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It had started as a joke. Satoru's got a big mouth, after all, so he's always making these comments or suggestive jokes or whatever, and he's used to Suguru usually brushing them off as things he doesn't actually mean. 

Which is why it was quite a surprise, really, that when he went "What, like it's hard to fuck someone? I'd definitely be much better at it than you", he didn't expect Suguru to go "Really? Prove it then." 

And that’s how they ended up here, in their bedroom, with their newly cleaned, white sheets underneath them and the blinds closed to offer them some privacy from their neighbours, and Suguru lounging underneath Satoru, looking awfully relaxed and content even though he’s got two of his fingers inside of himself. He’s gazing up at Satoru while he’s touching himself, apparently feeling a bit amused given the small curve of his lips, twisting and curling his fingers with skilful moves of his hand.  

“You’re not being very helpful,” he comments, Suguru’s voice a low, delicious lick against Satoru’s spine. 

His tone is all deep and hot, the way it gets whenever he’s horny, and Satoru fucking loves it – loves it a bit too much, really, because he’s already hard and leaking himself, and it’s not like he needs anything more to rile him up. Not when he knows that he’s about to fuck Suguru, he’s actually gonna fuck him, be inside him, get to experience what Suguru does on a daily basis to him. 

“Whaddya mean?” Satoru asks dumbly, sitting between Suguru’s legs. 

He’s been lazily touching his own cock while watching his boyfriend, trying to keep his movements slow and gentle without really succeeding. 

“I’m usually the one who fingers you,” Suguru snickers, smile widening as his gaze darts down to Satoru’s hand. “Though I guess you’re busy.” 

Rolling his eyes, Satoru releases his dick before positioning himself a little closer to Suguru, moving his hand to rest on a strong, broad thigh. Right by Suguru’s own hand, giving him a bit of a warning before Satoru slides his fingers down, resting next to where Suguru’s fingers are pushing inside. 

“I– I’ll use one, yeah?” he asks, glancing up at Suguru for approval. 

Suguru nods, slowing down the pace of his fingers, waiting for Satoru to slip one of his own inside next to his. Their knuckles bump against each other, their movements clumsy until Satoru gets his entire finger inside and stills it, peeking up at Suguru once more. 

“You’re good,” Suguru murmurs, “keep going.” 

So Satoru starts moving his finger back and forth, Suguru quickly joining him, the speed slow but unfaltering. It’s all warm and wet around him, Suguru’s own fingers slicked with lube, making it an easy slide for Satoru’s finger, too. 

He’s watching their fingers intently, blue eyes completely fixed on Suguru’s entrance, how pink and wet it is, and how good it looks when their fingers push in and out, opening him up. It makes Satoru’s cock twitch, already so hard that he’s aching, and that isn’t really a good sign this early in the night, but also, Suguru’s looking hot as fuck and it’s not like he can be blamed for finding his boyfriend this attractive. 

“Are– does it feel good?” he murmurs then, his voice low and raspy, heavy with arousal. 

“Mhm.” Suguru hums, still watching Satoru’s face as he moves his fingers leisurely. “What about you? Is it nice to finger me?” 

Satoru nods immediately, ignoring the fact that he’s being a little too eager and a little too obedient for his own preference. He’s too horny to care, really. “Yeah. You’re really soft inside.” He licks his lips, looking up at Suguru’s face again. “And hot.” 

Suguru’s smile widens yet again, those dark, golden eyes of his glittering in the dimness of their bedroom. “Yeah? Wanna feel what it’s like around your cock?” 

Finding himself nodding again, Satoru sits up a little straighter. Still moving his finger, but not paying much attention to that point of contact anymore. “Yeah. Yes.” He swallows, nods again. “We could do that.” 

Laughing a little at Satoru’s attempt at hiding his eagerness, Suguru pulls his fingers out, waiting for Satoru to tug out his own finger too, before he lays down against the pillows. “C’mere, kiss me first. Show me that you have some romantic bones in that lanky body of yours, eh?” 

Satoru scoffs, but crawls on top of him to reach his face nevertheless. “Tch. ‘m not lanky.” He presses a kiss to Suguru’s mouth, then another one to his jaw. 

“Sure you aren’t,” Suguru coos, then winds his fingers into Satoru’s hair, tugging him closer. His legs are resting on each side of Satoru, spread wide and comfortable. “C’mon, kiss me properly.” 

Satoru obeys yet again, a little too turned on by Suguru’s quiet, self-assured words to really protest. It’s hot when his boyfriend takes a little control, when he tells Satoru what to do – it makes something warm and restless pool low in Satoru’s belly, leaving his veins alight and burning. 

Licking his way inside Suguru’s mouth, they immediately start rubbing their tongues together, the kiss wet and lewd and delicious. Satoru loves it when he can hear the sounds of their kisses throughout the room, can hear the smacking of their lips and their breathless panting. Can feel the saliva slicking the edge of his mouth as he tastes Suguru properly, relishing it when Suguru tugs a little on his hair to keep Satoru still for him.

“Good,” Suguru breathes after a while, pressing another open-mouthed and filthy kiss to Satoru’s lips. His pupils are dilated, pitch-black and big as he looks up at him. “Grab your cock.” 

Circling a hand around his dick, Satoru gives it a few painfully slow pumps as he looks up at Suguru for direction again, then inches a little closer. 

“There you go,” Suguru murmurs, voice low and relaxed. Lounging on his back, strong thighs lazily spread around Satoru's hips, Suguru looks like he doesn't have a worry in the world. “And now, put it inside.”

Resting the tip of his cock against Suguru’s hole, Satoru feels his heart beat so hard that it’s almost threatening to dart out of him. He holds Suguru’s gaze as he lines himself up, watching his face intently as Suguru’s eyes crinkle with amusement, and then as he nods. 

Satoru pushes inside, careful at first then suddenly pressing forward and bottoming out as his eyes widen and his mouth falls open, eyebrows arching at the sensation. 

“Oh,” he gasps, a moan ripping out of him. “Oh, fuck.”

Satoru stares down at where his dick is entering Suguru, almost in disbelief as he lowers his hands to grab Suguru's hips. “Fuck, you're tight. And wet. But it's so– it's so fucking tight. Wha-” 

As Suguru clenches around him, watching Satoru closely with a smug, foxlike smile, Satoru bucks his hips forward and groans helplessly. “Shit.” 

“Feels good, huh?” Suguru croons, slipping down a hand to leisurely play with his cock. 

“Y-yeah.” Breathing harshly, Satoru squeezes Suguru’s hips so hard that it’s surely painful. “Suguru, shit, how are you so–” 

He’s unable to stop himself as he rocks his hips a few times, feeling that wonderful heat squeeze around his cock, and then he suddenly rocks his hips some more until they’re not only rocking, but properly thrusting back and forth inside of Suguru. His movements aren’t rough so he’s not worried that he’s hurting Suguru, but his eyes still dart up to make sure that Suguru doesn’t mind, that he’s fine with Satoru doing this. He really hope he is, because Satoru isn’t sure if he’d be able to stop.

But Suguru just watches him serenely, eyes curved and amused as they steadily linger on Satoru’s face. Simply observing him, running over his face as Satoru keeps moving, keeps pushing his dick inside.

He’s got his dick inside– fuck, that turns Satoru on so bad, and fuck, fuck, it feels so good, and Suguru’s feeling good, and Satoru is inside of Suguru, and it’s hot and slick and tight, and fuck.

Satoru starts moving his hips a little faster, his movements still shaky and uneven, a little clumsy maybe, and he removes one hand from Suguru’s hip to press it into the sheet next to him instead, leaning over him.

“Fuck,” Satoru groans, then moans loudly. “That– that’s so good.”

He keeps breathing harshly as he moves his hips, suddenly whimpering as if he is the one getting fucked, and then Suguru feels something wet and warm spreading inside of himself. 

He snorts. “Already? Really?”

“Shut up,” Satoru whines, hips still thrusting unsteadily as he fucks Suguru through his climax. “I’ll–I’ll use reverse cursed technique, okay? Just– just, fuck, gimme a sec.” 

Suguru’s lips twitch. “Sure.” 

Releasing Satoru’s hair, he instead runs his hands down his back, cupping his small, defined waist for a moment before he strokes him soothingly. “I’m glad you’re feeling good, though.” Suguru hums thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s lower lip. “Mmm. You sure came a lot, Satoru.” 

“S-shut it,” Satoru croaks out. The idea of Suguru filled up with his cum is enough to make his blood boil, and considering that he just used rct to remove any lingering oversensitivity from his body, he’d rather not immediately come again. Because Suguru’s still squeezing around him, still hot and soft and so fucking wonderful, and it’s feeling really good, it’s feeling really fucking stupidly good, and Satoru’s hips are already moving again, eager and greedy as they snap against Suguru’s ass. “Can’t help it when, shit, when you feel so fucking good.” 

Laughing softly, Suguru moves one hand in between their bodies as he wraps it around his cock again, stroking it slowly. “Yeah? Gonna leave me nice and sore?” 

Satoru moans at that, loud and hoarsely, and it’s so unfair, it’s so fucking unfair that Suguru can just say stuff like that, because now Satoru really wants to fuck him nice and sore, to leave him unable to sit properly, and fuck, fuck, this really shouldn’t be this addictive. How can Suguru not only be so fucking good at pounding him, but also take it so well, all pleasant smiles and pretty words and such a big, broad, stupidly hot body, allowing Satoru to push inside of him, allowing him to cum inside – Satoru feels himself go a little frantic at that knowledge, a little dumb, because Suguru trusts him, he trusts him so much, and that makes him so, so horny. 

“S-stop talking,” he grits out, already feeling himself move closer to that exquisite edge again. 

His dick is so hard, throbbing as he keeps fucking it in and out of Suguru, unable to keep a steady pace as his hips stutter and tremble whenever it feels a little too good. Which is pretty much all of the time, honestly, because it just feels stupidly good, and Suguru looks stupidly hot, and Satoru feels stupidly horny in general.

“Shame,” Suguru murmurs, moving his lips to graze them against Satoru’s throat, giving the soft skin a little bite. “You always come so much harder when I do.” 

“Exactly why you should keep quiet,” Satoru pants, eyes going half-lidded as he keeps bucking into his boyfriend, keeps grinding and pushing and thrusting inside in that uneven rhythm he’s got going. Head completely empty besides for thoughts about how good it is, how hot, how tight, how much he wishes he could do this for every second of every day. It’s just good.

Suguru’s eyes glitter, but he does listen to Satoru and keep quiet as he slowly jerks himself off, his other hand running down Satoru’s damp, sweaty back. Softly skimming over his spine, his hip, resting on top of his ass for a moment as he urges Satoru to go a little faster – then settling right over Satoru’s own entrance, the tip of Suguru’s middle finger pushing inside. 

Satoru jolts, and then he comes, so hard and so fast, his forehead falling onto Suguru’s shoulder as he lets out a loud, filthy moan.

“Suguru,” he groans, whining as Suguru keeps his finger there, pressing his palm against Satoru’s asscheek to make him keep moving, keep fucking him as he comes. “Fu-uck, fuck, that’s– uhng, that’s cheating, you dick!” 

Satoru’s words falter as he moans once more, entire body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. “Fuck.” 

“Keep going,” Suguru breathes, grinning up at Satoru. “Rct, remember?” 

Scowling at him for a moment, Satoru then nods shakily as he allows his body to reset again, continuing to push inside of Suguru as he catches his breath. 

It’s kinda sweet, actually, how eager Satoru is to keep fucking him. He fucks like a proper amateur, all uncoordinated thrusts and ridiculous amounts of enthusiasm, but he’s so into it that Suguru can’t help but to feel a little fond. He’s not really close to coming himself yet, there’s too little of a resemblance to anything like a rhythm and Satoru hasn’t nudged his sweet spot more than a few times, but it still feels good, and Suguru’s cock is leaking hard. 

It’s laying warm and heavy against his abdomen, his own fist curled around it as he keeps squeezing and stroking it from time to time, currently just very much content with watching Satoru enjoying himself.

“I feel so good,” Satoru breathes then, blue eyes sparkly and vibrant as they settle on Suguru’s face. They’re carrying a dazedness to them, probably due to the two orgasms that have already hit him in less than ten minutes, but he still manages to focus on Suguru, making sure that he’s feeling good, too. “I wish– wish I could do this all day. It’s so good, Suguru, you have no, oh, no idea how good it is.” 

“I think I do, actually,” Suguru says serenely, holding back a laugh as he watches Satoru’s blissed out face. It’s all pink-cheeked and flushed, Satoru’s lips parted and swollen as he keeps breathing harshly, keeps letting out these sounds, these groans, these whimpers. 

He looks all fucked out already, even though he’s technically the one doing the fucking, and it’s just a really nice sight; a Gojo Satoru in a post-orgasm daze, who’s still fucking into Suguru with impatient rolls of his hips, has to be one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen. 

Satoru ignores his retort, instead focusing on smoothing out his jagged rhythm as he rests an arm on either side of Suguru’s head, dropping his forehead to rest against Suguru’s shoulder again. 

“Are– are you feeling good?” Satoru rasps, breath warm against Suguru’s skin. 

“You're wondering if I’m close to coming, aren't you?” Suguru sees right through him, chuckling when Satoru lets out a small, offended noise. “It feels good, yeah, but I’m not quite at the point of coming untouched yet.” He rubs his dick a little harder, his fist imprisoned between his and Satoru’s bodies. 

“Yeah, well.” Satoru licks his lips, then presses a kiss to Suguru’s throat. “G-get ready to be ravished, alright?” 

Swallowing his laughter, Suguru hums indulgently and delivers a soft slap to Satoru’s ass. “Alright. Consider me ready.” 

He then lifts his hand up to his face, sucking on his finger until he’s sure that it’s thoroughly wet, before moving it back down and stroking it against Satoru’s hole.

Satoru shudders underneath him. “Fuck, Suguru, that–”

Suguru slips the tip of his finger inside, feeling it as Satoru shivers again, and then pushes the entire digit inside. 

A soft, deep-throated noise leaves Satoru’s mouth, and then his hips go wild, thrusting into Suguru with fervour. 

“Fuck,” he groans, loud and breathless and hoarse, hips churning helplessly against Suguru’s ass as he starts fucking him a little harder than before, a little faster. 

It’s nice, and it feels good, it feels really good, actually, so Suguru lets out a little moan of his own as he keeps stroking his cock and fucking Satoru’s ass with one finger.

“Don’t,” Satoru blurts out, voice tinged with a hint of despair. “Don’t– don’t make sounds like that, please, fuck, you’re gonna make me come again.” 

“But I’m feeling good,” Suguru breathes, a soft purr to his tone as he keeps speaking. “Satoru is doing such a good job fucking me.” 

“Nngh,” gasping, Satoru presses his face against Suguru’s neck, hips bucking wildly at the praise. His face is all sweat-slick and pink at this point, stars in his eyes from the multiple orgasms, from the praise. “Suguru.”

“Satoru,” Suguru moans, crooking his finger until the pad of it is pressing against Satoru’s prostate, and then chuckles as Satoru tenses up and comes again. 

“Fu-u-uck,” Satoru moans brokenly, the word dragged out as he shudders and lurches forward, pressing as deep into Suguru as possible. 

It’s like he’s tasting a drop of heaven with how intense his orgasms are, the way they are making his skin crawl, the high like nothing he’s ever experienced before. He just feels good, it’s like when Suguru fucks him into their mattress but differently because now Satoru can feel him squeeze around him, he can feel his own cum slip out next to his dick, and he’s never really wondered about the meaning of life, but now he’s starting to feel like this might be it; like he was born here on this planet, in this exact time and place and universe, to fuck Suguru, and to have Suguru fuck him. 

“Hey,” a low voice murmurs next to his ear, giving a gentle nibble to his earlobe. “You good?” 

Suguru’s face conveys nothing but entertainment, but he still checks up with Satoru, still makes sure that he’s okay after three of these nearly life-altering orgasms. 

“So good,” Satoru whimpers, groaning when Suguru moves the finger he’s still got inside of his ass. “So, so good, I feel so fucking good. Let’s stop doing jujutsu, okay, let’s just do this all day instead, please?” 

Suguru’s laugh is soft against his cheek. “We already fuck every day. We’d end up as hermits at that point.” 

“Good,” Satoru’s nods are ardent as he continues thrusting into Suguru, heedless of how his own cum keeps trickling out, pooling into a filthy mess on their sheets. “Good, good, I bet hermits have lots of sex.” 

“Idiot,” Suguru says fondly, then gasps softly as Satoru starts fucking him a little harder, nudging his own sweet spot. “Ah, there. Keep doing it like that, Satoru.” 

“Like this?” Satoru sounds breathless, his attention immediately zeroing in on Suguru’s face and the exact way he’s moving his hips, trying to imitate his last movement. He knows that he’s got it when he watches Suguru’s mouth part, his eyes falling shut for a second, pretty brows furrowing a little. 

“Yeah.” Suguru strokes his own cock a bit faster, finally showing some signs of not being completely  indifferent himself. His breaths are coming a little quicker, that broad chest of his rising against Satoru’s as he spread his thighs a bit further, allowing Satoru to reach even deeper. 

Satoru can’t look away from his face as Suguru keeps enjoying himself, keeps tilting his hips up to meet Satoru’s thrusts. He just looks so good like this, so handsome, his long, dark hair pooling underneath his head and shoulders against the pillows. Satoru had originally planned on fucking him from behind and tugging on it, but things didn’t exactly go according to plan, and now he’s got enough just keeping himself from coming again, nevertheless being able to bend Suguru this way or that. 

Suguru’s still enjoying himself, though, he definitely is, because his fat cock is leaking precome all over his fist, and Satoru can see how red it is, how hard it surely must be, and it makes his own dick throb in response. He’s so used to having Suguru’s cock inside of himself, to ride it or suck it or get absolutely railed apart by it, but now it’s just lying there in his hand, not being used for anything but for Suguru to make himself feel good, and that’s kinda nice, too. Suguru always takes such great care of Satoru in bed, always fucks him until his throat turns hoarse from screaming, cheeks filled with dried tears, ass full of Suguru’s cum, and it always makes Satoru feel really, really loved, so he sort of wants to do the same thing for Suguru. 

And yeah, maybe all that he’s done so far is to fill him up with lots of Satoru’s cum, but at least that’s something, right, it shows him how much he means to Satoru, how good he’s making Satoru feel. And from the way Suguru is now arching his back slightly underneath him, moving his fist a little quicker, Satoru’s getting the feeling that this hot, confident boyfriend of his maybe is starting to show some signs of weakness, too. 

“Mhmm.” Sighing softly, Suguru spends some time squeezing the head of his cock before he continues stroking himself, looking up at Satoru with half-lidded eyes. “That feels nice. You’re so deep.” 

Satoru’s own dick throbs as he keeps moving his hips, nodding shakily. “Y-yeah, it’s– it’s good. I can feel it when you– ah, when you squeeze.” Hissing, Satoru has to close his eyes as Suguru demonstrates just how well he can clench around him. “S-shit, yeah, like that.” 

Chuckling, Suguru keeps squeezing around his cock while watching Satoru’s face. “You tend to do that a lot, too. Especially when you’re close to coming.” His eyes, dark and content, narrow a little, and his fist speeds up as his breathing gets rougher. “You make these pretty sounds, too. Like hiccups, sorta.” Suguru releases a slow, shaky exhale, visibly turned on now as he keeps staring up at Satoru. “Always makes me wanna fuck you even harder.” 

“S-Suguru,” Satoru rasps, thrusts turning fervid as he keeps fucking into his boyfriend, keeps pushing into his heat. 

It’s a sloppy rhythm he’s built up but he’s too far gone to care, and Suguru doesn’t seem to mind either as he presses another finger inside Satoru’s ass, now fucking him with two fingers. Keeps nudging them against his prostate, his pace fast and unrelenting, sending these wicked shivers up Satoru’s spine, leaving him feeling so fucking good. It’s kinda overwhelming, but in a really good way, because not only is he getting his ass fucked, but he also gets to fuck Suguru’s ass, and he gets to look at him like this, lying on his back, all glittery eyes and a lazy smirk on his lips and broad muscles and fuck, Satoru’s so into it, and he’s so into him.

“Nnh,” lowering his head, Satoru tilts his chin until their lips are pressing together, clumsily licking his way into Suguru’s mouth. He just needs to taste him, to feel the warmth of their tongues together, to get that tiny, impossible inch closer to him. He just wants Suguru everywhere, in every way, always, and it’s perhaps a little strange how that urge only makes him fuck into him harder, but Satoru definitely doesn’t mind, and Suguru doesn’t seem to mind either – not when his eyes shut for a few seconds as he groans quietly, then blinks back open to look at Satoru.

“Any other positions you wanted to try?” he murmurs, and oh, that probably means he’s close to coming then, if he starts asking about things like that. 

And honestly, it shouldn’t make Satoru this excited to know that his boyfriend is close, to know that he’s about to see Suguru’s pretty, pretty face while he comes, and to hear his deep, stupidly hot moan, the one that makes Satoru’s cheeks so warm that they burn; but it’s not like his body is listening to him at all, because Satoru can’t help but to push even closer, hiding his face against Suguru’s throat as he whimpers embarrassingly loud. 

“N-no, it’s okay,” he gasps out, moving a hand to grab Suguru’s hip, desperately tugging him even closer to himself. “I like– fuck, I like looking at you like this.” 

Suguru watches him for a moment, then snorts. 

“Cute,” he says, then grins and pushes the two fingers inside of Satoru’s ass even deeper. “You’re worried you’re gonna come again, aren’t you.” 

Satoru tries to shoot him a glare, but instead his eyes scrunch close as Suguru grinds his fingertips against his prostate, and Satoru shudders as a broken moan leaves his throat. “Fuck.” 

“It’s fine if you do,” Suguru murmurs, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s sweaty temple. “When you’re done fucking me, it’s my turn.” 

“Hhnh?” Blinking dumbly, Satoru meets Suguru’s stare. “Y-you’re gonna fuck me?” 

“Yeah.” Suguru pulls his fingers almost all the way out of Satoru’s ass, then slips them back in. Playing with his entrance, almost, like he’s making sure that he’s nice and stretched for him. The thought makes Satoru’s breath hitch. “Wanna feel you squeeze around me, too.” 

The idea of having Suguru’s cock inside of him, even though he experiences it pretty much every single day, is enough to make something searingly hot run through his veins, all the way down to his lower stomach where it burns, and it burns, and it burns, and he feels so fucking warm and restless, and he just– he just wants, just wants Suguru so badly. 

So Satoru does the only thing that makes sense for his feverish body – he grabs hold of Suguru’s waist, tugs him closer until his ass is cradled against Satoru’s hips, and then snaps into him as quick and as hard as he’s able to. It’s a bit clumsy still, his thrusts a bit awkward and visibly inexperienced, but Suguru leans his head back and moans again, stroking his cock even faster, and Satoru feels like he’s burning alive. 

“S-Suguru,” he hiccups, feeling overwhelmed with the pressure around his dick, the fingers playing with his ass, the sight of his beautiful as fuck soulmate enjoying himself. “I’m– I’m gonna–”

“Just a tiny bit more,” Suguru bites out, voice breathy and hoarse. “Almost there.” 

Satoru’s toes curl as he tries to hold back, he tries so fucking hard; he’s Gojo Satoru for fuck’s sake, he’s able to kill special grade curses like they’re mosquitos, so he really shouldn’t be struggling this hard not to come for the fourth time in what feels like two minutes. But he is, and he wants to please Suguru so fucking bad, so he bites down on his shoulder, he clutches his waist so hard that it’s probably bruising, and he somehow manages to keep his orgasm at bay.

That is – until Suguru’s mouth pops open, a throaty groan leaving him, and then he comes all over his abdomen, fist working his cock hard. 

Satoru follows not even a second later. His orgasm hits him so hard that he sees white, nothing but the sound of his panting and their bed creaking in his ears as he bows over Suguru and comes inside him for the fourth time that night. A whiny moan slips out his mouth as his hips keep rocking forward, desperate to be as deep as possible inside his boyfriend. 

“There you go,” Suguru coos, releasing his cock to instead pet Satoru’s back as he falls down on top of him. Suguru’s cum is a wet layer between their bodies now, but Satoru couldn’t care less if he tried to; he’s barely noticing it at all, too preoccupied with the surge of goodgoodgood and sensitivesensitivesensitive running through his head. “Satoru did so well.” 

Satoru whimpers, pressing his face to Suguru’s neck as another jolt shivers through his body. “Shit. That– that was.” A shaky exhale. “A lot.” 

“Mhmm.” Suguru places a kiss on his forehead, then starts moving the fingers inside his ass slowly. Just languid, gentle presses back and forth. Satoru’s barely finished coming, and yet, that touch makes his spine crawl pleasantly all over again. He’s always so fucking greedy when it comes to Suguru. “Must’ve been intense.” Suguru lowers his voice a tad, the croon of it deep and sleek to Satoru’s ears. “I still wanna fuck you really bad. Think you can go again?”

Nodding shakily, Satoru focuses on running reverse cursed technique through his body once more, feeling it smooth out any lingering sensitivity and fatigue. His head still feels all dazed, but his body is raring to go again, his cock still stiff and warm inside of Suguru. 

“Y-yeah,” he says when he notices that Suguru is waiting for him to actually reply. 

His gaze is heavy on Satoru’s face and it feels like he’s staring straight into his soul, but then Satoru sees how dark Suguru’s eyes are, how blown his pupils are, and then he just realises that ah, his boyfriend is just horny as fuck but too polite to immediately grab Satoru and fuck him the way he wants to. 

Which is sweet because yeah, even though Satoru is able to heal himself it’s not like he hasn’t gone through the emotional weight of four orgasms too, leaving his head a little loopy and overwhelmed – and fuck, he really enjoys that so much, the way Suguru picks up on things like this and is mindful of it, knowing how easily overwhelmed Satoru can get at times. Always making sure to check in when he feels like Satoru might be pushing himself more than what’s actually smart, or when he’s not sure if the tears sliding down Satoru’s cheeks are from being fucked too well or if he’s actually hurting. 

It’s sweet, and it’s dumb, because it’s not like Satoru isn’t strong enough to push Suguru away if he does anything he isn’t up for – but also, Satoru doesn’t think there ever has been anything that he hasn’t been up for with Suguru. He just wants everything he has to offer, he always wants to say yes to Suguru, and maybe it would’ve been different if Suguru ever tried to take advantage of that, but seeing the way Suguru cares for him, the way he looks at him and listens and notices these tiny details, like when Satoru gets a little too eager during blowjobs and forgets to breathe for a moment too long, so Suguru grabs his hair and pulls him off his cock and scolds him, even though it’d quite frankly be impossible for Satoru to hurt himself during something like that when he’s got rct available – it just makes Satoru so incredibly, vehemently sure that trusting Suguru is the smartest fucking thing he’s ever done in his life. 

So he holds Suguru’s stare, licks his lips while he gathers his thoughts, and then goes, “So. I made myself come four times by fucking you. Think you can do any better?” 

He watches as he sees the realisation of Satoru’s eagerness to keep going hit Suguru, sees Suguru’s eyes narrow with purpose. Can feel his dick twitch against Satoru’s stomach, hard and big and silky, regardless of how Suguru has no rct of his own. He just wants Satoru really badly. 

What a stroke of luck that Satoru wants him really badly, too. 

“Cocky.” Suguru’s breath is warm against Satoru’s neck as he gives a soft bite to it. “Let me know if I get too rough, alright?” 

“Yeah,” Satoru breathes out, skin already prickling with anticipation. 

He barely manages to pull away, his cock slipping out of Suguru’s hole to leave an absolute filthy mess of cum behind – he’s about to comment on it, but then Suguru grabs him and easily pushes him down onto the mattress, his stomach now lying flat against that same pool of cum. It’s still warm and it immediately sticks to his skin, and Satoru wants to complain, but Suguru tugs his hips up with one hand and positions his cock with his other, and then fucks into Satoru with a single snap of his hips.

The sound slipping out of Satoru’s mouth is so guttural that it makes his throat rasp. Biting down on the pillow, he feels his skin tingle dangerously as Suguru pulls out almost all the way and then fucks into him again, this time even harder, even deeper.

Suguru’s cock is bigger than Satoru’s, both in length and thickness, which makes it feel like it’s almost pushing all the way up to his throat as he starts ramming into him with this feverish pace to his hips. It’s so hard that it makes Satoru’s ass jingle, which is a fairly impressive feat considering that he’s hardly got an ass at all. 

Using one hand to hold Satoru’s hips up, Suguru snakes the other one into Satoru’s hair, tangling his fingers into the sweaty mop of white strands and tugging on it while ramming into him. His movements are all smooth and assertive, carrying a certain kind of confidence to them that you really only get when you know that you’re good at something – and yeah, Suguru might be really good at a bunch of stuff, but he really, properly excels at fucking Satoru. It’s so obvious in the tiny quirk of his lips as he looks down at Satoru’s back, watching him pant and whimper and drool onto the bedding underneath him, sees the way he jolts whenever Suguru’s cock reaches particularly deep, the way his back automatically arches for him. 

It’s the way that he always knows what Satoru wants, what Satoru needs, and knows precisely how to give it to him. Knows how to make him feel so good that he goes non-verbal and teary-eyed, thoroughly busy just breathing and clutching onto the closest thing, regardless of that being the sheets or a piece of furniture or Suguru’s arms. 

“Mhmm,” Suguru groans, low and pleased. “You’re squeezing already, Satoru.” 

Satoru doesn’t reply; he’s too busy rolling his eyes back into his head, holding on for dear life as he comes untouched and shivers underneath Suguru. A hoarse moan tears out of him, and it sounds really nice, so Suguru tugs a little harder on his hair, pulling his face away from the pillow. 

“No hiding,” Suguru chides, snapping his hips extra hard to make his point. “Let me hear, please.” 

Another fucked out noise leaves Satoru’s mouth, and then he looks over his shoulder, staring up at Suguru with these big, blue, tear-filled eyes, and he looks like a fucking angel. He looks so out of it, like he’s been fucked too well to remember who or even where he is, and that makes Suguru burn with satisfaction, because Satoru never gets that way.

He’s loud and he’s bratty and he’s silly and he’s smart, and everyone gets to see him like that, smug or annoyed or showing off, but only Suguru gets to see him like this. Gets to see him docile and pretty and openly crying, so incredibly far away from that infamous display of being the strongest that everybody knows so well, the one that portrays him as endlessly strong and confident and powerful.

And sure, Satoru’s still all of those things, but now he’s also soft and pliant and so wonderfully sweet for Suguru, glazed over eyes lingering on Suguru’s while Satoru spreads his thighs a tiny bit wider, allowing Suguru that infinitesimal hint deeper inside of him. Because he’s good, and he’s attentive, and he reads Suguru just as well as Suguru reads him, so he can tell that Suguru is always just a snap away from allowing that small, ugly, possessive part of him loose to take as much of Satoru as he’d like to. To get as deep inside as possible, to make Satoru walk a bit strange for the rest of the day, to mark him in a way that nobody else gets to, because he’s all Suguru’s. 

Suguru would feel bad about it, he even does from time to time, but it’s kind of hard to when he sees how excited Satoru gets whenever Suguru lets that side of him show a little. How Satoru’s eyes widen with glee, his grin turning a little bit sharper, a little bit more feral, before he starts poking at Suguru’s walls until he finally slips and grabs Satoru a hint too hard, watching him shudder and then beg Suguru to do it again. 

It’s perhaps strange that Suguru feels the urge to treat Satoru like that now, to roughen him up a bit and leave him sore, when he can still feel Satoru’s cum trickle out of his own hole. But then again, maybe the knowledge that he let Satoru take another one of his firsts, just like he’s been there to take all of Satoru’s, is enough to stoke that blaze of possessiveness, the need to bring Satoru all the way to the edge of what he can handle and then lovingly carry him back. Maybe the evidence of the bottomless trust they have for each other is what makes Suguru’s veins burn bright and fiery with a craving to show Satoru just how well he knows what he needs and how to give it to him. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, releasing Satoru’s hair to instead cup his cheek, then letting his palm run down to grab his jaw. “Fuck, you’re pretty. I love seeing you like this.” 

Satoru’s eyes are still lidded and barely focused, yet they’re resting on Suguru’s face with nothing but attentiveness as he looks at him, still moaning softly at every deep thrust into his body. Simply watching Suguru, the blue of his eyes so stupidly vivid and pretty.

And then Satoru smiles — his mouth is half-open, every groan and whimper easily slipping out, curling up at the corners as he shoots Suguru this mindless, blissful smile, his eyes crinkling just the slightest.

“Then fuck me like you mean it,” he breathes softly. 

Suguru stares at him, and then his own mouth slips into something razor-sharp and delighted, using the hold on Satoru’s jaw and hip to tug Satoru up towards him, his back pressing against Suguru’s chest. They’re all sweat-slick and disgusting, but Suguru finds that he loves the feel of it when their skin slips and glides together, making them stick to each other a tiny bit. 

His hand leaves Satoru’s hip to instead run down his chest, resting over his heart for just a second to feel that quick, steady beat of it, and then smoothing down his strong, muscled abdomen to rest just below his belly bottom. Using the grip he has on Satoru’s jaw, he easily tilts their chins just a tad more to the side, allowing their mouths to touch in something wet and lewd and needy, eagerly slipping his own tongue in to meet Satoru’s. 

Easily disregarding the saliva trickling down their jaws, instead focusing on the way Satoru tastes and the feel of his warm breath against Suguru’s lips as he starts fucking into him as hard as he’s able to, using the hold around Satoru’s waist as leverage.

“Ah,” Satoru whimpers, and then his eyes squeeze shut, head tilting back to rest against Suguru’s shoulder without breaking their kiss as Suguru pounds into him. 

He’s so hard that every clench of Satoru’s ass around his cock makes precome dribble out of him, an overload of fuck, that’s good and need more, more swarming around in his head, Suguru’s hips snapping so hard that he’s probably bruising the back of Satoru’s ass at this point. He just wants more, more, more, greedy to reach the deepest parts of his lover, his soulmate, his Satoru. 

“Hah– Suguru,” Satoru croaks, sleek eyebrows furrowed as he tugs his mouth a tiny bit away, breathing harshly. Satoru’s own cock is hard and dripping, slapping against his thigh with every ruthless thrust from Suguru. “I– oh, fuck!”

Suguru feels his heart flood with this warm, loving sensation at how deeply affected Satoru is, at how good he’s feeling, how overstimulated and sensitive and lovely. He then pulls their mouths back together, sealing them shut in a deep, warm kiss as he shows Satoru just how much he loves him by lowering the hand he’s been resting on Satoru’s stomach to touch his inner thigh, nudging it a tiny bit further out so Suguru can grab it better, and then lifting it. 

Satoru’s eyes jolt open, big and watery and perfect, then slip into the back of his head as Suguru fucks into him harder and deeper than ever before, the new position spreading Satoru’s cheeks and allowing Suguru to reach further inside. He’s still holding Satoru tightly enough to make sure that their mouths don’t slide apart, relishing the broken whines escaping his lips. 

“Ghh,” Satoru groans weakly, oversensitive tears trickling down his cheeks, and then he comes again for the umpteenth time that night. 

He shudders against Suguru, one hand grabbing hold of Suguru’s wrist on the arm that’s grasping his thigh, the other one slipping behind Suguru’s head to clutch at his hair. It hurts a bit, Satoru’s grip tight and uncaring, but Suguru doesn’t mind at all, too pleased by the pretty noises leaving Satoru as he continues fucking into him. 

He’s keeping up a brutal pace at this point, the sounds of their skin slapping together echoing throughout the room along with the bed creaking precariously underneath them, and yet all of that feels like an afterthought in the back of his head, something hidden in the fog that’s focused on nothing but the heavenly feel of Satoru around him. 

“S-Suguru,” Satoru whimpers brokenly, another tear gathering in the corner of his eye. He’s looking so fucked out by now, his skin flushed with sweat and tears, tinted a beautiful pink without being able to match the absolutely exquisite hue of his lips – sore and red and swollen, still brushing against Suguru’s own. “How the f-fuck haven’t you, shit, come yet, you– you ass.” 

And of course, that makes Suguru’s rhythm stutter, his mouth slipping away from Satoru’s to look at him with astonishment as he slows down a little. Staring at his barely standing boyfriend, who somehow — some-fucking-how — manages to find the energy to scoff and complain even when he’s been fucked to the edge of unconsciousness. Satoru has come enough times that his cock can’t seem to get completely hard anymore, his tears leaving these traces down his cheeks and his throat, the soreness of his voice a pitiful copy of his usually loud and clear tone — and yet, naturally, he has to poke at Suguru because he’s embarrassed by the amount of times he came while on top. 

Suguru snorts, feeling the hyper-focus he’s had on fucking Satoru hard slip away to something stupidly fond and endlessly amused instead as he lowers the speed of his hips, fucking into Satoru slow yet deep. 

“Maybe,” he drawls, holding Satoru’s blue and somewhat peeved stare, “it’s because I want you to feel good, too, instead of only focusing on myself.” 

Satoru scrunches up his nose. “Tch,” he murmurs, then winces as Suguru snaps his hips a little harder in retaliation. “T-that’s not a very alpha male mindset of you. Makes you more of a bitch.” 

Suguru’s lips curl as he lowers his hand from Satoru’s jaw to instead mindlessly play with one of his nipples, watching Satoru flinch and whimper. He’s got stupidly sensitive nipples, that man, all pink and soft and so very easy to stimulate. 

“Is that so,” Suguru coos, lowering his voice into something sweet and honeyed. “But if I am the bitch, and I’m here fucking you,” he thrusts sharply into Satoru again, feeling him squeeze and shudder around him, “… then what does that make you?”

“Fuck,” Satoru groans, eyes clenching shut as his head falls forward. “That’s not the– fuck, that’s not the point.” 

“Alright, I’ll humour you.” Suguru brushes his lips against Satoru’s jaw, licking against the soft, sweat-damp skin. It tastes good on his tongue, and from the shiver running through Satoru’s body, he can tell that Satoru is into it, too. “What can I do to get that alpha male mindset you speak so fondly of?” 

He’s still slowly thrusting in and out of Satoru’s ass, feeling too fond of his dumbass boyfriend to mind the interruption in the middle of them fucking. If Satoru starts spouting nonsense, there’s usually a reason for it — and Suguru can’t help but to be a little curious about what that reason is.

“Well.” Satoru clears his throat, the rasp of it still audible as he flutters his eyes back open while avoiding Suguru’s stare. “If I– If I were the one still fucking you, I’d. I’d grab your hair.” 

Suguru blinks, watching Satoru for a moment longer. He then releases his nipple after giving another soft pinch to it, instead lifting his hand to intertwine his fingers with Satoru’s messy, pale hair. 

Satoru’s breath hitches. “Harder.” 

Suguru tightens his clutch, feeling Satoru melt against him a bit in response. 

“And I– I’d tug your head back so it’d be resting on my shoulder. So I could bite your throat.” 

Holding back a chuckle, Suguru slowly pulls on Satoru’s locks, dragging him back by his hair until he’s placed just the way he described. Satoru’s cheeks are pink and lovely as he keeps averting his gaze, swallowing thickly. 

“Then I’d bounce you on my dick,” he mumbles, voice thick with arousal. His cock has finally filled out properly again, resting against and slightly sticking to Satoru’s lower stomach, the tip of it glistening with precome. “Really hard and really fast. Until I– you’re crying and begging me to stop.” 

Suguru releases Satoru’s thigh and sinks back on his heels, running his palm down to wrap it around Satoru’s cock for a moment, giving it a few soft strokes, before he grasps his hip. 

He lowers his mouth until it’s resting by Satoru’s ear. “Even if you beg?” he murmurs. 

Satoru nods shakily, finally meeting Suguru’s gaze again. “…Yeah.” 

Pressing their lips together softly, Suguru holds the kiss for a few seconds before he pulls back and starts paying attention to Satoru’s neck instead, delivering a slow, wet lick to it before he bites down. Satoru jolts, his mouth popping open to let out a filthy moan, and that’s when Suguru starts snapping his hips up into him, fucking him just as mercilessly as Satoru asked for. 

He rams up into him, feeling the slick, snug heat of Satoru’s ass tense up around him as Suguru delivers thrust after thrust to his prostate, his own breathing going ragged from how fucking good it feels, how fucking tight it is, how fucking pretty the noises Satoru’s making are. His spine is crawling from the unplanned edging Satoru had imposed on him, leaving him a little unhinged as he chases his own orgasm, hot and pent up and restless as he keeps up the relentless pace of his thrusts. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Satoru whimpers, his chest heaving as he breathes harshly, grabbing onto Suguru’s arm so tightly that his knuckles go white. “So deep, fuck, that’s s-so fucking deep-”

And it is deep, Suguru’s fucking Satoru so hard and thorough that his balls barely stop nudging against his ass, constantly pressing against Satoru’s skin as Suguru fucks into him urgently. He can barely recognise his own voice as he bites out, “Not deep enough,” then uses his grasp around Satoru’s hip to pull him down onto his cock, pushing his hips up while tugging Satoru down. 

The movement seems to finally break Satoru a little — he gasps, then lets out this shaky, broken sob as he comes untouched again, angling his head so he can bury his face against Suguru’s neck. He’s panting wetly against it, or perhaps that’s Satoru’s tears tinging his skin, Suguru can’t really tell because he’s too focused on fucking into him, thrusting and pushing and shoving himself inside while gravity assists in making Satoru sink down on his cock. 

“Suguru,” Satoru rasps, sounding overwhelmed and blissful all at once. “Suguru, Suguru-”

“Satoru,” Suguru groans reverently, grabbing Satoru’s hair even tighter, burning when he hears Satoru’s following whine. “Shit, I’m– getting close.” 

Nodding urgently, Satoru simply holds on while allowing Suguru to keep using his body, keeps pounding him like there’s no tomorrow — there’s nothing controlled or relaxed about his movements now, Suguru’s thrusts instead tinged with this greedy urgency as he fucks up into Satoru’s warm, wet ass. He feels like something barbaric and savage, a lesser creature solely controlled by its instincts, especially when he sees Satoru’s mouth pop open to let those hoarse whimpers out, white and sweat-slick hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes big and unfocused, and it only turns Suguru on further. 

He can feel his body tensing up, the well-known signs of his own orgasm making his abs clench and his eyes narrow, staring intently at Satoru’s face as he keeps fucking, keeps thrusting, keeps moving. Seeing Satoru gasp and flinch at every harsh thrust, the oversensitivity making him hiss and shiver, then visibly forcing himself to stay put, being so good — so fucking good — for Suguru. Seeing Satoru blink dazedly, slowly looking up at Suguru to meet his stare as those tears in his eyes keep spilling over, keep painting his cheeks wet and shiny. Seeing Satoru notice the intensity of Suguru’s own gaze, noticing all those feelings he’s currently unable to show in any other way than but to fuck him mercilessly, for some absurd reason hoping that everything he feels for Satoru is visible in the way he’s burying himself balls-deep inside of him. 

Satoru swallows, his throat dipping with the movement, and then he grins up at Suguru — this mindless, pretty, shit-eating thing, the white of his teeth stark next to his red-flushed and filthy face, to the rosy soreness of his lips, to the vivid, shiny blue of his eyes. 

“Beautiful,” he goes, parroting Suguru’s comment from earlier. 

And Suguru would’ve been annoyed at it, really, if not for the heavy weight of sincerity in Satoru’s words. If not for the way his words, no matter how teasing, carry this tinge of love and fondness to them — Suguru immediately recognise it, because that’s the same way he speaks to Satoru.

So he looks down at this dumb, gorgeous lover of his, looks down at Satoru’s big, silly grin and the gleeful sparkle in his eyes, and then Suguru comes. It’s so intense that he feels his muscles go taut, his jaw snapping shut and fingers tightening in Satoru’s hair as his thrusts go a little frantic, pushing as deep inside of Satoru as possible before he stills and groans darkly. 

Satoru’s lips are warm against his jaw as he squeezes around Suguru’s cock, milking him as he keeps filling him up inside.

“About time,” Satoru murmurs, voice quiet and raw. One of his hands is still clutching onto Suguru's wrist, a thumb gently stroking over his skin. “I can’t feel my fucking ass anymore.” 

Suguru doesn’t reply, instead focusing on evening out his breath as Satoru keeps pressing these soft kisses to his jaw, his neck, his mouth. Slowly releasing Satoru’s hair, gently petting his sore scalp and feeling the heat of it underneath his fingertips, before Suguru grabs Satoru’s hips and carefully lifts him off his dick. A filthy string of cum immediately trickles out of his ass, clinging to Suguru’s thighs when it lands on him. 

Satoru groans softly at the movement, then lets out this tiny hitching sound from his throat when Suguru pushes him forward into the pillows once more, tugging on Satoru’s waist until he’s sprawled on his back. “You– you’re not gonna-”

Shifting forward, Suguru smoothes a kiss to Satoru’s forehead as he pulls his legs apart again, guiding his still hard cock back into Satoru’s hole. 

“Even if you beg,” Suguru murmurs, watching Satoru closely. “Right?” 

Whimpering, Satoru looks both excited and alarmed at the same time as Suguru slides all the way inside, jolting when Suguru shuffles a little closer. “…Right.” 

Smiling in satisfaction, Suguru then grasps Satoru’s legs and throws them over his forearms before he presses forward and starts fucking Satoru into their mattress, his thrusts hard and mean and absolutely relentless. He’s angling as deep as possible with every snap of his hips, disregarding the way Satoru’s breath catches as Suguru straight up pounds into him, fucking him so harshly that the bed is creaking and shifting underneath them. 

“Sugu- Suguru–” gasping, Satoru’s eyes roll back as he desperately throws his arms around, ending up with one hand in Suguru’s hair and the other one grabbing hold of the bed frame.

It’s so rough. Suguru has this look in his eyes, this dark and focused and decidedly purposeful look, like his attention is all zeroed in on fucking Satoru so hard that he’ll be bed-ridden for the rest of the night, and it’s so stupidly hot. Suguru is always so very disciplined, he’s always able to control the way he acts around others, smoothing out any annoyance or anger if needed; always so good at hiding his actual feelings or urgings, steering his composure into something pleasing and gentle. 

Not right now, though. The way Suguru is looking at Satoru, the way he’s fucking Satoru — there’s really no doubt that this is the most honest side of Suguru, the most truthful display of how he feels about Satoru and what he wants to do to him. That he wants Satoru so badly, so intensely, that he finally just takes whatever he wants, regardless of the fact that they’re making a fucking ruckus with how hard the bed is smacking against the wall, or the fact that Satoru’s breathing is all harsh and ragged from the exertion, or the fact that tears are seeping down his cheeks thanks to the oversensitivity. 

He’s feeling so many things at once and it’s making his head swim with all the sensations, his skin practically buzzing. His limbs are all hot and sluggish, the backs of his thighs and ass are sore, his mouth is dry from the panting and moaning, his cock is weeping against his stomach — but most of all, Satoru is just feeling really fucking good. 

“Gh,” he rasps out, eyes squeezing shut as Suguru hitches his hips even further up, fucking Satoru so deep that tingles shoot up his spine. “Fuck–”

Suguru moves one hand away from Satoru’s waist, instead grabbing the headboard right next to where Satoru’s gripping it, and then he finally lets that last tad of composure go as Suguru starts up this absolutely brutal pace, thrusting into Satoru like it’s their final day alive.

Mouth popping open in a soundless moan, Satoru’s back arches until he’s pressing up against Suguru’s chest. It’s so intense, and it’s so deep, and Satoru can’t help the breathy laugh leaving him when he realises that yeah, alright, he might have to end up begging after all. 

Suguru’s gaze snaps to him, looking at the way Satoru’s lips are tugged up even though his mouth is wide-open and gasping for air, making him look a little delirious. Sort of blissed out on the sensation of being fucked past what his body can actually handle, of being fucked so thoroughly and fiercely that his toes are curling without Satoru even noticing it. 

He can feel Suguru’s cock rub against his prostate with every merciless thrust, can feel the wetness of Suguru’s cum slipping out of him each time he pulls halfway out, and it’s just so much. It’s so, so, so much, overwhelming in a way that’s entirely different from when Satoru was the one fucking Suguru, and it’s so nice. It’s stupidly pleasant, actually, because it’s almost like he’s watching his body from a different perspective, like he’s watching the two of them from above, and oh, fuck, he realises that he might have to pull himself together if Suguru fucking him is enough to make Satoru feel like he’s fucking ascending. 

“Hhg,” Satoru garbles, swallowing harshly before he keeps panting. “F-fuck, fuck!”

Watching him closely, Suguru’s eyes narrow into something pleased.

“Still beautiful, by the way,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against Satoru’s jaw. “If you were wondering.” 

Satoru is unable to reply — he’s too busy muffling a scream by biting down on his hand, his other fist white-knuckled from how tightly he’s clinging onto the bed frame. Those blue, sparkly eyes of his are watery and glassy as he stares up at Suguru, looking halfway there and halfway in a daze as Suguru keeps slamming into him. 

Clicking his tongue, Suguru shifts his angle a bit, this time sending a rush of sparks through Satoru’s veins. “And loud.” 

Satoru wants to reply something snarky so bad, but also, he’s kinda occupied getting his goddamn wits fucked out of him. Suguru’s thrusting into him so rapidly that he can’t even catch his fucking breath, and yet he’s looking at Satoru like this, all amused and cocky and so fucking annoyingly handsome, and it’s just making Satoru burn even more. It’s so unfair how Suguru’s able to get dicked down by him and then go on to fuck Satoru like this, like he’s putting on a show to make it clear how much better he is at the act in comparison — and while that might be true, it’s also making Satoru’s competitiveness burst into something white-hot and demanding. 

But it’s not like he has anything to show up with at this point, not when he’s barely able to keep from slipping into unconsciousness from how well Suguru’s fucking him, so Satoru simply holds on and tilts his head back, deciding that he’ll at least enjoy the ride. So he allows all of those sounds to leave his mouth, completely uncaring of how noisy and lewd he’s being, moaning Suguru’s name with a voice so breathy and raw that he barely recognises it. 

And frankly, he realises that it shouldn’t come as a surprise that that’s exactly what gets Suguru, too, making his breath stutter and his eyes turn darker — that man might not enjoy the same amount of praise as Satoru does, but he sure enjoys knowing that he’s treating Satoru well, that he’s making him feel good. That his cock is the reason why Satoru’s cheeks are burning, why his eyes are leaking, why his cock is pink and throbbing even though he’s already rushed through seven — fucking seven — orgasms. 

And because Suguru is always the one who takes some pride in being the bigger man, while Satoru quite frankly doesn’t give a fuck about anything like that, it doesn’t take Satoru much thought before he starts making those moans even louder, his whimpers a little breathier, a little whinier. Mumbling out Suguru’s name like it’s a prayer on his tongue, feeling Suguru’s cock twitch inside of him every time Satoru says it particularly wantonly. 

Glancing up at Suguru through his thick, white lashes, barely able to see anything due to how damp they are with tears, yet managing to spot how fiercely he’s being watched in turn. Suguru’s jaw is set, his mouth a firm line, his gaze zeroed in on Satoru’s face. His cheeks are just as pink-flushed and glossy with sweat as Satoru’s, his hair a long, tangled mess around his shoulders, his collarbones tinged with a sheen of perspiration. He looks so ridiculously good, that idiot boyfriend of Satoru’s, and it’s not really his fault when his breath hitches again, going a little fainter as he just keeps staring up at Suguru, unable to tear his gaze away. Feeling all hot and lightheaded from the constant onslaught of Suguru’s cock inside of him, the sensation of the sweat-soaked sheets underneath them, the heavy air inside their room, feeling everything so immensely that he’s unable to focus on anything in specific, and wondering just why he enjoys that so much. 

That is — until Suguru shoots him this small, fox-like smile and then wraps his fist around Satoru’s cock, and Satoru burns.

“FUCK!” Squawking, Satoru immediately starts squirming underneath Suguru and kicking his back with a heel, grabbing hold of his hair with one hand. “S-Suguru, fuck, fuck, that’s really–” Satoru whimpers, hips twitching up automatically. “Really f-fucking sensitive, you dick!”

Suguru licks a wet line up Satoru’s throat, dragging his tongue over his jaw before he lazily licks his way inside his mouth. “Then beg.” 

A low, throaty whine slips out of Satoru’s mouth, and he squirms again. 

“No,” he gasps out. “I’m not gonna fucking– fucking beg, you ass!” 

He then proceeds to shudder violently when Suguru’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock, kindly reminding him that even rct is unable to heal his dick fully when he’s come as many times as he has. His cock is so sensitive that it almost hurts, the caresses feeling like needles all over his skin as Suguru switches between tightening and loosening his fist, yet never stops touching Satoru. 

“Shit,” Satoru hisses out, jolting when Suguru snaps his hips forward extra hard. The combination of both getting fucked and touched can be overwhelming by itself, always making Satoru come stupidly quick, and this time it’s just even more reinforced by how many times he’s already come, how sore he is, how hard he’s getting fucked, and how stupidly pleased Suguru looks each time Satoru’s cock twitches inside his fist, making Satoru throb even harder.

It’s a lot, it’s way too much, really, because Satoru is so overstimulated at this point that he can barely feel his toes or the tips of his fingers. It’s like most of the attention in his body is zeroed in on his dick, his muscles stiffening every time Suguru squeezes around him, going taut when that wicked thumb slips down to rub at the small, sensitive area right below the head — Satoru whimpers, half-lidded eyes watching as a drop of precome builds up before trickling down the shaft. 

“Y-you–” he gasps, yanking even harder on Suguru’s hair, “are being a fucking bully.” 

“Then tap out,” Suguru replies easily, his breathing rough as he keeps fucking himself into Satoru, keeps slamming his hips against his ass. His dick is so hard inside of him, the head of it grinding against Satoru’s prostate each time Suguru tilts his hips just right, and it’s making Satoru see stars. “I’ll stop if you ask me to, Satoru.” 

Satoru moans in protest, kicking his feet against the mattress when Suguru’s touch turns a tad too hard. “Fuck, gentle, be fucking gentle!” His breath catches in his throat, and Satoru has to swallow back the urge to whine pathetically. “B-be a little nice, okay?” 

Lowering his head, Suguru presses a sweet kiss to Satoru’s cheek before somewhat loosening his grip around his cock. “Better?” 

“Nnh.” Grumbling, Satoru keeps his grasp on Suguru’s hair tight, forcing him to keep his head down with his as he lets their mouths brush softly. The fist around his cock is still on the border of being too much, and he finds that keeping Suguru as close as possible helps him deal with the teasing touches, the fat dick inside of him, and the sounds and the smells and the tiniest of sensations — everything, really, because there’s a lot happening, and Satoru’s head is feeling too cloudy to be able to process even a single one of them.

Running a fingertip down Satoru’s shaft, Suguru then gently cups one of his balls, smoothing his fingers against it for a moment and prompting an absolutely filthy noise out of Satoru; it’s the sound of someone who’s so sensitive and sore that he’s got goosebumps all over his skin, his back arching with every single nudge or touch, and yet he doesn’t want his dumbass boyfriend to stop, because it still somehow manages to feel good. Satoru feels so fucking good, it’s like he’s feeling everything, absolutely every single thing at once, and for a split moment he wonders if this is what his domain feels like to people, the overload of sensation and information stupidly overwhelming, before shoving that thought away in favour of squirming as Suguru’s cock fucks him a little harder, a little faster. 

“Fuck,” Suguru breathes, eyes dropping shut for a moment before they shift over to Satoru. “I’m– I’m getting close again.” 

Satoru’s hand is still tightly clutched inside his hair, forcing Suguru to move a tiny bit slower than the previous, harsh rhythm he’d got going on. Suguru still manages to pound him quite well, though, his knees buried into the mattress as he keeps slamming into Satoru, his breath hot and ragged against Satoru’s skin. 

“T-thank fuck,” Satoru mumbles, then whines and flounders pathetically when the hand around his cock speeds up a bit. “Shit.” 

“Let me up, please,” Suguru murmurs then, kissing Satoru’s lips before pulling away. “I want to rail you.” 

Satoru’s cock somehow manages to twitch at that, his body running warm in both excitement and apprehension, because if Suguru wants to rail him now, then what the fuck has he been doing so far? He still lets go of Suguru’s hair, though, too dazed to make a fuss over the demand as he watches Suguru get back up on his knees, grabbing hold of the headboard with one of his hands once more.

The sight of that by itself is enough to send a shiver through Satoru, and he allows himself to be tugged a little closer to Suguru, long legs wrapping around that strong waist of his. He’s still gazing up at him as Suguru spits inside his palm, gently curling it around Satoru’s cock and stroking it slowly, before he tightens his clutch into something so snug, so warm, that it makes Satoru’s mouth pop open and release a noise that’s somehow both a whimper and a groan at the same time.

And then Suguru starts railing him — thoroughly, properly railing him, fucking into him so hard and so rough that the bed is moving against the floor, slipping against the wooden floorboards and slamming against the wall, though Satoru’s too far gone to care. His eyes are rolling back as he tries to focus on breathing, at least something similar to it, then ends up sucking in a breath so harshly that he almost chokes on it when Suguru fucks him just right, stroking his cock just the way he likes it, making Satoru melt. 

It’s too much. It’s simply all too much, that delirious high filling the inside of his eyelids with something white and bright and shiny, and his mind with something colourful and beautiful and entirely overwhelming, and it’s just too fucking much. It’s the kind of sensation that leaves him feeling so light, so good, pushed so far past his limits that Satoru barely recognises his own voice as he arches his back and moans brokenly and comes, twitching and jolting underneath Suguru while the feeling just drags on and on. His veins feel like they’re filled with something you’re not supposed to find in a human body, flickers of sparks and heat running through him, leaving Satoru’s hand scrambling to clutch at the sheets just to make sure that he’s still there in their bedroom, not stuck in some domain that makes everything feel so vivid and so blurry at the same time.

To Suguru, the high mostly feels like tightness and wetness and an indescribable fondness for his lover as he looks down at Satoru and sees his face split in something so beautiful, so overwhelmingly blissful, that he has no control over how quickly and abruptly his own orgasm hits him — one second he’s looking down at Satoru, admiring how gorgeous he looks even with drool and tears on his face, and the next second he’s coming so hard that he’s making a ruckus himself, moaning and swearing as he pushes deep, deep inside and fills Satoru up once more. It’s wet and it’s warm and it’s filthy, and as Suguru lowers his head, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s temple, he can’t help but to think that it’s quite perfect, too. 

“Satoru,” he murmurs, hearing the throatiness of his own voice. “Still with me?” 

A tear builds up in the corner of Satoru’s stunningly blue eye, slowly sliding down his cheek before Suguru catches it with his thumb. 

“I,” Satoru croaks. “I think I saw God.” 

Suguru’s lips curve. “Is that so? Which one?” 

“All of them.” Blinking dazedly, Satoru flicks his gaze over to Suguru, looking up at him with a serene and mostly empty expression. "At least a few. It was– a lot." 

“Mmm,” Suguru hums. He presses another soft kiss to Satoru’s red-flushed cheek, then slowly runs the tip of his nose along his cheekbone. It’s an oddly sweet gesture for how they’re both covered in a sticky, filthy mess of sweat and cum. “That was four for four.” 

Snorting, Satoru allows his eyes to slip shut as his head falls back against their pillows. His body is carrying this sense of weariness that he probably only experiences once or twice a year, his thoughts wonderfully slow and drowsy in comparison to how they always zoom around, constantly analysing and planning and observing; it’s truly an impressive feat of Suguru to leave him feeling like this. 

“You fucking showoff,” Satoru says, voice entirely too amused to sound as offended as his words make him out to be. “What’s with the competitiveness? I thought Geto-sensei always told his students that it’s about showing up and doing your best, not necessarily winning.” 

“Oh, that still stands,” Suguru says sweetly. “It’s about participating, not winning. Doesn’t change the fact that I managed to do both.” 

“Asshole,” Satoru quips fondly, slapping Suguru’s side with a lazy hand. “All because I topped you first. I must’ve really awoken something in you, huh? Did my skills impress you?” 

Chuckling quietly, Suguru reaches down to carefully pull himself out of Satoru, then rolls onto his side and loops an arm around his lover’s waist, tugging him closer. “They definitely did. I’ve never heard about anyone coming three times in five minutes before. Leave it to the strongest jujutsu sorcerer to manage something like that.” 

“Heh,” grinning to himself, Satoru angles his face until it’s resting against Suguru’s throat, making his lips brush against his skin as he speaks. “See? Talented at everything I do.” 

“So talented,” Suguru benevolently agrees, then hugs Satoru a little closer. Running a large hand down his back, he gently brushes it against some of the bruises adorning Satoru’s hip. “Mmm. That was a lot, though. How are you feeling? Need me to spoil you a bit?” 

Breathing softly against Suguru’s neck, Satoru finds himself so relaxed and placid that he barely picks up his boyfriend’s words at first. He just feels all cozy and loose and wonderfully worn out, and it’s really, really nice. “Hm? Oh, I’m good. Should probably spoil me anyways, though, just to be sure.” 

Suguru lets out another hum, still slowly stroking Satoru’s back. “And your ego’s not too bruised? I know tonight was supposed to be your time to shine.” His lips curl into something a tiny bit apologetic and very much sly. “It didn’t last for too long.” 

Satoru’s voice is broken yet happy as he tilts his head back, looking up at Suguru with brilliantly bright, sky-blue eyes. “I mean, if this is how me topping you ends… I think we’re gonna be switching it up a bit in the bedroom from now on.” Raising a hand, Satoru gently pats Suguru’s cheek and shoots him a shit-eating grin. “Get ready to bend over for me plenty in the future, Geto-sensei. I’ll show you how someone with a real alpha male mindset fucks.”