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“I’m logging off,” Satoru suddenly announces, carelessly throwing his controller away to let it bounce on top of the bed. “This game is boring, and I’m hungry.” Yawning loudly, he stretches his arms before getting up from his spot on the couch, offering one last comment to the headset he’s wearing before he disconnects it, “Lemme know if you end up playing something that’s actually good later.”
Suguru throws him a glance from the corner of his eye, listening to the “Rude” and “You weren’t even invited to join in the first place” chiming in from Shoko and Utahime, before tapping the mute-button on his microphone. “You’re leaving?”
“I didn’t say that. Just grabbing myself a meal real quick,” Satoru’s tone is as casual as always, yet strangely enough he doesn’t move towards the door that leads out into Suguru’s small, cramped kitchen.
Instead, Satoru saunters over to him, his strong waist bending as he leans down to rest one hand on top of Suguru’s left knee. Just as elegantly, his other palm finds Suguru’s right thigh, and a proud smirk grows along Satoru’s lips as he watches realisation hit Suguru.
“…A meal, huh,” Suguru murmurs, his gaze glued to the way Satoru’s attention drops from Suguru’s face to his torso, then further down to where Suguru’s body instinctively tenses up beneath Satoru’s proprietary touch.
Considering that it’s a Saturday, and their original plan was to hang out and play some games together, Suguru never really bothered dressing up — it’s Satoru, after all, so what’s the point of wearing something tight and uncomfortable, when he can just as well wear his softest, baggiest clothing, and as a bonus have Satoru crawl all over him with the excuse of ‘Oi, it’s not my fault that you’re nice to cuddle up against like this!’.
The issue, however, with wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and nothing underneath, is that it’s very much obvious when his cock twitches in response to Satoru’s mere gaze. He isn’t even touching Suguru yet, if you disregard how he’s using him as a piece of furniture with the way he’s leaning against him, but Suguru’s body knows, intimately, what that look in Satoru’s eyes mean, and he already feels himself reacting to it.
Nipples growing stiff underneath his baggy T-shirt, Suguru clears his throat and turns his attention back to the game in front of him, where Utahime, Shoko and Haibara are impatiently waiting for him to queue into their next fight. Unmuting his microphone, he easily joins back into the conversation. “Sorry about the delay. Everyone ready?”
“We’ve been ready,” Utahime snarkily says, then sighs. “Maybe we’ll actually get a win in now that the big-headed bastard will stop running into enemy lines just to prove that he’s able to solo our entire run. Which he isn’t.”
That same big-headed bastard shoots Suguru’s headset a glare, apparently able to hear Utahime’s voice through it, while at the same time sinking down on his knees in front of Suguru. Tapping Suguru’s thighs with those long fingers of his, Satoru’s glare immediately turns back into a cocky smile when Suguru parts his legs for him.
“That easy for it, huh?” Satoru coos, blue eyes sparkling gleefully. “Didn’t get enough this morning?”
Holding Satoru’s stare for a moment, Suguru then swiftly mutes himself again, before lowering the hand that isn’t busy holding his controller to grab hold of Satoru’s jaw, giving his face a gentle shake.
“Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to better use?” he croons, satisfaction heating his chest as he watches Satoru’s ears grow a little red. “I thought you wanted a meal, hm?” Gesturing to his crotch and the growing bulge that is currently making his pants start to tent, Suguru’s voice turns just the tiniest bit mean. “Stop playing around, and get to it.”
Looking intently at Suguru’s face, Satoru’s proud expression falters just the slightest, before he snorts and shuffles around until he’s found a comfortable position to kneel in.
“Remember that when I’ve got you cumming in two minutes,” Satoru simply says, then reaches up and unmutes Suguru’s microphone for him.
Keeping his face neutral — partly because he doesn’t want to let Satoru see how affected he is, and partly because he, truthfully, really needs to stay in control not to come in two minutes —, Suguru then turns his attention back to the screen in front of him.
The timing is perfect — they’re just about to load into a new arena, so there hasn’t been any gameplay yet. Haibara’s mike is muted, too, probably because he’s busy talking to Nanami in real life, while Utahime and Shoko are idling next to each other.
“Dibs on the sniper,” Suguru says, his tone lazy as he leans further back in his chair, thighs spreading even wider as he feels Satoru start tugging on his waistline.
Glancing down, he’s met with the sight of white, messy hair, and a pink, soft mouth pressing against the outline of his erection. Satoru must’ve noticed that he’s got Suguru’s attention, because those same lips curl up a little as he drags his mouth up and down, offering just the faintest hint of friction.
Exhaling softly, Suguru shifts his focus back to the screen.
“Whatever,” Shoko responds, clicking a couple times on her controller to make her character jump around. “Grab whichever weapon you want, it’s not like it’s gonna help you. You’re still gonna need me to resurrect you later on.”
“I’m not Satoru,” Suguru easily says, looking down to meet those pretty blues. His smile grows as he briefly pets Satoru’s cheek, then nudges him back towards his crotch. “I don’t need a rez every round.”
“Say whatever you want,” Satoru mumbles, lips still pressed against Suguru’s clothed cock. His eyes shine as he watches Suguru mute, showing Satoru that he’s listening. “Might need her to rez you after I’m done having my fill.”
Suguru’s jaw clenches, and he really, really doesn’t want to think about why Satoru’s lame joke is enough to make arousal pool inside of his belly, leaving his legs a little restless.
“Stop distracting me,” he chides, unmuting and focusing on the game again.
The round starts a second later, and Suguru immediately moves to purchase his preferred weapon, before he makes his way towards a nearby building, where he jumps onto a garbage bin, the balcony, and then climbs onto the roof.
“Slow down, we’re not ready yet,” Utahime complains. “Ugh, why do the two of you always have to rush me?!”
“Is it me and Satoru rushing you, or rather the three of you slowing us down?” Suguru politely asks, then snorts when Utahime hisses in return.
“I’ll follow Geto-san,” Haibara says, making his way to the top of the roof on a building that’s already far behind Suguru. “Wait for me, wait for me!”
Glancing at the compass in the top left corner and seeing just exactly how far behind him Haibara is, Suguru keeps his tone lawfully neutral as he says, “Sure, I’ll wait.”
“Suck-up,” Satoru comments from his position between Suguru’s legs, still fondling Suguru’s length through his sweats. Meeting Suguru’s gaze, Satoru then tugs his waistband down, and sucks the tip of Suguru’s cock into his mouth — all in a single, smooth movement.
His mouth is all hot and wet, deliciously tight around Suguru’s already painfully hard cock, and he doesn’t even bother to try keeping his hips from bucking. Instead, Suguru drops his hands to rest his controller on top of his thigh, using his other palm to press against the back of Satoru’s head to make him take Suguru’s cock deeper.
“F—uck,” Suguru breathes, head falling back as Satoru swallows around him. “Shit.”
“Geto-san?” Haibara curiously says, and Suguru realises with a startle that he never muted.
“Ah, my bad,” he quickly says, jaw tightening as Satoru keeps holding him inside of his mouth, apparently in no rush to get back up for air. “I—accidentally uncrouched, so I almost got spotted.”
“How about you actually try shooting those enemies instead?” Shoko drawls lazily. “You’ve got zero kills so far. I’ve already got three down.”
“In that case, I’m glad to be on your team,” Suguru replies, then mutes himself before letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, Satoru, that’s so—you’ve—shit, when did you get this good at giving head?”
A slick, noisy slurping sound accompanies it as Satoru drags himself off Suguru’s cock, and only the knowledge that Satoru also needs to breathe, is holding Suguru back from pushing his dick straight back down his throat.
“Always have been,” Satoru says, as if he didn’t choke so hard he almost threw up the first time he tried sucking Suguru off. Wiping away some of the spit and precum around his lips, he uses the same liquid to make Suguru’s cock even wetter, jerking him off with slow, relaxed movements. “You would’ve noticed earlier, y’know, if you weren’t so into fucking my ass instead of my mouth.”
Gritting his teeth, Suguru tries and fails to ignore the incoming rush of straight up horniness, and instead grabs hold of Satoru’s hair again to push back in-between his lips.
He can easily spot the amusement on Satoru’s face when the neediness leaves him a little sloppy-handed, making his cock miss his lips to instead rub up against his cheekbone, filthying Satoru’s face even further.
“Messy, messy Suguru,” Satoru coos, grinning wickedly. “You’re that pent up, huh?”
Tilting his chin to the side, he licks a wet stripe up Suguru’s dick, following the thick vein from the base to the tip before lazily suckling on the sensitive area right beneath the head. The tip of Satoru’s tongue dips out between his lips, brushing against the pink, soft skin, and by doing so diluting the leaking precum with some of his saliva.
The sight is like something from Suguru’s horniest daydreams, and he can’t stop himself from grabbing hold of his cock, impatiently trying to nudge it towards Satoru’s lips, making him take it back into that oh-so sweet mouth of his.
“C’mon, suck on it,” he breathes out, ignoring the way he shudders as Satoru sticks out his tongue again, offering it a tiny, teasing lick. “Satoru…”
“Geto-san?” a voice in his headset says, and Suguru curses, forgetting once again that he is, in fact, currently in the middle of a game.
Looking up at the screen, he sees a line of red text stating that he’s been shot by an enemy opponent about ten seconds earlier — but instead of feeling annoyed by the unnecessary death, he uses the opportunity to turn his attention back to Satoru and his aching cock.
“We’ve got some time now,” Suguru murmurs, coaxing Satoru’s lips open with a thumb against the corner of his mouth. Sliding his cock inside, Suguru barely catches the way Satoru’s eyes roll into his head as Suguru pushes against the back of his throat, then slides further down, down and down, until his balls are nudging against Satoru’s chin. “Fuuuck, Satoru…”
He can feel Satoru struggle to swallow around him, a choked, wet noise leaving his throat, but there’s no urgency in the way Satoru’s grabbing hold of his hips. Instead, it’s like he’s doing his best to adjust, trying to fit Suguru’s cock in a way that brings the both of them pleasure — like it’s his own personal challenge, an obstacle to conquer, and there’s nothing Satoru likes more than that.
Naturally, Suguru is most eager to play along.
“There you go,” he praises, letting each of his palms rest against Satoru’s cheeks, using the leverage to pull him halfway off his cock. The length of his dick is sticky with saliva, precum and the thick, stringy spit that he only ever stumbles upon when they suck each other off, the strands connecting Satoru’s lips to his cock in a way that leaves Suguru a little unhinged. “Good job, Satoru, that’s it.”
Eyebrows furrowing, Satoru leans even further back, making Suguru’s dick slip entirely out of his mouth, and Suguru mourns the loss of that wet, nice heat just a little.
“Oi,” Satoru croaks at him, lifting a hand to jerk Suguru off while he berates him. “What’re you—cough, what d’ya think you’re doing?!”
“Eh?” Panting harshly, Suguru moves his fingers to cup Satoru’s face again, then winces when they get slapped away. “Ouch. Satoru, what are you—I’m—hah, don’t stop doing that…”
“Suguru, you horny bastard.” Still stroking Suguru off nice and tight, Satoru then gestures towards the abandoned controller in his other hand. “Not only are you stealing the show that I was gonna give you, but you’re also—hey, oi, pay attention! I won’t swallow if you cum only from my hand!”
Sprawling on top of his chair, Suguru struggles to move his half-lidded eyes away from the view of Satoru’s long, slender fingers around his cock, slick and noisy with the mix of spit and precum. He’s jerking him off in the exact way Suguru enjoys it, hinting at years of experience with handling Suguru’s cock, and it’s leaving him so turned on that he barely remembers where he is, or what he’s doing.
“Tch.” Clicking his tongue, Satoru isn’t entirely able to hide the soft pride he’s emitting at being able to leave Suguru so completely undone, in such a pitifully short amount of time. “You came in my ass like, what, six hours ago? And you’re already like this again. Oi, does playing games turn you on this badly?”
“Not the games,” Suguru pants, gazing down at Satoru with heated eyes. “Just you. Fuck, Satoru, come on… Won’t you put it in your mouth again..?”
“Man, you’re gonna be embarrassed about this later,” Satoru comments, then leans forward to let the tip of Suguru’s cock rest against his bottom lip. “I’ll suck you off, but only if you stick to the actual challenge. Unmute your mike and play the game. Aren’t they pissed that you just went AFK?”
“Dunno,” Suguru breathily says, zoning in on how lovely and pink Satoru’s lips are, watching a dribble of precum trickle from the head of his cock onto that pretty mouth. “I’m… distracted…”
“Pff.” Huffing out a laugh, Satoru sticks his tongue out and licks up the precum, those vividly blue eyes watching Suguru the entire time. “Yeah, I can tell. Oi—unmute. Got it?”
Wetting his lips, Suguru briefly meets Satoru’s gaze. “Promise you’ll suck me off?”
“I’ll deepthroat you until you cry,” Satoru earnestly says, snorting when his words make Suguru’s cock twitch against his face. “Unmute, pretty boy, and I promise I’ll show you a real good time.”
Sucking in a long, deep breath, Suguru wipes his sticky hand off against his shirt, before readjusting his headset and properly grabbing his controller again. Unmuting his microphone, he clears his throat gently. “Hey, sorry about that. Someone was at the door, so I had to dip for a bit.”
“You jerk, you made us place last!” Utahime immediately snaps, spinning towards him in-game — they’re once again in the loading zone, waiting to spawn into their new arena.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Haibara quickly says, as supportive as always. “By the time you were down, I had already been resurrected by Ieri-san once… Truly, it’s fine!”
“However…” Shoko’s dry voice sounds. “If Gojo’s at your place, couldn’t he have gotten the door?”
Suguru’s lips twitch into a wry smile. “Satoru’s busy with his meal, so I’m afraid he wasn’t able to.”
Glancing down between his legs, he finds Satoru patiently waiting for Suguru’s attention to settle on him again — the moment he meets Suguru’s eyes, Satoru licks his lips and swallows Suguru’s entire cock like it’s no matter at all.
Truly, you wouldn’t be able to tell that the same cock is big enough to make Satoru gasp and wet himself whenever Suguru fucks him a little too hard, a little too quick.
Suguru reaches towards the mute-button, then stops himself when the movement is enough to make Satoru pause, watching him closely with sharp eyes. The same eyes that can be twinkling and alive whenever they’re messing around, or wet and red-rimmed whenever they’re fucking, are now focused and intent, silently communicating to Suguru that he wouldn’t dare touch that button again — not if he wants to keep getting his dick wet, that is.
So instead Suguru does the only natural thing, which is to tug up the neckline of his shirt and bite down on it, eyes squeezing shut as Satoru sinks down, and down, and down, so hot and tight around Suguru’s cock that he can barely stand it.
“…Fuck,” Suguru whispers, then has to direct his gaze elsewhere as Satoru pulls off of him, sticky lips and wet tongue sucking around him the entire time, until he’s back at the very tip.
It feels so ridiculously good, the deepthroating and the teasing alike, making Suguru unable to decide whether to beg for Satoru to go back down, or to keep doing this, as he feels that soft tongue dip into the slit at the head of his cock, licking away the constantly leaking precum, before it drags down and teases around his foreskin.
Satoru’s lips shape a circle against the side of his length, sucking lightly as he keeps delivering those lazy licks, and Suguru bites down on the fabric between his teeth so harshly that he feels it rip.
“Geto-san?” Haibara says in the headset, and Suguru has never been so annoyed to be disturbed by his kohai.
“Yeah—yes. What?” clearing the grogginess out of his throat, Suguru glances back at the screen and sees the countdown for their next round.
There’s only five seconds left, and he exhales, not particularly motivated to split his attention between the beautiful man between his thighs and whatever 12-year olds they’ll have compete against in-game.
“Ieri-san was asking if you’re still going for sniper?”
“Ah. Yeah, I am.”
“Good,” Utahime says, her voice loud enough that it makes Suguru grimace. “Care to actually stick around and play this round? At least let us know if you’re ditching!”
“Sure thing—oh.” Gasping out a moan, Suguru desperately bites down on his shirt again.
In front of him, Satoru has gone back to deepthroating him, showing off his skills by doing so without producing even a single sound.
Not that Suguru minds Satoru’s usual noises, he actually prefers them, but it’s still impressive — he’s come a long way since they first started fooling around. Suguru can still remember the way Satoru’s eyes had gone all teary and wet, and how he’d been croaking as he kept coughing up cum after Suguru had come quicker than either of them expected — the reason for him doing so being, fittingly enough, the way Satoru’s first ever time giving a blowjob had made him cry.
“What?” Utahime demands.
“N-nothing, I just misclicked.” Releasing his bite just long enough to reply, Suguru this time doesn’t have the time to grab hold of his shirt again before the game starts.
Sprinting towards the weapon machine, he purchases his standard sniper rifle, then randomly starts running towards a building. Whichever will do, probably, it doesn’t really matter.
It’s not like he’s playing to win at this point — rather, it’s like he’s playing to survive, and by that he means that he’s playing to make Satoru continue sucking him off, because he’s pretty sure he’d despair without it.
A particularly wet sound from between his legs makes him pause, and Suguru glances down, finding Satoru’s sparkling eyes looking back at him, waiting to show off. Now that he’s got Suguru watching him, Satoru immediately starts moving up and down, setting a fast pace as he allows Suguru to practically fuck his face, and it feels so good that Suguru’s breath hitches in his chest.
“That…” he starts, voice dark and gravelly, before he cuts himself off — no matter how much he wants to praise Satoru, this isn’t the place for it. A voice call with their friends really isn’t the place for it. It definitely, truly isn’t, even though Satoru is being so fucking good right now. “…Good.”
“Hm?” Shoko hums.
“…Good effort, Haibara-kun,” Suguru improvises, realising just a moment later that out of the four of them, he and Haibara are the only two without any kills.
“Thanks, Geto-san!” Haibara says, sounding somewhat flattered.
A firm hand grabs onto Suguru’s knee, giving it a squeeze, and Suguru looks down to find Satoru scowling at him. It makes sense — Satoru’s the one doing the hard work here, yet Suguru’s praising another man. Suguru would be pissed, too, if their situations were reversed.
“If you keep going like this,” Suguru has to add a little pause to collect himself, Satoru’s mouth so tight around him that he can barely think, “…you’ll soon be doing almost as well as Satoru did in our first round.”
Meeting Satoru’s gaze again, he finds his boyfriend looking a bit more pleased, and then gets rewarded by Satoru turning his deepthroating so sloppy and wet that Suguru’s legs start shaking from sheer pleasure.
“…Fuck,” Suguru lets out from under his breath, angling his microphone just a bit further away from his face. “So…”
“There’s someone in the building below us,” Shoko calls out, and Suguru’s attention snaps back up, his eyes half-dazed and barely able to focus on whatever’s happening on screen.
Pure instinct steers him as he taps on the controller, making his character climb down a wall and crouch behind another, aiming at some random opponent ahead of them. He’s just about to pull the trigger, when—
“Geto, are you aiming at Haibara?” Utahime asks, loudly enough that Satoru hears it and chokes on Suguru’s dick as he laughs, his throat spasming so firmly that it makes Suguru swear and bite down on his fist, hips jerking up.
“Uh—“ Suguru can’t find the words to defend himself, not even a single one, too busy trying not to moan into his friends’ ears as Satoru gags around him, turning him on so badly that his ears are filled with the sound of his own heartbeat.
Playing a game while getting head is difficult by itself, but especially when your partner is Gojo Satoru, who excels at everything he does to such an extent that it’s not even a competition — even now, when he’s sputtering and choking, he still manages to keep Suguru down his throat, expertly swallowing around him and catching his breath.
There’s a couple tears trickling down his cheeks, the wetness of them making his lashes stick together, and Suguru doesn’t even pretend to hold back as he lowers a hand to push Satoru’s face flush against his crotch, making him swallow his entire cock once more. Then, not even two seconds later, he uses that same hand to grab hold of Satoru’s sweat-mussed locks and drag him halfway off, before he pushes him back down, effectively fucking his mouth.
Those pearly blue eyes shine with enjoyment when Suguru meets their gaze, red-rimmed and excited and overly proud, holding all of Suguru’s attention as he continues thrusting into Satoru’s mouth, relishing every wet slurp and throaty gag he’s able to drag out of him.
Muting his microphone for just a second, Suguru lowers his face and murmurs, “Your mouth is the best thing I’ve ever felt, do you know that? Do you know how crazy it drives me, how it makes me—fuck, Satoru, you’re so fucking good at this, you feel so good. I’ve been wanting to come for the past half an hour, but at the same time I don’t want to, ‘cus then—ah, ‘cus then I can’t have you like this anymore.”
Satoru’s lashes flutter as he blinks, rosy cheeks heating up as he holds Suguru’s stare, taking in all of the well-deserved praise like he’s hearing it all for the first time. It makes Suguru’s heart a little fond; knowing that his boyfriend is such a confident man, very much aware of all his skills and capabilities, and yet he always leans into Suguru’s words like he’s never gotten a single compliment before, like it’s all new to him.
Perhaps that is why Suguru’s mouth just keeps on running, spouting all of these overly sweet words, desperate to let Satoru know just how good he is for him, just how much Suguru appreciates him, how loved he is. Not solely because of his deepthroating skills, of course, but somehow it’s easier to praise Satoru for how good he is at swallowing Suguru’s cock, instead of how much it means to have him close every single day.
“Oiiii, Geto,” Shoko calls into his ear, and Suguru barely holds back an aggravated huff, not ready to unmute himself yet.
“C’mon, Satoru, baby,” he murmurs, giving Satoru’s sweaty, flushed cheek a gentle pat. “Won’t you indulge me and let me enjoy you while staying on mute? You feel so good, I want to enjoy you freely… Isn’t it better when you can hear how good you make me feel, hm?”
Holding Suguru’s gaze, Satoru seems to think about it for a moment — then his lashes dip, and he moves all of his focus back to the way he’s sucking off Suguru, suddenly doing it so softly and so sweetly that it feels more like he’s making out with his cock than deepthroating him.
There’s the brush of his tongue, first flat and slow, dragging up and down his shaft, teasing just beneath the furl of his foreskin — then suddenly it starts flicking around the head, caressing Suguru’s tip, and it’s so sensitive that Suguru has to lean forward in his chair, moaning so hoarsely that it leaves him somewhat out of breath.
“Fuuuck, Satoru… That feels so good, so fucking good… Fuck, you’re gonna make me come…“ tilting his head back, Suguru can’t help but to lift his hips a little, pushing further into Satoru’s mouth, seeking that sweet, attentive tongue.
“Nnh—“ pulling back, Satoru coughs into his fist once, then licks his lips with determination. “How d’ya want it?” His voice is wrecked, raspy and low, and Suguru’s body shudders as arousal shoots through his spine.
“What?” he breathes, so distracted by Satoru’s voice that he doesn’t even catch the question.
Mouth curling into a smirk, Satoru angles his head to the side and cutely perches his chin on top of Suguru’s thigh, the spit clinging to his face seeping into Suguru’s sweats and leaving them sticky.
“How d’ya wanna cum?” he then clarifies, reaching out with a hand to slowly massage Suguru’s once again neglected cock. “Slow? Deep? Wanna fuck my mouth, or do you want me to take charge? Or, better said — d’ya want my throat, or do you want my tongue?”
Maybe it’s the way he’s saying it, like it’s so natural that he’s the one completely in charge of Suguru’s orgasm, or how he’s listing up the options like it’s a menu that only Suguru has access to — or how it’s so obvious that the end goal here is to make Suguru come, in the exact way he wants to, and how Satoru wishes to cater to him so it meets his every want and his every need.
Or perhaps it’s the way Satoru’s still stroking him, his thumb absentmindedly playing with Suguru’s slit, squeezing and dragging around his foreskin just right, that makes Suguru’s expression shudder as his body tenses up.
“I think I’m—Satoru, you’re gonna make me—“
Satoru’s eyes widen, the blue of them striking next to his red-flushed face. “Hah?”
“I’m gonna—“ Suguru moans, biting down on his knuckles, gaze stuck on the way Satoru’s jerking him off. “Ha-ah, wait, you’re—Satoru—“
Releasing Suguru’s tip, Satoru just about manages to lower his fingers and squeeze around the base of his cock in time, holding back Suguru’s orgasm, making Suguru shiver and whine pathetically in response.
“Fuuuck,” Suguru groans, hips pushing up to chase the oh-so close high, leaving him at the very edge of something so good. His cock is leaking like a faucet, precum dribbling down and pooling around Satoru’s hand, leaving him even stickier. “Fuck. Fuck. Shit, Satoru, I need to—I wanna come so bad, I…” He exhales harshly. “…Ah, I wanna come inside you so bad.”
Looking a little distracted himself, Satoru merely gazes at Suguru for a moment before he swallows and lifts his head from Suguru’s thigh. “You’re that turned on?”
“…Yeah.” Suguru’s voice is a little husky from all the groaning and whimpers, his chest rising rapidly beneath his shirt. Sweat is making both his clothes and his hair stick to his skin, and there’s spots of precum all over his pants, leaving him looking somewhat unhinged. “…Do you really have to ask?”
“Huh.” Collecting himself, Satoru sounds surprisingly earnest as he shakes his head, giving Suguru another look. “No, it’s just… I’ve… Never really seen you like this before.”
Suguru snorts, letting his head fall to the side as he gazes down at Satoru, noticing the way he’s still tightly clutching around the base of his cock. “What, pathetic?”
“Pff. Well, that, but mostly just… needy.” Satoru leans closer, dipping his head down, so close that the tip of Suguru’s dick almost touches his lips again.
The length inside of his hand twitches, the movement making it briefly tap against Satoru’s lower lip, and that tiny bit of friction is enough to make Suguru sigh.
“…Definitely needy,” Satoru murmurs, as if he’s confirming it to himself. “…It’s almost as if I could…”
“What?” Suguru murmurs, still looking at Satoru’s mouth.
“…Make you beg for it, or something.” Watching Suguru closely, Satoru then offers him a little grin. “You’d probably do it too, wouldn’t you?”
“…You want me to beg?”
“Eeh, isn’t that what Suguru already has been doing?” Satoru coos, giving Suguru’s cock a lazy stroke and snorting when it throbs in response. “You’re desperate enough to.”
Suguru doesn’t reply, instead watching closely as Satoru lowers his head once more, this time giving the tip of Suguru’s cock a gentle kiss. Another one. Then his tongue darts out, licking against soft, sensitive skin, and Suguru doesn’t even try to hold back the heavy moan leaving him.
“Aah, Satoru… Just like that…”
“Feels nice?” Satoru murmurs, lips brushing against Suguru’s length as he speaks.
“So nice,” Suguru confirms, exhaling deeply. “…Keep going.”
Huffing out a laugh, Satoru meets his gaze. “What if I said that you’ll have to join the others for a round again?”
“…Then I guess they’ll get to learn what I sound like when you make me come,” Suguru says, his tone dry. Glancing up at the screen, he then snorts. “Besides, they kicked me.”
“For real?”
“Mm. Can’t imagine why.” Looking back at Satoru, Suguru then finally throws his controller and headset away, then reaches down with a hand to replace the one Satoru’s got wrapped around his dick.
As soon as he’s gotten hold of it himself again, he immediately directs it towards Satoru’s lips, tapping the head against them impatiently.
“You’re so fucking—“ Satoru guffaws, then relents and opens his mouth for Suguru once more, looking up at him with clear, amused eyes as he takes him between his lips.
“Fuuck, that’s it,” Suguru moans, rolling his hips until half of his length is resting against Satoru’s tongue, embraced by wet heat. “Shit, you’ve got the best mouth in all of Tokyo.”
Two fingers pinch his thigh, and Suguru grimaces. “…All of Japan.”
Another pinch, this one stronger, wordlessly telling him to try one last time.
“…In the entire universe, of course,” Suguru murmurs, softly petting Satoru’s head to appease him.
Eyes twinkling, Satoru makes a little ‘Nnh’ sound of satisfaction, then immediately starts showing Suguru just how pleased he is by deepthroating his cock. He doesn’t even give Suguru a moment to think after he has swallowed the entire length — instead, Satoru slurps wetly as he slowly drags his lips back up, suckling around the tip just once, and then drops back down, proceeding to give Suguru the filthiest, sloppiest head he’s ever experienced.
It’s wet and noisy, fast enough that it feels like he’s actually fucking Satoru, and so hot that Suguru can’t even find any words to praise Satoru’s effort, instead moaning and breathing so harshly that he almost gets lightheaded.
“That’s—yeah, fuck yeah, fuck—ah, ah, ah… Sa-Satoru…” Suguru whines as he feels Satoru swallow around him once more, brows knitting together when he glances down and sees just how stunning Satoru looks while sucking him off; white hair tangled up and so soft underneath Suguru’s greedy hand, helping Satoru take him deep, so fucking deep, as he guides him in a fake show of control.
Truthfully, both of them know just how little control Suguru has in this situation — he’s barely able to keep himself seated on his chair, hips bucking wildly whenever Satoru sucks him off just right, mouth wide open, head tilting back in a desperate attempt to get some air into his lungs.
He’s breathing harshly enough that it feels like he’s running a marathon, but instead it’s because of how good he’s feeling — how incredibly, amazingly, fucking good Satoru is able to make him feel, with his lips and his throat and his tongue, so good at giving head that Suguru hasn’t even felt his teeth once.
Instead it’s all sticky heat, a slick tongue, the soft pants Satoru lets out whenever he comes up to suck in a hoarse breath, before he dips down once more and spends all of his energy on sucking Suguru off so deliciously well.
“Satoru,” Suguru moans, so turned on that he could cry — in fact, he could very well be crying, but at this point there’s no way of telling. Not with the amount of sweat gathering on his forehead from the extortion of holding back, from the pleasure of getting sucked off so well that he’s pretty sure all of his bones are melting.
Then there’s the heat, not only in the shape of Satoru’s mouth or his throat, but also pooling inside of Suguru’s abdomen, gathering into something that’s about to boil over. It runs through his veins, rushing through his arms and his legs, down his back, leaving tingles at the back of Suguru’s neck as it builds, and it builds, and it builds.
“Satoru,” he repeats, this time a little more desperately, because he’s really, finally about to come.
And after being edged for what feels like so long, even though he’d been ready to come from the very start, his cock now feels so sensitive that every single drag of Satoru’s tongue, the friction of his throat, the bump of the back of his mouth, is making Suguru release these tiny noises without even knowing it.
He’s never felt a high like this before, with how the build-up feels almost as good as the orgasm itself, and neither does he know how to deal with it when his thighs start shaking, then tense up, one of his hands curling up inside of Satoru’s hair and the other grabbing hold of his jaw.
“Mmh—“ Satoru moans inside of his clutch, sucking Suguru off even faster, even deeper, and Suguru can’t hold it anymore — it feels so good that he wishes it would never have to end, but still, upon reaching the point of no return, there’s really nothing more for him to do but to let go.
“Satoru, Satoru,” Suguru breathes, eyes glazed over as his body curls forward, hips stuttering up as he holds onto Satoru’s face and fucks harshly into his mouth, whining pitifully as he feels the heat inside of his stomach finally boiling over; he thrusts once, twice, thrice, then tilts his head back and moans, loud and hoarsely, as Suguru finally comes.
And maybe it’s because of the lengthy build-up, but when it finally hits, it hits him hard.
Not only does it rush through him so fiercely that his entire body tenses up and stiffens, but there’s also so much of it, Satoru’s eyes huge as he proceeds to swallow… and swallow… then suddenly chokes, pushing Suguru’s hands away as Satoru leans back and coughs, white strings of cum dripping from his mouth in a sight so erotic that Suguru’s cock throbs.
“Shit, Satoru—hah, are you—“
He doesn’t even have the time to check on him before Satoru waves him away and grabs his cock once more, jerking Suguru off through the rest of his orgasm. “Yeah, yeah, don’t—cough, don’t worry about it, alright?”
Licking his lips, Satoru then takes Suguru’s dick inside of his mouth again and proceeds to continue sucking him off, apparently too proud to not take everything Suguru is offering him, and the overstimulation combined with how pent up he has been is enough to leave Suguru’s head a little airy.
“Ha-ah, hey, wait… Satoru, you don’t—hah, ah, that’s…” It feels too good for him to continue protesting, so Suguru instead runs his fingers through Satoru’s mussed up fringe, pushing it back so he can at least see his face while his boyfriend milks him through his entire orgasm. “Ahh…”
“You—“ Satoru murmurs a moment later, pulling off of Suguru’s cock briefly, “—come way too damn much.” Another stroke of his fingers coaxes a new dribble of cum out of the length in his hand, making Satoru immediately lean closer to lick it up. “…How is this even possible? You came inside of my ass this very morning, how…” His eyes dart up to focus on Suguru’s face, his expression somewhat in disbelief. “Oi, you’re not faking your orgasms, are you?!”
“Wh—what?” Suguru blinks, then snorts. He’s currently feeling all high from coming, as if he’s floating on top of a cloud, and it’s making it difficult to take Satoru’s questioning even slightly seriously. “How would I even do that? Satoru, you can feel it when I come inside of you.”
Furrowing his eyebrows, Satoru then gestures to the still-hard length inside of his palm. “Then how are you coming this much when we fuck daily? I’ve got a dick too, but this is just… excessive.” He shakes his head, as if he isn’t still chasing every drop of cum that trickles out of Suguru’s cock with his mouth.
Perhaps it’s his post-orgasm high speaking, but Suguru finds Satoru’s behaviour awfully cute.
“…Maybe you’re just an overachiever,” Satoru settles on, licking away another dribble. He then gives Suguru’s cock a curious squeeze, before shooting him another frown. “Oi. Why aren’t you going soft yet?”
“…” Looking at Satoru for a moment, Suguru then shoots him a serene smile. “Should I be?”
Satoru sputters. “What d’ya mean, ‘should you be’—I just gave you the nut of the year, so obviously you’d go soft after!” Clenching his fingers around Suguru’s length once more, Satoru’s mouth suddenly falls open. “Haah?! Why are you getting harder!”
“Satoruu…”
“Oi, don’t ‘Satoru’ me! What kinda curse have you been absorbing that has left you like this?! Hey! If you’re going around gathering horny curses, you better at least be sharing ‘em with me!”
Clearing his throat, Suguru averts his gaze just slightly as he feels his cock suddenly twitch inside of Satoru’s hold. The back of his neck grows a little hot. “...There’s no curse.”
“Then why’re you all hard again!” Pressing his palm against Suguru’s dick, Satoru nudges it back to rest against his abdomen — his expression grows flat when, as soon as he removes his hand, Suguru’s cock springs right back up again, as hard and as proud as ever before.
Feeling helplessly fond and horny at the same time, Suguru runs a hand through his own hair and pushes his bangs behind one ear. “…Well. It’s because of you.”
“Whaddya mean, ‘cus of me?” Satoru repeats, watching Suguru closely before he blinks, apparently realising something. “Oi. Are you saying that the head I gave you was so good that you got all turned on again?”
Meeting Satoru’s gaze and seeing just how intrigued he is by his newfound realisation, Suguru can’t even find an ounce of shame to feel as he prepares his next request. After all — he knows his boyfriend well enough to be certain that he won’t get turned down this time either.
“Mm. So, Satoru…” Clearing his throat again, Suguru shoots Satoru the same sweet smile that he always uses whenever he has to get out of trouble. “…If I promise to stay unmuted in game this time around, would you please suck me off again..?”