please’s leaving his mouth.

“Your chest is so pretty, Toru’. So strong and muscular.”

Suguru goes to the other nipple, alternating between sucking them both, scrapping his teeth over them, making Satoru arch his spine into his touch, moaning even more.

"A-ahn, oh G-god... fuck, lick me more S'ugu..."

Suguru closed his teeth around Satoru’s nipple, biting down hard. Satoru gasped, brain scrambling, tears starting to form in his eyes at the flash of pain.

"Fuck! Suguru— Again, again, ag—anh!" Satoru half screamed half moaned, feeling Suguru mark him up in love bites all around his chest. A little bit of blood comes out in a particular hard bite, and Suguru laps up at it like it’s nectar, moaning at the taste. He begins to take turns abusing one nipple and another, listening to Satoru's moans of pain and pleasure with a sick satisfaction.

He’s going to ruin Satoru. Make him only think of him, not want anyone else ever again. Mark him up forever.

“After tonight, your body will not be able to feel pleasure with anyone else.” Suguru says into his skin manically, sliding from his chest and leaving open mouthed kisses on his awake, going down in the direction of his stomach.  

Suguru kisses over his tummy, licking at his belly button and biting down hard again, making Satoru whimper and pull at his hair, his hips bucking and tdick throbbing. Suguru keeps sucking hickeys and biting at his soft skin, rejoicing as he sees the white skin become marked up by his love.

“I’m going to make you mine tonight, Satoru.” 

He finally finds himself in front of his clothed crotch, his hot breath making Satoru open his legs, giving more space to Suguru. He can see Satoru's pussy lips more clearly through the fabric of his shorts like this, his cunt throbbing like crazy.

“Poor thing, you're completely soaked," Suguru breathed out over his clothed pussy, opening his mouth and letting the tip of his tongue circle Satoru's tdick, feeling the perky nub twitching.

Satoru moaned, wiggling around so uncontrollably that Suguru is forced to hold him down on the sofa, his hands digging into his waist and legs, keeping him open and pretty for Suguru to taste. Satoru positions his plush tights around Suguru's head, his toes curled up from pleasure. 

He leans up for a moment to tie his hair in a quick, messy bun, not wanting anything to disturb him from the feast he's about to have between Satoru's legs. He goes back down on him as soon as Satoru starts whining at him, breathes heavily again, kissing all over the trail of curvy white hair leaning down Satoru's stomach. 

He takes a few bites around Satoru's thighs, not wanting to leave any surface of his beautiful skin without the marks of Suguru’s belonging. The plush muscle melts away in his mouth, the screams of pleasure Satoru lets out only encouraging him more. After he is satisfied with his job, he positions his hands around the waistbands of Satoru’s shorts and pulls down, revealing all of Satoru to himself.

He finally sets his eyes on Satoru’s pussy, falling in love with it instantly—it has a soft, pink color to it, some white pubic hair sitting smugly just above his pretty cock, who is jumping like crazy, begging to be touched. He dips his head down Satoru's happy trail, breathing into the musky, almost sweet scent of him, his mouth watering almost immediately. He thinks that just this moment is enough for Suguru's brain to develop a pavlov response over Satoru's scent. 

He realizes he's probably been staring for too long, because he gets a hard tug at his hair and an impatient whine from above. He laughs at his antics; of course, Satoru would be a brat even during sex. 

“What’s the matter, doll? You want something from me?” He looks at him, tilts his head to the side as if he doesn't understand what Satoru wants.

“Y-you said I would receive my reward! Why are you– ah!”

Suguru spits at Satoru’s pussy, spreading his saliva with a hard tug of his middle and index finger.

“That’s right. I promised to make you feel good, didn’t I?” 

Another spit. He spreads it all over Satoru’s little tdick, mixing it up with his slick, making Satoru throb around nothing. 

“Don’t worry puppy, I’m gonna give it to you.”

Suguru may seem to be in control of the situation, but the desperation was getting to him too. He needs to taste Satoru. Have to taste him right now or he will lose his fucking mind.

He dips his hands around Satoru's pussy, opening his lips and letting out a deep moan when he licks him all the way up from his hole to the perky cock, circling it with his tongue. He does it again and again, feeling Satoru's things closing around his head, his pretty mouth letting out moan after moan, his fingers wrapping themselves around Suguru's inky strands again, pulling and keeping him right where he is.

It’s like Suguru is the puppy now, a pathetic mess for Satoru’s sweet taste, his slick tasting like honey on his tongue.

“God. You taste so fucking good.” Suguru groans between his licks, starting to rub his fingers in Satoru's hole, testing the waters by threatening to penetrate him only to go back and let his pads rub at his entrance, he takes advantage of the moment to lift his face a little and finally take Satoru's expression.

He's graced with a flushed face, his blush spreading down all over his neck and chest. Every surface of Satoru's torso is littered with love marks—Suguru’s love marks—his skin a beautiful mixture of purple and red.

“You promise me to be only mine from tonight on, right Satoru?” 

He goes back to suck at Satoru’s clit before he can respond, flicking his tongue back and forth. He hears Satoru trying to say something above him, crashing out and gasping for air while trying to hump Suguru’s face, unable to do so because of the strong hands holding him in place by the waist.

“Hm? What was that? Did you say something doll?” Suguru asks meanly at the same time he pushes two fingers at Satoru’s pretty pink hole, the wetness from all the spit and slick Satoru is producing making the glide smooth and so pleasurable for Satoru.

"I— Mngh! Oh fuck! I'm yours! I was always y-yours S'guru." Satoru says between moans, gasping and feeling delirious at the fact Suguru is inside him.

Fuck. Suguru is inside him. His thick fingers fucking into him slowly, waiting for him to be accustomed by the intrusion, scisoring inside him and pressing at all the right spots, making Satoru tremble like a leaf.

Suguru groans animalistic, going down on Satoru’s pussy and wrapping his mouth on his tdick, giving it a hard suck, humming around it as his fingers keep fucking Satoru harder and faster. Satoru mewls louder, his spine arching up, and he can’t help it at the way he starts kind of humping Suguru’s hot mouth, holding and pulling at his hair like a life line. Suguru moans at the feeling of sting at his scalp, sending vibrations all over Satoru’s pussy.

He steps back, letting his saliva pool in his mouth before letting it drip slowly at Satoru's cock, making sure to look him in the eyes while he does it. He uses his other hand that is not busy penetrating Satoru to lightly slap at his pussy, landing right at his engorged tdick, the electric feeling of the smacks making Satoru scream in pleasure, his eyes rolling back at his head, vision nearly blacking out.

"Fuck yeah, you are mine Satoru." More slaps land, the pain mixing with pleasure in blurry lines. Satoru vision goes black a little, his eyes hazy with satisfaction. Suguru is looking at him like he's the prettiest thing he's ever seen and is doing things with his poor heart.

Suguru goes back to licking at his pussy with renewed vigor, inserting his tongue on Satoru’s hole, eating him out like he is possessed. Satoru closes his eyes in ecstasy and starts fucking himself back on Suguru’s face, grinding down and rolling his hips on his tongue, looking more and more desperate by the minute.

And then Suguru’s fingers brush against a spongy spot inside Satoru, his blue eyes widening at the same instant, a loud scream coming out of his throat. Suguru notices his reaction instantly, pressing hard on that spot again and again and again. He can almost taste the way Satoru is close, his fingers fucking him faster, tongue feeling his walls twitch around him.

“Su– Sugu… hah, w-wait… something feels weird— I–” Tears are streaming down his cheeks, his core trembling in a way he never felt before.

“It’s okay ‘Toru, let it go.” Suguru soothes him, comes back to fucking his hole with his mouth again, flattens his tongue and goes up to kiss Satoru’s tdick lovingly, enjoying the way Satorus whimpers at the contact. He can feel something building up inside his tummy.

“You can do that for me baby? Can you let your cock come right here on my mouth?”  

Satoru comes. Hard.

He comes all over Suguru’s face, all over their couch as he cries out and thrashes against the cushions, feeling Suguru lapping up at his release greedily. He kind of feels his body levitating at the same time he feels electrified. His cunt feels sore in the best way, and he doesn’t want this feeling to end.

“You taste so sweet Toru’.” Suguru purrs, rising from his pussy to face Satoru again, threading his fingers around his chin and opening his mouth. "Here, try it."

He kisses him then, slow and tender despite having just ravished Satoru. His gentle kiss feels grounding, like a graceful summer breeze, picking up Satoru's small pieces and rebuilding him anew with endless adoration.

They break the kiss when their lungs run out of air, looking at each other with so many unspoken feelings. Suguru starts caressing Satoru’s face and body, helping him out to calm down after the intensity of his orgasm, murmuring sweet words of comfort. 

Satoru reaches out his trembling hand and tucks Suguru's bangs behind his ear, runs his fingers around his sharp jaw, cupping his face and smiling at him, his eyes shining as Suguru returns the gesture.

“I was being serious, by the way.” Satoru says after some seconds, thinking that maybe it would be better to be honest about his feelings now that his heart feels light and the fear of rejection hasn't yet reached his mind.

Still, he can feel his stomach turn cold with the anticipation of what's to come.

“I won’t be yours from tonight onwards because I already belong to you. I am yours for a long time now.” Satoru said, stroking his cheeks.

Suguru is looking at him with wide eyes, and Satoru is really trying to maintain eye contact with him even though he feels like running away. Or jumping out the window. Or both.

He swallows hard, taking a shaky breath before continuing to speak.

“I know I'm a high maintenance person, that I don’t really make things easy for you… or that I am a little too much sometimes.” He can feel tears forming in his eyes, so he blinks hard, trying and failing to make them go away. Suguru let out a strangled sound at the scene, stroking Satoru’s cheeks.

“... But I really love you. Not just as a friend. I mean— as a friend too, obviously. You’re my best friend and all that and I really appreciate our friendship, but what I’m trying to say here is that I love you. Like, I’m obsessed with you.”

Suguru blinks his eyes, open his mouth like he is going to say something but Satoru keeps talking.

“You are my favorite person, the best thing that ever happened to me… You’ve always been by my side taking care of me, you were the first person I told that I was a man… you remember? How you held me that night while i was crying and called me your pretty boy?” Satoru asks, sniffing a little, hating the way the vulnerability is making him feel pathetic. He feels his mouth tremble at the next words.

”And I’m okay at being only your friend. Or fuck-buddy. Or whatever you want. I just wanted to be honest with you and tell you the truth about how I feel. I… I think it is the right thing to do after what we have done.”

Satoru finally breaks eye contact, looking at any corner of the living room except Suguru's face. He can feel his heart beating on his throat.

“Toru’… hey, look at me baby.” Gentle fingers guide Satoru’s face to look back at Suguru, but he closes his eyes tightly, trembling.

He knows what it’s coming— Suguru's inevitable rejection. He telling him they can't be anything more than friends, that Suguru thought they was just having fun, none of it having any importance beyond instant pleasure. Just sex.

And hey, okay. It's okay. Everything is fine. Satoru is fine. He can bear the pain of never touching Suguru with love again if it means he can at least keep him in his life. Holding into his warmth like the Moon gravitates around the Sun. He can live with that, it’s fine. 

“I love you too Satoru.”

“You what?!” Satoru says, louder than he intended to, opening his eyes at Suguru like he just got punched in the stomach.

“Pff, I said I love you too. I have loved you since we were sixteen, Satoru.” Suguru laughs, eyes almost closing. How dare he laugh in Satoru's face at a time like this? That's just rude.

“You WHAT.” Satoru exclaimed again, wrapping his hands around Suguru's shoulders. He was dreaming. He had to be.

“I’m dreaming right now?” Satoru asks stupidly, making Suguru laugh at his face again. Satoru can’t even get mad at him because his bangs are escaping from behind his ears and framing his face, making him look so happy and so, so beautiful.

“You are not dreaming silly,” Suguru said after his laughing fit calmed down, trying to catch his breath, little breathy snickers escaping his mouth from time to time. “I really love you. I love everything about you actually.” 

His expression grew more serious then, eyes looking down at Satoru with a sincerity so intense that Satoru could feel it deep in his soul.

“You are never 'too much' for me, I don’t even know where this stupid lie came from. I admire and cherish every part of you, Satoru. I don’t care if you think you’re ‘to high maintenance’ or whatever. I love taking care of you, I love when you are vulnerable around me... fuck— I love the way you take care of me, the way you see me like no one else has ever been able to see. I've never been as happy around anyone as I am with you, Satoru."

Suguru gives his cheeks a little squeeze, cupping Satoru’s jaw, giving a small kiss at the tip of his nose, looking at him like Satoru’s the light of his life.

"I was being honest that night— You are my pretty boy, beautiful from the inside out. You make me feel things I've never felt with anyone else... I probably never will for anyone else besides you, 'Toru."

Tears stream down Satoru's face. If he died now—if the Gods or who knows what decided that Satoru had lived all he had to so far and pulled him to the next astral plan, he would die the happiest man in the whole fucking world. He pulls Suguru into a bruising kiss, the act taking him by surprise, making him gasp at the contact on his lips. Satoru takes the opportunity to stick his tongue inside Suguru's mouth, sucking at his tongue and making him moan around the kiss.

“I love you– ah, love you so much Sugu’.”Satoru moaned between kisses, feeling Suguru lie down on top of him completely, pressing and pulling at Satoru’s legs to accommodate his middle part right at Satoru’s pussy, their naked bodies rubbing frantically as they kissed. 

“I love you too Toru’.” Suguru was pulling at Satoru's waist, guiding his frantic movements into something more slow and gentle, his wet pussy rubbing deliciously on Suguru's balls and heavy cock.

“See what you do to me doll?” Suguru asked, grasping at Satoru's hand, sliding over his abdomen, over his black pubic hair and reaching his fully hard member. Satoru gave the shaft an experimental light squeeze, smiling smugly when Suguru closed his eyes, going back up the length while following a large vein with his nails all the way to the head, rubbing it with the palm of his hand and spreading his precum around. Suguru let out a groan, laying his head at the junction of Satoru's neck and shoulder, returning to kiss and mark the already bruised skin with more love marks. 

Suguru trembled at the way Satoru was toying with his dick, feeling the breathy moans leave his pretty mouth from above at the sensation of the bites. He pulled away a little, going back to look at Satoru with a heated expression.

He pulled the hand surrounding his cock away, directing his cock towards Satoru's marked stomach, leaving it on top of him.

"This is how far I would go if I were inside you," Suguru presses his hands against his lower belly, revealing that his cock would hit just below his navel. Satoru looked down, whimpering pathetically as he imagined the scene. His hole gushed wetly around nothing, feeling Suguru's heavy balls pressing against his entrance with their position.

"Nnhg... Su-Suguru, I—"

"Want to feel me here, doll?" He pushed around Satoru's belly button with his hands, feeling the wetness around them increasing. He looked at Satoru and could tell he was concentrating hard to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head.

"Want me to fill you up?"

"Y-yeah! Fu-fuck S'guru, want yor cock so much— anh!" Suguru began slamming the head of his cock against Satoru's clit, sending small shocks throughout his pussy, his hips bucking in the air with the assault he was suffering.

"What was that? Didn't quite hear it."

"I— I want you..." Satoru tried again, feeling like he was losing his mind, “Want you i–inside…” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, making him unable to speak the words correctly.

Suguru slid from Satoru's clit to the entrance of his pussy, slowly inserting his head, making Satoru hold his breath, only to go back to rubbing on his little cock again, repeating the pattern over and over.

"Then beg for it."

“Fuck me.” Satoru was full of crying again by now, his pretty eyelashes wet with big tears, his face flushed, his pink mouth open, letting out small, pathetic sounds. His pussy was so empty it hurt. “Please! Please, pleas– ah, please, please sir I want you so mu- nhg!"

Satoru didn't even have a chance to finish begging, Suguru positioned himself on the entrance of Satoru's hole, starting to push his cock in slowly.

Satoru starts to moan desperately, squirming and trembling as Suguru feeds him more inches of his dick. He can’t go too far away though, because Suguru’s strong hands are grabbing around his plush thighs, gripping hard at his flesh and opening his knees. Satoru’s long legs stretches around Suguru's strong, broad back, hugging him. 

Suguru bottoms out in no time—it’s kind of a tight fit, but the wetness from Satoru’s pussy is enough to make the glide amazing for the both of them. He starts to make experimental little thrusts, pulling out just a bit and making his cock slide against Satoru’s soaked insides right after. 

Suguru breaks the eye contact he was having with the pink pussy and lifts his face slightly to look at Satoru, who is choking on small moans, looking at Suguru like he's getting drunk at the feeling of his cock inside him. He begins to caress Satoru's legs, soothing him and running his hand around his skin, stretching to place small kisses around his best friend's face, licking his tears away with little kitten licks. Satoru grabs Suguru's face lovingly, opening his mouth and letting their tongues dance against each other, kissing each other while Suguru continues to fuck him with small thrusts. 

“S’guru,” Satoru moans between kisses, “Can you– I need—” He arches against the sofa, fingers letting go of Suguru's face to glide at his entrance, feeling Suguru’s cock move inside him, lightly scratching the Suguru's abdomen to the base of his dick, his fingers tangling in his pubic hair. “Need more” he croaks out pitifully.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you hard?” Suguru punctuates his question with a sharp thrust, his shaft sliding halfway out only to go back and smack itself inside Satoru’s pretty hole.

Satoru only nods, his mouth open, painting hotly at the feeling. Suguru smiles at him, loving the look of pleasure on his face, pressing one last kiss on Satoru’s cheeks before he starts really fucking him, watching the way his pretty blue eyes widen with the sudden force of the thrusts, his mouth opening and releasing little "ah ah ah ah's" sounds with each blow his pussy gets.

“Shit,” Satoru curses, his voice trembling, hands gripping Suguru’s back and marking him up with bloody scratches, “Fuck— Sugu’ it’s… ah, you’re s-so deep, w-wait…”

“Does it feel good Toru’? You like the way I’m fucking your pretty pussy?” Suguru goes back to lick as Satoru’s neck, biting at his skin again, hands coming up and squeezing at his tits.

“I bet you can feel me all the way to your tummy. Bet you can feel me right here.” He says, moving his hands to rest against Satoru’s lower belly, mesmerized by the way he can feel and see a little bit of his cock outline with each thrust. 

He lets out a guttural moan, starting to fuck Satoru even harder, leaving only the head of his dick inside his pussy only to enter with force right after, letting his heavy balls smack against his wet entrance, the sounds reverberating over the living room.

“Tell me I feel good, baby.” Suguru breathes out, can’t help but feel needy for Satoru, wanting to know he’s doing a good job at screwing Satoru’s insides. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, so pretty. Tell me I feel good inside you p-please.” 

“Mmhn…” Satoru moans, nodding his head and starting to grind his hips a little to meet each thrust Suguru’s giving to him, starting a nice rhythm and fucking himself back at the big cock inside him. “So good S’guru, you feel so good inside— I… shit, I can feel you on my throat, I’m so w-wet.”

“Yeah? Want me to make you even more wet?” Suguru asks. Satoru nods instantly, already opening his mouth, looking at Suguru with bright eyes.

“Open more, you slut.” Suguru grits out, holding his cheeks with force and letting his saliva drip all the way down to Satoru’s pinky tongue. At each moan Satoru lets out, he spits more and more at him, soaking his mouth with himself, letting Satoru drown on it.

Once he had his fill of his mouth, he taps at his cheek with his fingers, “Now swallow everything and thank me for it.”

Satoru obeys, sticking his tongue out again to show him he did it, “T-thank you Sugu, thank— Mmhn… thank you so m-much. ” 

Suguru hums pleased, leaning down at Satoru’s pussy and spitting at his tdick, his pubic hair, everywhere he can think of. He grabs at Satoru’s tits again, pulling and pushing it, controlling Satoru like a ragdoll through them, forcing him onto his cock at the same time he keeps thrusting into him hard and fast while letting more spits land on the place where his cock meets Satoru’s hole.

“Oh my God.” Satoru slurs, letting Suguru use him like he wants. He can feel his pussy clenching around Suguru’s, his inner walls spasming around his length, little cock twitching wildly around nothing.

“Thank y-you Sugu’, I feel so fucking g-good—“

He can feel something building on his belly again, Suguru fucking him harder. He feels so good he doesn’t even know what to do with himself. Satoru’s overwhelmed. It’s too much. But at the same time not enough. He needs more. Needs Suguru to keep fucking him until his not coherent anymore.

His hips jerk up into Suguru’s thrusts, making the cock inside him reach all the right places, that spongy spot inside him being stimulated all the time Suguru’s cock rams into him. He lifts his hands and sucks and bites on his fingers, needing something in his mouth, moaning around them. Suguru notices and groans at the vision.

“My pretty slut got dumb from my cock already?” Suguru asks, laughing deliriously, smacking at Satoru’s abused clit. All Satoru can do is nod like the dumb slut he is, Suguru’s cock turning him into a needy and pathetic mess.

And Suguru doesn’t stop, starts fucking him even harder, spitting at his pussy and smearing it all over his tdick, their hips meeting with a wet slap every time his heavy balls smack against him.

“I… Mpph– Su–Suguru, I think ‘m gonna…” 

“Oh yeah? Gonna come already?” Suguru asks, his cock abusing more and more of Satoru’s pussy.

“Sug– Suguru w-wait, something feels weird—” Satoru tries to get the words out of his mouth, trembling and whimpering when Suguru holds him down on his cock, keeps fucking him with sharp thrusts.

“Come for me, please? Please please please, I need to see you coming right here on my cock Toru’.” Suguru pleads, feeling once again like he is the puppy in the relationship, a sucker for Satoru’s pleasure.

Satoru not only comes at that, he squirts.

He comes so hard his vision blacks out completely for a few seconds, his body feeling hot and cold at the same time, a delicious tingly sensation all over his skin. On top of that, he can still feel Suguru’s cock fucking into him, penetrating inside him so good, making the sensations extend further. 

“Oh my God— anh… ‘Toru, Satoru—”

Suguru feels Satoru’s pussy clenching wildly around him, wetness spreading all over him and his cock, the warm walls contracting and squeezing Suguru just right.

“Your pussy feels so good my little puppy, I love you— Mhm! Love you so, so much—” Suguru feels delirious, pressing down on Satoru and kissing him hard and slow. Satoru can't really return the kisses properly, he keeps moaning and gasping for air like Suguru's cock is fucking the air out of his lungs. Suguru, doesn’t care, licks at Satoru's lax tongue anyway, kisses all around his face and continues fucking his pussy at the same time, feeling his abs contract, his balls tightening. He feels feral and warm and so fucking good to be screwing Satoru's pussy like this, and he knows he will come so fucking hard.

“I’m gonna come,” Suguru says frantically, and all Satoru does is press himself closer, wrapping his legs around Suguru's back and pressing the heels of his feet into his lower back, not letting Suguru take his cock out. 

“Satoru, s-stop, ‘m gonna come—“

“Want it in me!” Satoru cries out, eyes a little wild. “Plea—please Sugu’ cum in me… I’m on b-birth control, so it’s okay, right? Want you to come in m-me, w’anna feel f-full of you, need you to– nngh, mark me up inside.” Satoru says looking at him, his vision a little blurry, but he can still see the way Suguru’s eyes roll at the back of his head at the confession, his moans reverberating between them.

He still feels his pussy clenching and gushing around the cock inside him. Maybe he’s coming again. Or maybe he never even stopped, the feeling of Suguru twitching inside him making him feel so good, he can’t stop moaning and begging for more.

The filthy words that leave Satoru’s mouth are enough to push Suguru over the edge. He groans, thrusting a final time and finally stopping inside the warm hole, his heavy balls emptying themselves deliciously inside Satoru, hips kicking in little circles while his cock spurts waves of his warm come, filling him up. Satoru sighs softly at the feeling, his abused tdick twitching happily.

When Suguru finally pulls out, looking lovingly and a little obsessed at the way Satoru’s dripping his release, Satoru begins to whimper softly, opening his arms and asking for affection. They position themselves better on the couch, lying side by side, hugging each other and holding onto one another in the aftershocks of their orgasm. Their legs intertwine instinctively, hands caressing every inch of skin they can touch.

Satoru rests his forehead against Suguru's, breathing dreamily as he sees the way Suguru looks at him with so much love. He can't help but kiss the tip of his nose, his eyes, his cheek, and finally his mouth.

Their little make-out session is interrupted by Satoru's stomach letting out a loud rumbling noise. They stare at each other for a few seconds in shock, only for Suguru to burst out laughing while Satoru hides his flushed face in the crook of Suguru's neck, pouting.

”You are suck a dick.” Satoru grumbles, and Suguru snickers while scratching at his back, humming when Satoru starts kissing his collarbones.

"Yes, you are right, I’m the worst. Sorry, doll, I forgot you haven't eaten yet. By the way—“ He stretched out on the edge of the sofa, looking for his cell phone that had fallen somewhere on the floor amidst all the mess. "Weirs, I thought the food would have arrived by now—“

A loud band blared through the door, making Satoru almost fall backward off the sofa butt naked, letting out a yelp of fright.

"Shit! The food is here!"

They began to get ready clumsily, gathering their clothes from the floor and quickly putting them on. Suguru was the first to finish getting ready, staggering toward the door, the messy bun he'd tied coming loose from his head, his face flushed. He turned to Satoru.

”Go wash yourself in the bathroom, baby. I'll get everything ready for us."

"Hah? You're not going to clean me?" Satoru asked, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest, looking at Suguru as if he'd had punched him in the face.

"Aren't you, my good boy? I know you can do it yourself just fine," Suguru said, laughing when Satoru flushed. “Besides, I promise to make it up to you. Now go clean yourself."

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The TV projected a soft glow around the living room, the lavender incense burning on the coffee table enveloping the environment in a relaxing feeling.

Suguru had set their food and drinks on the table in front of the sofa, the area already cleaned from its previous messy state, cushions and a blanket draped comfortably around them. Satoru was curled up around Suguru's legs, devouring his sushi combo while they watched the Digimon: Savers movie. Suguru had long since finished eating, simply sipping his Mugicha tea and enjoying the rest of his dumplings, humming at the taste of the edamame mixing with the roasted grains of his drink.

"Oh, we're boyfriends now, by the way." Satoru said out of nowhere, causing Suguru to snicker and tighten his grip around Satoru's stomach.

His hand was spread out beneath the fabric of the clean blouse Satoru was wearing (it obviously belonged to Suguru as well), rubbing small circles on the marked skin of his stomach. He looked fondly at Satoru, his mouth full of shrimp sushi, chewing it like a little hamster, humming at the taste.

"Holy shit, does the food always taste this good after sex?" He took a long sip of his alarmingly sweet peach soda.

“Only if you have been fucked nice and hard.” Suguru replied smugly, making Satoru roll his eyes.

“My God, you are so full of yourself it’s disgusting.”

“Funny, you’re the one who was begging like a slut for me to make your pussy feel full, remember Toru’?”

He watched in real time as Satoru's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, spreading to his nape. He stuttered a little before managing to respond.

"S-shut up! Give me a bite of your dumpling right now."

Suguru complies, of course he does, a satisfaction growing within him at the sight of Satoru happily munching on his food, all soft and comfortable around his arms. He'll do anything to always have Satoru around him like this, his love is a soft blanket around his boyfriend, keeping him safe and happy at all times.

By the time they've finished eating and the dishes have been washed and the takeout trash has been disposed of, they head to Suguru's room. Satoru disappears into his room for a while, probably doing his skincare routine with the careful and intensive steps he created himself. Suguru takes the time to brush his teeth and adjust the bed to Satoru's liking, and just as he's finishing combing his hair, Satoru appears through the door, a soft and passionate look on his face, his skin glowing.

Suguru lays down, patting the bed where Satoru always sleeps. He's lying down next to him in less than five seconds, wrapping his arms around Suguru, breathing deeply into his neck, small, warm kisses trailing beneath his skin. Suguru pulls him in for a brief kiss, their tongues rubbing slowly, enjoying the quiet moment.

"You're the love of my life," Suguru says as he breaks the kiss, bringing his face closer to Satoru's cheek and letting himself breathe deeply into Satoru's skin, feeling the natural, mandarin-like scent that Satoru's skin seems to have.

"You're the love of my life, too," came his boyfriend's soft, sleepy reply, his fingers scratching the back of Suguru's neck with small, back-and-forth movements, the caress making him relax into the surface of the bed, wrapping his arms around Satoru and pulling him close.

They fell asleep like that, their bodies clung to each other, breathing deeply, hearts content in their chests, knowing they finally belonged completely to each other.

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