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Satoru’s favorite porn star is a big tiddy goth girl with a fat ass that’s into Bad Dragon toys and anal. She’s got long black hair, nipple piercings, and tattoos all over her body. There’s Sugurus everywhere, now that he’s aware enough to comprehend them.

Jerking off to her used to be sort of a treat for him. Every once in a while, he’d look her up just to see whatever monster-inspired dildo she had invested in. She’d get dressed up in frilly black lingerie and moan prettily. Sometimes she’d even get a friend to join her, so they could share their dildo collections. Always girls, because he really didn't like seeing some other guy's balls on his screen while rubbing one out.

Satoru had come across her videos purely by chance; it’s not like she was the type of girl he’d ever gotten the chance to meet in real life. The women who bounced around the high society circles he grew up in never looked like that . When he first discovered her, he was instantly fascinated. He looked at her pierced nipples and wondered how those would taste on his tongue. Maybe his porn choices were always telling him he should go out there and find himself a slutty proto-Suguru.  

Now, Satoru’s got his own big tiddy goth boyfriend and he doesn’t have to wonder how pierced nipples taste anymore. The answer is just skin, but they clink on his teeth when he plays with them in his mouth, and they make Suguru keen very prettily. 

Suguru’s nipples, mhhhmmmm .

And Satoru hasn’t actually watched any porn in months, not since he and Suguru have been going steady. There’s not really a need for porn when you’re dating someone that is always one heated look away from sucking your balls dry like you’re a Capri-cum and they’re a semen demon. 

Suguru’s probably the only person he’s ever met that could match Satoru’s voracious appetite for sex— he’s always down to try whatever. One time Suguru came to visit him in the physics lab when Satoru was there after hours, and they ended up fucking next to the X-ray machine while roleplaying horny mad scientist and sexy lab rat victim. It was exceptionally hot, so much so that he thinks he blacked out for most of it; the only memory he can really focus on is Suguru’s ass spread around his cock while crying, “ Please, Doctor Gojo, if you get me pregnant, my husband will know .” 

Heh. If a guy says he doesn’t want to be the NTR Creep, he’s lying. (When Satoru tells that to Suguru, he gets an eye roll in response.)

“Well, I don’t want to be the NTR Creep. I want to be the NTR Victim .” 

“Yeah, babe, but that’s just because you’re the girl in our relationship.” 

Suguru doesn’t even answer that. Instead, he takes the first thing he can get his hands on in Satoru’s room — Vegeta Nendoroid on the window ledge behind the bed — and chucks it at his head.  

“Not the Prince of Saiyans! Leave him alone, Suguru!”

During this extremely heated conversation about Satoru’s love for Vegeta, his phone starts buzzing with notifications. But he’s sitting on the loveseat and playing on his Switch while Suguru’s on the bed reading, closer to the buzzing phone in question. 

“Hey babe, can you check what notifications I'm getting? I'm waiting for feedback on that paper I turned in last week.” 

Suguru opens his phone, reads out the email he got from his physics professor — obviously most of it is just academically telling Satoru how brilliant he is, but how he can use some academic writing classes — then, Suguru gets bored and scrolls around through Satoru’s phone a little. Which is fine, he's got nothing to hide.

“You got five steam promo codes, two from Nintendo, and…” pause. Prolonged pause. “Satoru, who's Bouncy Bunny Love?” 

That voice. He’s had at least three girlfriends ask him the same question with the same tone, so he has to chuckle when he hears Suguru saying it.

“Oh, she's my favorite porn star.” 

And Suguru gives him that look that screams trouble. Jesus. Something about dicking down a girl (or boy, apparently) and suddenly they get into a parasocial rivalry with a porn star whose videos he hasn't watched in ages. Thankfully he knows how to smooth this over.

“Wanna watch it together?” 

Suguru’s look of ‘You’re in trouble’ changes to a look of cute confusion.

“Satoru, I'm gay.”  

“So? I'm not telling you to fuck a girl, just that… you know,” he shrugs, “I haven't seen any of her new videos, but it might be hot to watch it together. Plus, you can show me your favorite pornos afterwards.” 

Suguru sucks in a breath, chews on his bottom lip. 

“We don't have to do that.” 

“Oh, hoho, is your taste in porn, like, really out there, Sugu-baby? Are you into some really freaky shit?”

He's just teasing, though he is honestly curious to know what Suguru’s into. He has a sneaking suspicion he's into kinkier porn than Satoru himself is.

“You know, I had an ex that was addicted to yaoi. I found out about it and she broke it off with me because she was too embarrassed to look at me afterwards. Used to buy BLCDs just to listen to dudes moan.”

Suguru just sighs, long-suffering, but he gets up from the bed, takes Satoru’s laptop, and brings it over to the loveseat. He sits down next to Satoru and looks him square in the face, dead serious.

“Let’s watch Bouncy Bunny Love,” Suguru swallows thickly, then looks away. “And then I'll show you a porno I like.”

Suguru’s face is heated, glowing pink and hot in a way that Satoru hasn't ever seen before. He looks so cute and shy and more embarrassed than ever, and it's pretty amazing— especially since one time they were caught fucking in the bathroom of Suguru’s favorite bar and got kicked out for it. Somehow, watching porn together is more embarrassing for Suguru than that.

Bouncy Bunny Love's latest video is pretty much like all her others; it's why Satoru was always going to her, because she was so reliable in delivering the kind of content he's into. She wears a princess plug with a jeweled base and teases the audience with it, making a show out of pulling it out and pushing it back in.

“So I assume Bouncy Bunny Love is where you picked up a thing for anal?” Suguru asks, fluttering his lashes at him, obviously teasing. He puts his hand on Satoru’s thigh, kneading his skin, the tips of his fingers inching under the edge of his basketball shorts. 

“I suppose,” he says, opening his legs wider as his cock hardens and Suguru brushes his fingers over it. He smiles at him and bites at his lip, eyes glancing at the screen and then back at Suguru, “Can't help it, babe, I guess there's just something about sticking my dick in places I shouldn't.” 

“Hmmm, hmmm, makes perfect sense, yes,” Suguru says, mock seriousness, before he smirks at him. His fingers wrap around Satoru’s cock and squeeze, sending a shudder through him. “Oh, look at that. What do we have here?” 

They fucked just last night, but his libido resets itself every few hours. Whenever Suguru’s concerned, he can never have enough, and a few touches has him bricked up and ready to go like he’s been celibate for weeks.

“That's just someone that’s very eager to meet you. See, he’s saying hello and everything.” He flexes his pelvic muscles which does, indeed, make his dick bounce like it's waving. Suguru chuckles, because he likes to play along with Satoru’s silliness, and it kinda makes his heart beat a little faster when he does it.

“Oh, Mister Gojo Cock! I better not keep him waiting too long. Let's see what he wants to say—” 

Suguru pulls down his shorts and takes Satoru’s dick out of his pants, then gives him a couple of strokes and pulls the foreskin back, revealing the sensitive head, a glossy pink. His hand instinctively goes to the nape of Suguru’s neck— he doesn’t push him down on it, but he likes keeping a hold on him. 

Suguru jerks him off with two hands usually— one of them keeps a firm hold on the base of it, while the other works the shaft and twists over the head. It's pretty hot to see Suguru’s neatly manicured fingers— black glossy nails and silver rings— working his dick so proficiently. 

Satoru leans his head on the back of the couch and moans, and Suguru kisses his exposed neck, licking and biting at his pulse point, sucking a hickey under his jaw. Suguru’s warm breaths plus the way he licks at Satoru’s skin, nibbling and sucking, gives him goosebumps all over. Teeth on his collarbone. The muscles of his shoulders. Jesus.

Bouncy Bunny Love is still moaning on his laptop, but Satoru’s too busy panting himself, mouth open and eyes closed. Suguru kisses his cheek and moves to his mouth, running the tip of his tongue over Satoru’s lower lip and then biting it, pulling it between his teeth before letting go.

“Do you like me, Satoru?” Suguru asks, his voice a pitch higher. “Do you like me more than you like Miss Bouncy Bunny Love?” He does his sing-song, lilting tone. The tease.

“I don’t know. Why are you asking me?”

“Oh, of course. I forgot. My apologies,” Suguru bends down, head in Satoru’s lap, “Do you like me more, Mister Gojo Cock?”

His grip on Satoru’s cock tightens until precum pearls on the slit. He licks it clean off, then kisses the wet head and caresses it with his lips, rolling it between them like Satoru’s cock is a popsicle on a hot summer day. 

“See, he likes me more,” Suguru proclaims, blinking slow and languid, rubbing his cheek against Satoru’s cock while licking the veins and letting his fingers dance teasingly over the shaft. “Knows who he belongs to.” 

That sends a surprising jolt of electricity through him, makes his teeth clench. Satoru’s hand on Suguru’s head fists in his hair and then releases, running his fingers through his soft, silky locks. 

Suguru looks at him with sly, serpentine eyes, seductiveness dripping off him like he's a succubus from a movie. With mascara-heavy lashes and dark eyeliner on his waterline, Suguru has the sweetest fucking gaze ever, and he looks at Satoru like he’s ready to show him heaven… as long as Satoru plays by his rules.

Satoru’s never gonna tell his baby no. Whatever Suguru wants, Suguru gets.

“So my dick belongs to you, babe? All yours alone to play with?” 

Suguru nods as he sticks out his tongue with its small and shiny round piercing, licking Satoru’s balls and sucking them into his mouth. Suguru is just so goddamn good at everything, he really knows exactly what to do to get Satoru so horny that his cock feels like it's going to burst. 

What if Suguru is really a Kaiju that feeds on Satoru’s cum, and Satoru’s just powering him up for when he inevitably decides to conquer the country? There's no way someone is so hot and slutty and talented at sex just on a random fucking Tuesday, no hidden agenda at all. There's gotta be a catch.

“Suck my dick already, baby,” he whines, panting, and Suguru chuckles and hums, nosing at the root of it before running the flat of his tongue up Satoru’s shaft purposefully, swirling the tip and then finally, finally swallowing him down in one movement.

His hips buck on instinct, forcing his length down Suguru’s throat, making him gag and cough. He can feel the way his throat tightens, his muscles working against Satoru’s cock. Suguru’s eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings. Satoru doesn’t know if it's an instinct thing or if it's a put-upon effect that Suguru does to seduce him, but either way— it's working so, so well.

“My pretty cocksucking princess, no one takes care of Daddy's cock like you do.” He caresses Suguru’s face while saying it, hearts in his eyes. Suguru preens whenever he praises him, and moans around Satoru’s dick like it's delicious.

Suguru does things to him that should be illegal, and he gets now why there's been men out there willing to sign off all their money and state secrets to someone they were sleeping with. Satoru would probably do the same thing if Suguru asked.

Suguru sucks him till he's almost ready to cum, only to jump on his cock and ride him to completion. Suguru likes being filled up like a Twinkie, and he likes grinding down on Satoru’s lap, ass clenching, to milk him dry. 

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Satoru grunts, one hand on Suguru’s slutty little waist, the other gripping his ass, nails digging. And Satoru’s dick is big enough that he doesn't slip out even when he’s soft, so technically he can keep it nice and cozy and snug inside Suguru forever. 

Suguru remains in his lap, his ass gently squeezing him. He sighs contentedly and nuzzles against Satoru’s jaw, kissing his neck, giving him small kitten-licks wherever he can reach. Their sweaty, glowy skin sticks together pleasantly, and Satoru just caresses him all over. 

This is nice. It's warm and comfortable and relaxed, the syrupy sweetness of the moment and the easy affection between them. Satoru’s not really into the mushy shit much, but he thinks there's something so perfect about the way they fit together.

“Hey you.” 

Satoru chuckles, and takes Suguru’s face in his hands, running his thumbs under Suguru’s eyes. In turn, Suguru turns his face to the side and kisses Satoru’s palm, licking his fingers and biting at the pads of them. He gives Satoru such a smoldering look that he knows he's in for a treat.

“So… you wanna put on the next porn soundtrack for us to fuck to?” 

“Let’s take a raincheck on that. Right now, I just want to—”

Suguru clenches so hard that Satoru sees stars, raising himself on Satoru’s dick a little before dropping back down. His cock fills up with blood so quickly that Satoru gets dizzy from it. Suguru rides him like he's a prized stallion and he's heading off into battle. 

Life really is just perfect.

Satoru’s pretty much constantly fucking high on Suguru; it's probably pretty gross to everyone around him. There’s a skip in his step and everything! He's somehow much better at his games, and he's constantly in a good mood. Cannot even remember what being cranky is like because he’s got the hottest big tiddy goth boyfriend that rides his dick whenever he wants. Satoru’s on Cloud Nine. 

He can't wait to introduce Suguru to his family (next month!!!) and go on a vacation with him (he's planned it out already, it's gonna be super romantic!!!), and he should take Suguru shopping, too, and maybe get matching tattoos…

The only downside to everything is that he’s so much hungrier than usual; getting the life sucked out of you three times a day does that to a man.

Satoru’s in the kitchen, making himself a snack and humming happily, while Sukuna is just typing away on his laptop and Uraume is giving him the evil eye. Sukuna’s partner does not like Satoru.

“You know, ancient Buddhist monks thought spilling your seed too much shortened your lifespan, unless you went through some complicated purification rituals afterward. So either you’re very diligent with your prayers, or you should probably do yourself a favor and get off that guy every once in a while.” 

Uraume doesn't sleep over often, but whenever he’s here, Satoru does make sure to fuck Suguru extra hard and be just a little louder than usual. Uraume has frequent insomnia and complains about frat house noises even during normal circumstances, so Satoru is really just adding fuel to the already existing flames, but he considers this whole thing payback for all the times Sukuna ditched him to hang out with his girlboywife situation. 

“Sounds like the ancient Buddhist monks were losers, no offense. And even if they weren't, I'm here for a good time, not a long time, shortstack.” 

Sukuna snorts in his cup of tea and Uraume gives him a wounded look for not standing up to him. Uraume and Satoru’s feud has always been hilarious to him. 

“I can't believe I had to sit there and listen to your cringey dirty talk while Sukuna was snoring next to me. Doesn't Suguru get tired of your yapping? Can't he just shove his dick in your mouth just to shut you up once in a while?”

Satoru stops mid-chew, puts a hand on his chest, and gasps dramatically.

“First of all, I'll have you know that Suguru loves my yapping!”

Well, Satoru hopes he does. If Suguru didn't love the cheesy dirty talk, why would he get sleep with Satoru? He's always been a motor-mouth! 

Uraume rolls his eyes. 

“Second, Suguru would never . He’s too polite! And anyways,” Satoru shrugs, “I don't suck dick”.

For him, it's just one of those things that just slips out. He doesn't suck dick so he's not lying, and he doesn't think it's a big deal since Suguru never said anything about it, but apparently it's controversial enough that even Sukuna stops pretending he's not paying attention and looks at him with mild disgust.

“What do you mean you don't suck dick? You're in a relationship with a man.” 

Satoru frowns at that. Way to be judgemental. Satoru never questions why Sukuna’s dating a glorified Yordle. 

“So? I'm not gay. I don't like dicks, I just like Suguru.”

Satoru hasn't really given this much thought if he's being honest, but all he knows is that dicks aren't really on the menu for him. He loves Suguru very much, and Suguru’s dick is kinda cute and all, but that's just because it's attached to Suguru and Satoru thinks even his little pinky toe with the smushed up nail and the chipping polish is adorable. It doesn't mean he's suddenly a feet guy, and he doesn’t get the urge to suck on Suguru’s toes just ‘cause he thinks they're cute.

Clearly Sukuna and Uraume don't follow the same train of thought because they're looking at him like he's a moron. 

“Man, I gotta say, if you put your dick in a guy, it's kinda gay.”

Satoru agrees, but at the same time he can’t help but counter that.

“I mean, it's only gay if you take it.” 

Instantaneously, Uraume fishes an ice cube from his glass of water and chucks it at Satoru’s head. It hits him straight in the forehead with frightening accuracy, so he prepares for the next.

“Stop, stop , listen— it’s a joke. I'm joking!” 

Uraume chucks another ice cube at him.

“ Stop , listen — It is a little gay,” Satoru admits, holding up his hands in surrender, admitting out loud the thing he hasn't said until now, afraid of saying it for fear that the sky will come crashing down or gravity will stop working. “It's a little gay, but I'm not—” 

Both Uraume and Sukuna look at him with matching expressions of annoyance and frustration, eyebrows arched and heads cocked. It's uncanny. Does that happen when you date someone long enough? Do you pick up their mannerisms? Is he gonna develop a thing for Dir-en-Grey and The Cure? Will Suguru start randomly talking about the velocity of basketballs during his classes? Only time will tell. 

“Suguru’s the only guy I've ever liked. And I like him in the same way I like girls.” 

Uraume squints at him. Sukuna puts a hand on his chin, rubbing it philosophically.

“Explain yourself. What do you mean by that?” 

Satoru thinks a little, lowers his head and scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“You know. I like Suguru ‘cause he's pretty and elegant and I like talking to him, and he's so fun, and he’s… you know…” He makes curving motions in front of himself, moves his hands around in the hopes that his friends will understand the ineffable qualities that make up Suguru. “And I wanna treat him like I always want to treat pretty girls, like buy him things and make him happy and push his hair behind his ear. It's not that different, so…” 

He trails off because he doesn’t know how to explain any of it better. He adores Suguru, but he doesn’t think of him as a dude. If you like men, you’re supposed to like dudes. 

Like muscles and beards and body hair.

And dude-smell? Suguru smells like Delina — like roses and vanilla and sweetness — because he once said, “Oh, that’s a pretty perfume, ” when they were out shopping, so Satoru bought him one full-sized bottle and a small one to carry around with him. 

“Satoru, do you think being queer means your type is suddenly supposed to go from Sailor Moon to a Baki character?” Sukuna asks, and for half a second Satoru’s blinded by the vision of Suguru in a Sailor Mars cosplay and sighs longingly. 

“Rei Hino used to be my first ever crush, you know.”

“Idiot, focus! ” Uraume yells at him and, sure enough, another ice cube to the head. This time it’s slightly melted. 

“Would you stop that already? What am I even supposed to focus on?” 

“Would you be in a relationship with someone that doesn’t suck your dick?” Uraume asks, and that kinda makes Satoru stop dead in his tracks, because he never actually thought about it like that. 

“Huh. I’ve never thought about it like that.” 

“Well, fucking duh .” 

A pause. 

They all stare at each other. Uraume and Sukuna both look at him with a mixture of exasperation and underlying pity. He hates it, but at the same time, he sighs, willing to just hang his head low and sit down. 

“Do you ever ask that guy anything about what he wants from your relationship, or do you just… go at it and hope for the best?” 

Now it’s Satoru’s turn to stare at them like they’re idiots. 

“What do you mean? If Suguru wants something, he’ll tell me, right? Like when he told me he wanted to break up and then we didn’t. We talk about things! Why would I ask him shit that could mess up the chi of our relationship? It's going so well.” 

Truth be told, Satoru never really considered asking Suguru if he wanted someone to suck his dick. He never really considered asking Suguru many things, because as far as Satoru sees it, if Suguru wanted something, he’d just… say it? After all, Satoru very much believes in being direct and to the point and not playing stupid games, and he’s reasonably sure Suguru knows that about him, but…

For the rest of the day, it’s kind of in the back of his head; the way Suguru was so weird and evasive when he was overthinking their relationship, how Suguru thought they should break up for stupid reasons and then maybe sorta not. 

He’s in the physics lab making 3D models of black holes and thinking— man, maybe Suguru isn’t as clear cut as he thought he would be? It’s reasonable for Satoru to just go out there and say things, but while he knows Suguru isn’t like that, it also never truly hit him that Suguru really isn't like that.

And the silly part is that Satoru knows Suguru overthinks, keeps secrets, and sometimes has a knee-jerk reflex to lie about innocuous things. He knows . It just never clicked in his head that maybe Suguru would be like that with important things, too— like whether or not he’s satisfied with their sex life, and if Satoru gives him what he needs emotionally.

Satoru’s the kind of guy that thinks a thought and then develops an action plan, but Suguru sat there for weeks thinking he should break up with Satoru to the point of overthinking it and making himself unhappy. 

Satoru goes to practice after class and releases all his frustration by running around the court three times faster than usual and exhausting his teammates to the point where they’re all glaring at him. He promises himself he will resolve this situation with Suguru and make sure he's genuinely the best boyfriend ever, preferably before they go visit Satoru’s parents.

That said… Suguru is a capricious sort of creature. A foxy little slut that spooks easily, though Satoru has become decently fluent in Suguru’s own personal language. Part of this knowledge means that if he goes about asking directly, Suguru will just flat out deny anything. He’ll get all jumpy and overthink-y. 

The only way he can fully achieve the things he’s looking to achieve is by developing a carefully constructed plan and applying it to his relationship with Suguru. Gotta lull him into a sense of security before springing a serious conversation onto him. 

Privately, he also thinks he really should consider where he personally stands on sucking dick. 

Bummer.

Satoru’s a simple guy— he just really, really, really likes getting his dick sucked. Who doesn’t? 

And, you know, the gentlemanly thing would be to return the favor, but that’s never been a problem he had to deal with before! Early in their relationship, Suguru just sucked him off and sent him on his way, like he was a vampire and Satoru’s cum was dinner, so that kind of dynamic stuck around. But then, when he thinks about it…

Satoru used to love eating pussy. Girls were fun like that; they quivered around his fingers, and bucked against his face, and mewled and whined. And eating them out was often a precursor to fucking them, so if he did a good job, they'd be soft and wet and yielding for him. He likes eating out Suguru a lot too, much for the same reasons— to get him all loose, and wet, and ready to take his dick. He likes to spit on his hole and stuff him with his fingers and pry him open.

Suguru’s pink, wet insides are just begging to suck up his dick and hug it from all sides. Suguru twitching around his cock, the way his voice goes high and whiny, fat ass slapping against Satoru’s thighs— Suguru’s bouncing on it till he turns into Satoru’s cream-stuffed eclair. Delicious. 

Suguru likes getting his hole stuffed and Satoru likes doing the stuffing. 

But then, he thinks about himself doing any of the dick sucking, and it’s…

Satoru shudders. 

Satoru’s never really had to deal with the possibility of dick sucking before, and he doesn’t think it’ll be productive to talk to Suguru about it. After all, what’s Suguru gonna say? ‘Yes, I wish you did it, but I’m too shy to broach the topic.’ Suguru will just smell Satoru’s insecurity and try to reassure him he doesn’t have to do it. Kinda like being 16 and knowing you suck in bed and the girl is faking it, but then you ask her about it and she tells you it’s great because she doesn’t want to hurt you feelings— that’s what it’ll be like to talk to Suguru about cock sucking.

His pride cannot take another encounter with Sukuna or Uraume, though; it’s bad enough it had to happen at all. What’s a guy to do? He calls the only other person he knows that’s into both men and women so he can shed some light on Satoru’s existential dilemmas. 

He takes out his phone and calls up his younger cousin, Yuuta, to hang out. Yuuta accepts, but he is immediately suspicious when he arrives since Satoru almost never calls him just to see how he’s doing. 

They go out to eat, and Satoru tries to keep the conversation casual enough to play it cool until Yuuta gets fed up with him.  

“Satoru, just say it. I can’t stand the anxiety of this. I know you want to spring something traumatizing on me.”

“Meee? Never! I would never do anything to upset my favorite relative.”

Yuuta just looks at him as he slowly chews on his okonomiyaki. 

“Satoru, you used to put firecrackers under my bed when I was three. I used to wake up screaming and you’d just sit there and laugh at me.” 

Satoru snorts, milkshake going up his nose, coughing as he laughs. Yuuta just looks at him, a little sad and disappointed. Gives a deep, long-suffering sigh. Privately, Satoru thinks Yuuta and Suguru would get along. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It seemed funny at the time,” Satoru slurps the last dregs of his milkshake and then hits Yuuta with the real problem of the day:

“Do you think you suck dick in a non-girly sort of way?”  

Yuuta’s too polite to answer from the start, so he just does this deer-in-the-headlights situation where he looks at Satoru with big eyes and raised eyebrows and an open mouth. 

“Beg your pardon?”

“Come on, don’t make me say it again. I know you heard me.”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me this— I know Auntie Sayaka has been on edge about the fact that you’re gonna bring a boyfriend with you for the annual family beach reunion, but—”

“Suguru’s amazing. Mom's gonna love him. You're gonna love him, too, I bet.” Satoru’s genuinely excited about it; about as excited as he knows Suguru is anxious about it.

And he knows his mom is nervous, too, because her son bringing home a boy is fine in concept, but it probably raises concerns for her, like being worried about what sort of boy Suguru is.

Sayaka Gojo was the heir to the Gojo family fortune, and Satoru’s dad was the one adopted into the family. She prayed for a son, and when she got him, she made sure to raise him like the best of the best. He did basketball, kendo, boxing, and even horseback riding. She made sure she raised him like he was gonna be the second coming of Nobunaga himself. 

Once, Satoru even remembered his mom saying, “ Imagine having a daughter! You put all this love and care into raising her, and then some lowlife man comes around and fucks up all your hard work. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself! ”

“Oh, hush now, Sayaka, you don’t mean that!” his grandma had replied, but hmmm, Satoru thinks she probably did. 

“I really like Suguru, you know? I want us to be happy together.” He doesn't say anything else, just picks up a fry from his platter and munches on it. 

He remembers Suguru saying how he’s convinced Satoru will just end up hurting him, and every 3-4 business days that shit rings in his head like a warning sign whenever he does something wrong. He’d never do something to jeopardize their relationship on purpose, but the thought of hurting Suguru without meaning to gives him indigestion.  

Yuuta just stares at him with his big, soulful eyes, like he gets shit that Satoru’s never even considered. 

“Your problem is that you’re in love with a guy, but you have hang-ups about the...” Yuuta blushes and clears his throat, “...extra appendage. ”  

Satoru nods, serious. “The cock.” 

Yuuta grimaces. 

“Please don’t say that out loud. The waitresses will hear you.” 

He really shouldn’t have said that, but Yuuta only realizes after Satoru grins at him.

“Dick,” he says, slightly louder than he should, probably loud enough for the waitress to actually hear him. 

“Satoru, please—” 

“Remember when you were little and I was teaching you random curse words and told you they meant something completely different, and then mom sneezed that one time during Christmas, and you told her ‘fuck you’ because you thought it meant ‘bless you ’?”  

“Whose fault was that, Satoru? You were older than me and I trusted you! I got into trouble for that!” Yuuta, poor kid, seems genuinely distraught about it. 

“Well that’s just ‘cause your dad grounded you for it! Mom thought it was hilarious.” 

Satoru doesn’t have any brothers or sisters, so he just kinda started bullying Yuuta when he was born because he felt like it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want the commitment of being an older brother, but he liked cosplaying as one every once in a while. 

“I should just leave you to deal with your own penis-related existential dilemmas.” 

“You wouldn’t. You’re too nice to leave me suffering on my own without trying to help.” 

Yuuta grumbles something into his drink, looking at Satoru like the kicked puppy he is, but both of them know he’s right. He sighs, putting his chin in his hand. 

“So. Okay. Tell me about it.”

“Okay listen— most of the time, Suguru’s dick is just kind of there. I don’t really perceive it, you know? It’s not that big, so it's not like it’s intrusive or anything, but then I thought…” He makes a face and flaps his hand around, hoping Yuuta will understand the confusing blend of emotions he was trying to convey. “If I want a proper relationship with Suguru in the long term, I should probably come to terms with the dick as more than just a hypothetical.”

Satoru’s excellent at compartmentalizing everything, splitting atoms and black holes and basketball scholarships he doesn't need but treats like trophies anyways. He thinks about Suguru, his beautiful, perfect, flawless Suguru, but then the dick is separated from the whole of him and marked “???”. Unknown.

Yuuta just looks politely confused.

“What do you mean, hypothetical? It’s there, isn’t it?”

Satoru nods, but turns his head to the side to look at his cousin. 

“Well, yeah, but I don’t perceive it most of the time. So I don’t really take it into account.”  

“But the dick is there!” 

Yuuta’s clearly frustrated with him, but then at that exact moment, a waitress comes towards their table. She hears Yuuta, makes big eyes, and just turns around on her heel and walks away. Satoru sees it and snickers. Yuuta sees it and thunks his head on the table. 

After a moment of silence, Yuuta comes back up, trying to pretend like nothing happened but keeping his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Have you considered just— trying to make peace with the thing? Maybe stare at it a little so it becomes less threatening.”

The thought of Suguru’s penis being threatening is silly and insulting. Satoru’s is bigger! He makes a face. 

“I’m not threatened by it. That’s stupid.”

“I’m sorry, it seems I misunderstood your masculinity crisis—” 

“It’s not a masculinity crisis, it’s just…” 

“What else would you call it? Your ideas about these things are definitely gendered. You definitely need to get used to the extra bits, though, so start with something small.” 

Satoru squints at him, imagining himself sitting there in bed just staring at Suguru’s penis like it’s a museum attraction.  

“You’re useless at giving advice, Yuuta.” 

“I have no idea where to even start with the advice, Satoru. It’s not like I know how to help you. I never felt any weird hang-ups related to my sexuality.” 

Being cleared by his younger cousin is embarrassing, but Satoru has no choice but to accept the criticism. Whatever. Everyone has a little masculinity crisis every now and then— Satoru never did until now, so it’s a little overdue. 

“You know, I was always curious. How does your little throuple situation work? Does Maki ever let you take the lead? She seems like the kind of girl that would beat you up if you do something she disapproves of. Do you both just gang up on the short guy?” 

“I don't wanna hear from you until next month, at least.”

When the waitress comes to bring their check, she can barely look at them. 

Years ago, Satoru had to buy one of those metallic tongue scrapers that looked like kitchen tongs, simply because the in-out motion of cleaning his tongue with a regular toothbrush would trigger his gag reflex. 

He thinks about Suguru and the way he swallows Satoru’s cock like it’s nothing and how good that feels. God, Suguru’s such a trooper, Satoru thinks. 

Currently, Satoru’s in his pajamas— complete with bed head and pillow marks on his face— scratching at his tummy, barefooted in the bathroom, while Suguru’s sleeping in his bedroom. 

Satoru knows his dick is big enough that it often caused problems for a lot of the girls he slept with, most of them complaining that sucking on it would hurt their jaws or trigger their gag reflex. 

Suguru’s dick isn’t that big. It’s just kinda average. If Suguru can swallow Satoru’s anaconda dong, he has no excuse to not even try to go down on Suguru. 

At least for science! Satoru’s a meathead, but he’s also a scientist. He contains multitudes!

A man of science always tests out everything before coming to a conclusion, and they challenge the unknown. Meanwhile, an athlete and man of action will never dilly-dally around with uncertainty, and will never shy away from an obstacle. Basically, Satoru has no excuses. He can’t pussy out of this. 

With that in mind— first, he brushes his teeth and hypes himself up in the mirror. Satoru learned how to go down on random hook-ups driven only by the desire to get good at it and perform well. He’s always been an overachiever by nature. And if Satoru learned how to do that for people that essentially didn’t mean anything to him, he wasn’t going to let something like ingrained perceptions of his masculinity and sexual roles get between him and making sure the love of his life is perfectly satisfied.  

Awesome , he tells himself, mind made up. You got this, Gojo. He even gives himself a determined nod in the mirror.

When Satoru goes back to the bedroom, he sits down on the side of the bed beside Suguru’s gently snoring figure. 

It's early morning, they still have time before their first classes, and Suguru just looks so beautiful and peaceful in Satoru’s bed. He’s relaxed and warm. Satoru often lets him oversleep because Suguru needs it. He’s seen in real time how Suguru’s sleep deprivation and under eye bags got reversed and how he started becoming more well-rested the more time he spent sleeping over at Satoru’s. Satoru’s really proud of that. He also makes sure Suguru eats, drinks enough water, and exercises his back. He thinks he really got this caring boyfriend thing down. 

“Hey babe,” he whispers, and gently nuzzles against Suguru’s jaw, kisses the shell of his ear, his cheek, “wake up.” 

Suguru makes these cute sleepy noises as Satoru continues to pepper kisses on his face, neck, and shoulders. Suguru turns on his back with a sigh and Satoru just sees it as an opportunity to put the flat of his tongue against Suguru’s nipple, warm and wet, gently licking it. 

“Satorrruuu—!” Suguru purrs his name as he wakes up. He’s all fluttering eyelashes and half-lidded eyes, arching his back enticingly.

“Ah, there you go, Sleeping Beauty. Good morning,” he says, raising his head a little to smile at Suguru and give him a small peck on the lips before going right back to the task at hand, licking and sucking at Suguru’s nipples and kneading at his chest. 

Suguru moans and stretches, not sure if he wants to push into the attention or away from it, but Satoru knows how easy it is to get him into it. All he has to do is run his hand down Suguru’s side, over his slutty waist and his rounded ass, and dig his fingers into the meat of it. Spread his cheeks and run the pad of his finger over his pretty hole to tease him before pulling back. 

“Satoooruuuu, let me go to the bathroom first. Let me brush my teeth and drink some water, or—” 

“No. I wanna have my way with you first. I’m only getting out of bed after —” 

Suguru’s got a belly button piercing, and right underneath it is a fine trail of hair that starts and goes downwards. Satoru follows that trail with his eyes and tries to swallow his nervousness, letting his gaze finally fall on Suguru’s dick. 

Oh boy.  

So the thing with Suguru’s dick is— Satoru’s not opposed to it. It’s there . It gets super hard to the point of leaking when they fuck, flushed with blood and bouncing against Suguru’s stomach when he rides him. Satoru doesn’t really pay attention to it most of the time, but it does get him hot and bothered when he drops his erection alongside Suguru’s and sees the difference in size and girth between the two of them. Tugs at some part of his ego— maybe it’s a dominance thing, like he’s a Neanderthal underneath the pretty-boy face— and he just really wants to show his pretty cockslut what a real big dick can do.

But if he’s supposed to put it in his mouth, that’s a whole different thing! And Suguru makes it seem so easy, but when he’s actually face-to-face with cock, Satoru finds himself shying away from it.  

“Satoru?” 

Suguru sounds a little worried, probably because Suguru’s very much in-tune with other people’s emotions, and Satoru’s expressions blatantly show all his thoughts with the world’s worst poker face. It’s probably a little off-putting when your boyfriend starts off hot and strong and then just freezes, staring at your penis intently. 

Satoru looks up at him, frown on his face and his mouth pouting to the side. Suguru looks back. They stare at each other, blinking, and Satoru’s a little angry at himself, and very embarrassed— then Suguru just looks away. 

“What are you doing, Satoru?” 

“I’m mentally hyping myself up to suck your dick.” He takes a big breath. “It might take a moment, though.” 

Suguru yelps when he hears it and tries to close his legs, but Satoru digs his fingers in the fat of his thighs and forces them to spread. Suguru tries to wiggle away, so Satoru just rolls his eyes and cages him with his arms, putting his elbows on the bed.

“Will you be still?” 

Suguru immediately obeys and stops moving, but his hands nervously grasp at Satoru’s shoulders. He looks at him like a deer in the headlights.

“You don't have to do that, you know?”

Satoru sighs. He knows Suguru is giving him an easy out on this, but Satoru doesn't wanna take him up on it. He should at least try this shit once. 

“Just help me out and tell me what to do. I have no idea where I should start.” 

Suguru looks uncertain, like he doesn't really trust Satoru with handling his equipment, and… you know what? Fair . Satoru wouldn't really trust himself either, but good thing he has an expert supervising the whole thing. 

“Okay, so, first— just start off very slow, alright? Don't do anything fancy.” 

There's an unspoken “Please don't puke on my dick” between them, but Satoru’s sure it'll be fine. How hard can it be, really?

Satoru grins at Suguru and gives him a thumbs up.

You can suck on a girl's clit to make her cum faster, and someone told him once that dicks are basically just clits on steroids. Satoru took offense to that at first, like, ‘How dare they?!’ He is personally very proud of his dick! He carries at least 40% of his personality in it, the rest is split between his height, his shoulders, and his old-school Digimon collection.

But Suguru’s dick can be his overgrown clit, and Satoru can treat it like going down on a pretty girl— lick it with the flat of his tongue and swirl over it, put his lips over it and suck on it a little. The reaction Suguru has is more than worth it, because instantly he just moans, like this deep-seated moan that comes from somewhere down in his chest, unconstrained or manicured. He’s never heard Suguru make that sort of sound, so Satoru’s brain just goes, ‘Wow! New Suguru Noise unlocked.’

It doesn’t really taste like anything, just skin. He does have to grab hold of it, though, so he grips Suguru’s cock by the base with one hand and squeezes. His palm almost covers the whole thing, but that works in his favor because it leaves the shiny little tip peeking out from Satoru’s grip, and he can just play with that.

Going down on someone really is all about keeping a constant rhythm, and at least Satoru has that one sorted. Don’t have to do all the fancy stuff that Suguru does to him, just have to keep it consistent. He tries to move his hand up and down a little in time with his tongue, and that seems to have the best result, because Suguru just starts shaking— he doesn’t buck, though, and Satoru is very grateful for how well-mannered his boyfriend is. 

“Satoru— Satoru— stop, stop, stop— I’m going to cum, I’m—” 

Oh, great! He’s doing a good job! Keep going! 

Suguru tries to push him away weakly, but that’s only because he probably thinks Satoru’s not really equipped to handle a mouthful of cum, which— 

You know. 

Good, solid assumption. 

The thing is, Satoru would eat anything, and semen cannot be worse than the time he was drinking raw eggs from a glass during a bulk, plus his obsession with just being The Best Ever at Everything means he has to take Suguru over the finish line like this. 

“Ah, Satoru!” 

Suguru’s legs try to close around his head, but Satoru’s still got him locked down with his body. He keeps him in place, feeling his body tense up then twitch with release. Semen gets on his tongue, and eehhh , it’s salty and kinda bitter, not the best taste, but whatever, he can deal with it. 

The way Suguru shakes is pretty satisfying, though. Nice ego boost. Might do this again sometime.

Instead of swallowing, he spits it in his hand. Suguru’s panting with an arm over his face, clearly embarrassed though there's no reason to be. Satoru kisses his inner thigh and sneaks his cum-wet fingers between his asscheeks, rubbing it over his hole.

“See? I got you all wet, baby, so now I'm gonna fuck your brains out.” 

Suguru’s hole is still twitching from his orgasm when Satoru penetrates him, so eager to get inside that he pushes past Suguru’s hypersensitivity. His moan turns into a whine as he throws his arms around Satoru's shoulders.

“ Satoru …” 

“Does it hurt, baby? Can you bear it for me?” 

Suguru nods and looks at him with big, watery eyes that are so open and reverent that Satoru thinks he looks like a doll— like a shoujo girlie getting deflowered on her wedding night. Suguru just gets so touchy and cute and meow meow whenever Satoru makes him cum, but this is a bit more than that, like a little extra sugar on top. 

He fucks Suguru so hard that he makes him cum a second time, Satoru’s hips pistoning like he’s a machine designed for this. There’s some truth to that, because even after he shoots his load inside Suguru, he still can’t stop, and Suguru’s body keeps sucking him in like he’s hungry for cock. Yeah . 

Suguru’s eyes start watering, tears gathering in his lashes, and he clings to Satoru like he can’t let him go. 

“I love you, I love you, Satoru — I love you.” 

He gathers Suguru in his arms, head pillowed on Satoru’s chest, letting him cry it off. Not because he’s sad, it’s just the emotions.

“I know, I know—” 

Suguru used to criticize him for having funky tasting spunk, so after they got together officially, Satoru started eating more fruit and vegetables to get it to a more palatable flavor profile. He started replacing his late night Mario Kart binge of Pringles, Takis, and peanut mochi with pineapple, celery, and carrots. Essentially it’s just modified rabbit food, and he hated it at first, but after two months of replacing junk food snacks with healthy shit, he’s got abs so defined you could probably do laundry on his stomach. Muscles and veins and everything in HD 3D, and Suguru’s obsessed with him, so it’s winning all around. 

That’s why they’re downstairs in the kitchen, with Satoru chopping up a goddamn pineapple while Suguru stares at him with literal hearts in his eyes. He purposefully didn’t put on a shirt, just so he can show off his casually flexing muscles. Sukuna comes into the kitchen at one point, looks at him with a mildly disgusted twitch in his brown, looks at Suguru’s expression, then sighs. Turns around and leaves without saying a word.

Satoru and Suguru just turn to look at each other, and right on cue, they burst into laughter. 

For days afterward, Suguru is just kinda shy around him. Wraps himself around Satoru’s arm and leans his head on Satoru’s shoulders. He’s seen this from Suguru before, and Satoru’s come to think of this as ‘ Fucked so good he’s got a crush on me now ’ sort of behaviour. 

He's got Satoru feeling like he's on top of the world. 

Which is making Satoru feel a little more bold about everything.

“Hey. So let's see it. Let's see Suguboo’s spicy pornos. What do you get off to, babe?” 

Suguru chokes on the matcha latte he’s been drinking, coughs and throws him a look. 

“Satoru, we're in a coffee shop.” 

“Babe, there’s no waitresses here. And the barista doesn't care.” 

Suguru’s flushed red and looking side to side. When he’s completely satisfied that no one is eyeing them funny, he turns back to Satoru. 

Definitely gonna get along brilliantly with Yuuta.

“Not that I don't appreciate you offering, but do you really want to? The porn I like is a little…” Suguru flushes and coughs, “I mean, there's a lot of dicks involved in gay porn, Satoru!” 

And Satoru’s aware of that, but at the same time, he’s conquered dick sucking, so he's feeling pretty confident about this one, too. Suguru looks at him with a heavy dose of skepticism, but in the end, just shrugs.

They get back to Suguru’s dorm that evening, and Satoru’s a little excited about it even. It's like a study session. Research and development! 

Satoru sits on the bed, bouncing his leg while Suguru shuffles around and messes around on his laptop. That said, he’s taking an awfully long time, so Satoru’s suspecting he’s just picking something that will not spook him rather than something Suguru would actually like. 

“Do you have a favorites tab or a bookmark section?” Satoru asks, and immediately goes to look over Suguru’s shoulder, making him yelp. 

“Well, yes, but I…” 

“Awesome, let’s just pick something from there—” 

Satoru picks up Suguru’s laptop before his boyfriend has the chance to protest, then starts scrolling through his bookmarks. And as Satoru scrolls, it’s really obvious that there’s a pattern emerging, which is probably why Suguru was embarrassed to show him his porn folder in the first place. 

Satoru blinks at the laptop, then looks at Suguru. He’s beet red, hands on his face, fingers spread over his eyes to peek a little. Satoru could be cool about it. …Or he could tease him. Just a little bit. 

“Jeez Suguru,” he smirks, “It seems you’re really, really into gangbangs.” He keeps scrolling down, then adds, “And bondage.” 

Suguru’s voice goes high and squeaky. He doesn’t say anything at first, just pulls his knees up and hides his face, as if he’ll be able to disappear away from Satoru’s view. It’s actually pretty cute, one of those contradictions that exist in Suguru’s personality: being a horny slut and a pervert, but also being the type to get all shy about it. Gives Satoru whiplash, because he’s never sure if he has to deal with the demure and elegant princess or the horniest wildcat he’s ever met, which really keeps him on his toes. 

Satoru himself isn’t really into gangbangs or any of the “punishment” bondage shit that Suguru seems to favor. Satoru isn’t really into the idea of sharing his partners with other people, or being one guy out of a group that fucks someone. He’s got enough teamwork testosterone on the field. The idea of sharing Suguru with someone else— even for fantasy purposes— kinda gets him nauseous, actually, buuuuuut —

“My Suguru’s a kinky slut,” he says, laptop forgotten on the nightstand as he puts his hand on Suguru’s head. He takes out the claw-clip that holds his hair up and grips the silky strands. “Come on, look at me, Suguru.” He makes sure to drop his voice a little, just ‘cause he knows it gets him going. 

Sure enough, Suguru unfolds his knees, straightens his back, and looks up at Satoru from where he’s sitting, face red, shiny eyes, lower lip between his teeth. He’s embarrassed, but his pupils are all blown up, and Satoru knows that look anywhere. 

“Is that what you want, baby?” he asks, and shoves his thumb in Suguru’s mouth, the corner of his lip, between his teeth. Suguru sucks on it obediently, and Satoru smirks, “Do you wanna get tied up and passed around? Punished for being a naughty whore, baby?” 

Suguru just looks up at him and nods, running his pierced tongue over the pad of Satoru’s finger. It goes straight to his dick so fast, not that he ever needs a lot of encouragement to get hard. 

“You think I'd let some other asshole touch you? Look at you too long? Huh?” Satoru grips his long hair and pulls his head back, forcing Suguru’s jaw open. “You want other guys looking at you?”

“Satoru, no, no, never, only you — ” Suguru bats his eyelashes at him and puts all honey sweetness into what he says, “I'll do anything to convince you!” 

And with that, he leans forward and grabs Satoru’s zipper with his teeth, pulls it down slowly and then rubs his cheek against Satoru’s erection, like he’s a cat in heat and Satoru has no choice but to fuck it out of him. Satoru sighs, pulls his cock out of his boxers, slaps it against Suguru’s cheek, and rubs it on his lips.

“See there, I got enough dick for you, babe. I can handle you no matter how much of a greedy cockslut you are.” He runs his cockhead over Suguru’s lips like it's lipgloss, then gives his cheek a slap. Suguru lets him do it, and Satoru swears he can see the glint in his eyes, the way Suguru gets stupid horny sometimes, no regard for anything else.

Suguru hooks his thumb under the edge of his own shirt, raising it under his armpits. Pushes out his chest, elbows pressed together, making his perky tits with hard nipples jut straight out. Suguru licks Satoru’s precum off his lips as he plays with his barbell piercings. 

“If I'm such a greedy cockslut, you should feed me already,” he says, and spits on Satoru’s cock. “Do it, fuck my face, come on—” 

Suguru moans when he gets his mouth on Satoru’s cock, and Satoru thrusts in between his lips with no warning. He knows Suguru’s throat can take it, gripping Suguru’s hair and forcing him to accommodate to the rough pace. Pushes in so deep he forces Suguru’s nose against his belly, grinds against his face until Satoru’s eyes almost roll back in pleasure as Suguru’s throat contracts around his dick. 

He pulls Suguru off his cock roughly and there's a thick string of drool dripping down his mouth. It splatters down his chest, over his tits. Suguru’s eyes are all watery, tongue out. Face that says, ‘Aaaaahhhhh , please Daddy, spit in my mouth,’ and Satoru can't help himself. Spits on his face and spreads it everywhere.

Suguru just looks up at him, and, without missing a beat, presses his wrists together and offers them to Satoru. 

Satoru could eat him, he loves him so much. 

“How’d you turn out to be this kinky, Suguru?” Satoru asks as he takes off his belt, looping it together twice. It becomes a bracelet for Suguru to put his hands through, and then Satoru tightens it.

“Oh, Satoru. I hope you're not going to spank me now, are you?”

Suguru’s got fox eyes and a foxy smile, batting his lashes, and just… truth be told, Satoru wasn't actually planning on spanking him, but now apparently he has to. And act like it was his idea all along! 

He sits on Suguru’s bed, taps on his knee. Makes Suguru bend over Satoru’s thigh, ass in the air, as he gives him one good hard slap over his perky rounded cheeks. 

The wonderful thing about Suguru’s ass is that it’s the perfect amount of jiggly. When Satoru smacks it once, it bounces and ripples, so he has to slap it again and again , just to see it wiggle. His skin gets red and bruises easily, so his ass starts getting a lovely blush pink color, a glow-from-within sorta pink.

And Suguru gets into it too, his dick hard and leaking on Satoru’s leg, squirming around. Satoru shoves his fingers in Suguru’s mouth to get them wet, then shoves them in his hole. Plays with his ass, fingers him, gets him all needy and loose before throwing him on the bed and fucking him. 

“There you go, see? Whatcha need a gangbang for? I'll gangbang you myself.” 

With each thrust, Satoru’s thighs slap against Suguru’s red ass. It makes a satisfying smacking sort of noise, along with the obscene squelching. Forces Suguru’s back to arch and his makeup to rub off on his sheets.

That night, they fuck so much that one of the support beams in Suguru’s poor old abused dorm room bed breaks under their weight. 

Suguru’s embarrassed about it, but Satoru just moves the mattress down on the floor along with all the blankets. They end up with a little nest of sheets, blankets, pillows, and slightly damp linens, laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. 

“I can’t do it anymore, let’s just sleep here—” 

Satoru’s dick chafes from overuse, and he’s not even really sure either of them can cum anymore, but he still just… wants Suguru. 

“Come here,” he wraps Suguru in his arms and pulls him close. They’re so sticky from sweat and cum and tears and snot and tacky lube. He kisses Suguru’s shoulder, right next to the big bite-bruise he left there. “Suguru, my dick hurts.” 

But he still rubs it between Suguru’s asscheeks all the same, because even though it does hurt, it's also just really nice to hump against his favorite fuckdoll. 

“It’s your own fault. You’re a horny dog. You know, they have to neuter dogs to stop them from humping people’s legs.” 

“You’re so nasty, let me just—” His dick is about half hard, so he gives it a few strokes and then rubs it over Suguru’s hole. “Let me put it inside you, it feels better like that.” 

“You’re kidding. No, you animal, you can’t fuck me anymore—” 

“No, no, I just wanna— ugh. You know.” Satoru just wants to be really, really close to him. 

Suguru rolls his eyes, but he gets it. 

There’s a point you reach where your balls are just so dried up and spent that you can’t even really do anything, and Satoru’s pretty certain he’s right about there. He still feels the intensely erotic charge in his body, though, and it can’t be soothed by anything less than feeling Suguru wrapped up around him. 

He keeps jerking off mindlessly against Suguru’s ass, running his fingers over Suguru’s hole. Dips inside just a little and then pulls out. Suguru sighs and moans despite previously complaining about it.

“Jesus, you're so wet and loose now.” 

Suguru mewls at him, hides his face in the pillow which now sports black tear stains on it. No lipstick, though, that's always going straight on Satoru’s cock.

“Shut up.” 

“Well-used hole. I should just keep you like this. How many times did I fuck you already?”

“Ah— Satorrruuuu— too many.” 

If he spreads Suguru’s hole with his fingers, Satoru’s cum drips out of him. Cream puff. Filled up. 

“Damn right. Let's do one more.” 

Satoru’s watched Naruto about three times already, because at this point it's just the most convenient background noise he can have during his lab homework, so he really can't help but think that this is some forbidden jujutsu level bullshit— like Itachi using Izanami on Kabuto, only it’s Satoru and Suguru getting trapped together in an endless loop of horny that just never ends. His dick is gonna fall off and he's still gonna wanna fuck Suguru with it. 

“I think you’re a sex addict,” Suguru says, riding him languidly. Just soft little bounces and grinding on it back and forth. 

Satoru doesn’t deny it; he just laughs. 

“So, Suguru—”  

Sayaka Gojo is 55 years old with a pixie cut and a severe expression. She pencils her eyebrows in black, has been getting Botox since 30, and chain-smokes. Suguru is absolutely scared of her, Satoru can see it on his face, but he also thinks it’s a little hilarious. 

They’re all sitting at the dinner table at the Gojo family bi-yearly beach reunion, and Satoru knows that him and Suguru have been the main clan gossip since he announced he’s bringing over a boyfriend . Aunts and uncles were distraught, Yuuta had warned him. 

Satoru’s grandma had heard about Suguru and she had called him, upset . 

“I just don’t understand you, Satoru — why don’t you ever date someone from nice, rich, well-connected families? Don’t you like that nice pretty Zenin boy with the bleached hair? I’m sure he’d like you!”

Satoru thinks it’s funny how she’s fine with the part where Suguru’s a boy, she’s just upset he’s a poor no-namer without a trust fund. But then…

“Nana, I’d cut my dick off before sticking it Naoya!”

“Satoru, that’s such a rude thing to say! I’m just thinking of the future! The Zenin’s are rich and powerful.” 

His grandma loves family connections and trust funds more than anything else in the world, so of course she’d take the information of “Satoru has a boyfriend” and turn it into diplomatic dating. 

“So Suguru, how did you and my son meet?” 

Suguru’s holding onto Satoru’s hand for dear life under the table, and all the uncles, aunts, and cousins are looking at him with bated breath. Satoru’s mom leans forward to look at him, squinting— Satoru knows it’s just because she needs glasses and refuses to wear them, but to Suguru, she probably looks even more intimidating. 

Suguru steals a glance at Satoru, gulps— Maybe Satoru should save him from this discussion, but…

“I’m afraid it’s just a college campus cliche. Satoru and I met in the library. We were both there studying, and we just started talking about what our majors were about,” Suguru smiles at them, eyes crinkling sweetly, and Satoru can see at least two cousins and an aunt falling for him in real time. He’s charming like that. 

“Ah, yes, Satoru said you’re a Literature Major. What made you go into such a poorly paid field?”

Satoru rolls his eyes at that.

“Mom, come on, be serious—” 

“I’m just asking!”

“Sayaka! My dear— ” Satoru’s father intervenes. 

Satoru’s mom is great. She’s great. Satoru loves her. 

She’s just kinda like that — weird about money, trying to sniff out gold diggers, very unsubtle about the way she goes about things— 

He’s sure she’ll like Suguru, though, and honestly, she has to like him. Satoru’s already decided he wants Suguru and only him— made up his mind about it right after shooting all his brain matter deep into Suguru’s ass and collapsing on top of him— so his family better like him, because Suguru’s the only thing they’re getting at these reunions for the foreseeable future. 

“I suppose I was more interested in doing something I loved. I had a fascination with poetry when I was child…” Suguru answers, and then adds, “I think picking a profession solely for money is rather plebeian, don’t you think, Mrs. Gojo?” 

Satoru’s mom just stares at him, assessing, and then starts laughing. 

“You found a decently polite way to call me rude and tactless—” 

“Oh no, that was not my intention. It’s just—” 

She waves it off. 

“Mom deserves it sometimes, it’s alright.” 

“Satoru, you shouldn’t be so disrespectful!” Grandma throws him a disappointed sort of look, but he just winks at Suguru and smiles at his grandma.

“It’s alright, I raised him to be a little rude. I do think being polite all the time ends up being boring.” 

Satoru’s nana rolls her eyes and huffs. 

“Bah, I’d settle for you kids to be polite at least half the time, but you can’t even do that!” 

Satoru throws his arm over Suguru’s shoulders and pulls him close, nudging his temple with his chin. 

“No worries, Grandma, Suguru’s really sweet and polite, you know.” 

Grandma looks at them with no small amount of skepticism, because surely no decent, polite individual would be able to tolerate her grandson for too long, but she’s willing to believe it. Satoru’s mom kinda likes him, as much as she’s able to like anyone the first time around. Definitely off to a good start. 

Three hours later, Satoru finds Suguru deeply engrossed in a conversation about  Dazai with Yuuta, and they seem to be getting along. 10+ points at least, because Grandma loves Yuuta and she trusts his judgment on people more than Satoru’s.

“He’s very pretty, you know,” his mom tells him, lighting another cigarette as she looks at Suguru. “I suppose you have good taste. You inherited that from me.” 

Satoru rolls his eyes at that, but really he’s not gonna say anything. Suguru is really gorgeous — he’s currently wearing a black turtleneck with plain black pants, and his hair is silky and shiny. Also, it’s nice seeing him charm his way through his cousins — aka the people who were giving him looks when they first came in— but now, he’s the center of attention, beautiful and elegant and charming as he is. 

His mom looks at him looking at Suguru and sighs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you genuinely look so sweet around someone else. He really makes you happy, doesn’t he?” 

It takes him by surprise, probably because she sounds so serious about it, and really, Satoru kinda resents being described as “looking sweet”. Still though, it kinda fits, doesn’t it? Suguru makes him feel tender and relaxed. 

“Hmm, he does, yeah.” 

His mom looks at him and smiles with the side of her mouth, shaking her head. She ruffles his hair, takes a long drag of her cigarette, and walks off. 

They have to sleep over at the Gojo complex that night— both Satoru and Suguru laying on a proper bed this time— not the frat house bed, not the shitty little dorm room bed Suguru has. A proper bed, big and luxurious like all the beds in the Gojo household are, and long enough that Satoru’s feet don’t dangle off the edge of it. 

Both of them are too self-conscious to do anything about it. 

“We can’t fuck here, my grandma is sleeping in the other room,” Satoru says. 

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to suggest anything. Your family seems to not hate me, and I don't wanna jeopardize that.”

“Impossible. I love you, and my cute little Suguru is so easy to love. You had them all falling over themselves in a few hours, just like I knew you would.”  

“Satoru, you make it sound so easy.” Suguru rolls his eyes, still overly cautious about things that are really cut and dry for Satoru himself.

“It is easy, though,” he says, kissing the crown of Suguru’s head, gently rubbing his back as he holds him to his chest. He feels Suguru’s breath on a patch of skin over his collar bone, and feels Suguru’s heart beating against his chest. Legs entwined, hands under shirts. Suguru falls asleep, but Satoru can’t. 

He’s in an insomniac sort of mood, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

3:00 AM in the morning finds him looking up “How to find out my partner’s ring size” and “Is four months of dating too soon to propose?”

Suguru sleeps with his head on Satoru’s chest, softly snoring, dead to the world.