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Suguru crawls on the bed without hesitation.
He knows Satoru is waiting for him there, legs sprawled out and cock aching; Suguru's been edging him for the whole night with his subtle touches and sneaky fingers under his clothes.
The dinner was nice, a small gathering of friends, nothing too fancy with beers and a lot of chatter.
Suguru’s hands had been silent messengers, greedy on Satoru’s weak spots, brushing against the nape of his neck, lingering on the soft skin of his hipbone for a second too long. A digit subtly sliding underneath his waistband while they were sitting, caressing his happy trail, toying with the soft, snowy hair but never quite touching exactly where Satoru most needed to be touched, a raging erection barely hidden in his pants, flustering him in front of their guests. He blamed his poor alcohol toleration and that extra glass of wine they drank to justify the burning of his cheeks, the pink shade crawling down his neck and diving past the hem of his loose collar to spread on his chest.
Serves him right, the asshole.
But Suguru really couldn't stay still. He couldn’t keep his hands off Satoru.
He'd been wearing that plug all day, a bet gone wrong between him and his lover. They tossed a coin, he lost. He worked himself nicely, sliding the metal plug deeper and deeper inside of him, until it settled and molded his insides to its shape and weight.
Suguru doesn’t like wearing a plug, because it makes him way too weak to Satoru’s presence beside him.
Wearing a plug had always bothered him, for the simple reason that it makes his body too receptive and sensitive. The pressure is borderline too much against his sweet bundle of nerves. He hates being this sensitive, but he also revels in the fact that it pleases Satoru to no end knowing that he's wearing that, the thought too enthralling to his lover, because it’s a secret.
A secret shared between them, the two of them only.
Their dirty little secret.
Satoru surely is a freak for getting off on such things, but Suguru is no less of a freak, loving the fact that Satoru gets off on that thought. That’s how they function, that’s how they match.
Suguru crawls onto the bed and slides against Satoru’s naked figure. He feels his hard cock jutting against his chest and stops, leveling himself, adjusting to reverse-match his lover.
He knows what he's doing, the things Satoru loves the most.
He licks, confident and positive he'll draw the filthiest moan out of Satoru. And Satoru does. He moans, loud and deep, his chest rumbling, vibrating underneath him. He thinks he's got it way too easy like this.
That is, until Satoru grabs his own, leaking cock. And swallows him deep in one go.
He's taken aback, but he won't falter.
No, he'll resist, he'll pursue Satoru's pleasure before his own, ignoring the pushing pressure of the plug against his prostate. He'll suck and lick and swallow everything Satoru has to give to him, he'll build up and coil the heat in his stomach until he can't take no more. He helps himself with his hand, stroking up and down the length, his lips sealed against Satoru’s burning skin, feeling his heartbeat pulsing on his own tongue and shivering despite of himself.
Satoru’s cock tastes so good. It’s perfect shape, perfect length, perfect girth in his mouth. Sucking Satoru’s cock is one of his favorite things to do. He loves the way he shakes, loves the way he moans when he takes him as deep as he can get. He loves the taste of his come, how bittersweet it feels on his tongue, the sticky texture and its inevitable sharing in a filthy kiss after every blowjob he gives to him. Could it be a quickie in a public restroom, could it be during slow, passionate lovemaking in the safety of their bed. It always, always ends with a kiss afterwards.
Suguru loves this, Suguru loves pleasuring Satoru, and he loves Satoru with all of his essence.
Satoru, on his part, is being merciless on him, fostering him deeper down his throat like he's been fed honey, sucking every bit of his soul out with every shaky breath he takes through his nose.
Suguru’s mind goes hazy, but he has to resist. He has to endure and fight the intense feeling of his piercings sliding delightfully against Satoru's palate, the delicious lick of his tongue against his tip every time he pulls out as he moans, his filthy lips vibrating against him, protesting at the loss of contact.
Satoru's hands wrap around his body, one planted in the soft of his buttcheek and the other mindlessly toying with his loose, silky hair sprawled on his back.
Satoru is so in control despite his ministrations, damn him and that motherfucking bet. Was it Satoru wearing the plug, there would be no game. He would've come the moment he touched his tip with his tongue.
But no, Suguru’s luck failing on him big time, it had to be the other way round, making things way, way harder for him. Because Satoru is even more sensitive than he is, especially when his prostate is being constantly tortured. He could come untouched an unhealthy amount of times when he fingers him deep and good, god bless him and his non-existent refractory period.
Satoru's going to pay for this unfair game he's playing. But vengeance will have to be consumed at its due time.
Here, Suguru thinks that he has it, for a moment.
He feels Satoru shiver and writhe underneath him. He's bobbing fast, sucking on his flesh, precome flooding his mouth and making him salivate at the thought of Satoru unraveling beneath him. His cock grows even harder at the thought of Satoru’s approaching orgasm, but then it happens.
Satoru pulls.
He wraps his hand around his loose hair and just fucking yanks.
Satoru knows his weak spots all too well. And he knows Suguru gets off on pain like a teenager boy gets off on a nice pair of boobs. It's all way too easy, automatic almost, like pulling a lever which opens the floodgates.
Satoru sure did play dirty at this game, but who is he to blame him when he’s the one who played dirty first.
Satoru pulls his hair, and Suguru's mind whites-out.
Bolts of electricity run down his spine, while heat spreads across his body, reaching the furthest ends of his nerves, making his whole figure quiver in pleasure. Hot, thick spurts of come shoot down Satoru's throat, filling him up just the way he loves to be filled.
He has to let go of Satoru’s cock and just breathe, gasping for air while his lungs are burning and his scalp tingles in pain, his body completely gone berserk, aftershocks blanketing his figure, wave after wave, slowly dissipating and leaving a trembling mess behind.
Satoru smiles around Suguru's cock, eager and satisfied, and swallows in earnest all of Suguru’s, taking in everything oh so nicely, letting him fill his mouth and his throat until he can’t give no more.
A smug and sated grin spreads on his come-stained lips, delighted by the fact that he won this bet, too.
Today has been a lucky day for Satoru.
Satoru is, overall, a lucky boy indeed.
