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The longer you spend with someone, the better you get to know them, and Suguru knew everything about Satoru. He knew that Satoru loved sweets and that he hated the summer heat. Satoru's favorite color was purple, despite hardly ever wearing it. Suguru knew that Satoru would sacrifice his own happiness just to see Suguru smile. (Suguru convinced him to watch a slasher when Satoru wanted to watch Digimon. Satoru clung to him the entire time). He knew that Satoru was meant for him and him only.
Suguru also knew that Satoru was beautiful and Satoru knew it too.
It was obvious, really, with his long limbs and slender waist; his eyes, so incredibly blue that they were breathtaking; and the confident demeanor Suguru took pleasure in shattering and making Satoru into a whiny, bitchy mess. He loved his pretty pink nipples, so tiny and just begging to be licked and sucked and bitten and reddened. Suguru loved the little trail of light hairs that disappeared into Satoru’s sweats, the same trail that his own hands followed before grabbing at the front of his pants. His chest was flushed a soft pink and his belly lifted and sank with his uneven breaths. He rubbed his ass against Suguru’s cock like a whore. Suguru's cock strained in his sweats, the loose material doing nothing to ease the discomfort of his trapped erection as he kissed Satoru.
Satoru whined and disconnected their lips. Suguru was purposeful and methodical when he began trailing his lips down the length of Satoru’s body. First, another peck to his lips, then kitten licks on the skin of his neck and chest, rough nips to his nipples, and a playful dip into his belly button. The skin of Satoru’s hips was soft against his tongue, Satoru’s body responding to each careless ministration of his mouth. He twisted his tongue and reveled at the moan that slipped from Satoru’s lips. His face hovered over Satoru's red, weeping cock, precum still smeared from when Suguru teased him earlier. He finally spoke, warm breath tickling skin. “What do you want, Satoru?”
"I want you to hurry up!" He whined, breath hitching at the end. Oh, he was so desperate.
Suguru guided his shaft across his lips and cheek, smearing a glob of pre-cum on the corner of his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from his length and the quick pulse beneath his fingers. Suguru parted his lips and dragged his tongue from the base to the tip, where he ran his tongue across the slit. When Suguru finally, finally, took Satoru in his mouth, Satoru released a moan so full of need, of relief, at the warmth encompassing cock.
His body was overstimulated; he even felt a little lightheaded and he hadn’t even been fucked yet. He shivered as Suguru's tongue caressed the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. God, Suguru was always so good to him, always wanting to please him, especially like this. Satoru couldn't keep quiet, not with the back of Suguru's throat squeezing around his head. He gasped and whined as Suguru’s tongue circled his tip, as his teeth lightly grazed his skin, as his nose tickled the light hairs on his groin. His hips twitched when Suguru's hand snuck downwards, cradling and fondling his balls.
"Suguru," He choked. "Keep going. Fuck…"
One of Satoru's hands fisted the sheets, while the other snaked through Suguru's hair, forcing him further down his shaft. Suguru didn't mind. He loved pleasing Satoru like this. He loved watching him lose control as he sucked and slurped around his bulbous head. Suguru was obsessed with the heady taste of Satoru, infinitely better than any curse he'd swallowed. Satoru began to piston his hips. Suguru relaxed and allowed Satoru to fuck into his throat, his shuddering breaths and whimpers spurring him on. Suguru thought that he could spend the rest of his life like this, with the heavy weight of Satoru's cock on his tongue and the salty taste of his precum slipping past his lips. Satoru's thrashing was out of control, his body twisting. Suguru knew he was about to cum, his cock too rigid to bend to the form of his esophagus and the pulse on tongue accelerating. Suguru let Satoru's cock slip from his lips with a lewd pop. Satoru jumped as fingertips gently traced a line from his shaft, down his balls, and to his hole. He sighed, the sound of the lube cap opening building his anticipation of being touched where he really needed, of feeling Suguru caress that spot inside him that made him melt from the inside.
Satoru's legs tingled as Suguru circled his opening, the lube chilling his skin. Satoru took the first finger easily. The entry of a second finger came as a shock, yet relieved a sliver of pressure from Satoru’s stomach. Suguru was gentle at first, taking his time to rub and stretch Satoru open, teasing his prostate, but never quite hitting it. Suguru watched as Satoru bounced on his fingers, trying to get them as deep as possible. If Suguru were a little less cruel, he would given Satoru what he wanted and angled his wrist just right to press against that red-hot spot inside of him, the spot that always had him thrashing and choking on his own moans, and let him cum. But Suguru was everything but merciful and loved watching as Satoru trembled underneath him.
He leaned forward and let him weight push his fingers impossibly deeper. Satoru yelp was silenced as Suguru kissed him, his face staining red. He couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him, no matter how hard he bit his lip or held his breath, and it was so hard to stay quiet when Suguru’s fingers were so deep, yet not deep enough.
His fingers fucked into him with so much force that Satoru couldn’t do anything but latch onto Suguru’s wrist and take it. His hips twitched and thrusted uncontrollably and he felt shame budding in his chest as he imagined how lewd he looked, long legs spread so wide that his hips had begun to ache, his skin painted the loveliest shade of red, his stretched hole dripping with lube from Suguru’s antics, pink and pretty and swollen and aching.
Suguru was precise in the manipulation of his fingers, even more so when Satoru's hips began to shake and shift uncontrollably. It was almost as if he was trying to run from the pleasure Suguru was giving him.
Satoru couldn’t stop the whines and gasps that slipped past his bitten lips when Suguru finally, finally, pushed his fingers upwards, stroking and massaging and striking his prostate with vigor. For Satoru, the sensation was incredible, overwhelming even, as Suguru varied his strokes from slow and steady, to quick and uneven, and then to simply teasing around his aching prostate with his fingertips. His legs jerked around Suguru, the muscles of his abdomen twitching. The squelch of lube and his moans were the only noises that filled the room.
And because of his wrecked nerves and the teasing words spilling from Suguru’s mouth—Look at you, you’re doing so well. Can’t you feel how wet you are for me? You’re so pretty, Satoru—he felt his orgasm approaching quickly. It was almost embarrassing. He arched under Suguru as his balls tightened. Finally he would have some relief, he thought—until the hands taking him to the edge suddenly disappeared, leaving only the hollow ache in his belly.
“ Fuck, that was mean. That was so mean.” Satoru whined, his body lifting as if protesting the loss of his orgasm. Suguru's previously occupied hands quickly busied themselves with halting Satoru's frustrated trashing. The laugh that overshadowed Satoru's cries were nothing short of cruel and mocking. Tears sprung at the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t possibly do this for much longer. “Suguru, please, I need…“
“You need?“ Suguru was feeling impatient, and Satoru was too, but Suguru wanted to hear him beg for it.
“Suguru, come on! I need...” Satoru sounded so desperate. He needed something larger, something hotter, something harder. Heat pulsed down Suguru's spine. "Please, Suguru. Please, please, please..."
Satoru sounded so pretty that Suguru couldn’t resist giving him what he wanted. When he reinserted his fingers, he prodded at Satoru’s prostrate, reveling in the gasps spilling from his lips. Satoru’s hips swiveled as heat pooled in his groin. He could only groan as his entire body tensed as his orgasm approached. He tangled a hand in Suguru’s hair. “I’m gonna cum, Suguru! I-I’m gonna cum, shit—!”
It was like a dam had burst, shocks of pure ecstasy flooding into Satoru’s veins as his cock spurt ribbons of white on his belly. It was like his body had a mind of its own as he thrashed in the grip of his assailant, his mind empty, unable to think of anything other than the feeling of being drowned in the heat of his own flesh. Suguru was merciless as he kept abusing his prostate and stroking his spent cock. Satoru couldn’t escape his fingers, no matter how much he moved his hips away. It was torture.
Satoru tried to push Suguru’s hand from his cock, but he only tightened his grip. He flinched and whined. “Stop, stop, stop—!”
“But I thought this is what you wanted?”
“I—,” He stuttered. Satoru tried to close his legs around Suguru’s wrist, hoping that it’d be uncomfortable enough for him to stop, but Suguru kept going anyway.
“Ah, Satoru, you look so cute like this.” Suguru teased.
“Shut up! Ah— ”
Suguru laughed because it was true, he did look good, delicious even, as he fidgeted like a brat. Satoru didn’t know what to do with himself but accept the onslaught of fire in his veins. His legs quivered and his body putty in Suguru’s hands. Suguru watched his brow crease as he became overwhelmed. He stopped and wiped his fingers on discarded clothing. He lowered his legs to let his hips and massaged Satoru’s sides. He waited for him to come down. “Are you okay to keep going? We can stop.”
Satoru shook his head, too breathless to give his thoughts a voice. They sat until he could speak.
“Yeah, I can keep going.” Satoru mumbled as he stumbled over his words, still high on endorphins. “Unless you can’t keep up, old man.”
Suguru couldn’t stop his scoff if he tried. “Bold words from someone who can barely speak.”
“Whatever. Just get on with it.” Satoru laughed and stared as Suguru began to strip. Suguru made a show of it, appreciating how Satoru’s gaze takes over his body hungrily.
Satoru had seen Suguru naked plenty, but the sight of his cock, thick and veiny, always made him salivate. He watched it swing as he walked toward him. His ankles were grabbed and yanked to his ears as he was dragged to the edge of the bed. Suguru lubed himself and aligned himself with Satoru.
Suguru held his cheek. “Are you sure you’re good?”
“ Yes , just do it! I can take it.” Satoru snarked. He looked in Suguru’s eyes made him think that he’d eat his words later.
Suguru went slowly, ensuring that Satoru felt every inch of him spearing him open—and he did. He was breathless as Suguru sank into him, his body greedily accommodating him. Suguru was so deep that Satoru thought he could feel his cock in his gut, bulging against his stomach. He knew it was impossible, but when Suguru rocked his cock and tickled a part of him that only he could reach, Satoru felt so full.
Suguru watched Satoru’s body tense when he finally began fucking him faster. His jaw had fallen slack and his head had titled back as his cockhead dragged along his walls. Tiny, but heavy, puffs spilled from his lips like he’d run and hadn’t been able to catch his breath. Simply put, Satoru looked wrecked. Suguru wasn’t fairing much better. His hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck, the tight, pulsing heat of Satoru’s body making it nearly impossible for him to stay silent.
They stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other and enjoying the relaxed pace Suguru had set for them. Gradually, he began to quicken his thrusts and reveled in how Satoru’s face twisted in ecstasy. Satoru all but screamed when Suguru aimed his thrusts directly on his abused prostate, punctuating his thrusts with a sharp thrust each time. He gasps turned into moans, so loud and wanton that he was almost embarrassed. But he could never be ashamed, not when Suguru whispered praises into his ears, reassurances that complemented his every look and sound.
Suguru felt the way Satoru tightened around him, as if to fight the sensation of his cock abusing his insides. He sobbed and Suguru knew that it was too much. Satoru was many things, but nothing was better than seeing him like this, submissive and pliant and taking and so beautiful below him, crying on his cock and fighting to escape the red hot sensation crawling up his spine. Suguru smiled at the way Satoru tried to push him away with a gentle hand on his hip.
“Why are you running away?” Suguru pushed in further despite the protests from Satoru. “Aren’t you the one who said you could take it?”
“Suguru—“
“Take it.”
He was being fucked so intensely that it forced him to cry out, stumbling over his own tongue. Yes—yes, it’s—so fucking good. More, please—fuck me—just like that—yes! He needed to cum so badly that it hurt. He told Suguru as much and was met with sinister laughter.
“Do you deserve it?” Suguru teased.
“Yes,” Satoru dragged. “Yes, I-I’ve been good. So good. P-please let me cum. Please, please…” Satoru whispered. He was physically unable to hold still, his body trembling as he held back his orgasm. He was burning.
“Hmm.” Suguru sighed, as if Satoru’s pleas exhausted him. “Cum, then.”
His legs went slack, trembling, shaking uncontrollably, and unable to support his weight. Satoru’s back arched in a beautiful display of pure ecstasy as warmth ripped through him, his mouth wide and his moans silenced by his lack of breath. He was so utterly destroyed; his body felt as if it was ablaze with the most scalding heat possible. He would surely pass out, his lungs aching and his vision blurry. His nerves tingled with absolute delight as Suguru fucked him through.
Suguru tangles his fingers in Satoru’s hair, and tugged his head back. They watched each other, eyes heady with lust, exchanging breaths, moans, and gasps. Satoru looked divine.
“Ah, come on, Satoru.” Suguru teased. “Keep your legs open.”
“Assho—“ He tried, but a whine had him stumbling over his words. Pitiful. “Asshole! I hate you—!”
Suguru was delighted and wished he could imprint this moment into his mind forever. The look on Satoru’s face was the best thing he’d ever seen. He looked truly fucked out, his eyes were cloudy, like he wasn’t even there, and his mouth was wide open as if to welcome any air into his lungs. And fuck, the image of Satoru barely able to keep his eyes open as he struggled to spread his legs impossibly wider like a whore for Suguru, only Suguru, was almost enough to make him cum. Almost.
“And to think that this is the world’s strongest sorcerer. I wonder what people would think if they could see you now.” Suguru teased with a shit-eating grin.
Satoru couldn’t speak, still stunned by the remnants of his orgasm. It felt as if it had never stopped. Pressure throbbed in his abdomen and pelvis so intensely that he thought he’d explode. The sensation made the back of his thighs ache and more tears escaped his eyes. He was unintentionally fucking himself on Suguru’s cock as his hips spasmed, his prostate stinging from the constant abuse it took. Satoru looked into Suguru’s eyes, still gasping, and hoped he was good enough for Suguru like this. Limp and useless.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” Suguru gasped onto Satoru’s lips. His thrusts were sloppy, his skin meeting Satoru’s at uneven paces. Satoru cried beneath him as their moans became some sort of sick, sinful symphony. “Can you take it?”
Satoru was so fucked out that all he could do was nod, Suguru’s pleasure the only thing on his mind. He watched as Suguru came apart above him, completely disheveled. His hair stuck to his cheeks and his eyes were aflame with what Satoru could only describe as hunger. The timing of his thrusts was matched with a heavy groan falling from his lips, each puff of air mixing with the whining coming from Satoru’s own.
He watched as Suguru’s eyebrows creased and his eyes fell shut, knowing that he was nearly there. Satoru put his hands all over Suguru—in his hair, down his back, on his hips—hoping that it was enough to push him over the edge. He settled for pushing him further inside and clenching around his cock. He knew how much Suguru loved that.
Suguru shuddered, his body overtaken by heat as tingles rushed up his spine and down to his toes. His orgasm took him by surprised, like a wave crashing suddenly on the shore. His breath had been stolen from his lungs, exhaled in a loud keen. He was disconnected from his body, yet simultaneously hyper-aware. He couldn’t see, his vision blurred by unshed tears and sweat, but the ache that settled in his groin as he came was pleasantly painful. His legs shook as his hips spasmed, so weak that he leaned into Satoru completely. They were so heated that Suguru couldn’t distinguish between Satoru’s body and his. He could hear Satoru whimpering under him and feel his breath on his shoulder.
They caught their breath and basked in their afterglows, uncaring of the sweat and cum that stuck to their bodies. Suguru pressed kisses to Satoru’s swollen lips and tear-streaked face as Satoru reveled in the praises that spilled from his lips. They stayed like that for a while, connected and embraced, and empty-headed and content. They stayed there until sleep threatened to take them under, and spent their evening pampering each other with warm baths, savory soba, and overly sweet desserts.