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Suguru lays in bed with his fist around his cock, his arm sore from what feels like hours of jerking off. Pressure builds up beneath his lower abdomen, heat swirling in his gut as he thinks to himself finally, fucking finally, it’s happening.

It’s sensitive at the tip, and he draws his hand up and down, stroking faster before he starts fucking into his fist. A deep breath releases from his chest—god, it feels like it’s been forever since he’s last had an orgasm.

He thinks back to a few months ago, when he first started taking his medication. He would’ve never let himself be convinced to take the damn antidepressants if he’d known they’d affect him like this.

It’s not that they don’t work—they do, it’s just that the side effects are a bit more than Suguru can handle. And the doctor did in fact warn him that he’d mostly likely experience things like weight gain, trouble falling asleep, and low libido. Suguru wasn’t particularly hesitant to put an unknown substance inside his body, it’s only that he had trouble seeing what the point to it all was.

Satoru was the reason why Suguru ultimately decided to start taking the meds. Suguru saw the way his friend always looked at him—an unnatural frown splayed across his usually smug face, with his head in his hands as he gazed at Suguru from afar, as though he was already imagining his impending suicide and planning what he’d wear to his funeral. Christ, it was unbearable.

He didn’t feel anything different for the first few weeks. It wasn’t until the third month rolled around that Suguru started experiencing the worst of his side effects. Most of them he can deal with; insomnia is not something he’s unaccustomed to, and the dry mouth only means he gets to drink more tea than he normally does.

No, it’s the sexual dysfunction that fucks with him the most.

It’s not even that Suguru cannot maintain an erection. He can. By god, can he maintain a fucking erection. The problem is that he has no way of alleviating it.

It seems as if Suguru can masturbate until his arms fall off and he will still be completely unable to come. It’s gotten to the point where he jerks off for so long that he’s not even horny anymore, he’s just incredibly frustrated and wants to fucking die. It’s kind of funny how the pills that are supposed to help with his depression are making him experience side effects that actually heighten his depression. Funny, as in, annoying as shit. But still ironic, in a twisted, fucked up kind of way.

Suguru has tried everything. He’s tried watching porn, he’s tried not watching porn. He’s even tried stimulating his prostate. Nothing works. At some point, he decided he just wouldn’t jerk off at all, and would wait for the erection to go down on its own. But that in itself is a special form of torture, because damn it, Suguru fucking wants to jerk off.

It’s like he’s been edging himself for months, with constant masturbation sessions where absolutely nothing comes out of them.

As Suguru lays there in bed, the pressure builds up, up, until it halts to a full, complete stop. He almost feels like there’s a blockage in his lower gut, like something is stopping him from coming. Perhaps it’s divine intervention, like maybe he’s not meant to come, after all. Maybe Suguru did something in a past life that took away his ability to ejaculate, and now he’ll never be able to satisfy himself for as long as he lives.

God, that sounds so fucking dramatic. Apparently, being sexually frustrated and unbearably pent up is what brings the theatrics out of Suguru.

He’s about ready to give up for the nth time when the door to his bedroom suddenly swings open. A familiar face curtained by strands of white hair pops his head into the doorway. His blue eyes widen at Suguru’s unfortunate position.

“Holy shit,” Satoru says.

“What the fuck?!” Suguru quickly covers himself up with his blanket. “How many times do I have to tell you to knock?!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Satoru shouts with his hands up in the air, slowly backing out of the room. “I’ll come back. Just… Let me know when you’re done.”

“Wait,” Suguru calls out before Satoru shuts the door. He sighs. “Come in. I’m… I’m already done.”

Satoru hesitantly enters the room, his face a mess of suspicion and also a sort of creepy delight from catching Suguru in the act. Suguru thinks he’ll never understand what the fuck is wrong with Satoru’s head.

“It didn’t look like you were done,” he says with a smirk.

“Well, I am,” Suguru says, and he adjusts himself beneath the sheets so that his pants are pulled up and his dick is tucked away.

“Did you come just from being walked in on? Suguru,” Satoru purrs his name, “I didn’t know you were into that…”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Shut the fuck up. No. I didn’t…” He hesitates to finish his sentence, but ultimately, Satoru’s wide, probing eyes force it out of him. “I couldn’t,” he mumbles.

“Couldn’t what? You couldn’t come?”

Suguru just nods.

Satoru laughs. “Erectile dysfunction? At our age?” he says. “What kind of fucked-up geriatric curse did you eat this time?”

“Can you stop with that shit?” Suguru snaps. He feels his face heat up, anger and embarrassment boiling inside of him. It’s Satoru’s damn fault he’s even on these pills to begin with. Perhaps something deep within Suguru is blaming Satoru for the current predicament that he’s in, as well. “It’s the pills, Satoru. The pills. They’re fucking with my body.”

“Oh.” Satoru’s face falls a little, and Suguru thinks he might even see some guilt written in his expression. Good, Suguru thinks. He deserves it.

“Yeah, oh. I’ve got, like, three months worth of cum built up inside of me right now.”

Satoru scrunches his nose in disgust. “Gross. You didn’t have to say it like that.”

“Well, you should be grossed out. This is all your fault.”

Satoru takes a seat on the edge of Suguru’s bed. “My fault?” he says. “How is it my fault? I didn’t tie you up and stuff those pills down your throat. Although, maybe I should have. Maybe you’d even like it.”

“You might as well have,” Suguru says, pointedly ignoring the last few words that Satoru said. He refuses to give him the satisfaction. “It’s the way you were looking at me. Those eyes. Like a puppy. I could sign my own death warrant if you just looked at me in a specific way.”

Satoru lets out a little snort. “That’s cute. I didn’t know I had that affect on you.”

Suguru glares at him. “Yes, you did. You do it on purpose.”

“Maybe.” Satoru shrugs. “What can I do to help? Let me ask Shoko if she can get you some Viagra.”

“Yeah, right, asshole. I can get it up just fine. It’s the coming part I have a problem with.”

Suguru cringes a little as he says those words. He’s not necessarily prudish, but he’d much rather not have to share his intimate sexual details with someone that he’s not having sex with. Especially not Satoru.

“Sounds like you just last longer in bed,” Satoru says with a shrug. “And I’m supposed to see that as a bad thing?”

“You don’t get it. It’s fucking torture. I don’t last longer—I last indefinitely.”

“You just need someone with good stamina who can keep up with you.”

Suguru scoffs. “That person doesn’t exist in this universe.”

“Uh, hello? I think you’re forgetting who I am,” Satoru says. “I’m the sole exception to just about everything in this damn world.”

Suguru blinks. He feels his face heat up a bit. “Jesus christ, Satoru. Don’t say shit like that. It’s disgusting.”

Satoru shuffles closer to him on the bed. His eyes twinkle as he looks at Suguru, almost like he’s having fun with the impossible situation that he’s in.

“Suguru…” he murmurs. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? Won’t you let me make it up to you?”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

Satoru frowns. “I don’t like the way you said that. Now I have to prove myself to you. I’ll prove how useful I can be.”

He pulls the blanket off of Suguru’s lap, revealing the still hard bulge that’s poking through his pants. His palm envelops Suguru’s knee, caressing it, before it slowly moves up toward his thigh, fingertips lightly trailing over the fabric of Suguru’s pants.

“Let me suck you off,” Satoru whispers. “I’m real good at it, trust me. No gag reflex, and I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll lose your vision.”

“Why in the fuck would I want that?”

Satoru rolls his eyes. “It’s an expression. Come on. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’d be like to get a blowjob from me?”

Suguru shakes his head. “No. No, Satoru, I can’t say that I have.”

“Well, I have. I bet it’s big. It’s big, isn’t it?” As he speaks, he slowly lets his hand creep closer and closer to Suguru’s cock, now fully hard, straining and twitching in his underwear. “I bet you’d like it nice and slow, gently guiding my head with your hands. You’d be real gentle with me, wouldn’t you, Suguru?”

“Why should I?” Suguru says, and his voice is breathy, which is so fucking embarrassing, because he shouldn’t be getting turned on by Satoru’s cliché dirty talk. “You don’t deserve gentle.”

Satoru hums, as a smile tugs on the corners of his lips. “Oh, so you’d be rough then? Fuck my mouth, try and make me choke on it? Is that the kind of lover you are, Suguru?”

“Stop…” Suguru trails off as Satoru cups his palm over his bulge, tracing the outline with his thumb. “Stop saying my name like that.”

“Like what?” Satoru tilts his head to the side. “…Su-gu-ru?” He emphasizes each syllable, slowly pronouncing Suguru’s name, before his fingers hook beneath the waistband of his pants.

Suguru feels his eyes flutter shut, and he relaxes underneath Satoru’s touch. Fuck it. He might as well enjoy himself if Satoru’s so intent on sucking him off. And he was lying—he has thought about it. Of course he has. How could he not, when Satoru is as pretty as he is, and when every time he gets the chance to eat something phallic, like a popsicle, he deep throats the damn thing and looks Suguru right in his eyes?

…Shit. What a dumbass Suguru has been. He should have picked up on Satoru’s hints a long, long time ago.

Satoru pulls Suguru’s pants down and helps spread his legs so he can kneel between them. He presses his face against Suguru’s clothed cock, rubbing his cheek against it, mouthing at it through the fabric of his underwear. Suguru grips the hair on the back of Satoru’s head and ticks his hips up just a bit, pushing his bulge against Satoru’s face.

“Fuck,” Suguru breathes out. “Satoru. Stop fucking teasing.”

Suguru can’t see it, but he knows Satoru has a smile on his face by the tone in his voice when he says, “But you’re so cute when you’re desperate.” He nestles Suguru’s bulge in between his lips, sucking a wet spot into the cloth, as he inhales Suguru’s scent. He pulls off and looks up at Suguru with blown out pupils framed by blue, blue irises, and a sweet grin painted across his face. “You smell so good.”

“You’re sick in the head,” Suguru says, but there’s a pathetic little whimper hidden beneath his words.

Satoru giggles. “I’m having fun,” he says. “I already know you won’t come too fast. Might as well take my time.”

“That’s evil. You’re fucking evil.”

Satoru pulls down Suguru’s underwear and lets his cock spring up, hard and leaking embarrassingly in front of Satoru’s face. A small breath escapes his lips as he looks at it, and the warm air hits Suguru’s bare cock.

“Damn,” Satoru sighs. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s a dick,” Suguru deadpans.

“It’s yours. And it’s fucking big.”

Suguru feels himself blushing a bit. Satoru won’t stop fucking staring at his cock, and that little comment he made—it’s yours—keeps echoing inside of Suguru’s head. Satoru wraps his hand around his cock, looking on in awe at the way his long fingers stretch to meet the circumference of his shaft.

“Look at that,” Satoru whispers. “It looks so big compared to my hand. God, I just know I’m gonna have fun with you.”

“You’re such a fucking freak, Satoru.”

Satoru looks up at him, licking his lips, as he nods. “Mm. Yeah, keep being mean to me. It turns me on.”

“Hah… I’m sure it does. That doesn’t surprise me at all.”

His words stutter a bit when Satoru leans forward and licks a stripe along the tip, collecting Suguru’s pre-cum on his tongue. He hums a little at the taste, then makes eye contact with Suguru as he licks up from the base to the head.

“Satoru…” he breathes out. He doesn’t even know what to say—what he’s supposed to say. His best friend’s tongue is mapping out the expanse of his entire dick, and it feels fucking good.

Satoru takes him in all the way, stuffing his mouth with Suguru’s cock. He chokes a little as it hits the back of his throat, and pulls off just a bit, spit drooling from his lips and down toward Suguru’s balls.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a gag reflex?” Suguru teases, but it falls kinda flat with the way he moans and ticks his hips up, feeling how Satoru’s throat opens up around his cock, with that wet, velvety heat. “Shit, that’s good…”

Satoru hums, and Suguru knows he probably wants to say something smug right now. Like I told you so or something as equally corny as that. Thankfully his mouth is full, and Suguru brings his palm up to the back of Satoru’s head and pushes him down. Satoru’s fingernails bite into Suguru’s thighs the more he fucks himself in and out of his mouth, and Suguru smiles at the sight. He has to admit that Satoru is kind of cute in this position.

He’s messy with it—sucking him so sloppy that wet noises echo throughout the room and pierce Suguru’s ears in just the right way that makes him whine and throw his head back. He closes his eyes and focuses on the sounds that come from Satoru’s mouth. But out of nowhere, Satoru pulls off. Suguru frowns and looks back down.

“I want you to look at me,” Satoru says. “Don’t close your eyes. Watch me. I want to see your face when I make you come.”

Suguru exhales a shaky breath. “You’re so…” He trails off when Satoru takes him back in all the way, his eyes almost fluttering shut before he stops himself.

Suguru is unsure of what he’s supposed to do in this situation. He’s received blowjobs before, but none from his best friend, and none that felt this good. He raises a trembling hand up to the back of Satoru’s head and runs his fingers through his hair. He hears Satoru laugh a little, and it makes his face heat up.

“Just– fuck off,” he bites out, and then pushes Satoru’s head further down until those blue eyes close shut and that laugh turns into a moan, muffled and vibrating around Suguru’s cock. “Do you like it when I do that? Wow, Satoru. I should’ve known you were a slut.”

Another moan. Suguru lets out a breathy chuckle, takes hold of the back of Satoru’s neck and maneuvers him up and down. Satoru looks up at him with wide eyes that are brimming with tears. He bats his lashes with a display of faux innocence, causing the tears to fall and trail down his cheeks.

“God,” Suguru moans. “Don’t– don’t look at me like that.”

He might actually come. There’s something about the way Satoru sucks him off that has Suguru impossibly turned on, although it might also have something to do with the fact that it’s Satoru out of all people. And Satoru looks like he’s enjoying it—of course he fucking is.

Why does that make Suguru jealous? The thought of Satoru enjoying sucking dick means he does this often, and with how good he is at it, it’s obvious that it’s not his first time. They’re both grown men. Suguru has gotten plenty of blowjobs before too, which is the reason he’s not sure why he feels a sort of devastation deep in his gut at the thought of Satoru doing this with someone else.

It’s stupid. Suguru’s hips tick up almost on instinct, as he simultaneously pushes Satoru’s face down until his nose presses against his pelvic bone, like he just wants to hear him choke. Like something inside of Suguru wants to mark the back of Satoru’s throat with bruises as evidence that this actually happened. Maybe he wants Satoru’s mouth to be so sore that he can’t suck anyone else’s dick for at least a week.

“Fuck,” Suguru sighs, letting his inhibitions loosen just a bit as he thrusts back up into Satoru’s mouth. “Satoru, your throat…”

Satoru pulls off, which kind of irritates Suguru, because he was feeling really good until Satoru did that. And now he’s talking, which is even more annoying, because almost everything that comes out of Satoru’s mouth is liable to piss Suguru off.

“It’s good, huh?” Satoru says, grinning. “You gonna come or not? I’ve never had a guy last this long before.”

“Don’t talk about the other guys who you’ve given head to,” Suguru mutters.

Satoru raises an eyebrow. “Are you jealous?”

“No. It’s just not sexy conversation for when you’re trying to make me come.”

Satoru’s mouth drops open just a bit in surprise, before his lips curl up with delight. “You are jealous,” he says. “That’s so cute, Suguru. Don’t worry—it’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Well, besides mine, of course.”

Suguru groans. It’s a mixture of frustration and genuine pleasure, as Satoru leans forward and presses a kiss to his tip, wet and dripping with his own pre.

“You’re insufferable,” Suguru says.

“I have the right to be. Should I prove it to you? We can even compare sizes.”

“No.”

But Satoru is already sitting up and pulling his pants down. Fuck, and he’s already hard, which means he was getting turned on from sucking Suguru off, which is somehow way more arousing to Suguru than it probably should be.

He takes his cock in his hand and gives it a couple of strokes, before he leans forward and presses it up against Suguru. Suguru feels himself choke on his own breath when Satoru wraps his fingers around the both of them.

Satoru is firm and warm against Suguru, and he jerks them both off as he stares down at Suguru with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Satoru,” Suguru says. “You…”

He doesn’t even know what to say.

“Shit, that feels good,” Satoru says, a little moan escaping his lips as his hips stutter and his eyelids start to tremble.

Suguru just nods in agreement, finding himself unable to even respond, unable to keep his eyes off of where Satoru’s fingers are wrapped around the both of them.

Satoru rearranges himself so that Suguru legs are on either side of his waist, and now he has a better angle where he can thrust up onto Suguru’s cock, rutting against him. Satoru’s spit creates an easy glide, as well as the mixture of both of their pre-cum, and Suguru can’t help the little whimper that escapes. Just the sight of both of their cocks pressed together like that is making him feel dizzy.

“Would you look at that,” Satoru says, sounding smug. “I am bigger.”

He’s longer, that’s for sure. But Suguru has a bit more girth.

“Mine is thicker,” Suguru says, but his voice comes out shaky. He feels his face start to heat up. “You fucking asshole.”

“You’re so hot,” Satoru breathes out, and he quickens the pace of his hand. “Do you think you can come like this? Because I definitely can.”

Suguru shakes his head. “No– I don’t–” He cuts himself off with an awkward shrug. “I don’t really know, Satoru. I don’t think so.”

“That’s okay. Innovation. There’s a lot I can do that you don’t even know about.”

“You understand you sound like a creep when you say things like that, right?”

“You like it,” Satoru says. “Look at you. You’re dripping all over me.”

Suguru whines at that. He really is dripping. How fucking humiliating.

“So cute,” Satoru teases with a grin. “I’ve thought about you like this before, you know. Beneath me… God, you don’t even know how fucking hot you are, Suguru.”

“I’m not an idiot,” Suguru says, without even thinking, and Satoru laughs.

“Well you’re cocky, that’s for sure.”

Suguru blushes. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

Satoru leans down until their faces are only a few centimeters apart. “Let me fuck you,” he says, breathing hard as he gives the tips of their cocks a light squeeze. “Trust me. I’ll make you come faster that way.”

“What?” Suguru shakes his head in confusion. “You want to—?”

“Are you joking? Fuck yes, I do,” Satoru says, but then he quickly regains his composure. “It can just be a one time thing, though. Doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m just helping you out, remember?”

Slowly, Suguru finds himself nodding. “Okay,” he says. “Alright. Fine.”

“Well don’t sound so excited,” Satoru teases. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you, Suguru.”

He pulls back so he can rid Suguru of his pants and underwear, then helps him pull his shirt off his head. Satoru takes a moment to run his hands along Suguru’s torso, thumbing at his nipples, and Suguru sighs, relaxing into his touch.

“Will you turn over for me?” Satoru says. “On your hands and knees?”

Suguru frowns. “Satoru, that’s…”

“Please.” Satoru looks at him as he says it—and those eyes. Suguru can’t bear to say no to those eyes. His palms trail down to Suguru’s bare thighs, smoothing over his skin, caressing the firm muscles of his legs. Suguru’s cock twitches each time Satoru’s fingers make it too close to his inner thighs. “I’ll make it so good for you, Suguru. Just trust me. You trust me, don’t you?”

Suguru nods without hesitation. “Of course. I trust you.”

That earns a beam from Satoru, his pretty lips pulled up into a satisfied smile. “Good,” he says. “I’m glad.”

With a shaky breath and trembling legs, Suguru turns over and buries his warm face in the sheets. He feels Satoru’s hands on his waist, guiding him to hike his knees up, pressing down on his back until he’s arched enough to satisfy him. Those hands trail over to Suguru’s ass, gentle at first, until he starts kneading the flesh, pulling apart his cheeks and revealing his hole. Suguru shoves his face deeper into the bed, a groan caught at the back of his throat.

“Satoru,” he mumbles. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

“It’s not,” Satoru says, and his voice sounds rougher than usual. “Not at all. Fuck, Suguru… you’re incredible.”

“Is it everything you ever imagined it to be?” Suguru says, using humor as an attempt to curb his own humiliation.

“Even better,” Satoru replies in earnest. “You trust me, right? Just to reiterate.”

“I… Yes? You saying that makes me not want to trust you, though.”

“Don’t worry,” Satoru whispers, and Suguru swears he can feel his breath tickling his ass. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“What are you–” Suguru cuts himself off with a gasp as he feels Satoru’s tongue pressed up against his hole. His body jerks forward, and he turns his face to the side in an attempt to look behind him. “S- Satoru… What the fuck..”

“Stay still,” Satoru mumbles, and he wraps his arm around Suguru’s waist to pull him back, pressing him up against his face. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Suguru lets out a long, shaky moan when Satoru licks around his rim with light, teasing motions. He drags his tongue up from his balls to his taint, then plunges it inside his hole, moaning against him like this is all he’s ever wanted in his entire life.

“Satoru,” Suguru breathes out his name. “This is so… You’re so nasty.”

Satoru pulls away for just a moment, but his hand doesn’t leave Suguru’s ass. He massages it, gives it a light smack, and watches intently at the way it bounces back from the impact.

“It’ll feel better if you’re relaxed,” Satoru says. “I told you, I’m taking my time with this. I’m not gonna half-ass it, not now that I finally have you where I want you.”

“That’s creepy,” Suguru says, but his voice wavers when he speaks, and it doesn’t land how he intends it to. “Do you realize how creepy that sounds?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Suguru hesitates for a brief second, but then he slowly shakes his head. “No,” he mumbles.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.”

“No, Satoru,” he bites out through gritted teeth. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking–”

Satoru buries his face back in between Suguru’s cheeks and sends a thrill shooting right down his spine. A confusing mixture of emotions plagues Suguru’s mind—arousal being at the forefront, but also a mild case of fear, because this is his best friend who’s eating his ass right now.

And Suguru’s never gotten his ass ate before, and the fact that Satoru is his first makes him feel kind of weird, but at the same time, there’s a sort of comfort found in that. Like, he doesn’t think he’d want anybody else to put him in this position if it weren’t Satoru.

But it feels good. Especially as Satoru moans while he fucks him with his tongue, his breath warm against Suguru’s hole, and Suguru pushes back against his face to get him just that much deeper.

Satoru is palming himself through his pants, like he just can’t help himself, because Suguru’s making these sweet little sounds of pleasure that are going straight to his dick. The mewls that leave his mouth are all whiny and embarrassed, and yet he’s fucking himself on Satoru’s tongue with such a raw display of desperation that makes Satoru’s cock twitch and beg for attention.

He has to stop himself from fully jerking off, because he knows he’ll come just from the taste and the scent of Suguru that surrounds him. Satoru comes up for air, panting as he clutches at Suguru’s ass, feeling spit drip down his chin. Suguru looks behind at Satoru with half-lidded eyes and strands of hair hanging over his pink-flushed face—and god, does he look fucking gorgeous like that. Completely raw and uninhibited. Satoru feels a rush of possession just at the sight. He doesn’t want anybody else to see Suguru like this. Not anymore.

“Satoru,” he says. “Why… Why did you stop?”

Satoru lets out a soft laugh. “Couldn’t breathe,” he says.

He thumbs at Suguru’s hole and watches as his eyes flutter shut, how he cants his hips backwards to try and push Satoru’s finger deeper. The sheets beneath him are stained with the way Suguru’s cock is steadily leaking pre-cum, which Satoru thinks is so fucking cute.

“Desperate,” Satoru mumbles. “So cute.”

He removes his thumb just to enter in his middle finger. Suguru is tight around him, clenching down on the single digit, and Satoru rubs at his hip with soothing motions.

“You’re gonna have to relax if you wanna be able to take my cock,” he murmurs.

Suguru huffs. “So… arrogant…”

“Tell me how you want it, baby,” Satoru says. “This is all for you. I want to make you feel good. Did you like it when I was eating you out?”

Suguru nods, a slight hum in the back of his throat. “Mm… Yes, I liked it.”

“Yeah?” Satoru enters another finger as he speaks, and Suguru’s hips stutter at the sudden intrusion. “You want me to keep doing it? Want me to fuck you with my tongue and my fingers at the same time?”

Suguru’s breath hitches, but he nods yet again, faster this time. “Yes… Yes, Satoru. Fuck. I hate you so much.”

Satoru smirks. “You fucking love me.”

He spreads his fingers apart to make room for his tongue, leaning over and licking into Suguru as he crooks his fingers down, trying to find his prostate. Suguru gasps, arching his back even more, and Satoru lets himself grin a little as he massages right on the spot that makes Suguru tremble where he’s sat atop the mattress.

“Right there, Satoru… Oh my god.. That feels so good,” he says, then buries his face in his arms to muffle his moans.

Satoru works Suguru open with his tongue and his fingers until he’s a whimpering mess, his cock hanging heavy between his legs where it rubs up against the sheets ever so slightly with each jerking motion of his hips.

“I’m going to come,” Suguru gasps. “Satoru– I think I’m gonna–”

He shivers as he feels an all-around body sensation that builds up gradually, as his lips part to allow sounds out that he wouldn’t ever make under any normal circumstances. He’s never had an orgasm like this before in his entire life. He feels it throughout his bones, his entire nervous system, as he cries out, sobbing into the sheets while Satoru hums, sucking and licking at him from behind.

“Holy shit,” he pants. “Holy shit, Satoru– stop– I can’t feel my fucking legs.”

Satoru pulls away and lets Suguru fall against the bed, where he picks himself up by his elbows and turns around to lie on his back. He covers his face up with his hands, where his cheeks feel unbearably warm.

“You squirted everywhere,” Satoru says. “You’re gonna have to clean these sheets.”

“Gross,” Suguru mumbles beneath his fingers. “That’s disgusting. Don’t say shit like that.”

“That felt good, huh? Did you like it?”

Suguru slowly nods, then feels as Satoru gently removes his hands from his face.

“There you are,” he whispers, and Suguru tries hard to avoid eye contact. He doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him—he’s never felt this shy before in his life, but the way Satoru is looking at him right now makes him feel incredibly strange. It’s like he wants to devour him all over again. “That was so fucking hot, Suguru. I hope you know I’m gonna jerk off to the memory of this over and over again.”

“I don’t know what happened,” Suguru admits. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”

Satoru smiles and claps his hand on Suguru’s shoulder. “Well, I’m glad to be of service. I should probably go now.”

Suguru forgets that he’s trying to avoid eye contact and looks at Satoru with a confused expression on his face. “Wait, what? I thought you wanted to…”

“I made you come, didn’t I? You can do it yourself now that you know what you have to do.”

“No, no. I can’t do it the way you did,” Suguru says, and he sounds so fucking desperate that it makes him cringe. “Trust me– I’ve tried.”

“That’s hot. I’ll be thinking about that too when I jerk off tonight,” Satoru says, before he gets up to leave.

Suguru groans. “Satoru… Satoru, wait!”

“I have to go on a mission tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t be gone too long—should be about a week. Just text me if you need anything,” Satoru says. He stops before he opens the bedroom door. “And I mean anything.”

He walks away, and Suguru is left behind with his dick still hard, laying in bedsheets that are drenched in his own cum.

Suguru goes out drinking with Shoko later that night. He can’t get Satoru off of his fucking mind. Shoko is surprised at first, but then when he tells her he needs a distraction, she gets this knowing look on her face, as if Suguru’s expression reads: My best friend just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and now I feel like I’m having an existential crisis.

It turns out liquor doesn’t mix well with the medicine Suguru is taking. He’s merely two drinks deep when his mouth is already loosened up and he ends up telling Shoko everything.

“I mean, it was fucking incredible,” he says. “I’m telling you. I’ve never felt anything like it before. His mouth… it’s like…”

Shoko cuts him off by putting her hand up in front of his face. “Stop. One, you need to lower your fucking voice,” she says, looking around the bar at the other patrons. She’s so dramatic. There’s barely even anyone there. “And two, you’ve only had a couple drinks, and yet you already sound shitfaced. What is up with that?”

Suguru shrugs. He’s starting to feel a bit lightheaded. “I don’t know. Might be the pills. I think the bottle said something about alcohol, but I can’t remember what.”

A sigh, and Shoko shakes her head. “You’re on pills? What, like antidepressants?”

Suguru nods. “How did you know?”

Her face is deadpan when she stares at him. “Process of elimination. You’re physically healthy, but your mind is fucked up. And I would’ve suggested antidepressants a long time ago if I knew you were actually willing to take them.”

“I’m not,” he says. “Well, I wasn’t. It’s… Satoru, he convinced me.”

“Ah.” She hums knowingly. “Of course.”

Suguru grunts. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He tries to take another sip of his drink, but she pulls it away from him. Suguru frowns indignantly.

“No more,” she says. “I’m gonna call Gojo to come pick you up.”

“No,” Suguru whines. “Please don’t. I’m having fun.”

“All you’ve done tonight is talk about how Gojo fingered you and ate your ass until you came for the first time in months. It’s disgusting, and not just because I’m gay.”

“Actually, I think it is because you’re gay. I mean, I’m telling you, it was so hot. Shoko, why is that? Like, you’re a doctor, right? So tell me, why did it feel so good?”

“I’m not a urologist,” Shoko says. “It probably felt that good because you’re in love with him.”

Suguru shakes his head. “Mm-mm. Nope. Don’t think so.”

She sighs. “Dude. You’re drunk. I’m calling Gojo, okay?”

“No!” Suguru pleads. “Don’t bother him. He has to get up early tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m not taking responsibility of you just because you didn’t bother to read up on the medicine you’re taking,” she says. “Come on, it’s just Gojo. He won’t mind. Maybe you two can discuss this whole orgasm thing you’ve been yapping about.”

Suguru thinks that perhaps he might have blacked out because the next thing he knows, Satoru’s arm is wrapped around his waist as he’s helping him inside his bedroom door.

“Let’s go, Suguru. One step at a time, come on.”

He clutches onto Satoru’s shirt and buries his face inside the crook of his neck. “Satoruuuu,” he slurs. “I missed you. So much.”

“You saw me earlier today,” Satoru replies, a laugh caught beneath his words. “You’re wasted, Suguru. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this drunk before.”

“Mm. It’s the pills,” Suguru mumbles. “And I know, I know—but, I’ll miss you so much when you’re gone. Please don’t go… please.”

Satoru rubs the small of his back and gently leads him to bed, where Suguru flops over onto his back. He makes grabby hands for Satoru to come lay down next to him, and Satoru heeds to his command with a slight roll of the eyes.

“God, you’re clingy when you’re drunk,” he says, but there’s a cheesy smile invading his face. He just can’t help it, Suguru is so damn cute when he’s like this.

“I want you,” Suguru says. “Do it again. The same thing you did to me earlier. Felt so… so good, Satoru…”

“Not right now,” Satoru says. “Maybe when I come back.”

“Please,” Suguru whines, pulling Satoru closer to his body. “Oh, please. You were so good. Came so fucking hard.”

Satoru lets Suguru entangle their limbs together and caresses the top of his head. He places a kiss on Suguru’s temple, which feels strangely intimate, but he shoves that feeling deep down. Suguru is drunk right now—all he needs in this moment is for someone to take care of him.

“I’ll do it again for you, baby,” Satoru says, and Suguru lets out a satisfied hum. “But only when I come back, and you’re fully sober.”

Suguru groans. “You and Shoko both,” he says, “you both suck. You’re like mom and dad.”

“I’d hope not.” Satoru laughs. “That’d make this very weird.”

Suguru’s arms tighten around Satoru, holding him close to his body. “Don’t leave,” he whines. “Stay with me. You smell so good. So warm. I want your mouth. I want– I want to kiss you. We didn’t get to do it, earlier. I want it, Satoru.”

“Another time, pretty. I promise,” Satoru says. “I’ll give you what you want as soon as I come back. Does that sound good?”

Suguru nods. “Yes. So, so good. I can’t wait. Did I already say that you smell amazing?”

“Yes, you did. Now go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

Suguru drifts off to the feeling of Satoru’s fingers running through his hair and the smell of Satoru surrounding him, which is more comforting than any blanket, and makes him feel more hazy than any amount of liquor ever could. It’s a fresh scent, clean and crisp. It reminds Suguru of washed laundry and the morning after a night of rain. Gentle.

Suguru feels nauseous when he wakes up the next morning. He has a vague memory of a warm body next to him when he fell asleep, but the other side of the bed is empty when he rolls over. The first thing he does is check his phone.

There’s a text message from Satoru that reads: I had to leave early. You probably feel sick, so take the pain killers I left you. Call me or text me if you need anything. I’ll see you in a week.

A little heart emoji punctuates the end of the message. Suguru frowns. He takes the pills that are sitting next to his phone and lays his head inside the palms of his hands. Christ, he feels like shit.

Never again. He’s never ever drinking again.

Suguru only makes it two and a half days into Satoru’s absence before he gets desperate again. He’s laying in his bed, pants thrown somewhere across the room, fingers wrapped around his cock. It feels like it’s been hours since he started jerking off, but realistically, it’s probably only been about 20 minutes.

Perhaps something within Suguru broke the day that Satoru made him come, because he feels as though his self control has gone completely down the drain when he finds himself dialing Satoru’s number, his hand still in a firm grip around his cock.

Satoru picks up after only a few rings.

“Hey,” he says, and he sounds tired. “Are you okay? It’s late.”

Suguru looks at his phone and checks the time. Half past midnight. He puts the phone back against his ear.

“Shit, Satoru. I’m sorry. I didn’t even notice the time.”

Satoru doesn’t sound too bothered by it, though. “You must’ve had a reason to call,” he says. “You almost never do.”

“Yeah,” Suguru sighs out. “Yeah. A reason. I have one.”

The line goes quiet for a moment. Eventually, Satoru says, “Yeah…? Well, what’s your reason?”

“I’m– Pfft. I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” His voice lilts, and he sounds amused. “But you said there was a reason. Now all of a sudden you don’t know?”

Suguru groans. His fingers flex around his cock. “You know, Satoru. You fucking know. Don’t play dumb.”

He can hear the grin in Satoru’s voice when he says, “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Ugh. I miss you,” Suguru grumbles. “Okay? Is that good enough?”

A warm chuckle is heard from the phone’s speakers. “Hm… You miss me already? I’m flattered, but it’s only been a few days.”

“I miss your–” Suguru stops himself. “I just… I’m not having a good time without you.”

“Is that so?” Suguru hears Satoru shuffling around wherever he is.

“Are you in bed right now?” he asks. “You’re alone, right?”

“Yes and yes,” Satoru responds. His voice sounds further away. “I booked a room at an inn. I’m all alone, Suguru. All yours, baby.”

Suguru lets out a slow breath. His hand continues its movement along the base of his cock, slowly stroking up towards the tip, and he feels his toes start to curl. “That’s– Don’t say that.”

“You wanna see my face?” Satoru asks.

“Um.” Suguru slides his thumb across the slit and bites his lip. “Mmh. Okay.”

It only takes about a minute for him to hear the ringtone that indicates he’s received a text message. He puts Satoru on speaker so he can open the message app, and what he finds makes him squeeze the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Satoru…”

“Yeah? Do I look good?”

Suguru nods, before he remembers that Satoru can’t see him.

“Yeah,” he manages to choke out. “Yeah, you do. You know you do, asshole.”

Satoru smirks. “I know. I just wanted to hear it from you.”

What he sent is a front facing picture of Satoru laying in bed with his shirt off, and the angle is high enough so he can see the little white trail of hair that leads to his boxers, where a very prominent tent rests against the fabric.

“Is that…?” Suguru trails off, unsure of how to continue. “Have you been like that since I called?”

“Since before,” Satoru says. “I’ve been thinking about you too, you know.”

Suguru holds the phone closer to his face until his eyes hurt from the blue light. He wants to zoom in, but he doesn’t want to take his hand off his dick. Satoru looks so fucking good. Maybe it’s because Suguru misses him so badly, or maybe the slightly grainy texture of the photo built from the dark lighting of the room he’s in just makes Satoru seem more enticing than he really is.

But who is Suguru kidding. Satoru is fucking sexy no matter what. Almost unbearably so.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Suguru asks.

“I was waiting for you. I knew you would call if you really wanted it, and if you didn’t, then there was no point.”

“What if I did want it, but I just didn’t want to wake you?”

“Then you didn’t want it badly enough,” Satoru says. “Or maybe you just don’t know me well enough, because a call from you would never bother me.”

Suguru scoffs. “That’s sickeningly sweet.”

Satoru shrugs, a smile still playing across his face. He feels giddy talking to Suguru over the phone like this, almost like he’s still a teenager. “Well, I’m speaking with my dick right now,” he says.

Suguru rolls his eyes. “It’s not sweet anymore.”

“No, but it’s honest. What are you wearing?”

“Really?” Suguru lets out an incredulous laugh. “This is what you want to do? With me, right now?”

Satoru clicks his teeth. “Just answer the question.”

“Uh, okay.” Suguru instinctively roams his gaze over his physique, even though he already knows damn well what he has on. “A loose shirt. Black.”

“…That’s it?”

“Mm… socks. Also black.”

Satoru playfully whines. “Not fair. Let me see your feet.”

“Yeah, I’m hanging up.”

“If you hang up, you won’t be able to come until I get back,” Satoru says.

“The way you say that makes it seem like it’s up to you.”

“Isn’t it?”

Suguru goes quiet.

“Hm, Suguru?” Satoru keeps pressing. “Isn’t that why you called me? You have your hand on your dick right now, don’t you? Did you just wanna hear my voice, or do you want something more?”

Suguru lets out a shaky breath into the microphone. He doesn’t respond. Just the sound of Satoru’s voice, teasing him like this, has Suguru leaking at the tip, and he ticks his hips up into his fist, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth falling open at the low laughter that comes out through the speakers.

“Come on, Suguru,” Satoru practically purrs his name. “I can hear the way you’re breathing. Just talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“St- Stop,” Suguru stutters. “Stop fucking calling me that.”

“But you like it. That’s why you want me to stop, isn’t it?” Suguru hears a faint rustling from Satoru’s side of the phone. “How about this. I’ll touch myself too. But can you send me a picture? I wanna see your pretty face.”

Suguru shakes his head, but he finds himself opening the camera app regardless. He bites the inside of his cheek upon seeing how flustered he already looks, his face pink and his eyelids hanging low, hair messy where it curtains his face in long, dark strands. He quickly snaps a picture and sends it to Satoru, unable to think much about whether or not he actually looks good in it.

The sounds from Satoru’s line get louder, faster, upon receiving the picture. “Fuck,” he moans. “God, Suguru. You look so good. I missed that face of yours. You wanna know what I’m thinking right now?”

Suguru nods—again, feeling stupid as hell and dizzy with want. “Yes,” he says, once he realizes that Satoru still cannot see him. “Tell me.”

“I’d like to press my cock up against those lips. Rub it all over your face. Watch you try to put your mouth on it, but only slap it against your tongue when you think I’m gonna put it inside.”

Suguru lets out a soft whine, twisting his hand faster. Satoru’s words seems to caress him even from over the phone, his heavy breathing and rough, weary voice so close to his ear, almost as though he’s whispering directly to Suguru.

He keeps speaking, “I want to know what you look like on your knees for me. Looking up at me with those eyes of yours. Such pretty eyes… You know how many times I’ve came while thinking about that, Suguru?”

“No,” Suguru breathes out. “How many times?”

Satoru laughs, quiet and low. “I don’t actually know. I wasn’t counting.”

“I wish you were here,” Suguru starts talking without even thinking. If he wasn’t so fucking horny, he probably wouldn’t have let such a truth slip from his lips. “Want you. On me. Inside me. Satoru– Satoru, I want you so bad.”

He’s blabbering now, head rolling against the pillow from side to side as he fucks up into his fist, panting into the microphone.

“Are you fingering yourself?” Satoru asks, carefully, as if he doesn’t want to disturb Suguru’s pleasure.

“No,” Suguru says, but it comes out more like a whimper. “Should I? Do you want me to?”

“Yeah, baby. Do what I did to you the other day. You remember how good that felt?” Satoru’s voice is sweet, almost honeyed, as he talks Suguru through it. His tone is so encouraging, and more erotic than ever before.

“I’ve tried,” Suguru mutters. “But it felt so much better when you did it.”

Satoru can’t help the surge of pride that he feels upon hearing those words. Nobody can make Suguru feel as good as he can—not even Suguru himself. It’s something he never thought he’d be able to accomplish.

“Imagine that it’s me.”

“Mmh.” A little shiver, as Suguru thinks about the memory of what Satoru did to him. “Your fingers are longer than mine…”

That has Satoru cheesing like a dumbass. “Hah. You’re so cute.”

Suguru closes his eyes and groans. “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not,” Satoru says. “I swear, I’m not. I’m trying so fucking hard not to come right now.”

God, just the thought of Satoru jerking off at the same time as Suguru has him trembling. He lets go of his cock and bends his knees. His fingers are already slick from his pre-cum, so he presses one up against his rim and pushes it in, slowly.

“Okay,” Suguru says, before he lets out a long, drawn out exhale. “Okay.”

“You doing it?” Satoru asks.

A nod. “Yes.”

“Good,” he says, and Satoru’s hand on his cock gets faster. He closes his eyes, tries hard to imagine the position Suguru is in right now. “Fuck, I wish I could see that… Fucking yourself just for me. That’s so hot, Suguru.”

“Yeah,” Suguru breathes out. “Just for you.”

Satoru smiles. “Yeah?”

“Yes, yes,” Suguru snaps, but he’s too far gone to actually make himself sound mad. “Stop fucking with me, Satoru.”

A soft laugh, crawling out through the speakers and twisting inside Suguru’s ears, making his cock jerk where it’s sat, neglected and stiff, against his abdomen.

“I’m not fucking with you,” Satoru says. “Add another one.”

A quiet gasp leaves Suguru’s mouth when he slips another finger inside, listening closely to the sounds Satoru makes on the other end.

“Good job,” he coos. “You listen so well, you know that? I’ll keep talking you through it, as long as you keep being this good for me.”

Suguru’s eyebrows furrow in indignation. “Tch. Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not. I’m praising you.”

“I don’t need praise,” he says. “My name isn’t Gojo Satoru.”

Satoru throws his head back and laughs. “Hah! That’s a good one. Keep talking shit to me while you fuck yourself like the good boy you are.”

“Fucking– ugh.” Suguru feels himself cringe. “Stop that. That shit’s disgusting.”

“You don’t like it when I call you that?” Satoru teases. “But you’re such a good boy, Suguru.”

“I’m not a fucking dog.”

“You sure are panting like one, though,” Satoru counters.

“Okay, I’m hanging up,” Suguru says, although he doesn’t actually make any effort to do so.

“No, you’re not. Curl your fingers up toward your stomach.”

“I know how to find my prostate, I’m not an idiot.”

“Feisty. Maybe you’re a cat, actually.”

“Shut up,” Suguru moans. “You’re so… so annoying.”

“And you’re a fucking dream,” Satoru exhales. “If I was there right now, I’d put my mouth on you and I wouldn’t let go, even if you begged me to.”

“That’s–” Suguru wants to say that’s disgusting, or that’s fucked up, but truly, he wants it too. Perhaps even more than Satoru does. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah? Would you enjoy that?”

“Mm. I guess so. You– you’re good with your mouth,” Suguru says. “Good way to shut you up, too.”

“Yeah.” Satoru lets out a relaxed sigh. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Just shut me up any time you want, Suguru. With your dick or with your ass. Don’t care. Just pull your pants down and shove my face wherever you want me.”

A shaky breath leaves Suguru’s lips, his stomach caving in as he presses his fingers in deeper, and he whimpers against the microphone. “You’re sick in the head.”

“Are you imagining that it’s me fingering you?” Satoru asks. “How are you doing it? Fast or slow? How many fingers do you have inside you right now?”

“Too many questions, Satoru… I can’t think.” Suguru closes his eyes and enters another finger. “Mmh… Three.”

He hears Satoru’s breath hitch. “Three fingers? Oh, wow. Good job, baby… How’s it feel?”

Suguru’s words come out slurred when he responds, “Wish it was you, Satoru.”

“If it was me,” Satoru says, “I’d already be inside you.”

Suguru’s breathing gets faster at the sound of that, heavier, as he rubs the pads of his fingers against his prostate. He presses his lips together, muffling the whimper that almost escapes.

“Keep talking,” he begs. “I think I’m close.”

He takes his phone off his ear and puts it on speaker yet again so he can look at the picture Satoru sent him earlier. God, it’s embarrassing, but that stupid douchebag selfie turns him on so fucking bad.

“I’m looking at that picture you sent me,” Satoru suddenly says. “Is that weird? I’m literally jerking off to your face right now.”

Suguru lets out a shaky laugh of disbelief. “Are you serious? I’m actually doing the exact same thing.”

“Really?!” The pitch in Satoru’s voice gets higher when he says that, and his excitement leaks through the phone. “Oh my god. We’re so fucking stupid. Why don’t we just FaceTime?”

“Mmm. No. I like it better like this,” Suguru says. “It’s kind of hot.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel like a soldier, and this picture of my beautiful wife would be the only thing that gets me through the war. I’d keep it with me at all times. Sleep with it, eat with it. Hold it close to my heart while I’m dying on the battlefield.”

“You’re so dumb,” Suguru says, shaking his head.

Satoru just nods. “Well, that’s been established.”

Suguru puts the phone down next to him so he can use his other hand to jerk himself off.

“Tell me something,” Suguru says. “Anything. Nothing stupid, though. Just… talk to me.”

I just want to hear your voice, Suguru thinks, but he can’t find it within himself to admit something so fucking corny.

“Okay…” Satoru trails off as he wonders what exactly he should say. “Well, today was rough. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About your face. But mostly about how you sounded when you came, and how tightly you clenched down on my fingers. I want to fuck you in every possible way, Suguru. Watch you ride me, your hair falling over your shoulders, your pretty eyes looking down at me while you fuck yourself on my cock. God, you’d be so beautiful like that.”

He continues, “Next time we’re on a mission together, I wanna take you to a hotel just like this, fuck you from the back and see how quiet you can be for me until I have to cover your mouth.” Satoru pauses for a moment as his thighs tremble and he feels his dick start twitching in his palm. His voice is breathier when he says, “Lift you up, press your back against my chest while I bounce you up and down on my cock, listening to you whine beneath my hand… Fuck, Suguru, I’m so close.”

“You’ve thought about this a lot,” Suguru says, gasping with each movement of his fingers.

“Well, of course. Have you seen yourself? It’s not just me—anyone who’s right in the head would want to be with you.”

Those words make Suguru freeze. “…You want to be with me?”

Satoru hums. “Mm… I’d rather not have that conversation over the phone.”

“Okay,” Suguru says. He’s quiet for a moment, before he says, “I miss you.” But the words come out small, like he’s ashamed to admit it once again.

The way Suguru says it makes Satoru beam with both pride and affection. “I miss you too, baby. Miss your pretty face. I’ll hold you close to me next time I see you. Won’t let you go for a second.” Satoru’s voice leaves in tight whispers, and Suguru can tell he’s trying hard to hold himself back from coming too fast. “I want you to ride my face and come all over me. I won’t even touch myself, just wanna make you feel so good. Over and over again. You won’t have to worry about a thing when I’m there. Just use me. Anytime you want, anywhere you want.”

Suguru whimpers, his hips tilting up, fucking himself on his fingers and simultaneously thrusting his dick into his fist. “I’m close. Satoru, I’m so close.”

“Me too. Let me hear you. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you’re coming for me.”

Suguru comes with a loud whine, feeling embarrassed as both of his hands are occupied and he’s unable to cover his mouth. Satoru hears everything—from his broken moans to his heavy breathing when he’s coming down from his high. And Satoru finally lets himself go too, coming all over his fist to the thought of Suguru being all needy and desperate for him, fucking himself in his bed because he just can’t wait to feel Satoru’s cock inside of him.

“I’m glad I got you to start taking those pills,” Satoru finally says, after a long moment of silence. “Never thought it’d turn out like this, though.”

“You’re insufferable,” Suguru replies. But he lets himself indulge in a soft sigh, sleepy and relaxed as he rolls his head over to face the phone. “I’m tired now.”

“I’ve been tired this whole time. Thanks for keeping me up, by the way.”

Suguru snorts. “You’re welcome. Go to sleep, dumbass.”

“Mhm,” he mumbles. “Goodnight, Suguru.”

“…Goodnight, Satoru.”

It feels like an entire month has passed by the time Satoru comes back from his mission—but really, it’s only been a little over a week. Still, Suguru has been buzzing for days like it’s his first high school relationship. He’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to act around Satoru now that they’ve both established that they want to fuck each other.

But, that’s… normal. Or at least, that can be normal. Like, they’re both grown ass men. Having sex doesn’t necessarily mean anything if they don’t want it to.

But Suguru does want it to mean something. And he’s pretty sure Satoru does, too. Although he can’t pretend like it doesn’t feel strange that the only person who can seem to get him off these days is Gojo fucking Satoru out of all people.

Suguru finds Satoru in his bedroom, unpacking his suitcase. The door is already opened, but he knocks anyway, just to signal that he’s there.

Satoru looks up, a wide smile on his face upon seeing Suguru. “Well, hello there. Is that my beautiful wife?”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Nope. Just me.”

They gravitate toward each other as Suguru enters the room while Satoru simultaneously walks up to him. He reaches behind Suguru to close the door before he ends up caging him in between his tall, lean body and the wall behind him.

“I missed you,” Satoru speaks in a soft exhale. “Damn. You look so fucking good.”

“I look the same as I always do.”

Satoru nods. “Exactly.”

Suguru brings his fingers up to the back of Satoru’s head and tugs lightly at his blindfold. “Take it off,” he says, and the tone in his voice almost teeters on the edge of begging. “I’m not the only one here with pretty eyes.”

“Not as pretty as yours,” Satoru says.

“Pfft. Cliché. Corny. Just take off the damn blindfold, Satoru.”

Satoru lifts it up at one corner first, revealing the blue iris that stays hidden beneath the fabric. He smiles, and it’s all teeth, before he fully removes the blindfold and looks down at Suguru.

“Happy?” he says.

Suguru nods. He cradles Satoru’s head and traces his cheekbone with his thumb, moving small circles over his smooth skin. Satoru’s smile closes and becomes much softer now, as Suguru tilts his head up and brushes their lips together, ever so slightly.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Satoru mumbles, the words hitting Suguru’s lips in soft breaths.

Again, Suguru just nods.

Satoru hums playfully. “You gotta ask nicely, baby…”

Suguru doesn’t even roll his eyes this time. He simply presses his body forward and fits their lips together in a kiss that’s much gentler than he initially anticipated. Satoru kisses him back slowly, but deep, as he eventually parts his lips and licks into Suguru’s mouth.

The first touch of their tongues is what turns the unhurried kiss into something a lot more desperate. Satoru pulls Suguru close by the waist, pressing him up against his torso, while his hands wander up and down Suguru’s sides. They reach around toward his back, down over the swell of his ass, and he cups them with both hands while trying his best to push Suguru’s groin impossibly closer to his own.

He pulls away just enough to whisper against Suguru’s lips, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Do you even know?”

Suguru’s breath stutters as Satoru continues to knead the flesh over his ass, fingers teasingly following up the crack. He can hardly even think when Satoru touches him like this.

“I missed you too,” Suguru says, once his brain catches up and realizes that he never said it back earlier. “And you look… the same as you always do, too.”

Satoru just chuckles. “Super sexy, then?”

Suguru shrugs, a smile playing on his lips. God, he feels dizzy. His whole body is reacting to Satoru’s hands roaming over him, sneaking underneath his shirt and smoothing the skin over his abdomen.

“I’ve been looking at that picture you sent me for days now,” Satoru admits. “It’s the only thing that kept me going. The only thing I’ve been jerking off to.”

That makes Suguru laugh. “Here you go again.”

“I’m serious. God, Suguru, I…” He trails off. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to say this right now. Or ever. I don’t know how to say it, either. Or… or if I even should say it.”

“You’re rambling. Just spit it out, Satoru.”

“I want you,” he says, the words rushed and desperate. “I know I said it doesn’t have to mean anything. And it still doesn’t have to. I swear, it doesn’t. But… like… does it? I mean—to you—does it mean something?”

Suguru shakes his head, and he can’t help the small smile that threatens to shape his lips. “You’re such an idiot.”

Satoru knows what that means, coming from Suguru. He wraps his arms around Suguru’s waist and hugs his body flush to his own chest, burying his face in his hair. Suguru smells of sandalwood and something that’s faintly floral.

“My Satoru is being unusually sweet today,” Suguru murmurs, bringing his hands around to Satoru’s back, rubbing up and down. “Are you feeling okay?”

Satoru hides his smile in Suguru’s hair. My Satoru.

He nods. “I’m okay,” he says. “I’ll be better if you take your clothes off and come to bed with me.”

Suguru pushes Satoru backward and walks him across the room until he falls over onto the mattress, climbing on top of him and muffling his laugh by connecting their lips once again. Satoru’s hands find their way back to Suguru’s ass and pushes him against the growing bulge in his pants, his hips ticking up and grinding against the cleft of Suguru’s ass.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I kind of love it when you take control.”

“As if we’ve been doing this long enough for you to even have a preference,” Suguru says after he pulls away from the kiss.

Satoru is laid out beneath him, gazing up at him with a dumb grin on his face, a pink flush laid out across his cheeks. He’s so cute like that, looking like a lovesick puppy. Suguru basks in his raw show of adoration.

He shrugs. “I just like seeing you take what’s yours.”

“Are you mine now, Satoru?” Suguru says, and he moves his hips around in circles, watching as Satoru relaxes his entire body, feeling his fingers flex where they’re gripping his ass. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“I always have been,” he replies. “It’s about time you noticed.”

Suguru leans down and presses a kiss to Satoru’s neck, trailing his lips down until they reach his collarbone, where it’s exposed just slightly underneath his shirt.

“Stupid,” he mumbles against his skin. “So stupid. You’re the Six Eyes. The strongest. You shouldn’t be afraid of asking for what you want.”

“I got there eventually, didn’t I?”

“Mhm. Took you long enough.”

Suguru pulls back so he can remove his own shirt, then tugs at the hem of Satoru’s shirt until he lifts his arms up and lets Suguru take it off. He marvels at the muscles on Satoru’s abdomen, fingers tracing over each ridge of his body, firm from years of training and fighting. Satoru is beautiful, and Suguru tries his best to express it when he presses kisses below his navel, brushing his lips against the hair that leads down to his pants.

“Suguru,” Satoru breathes out. “Please.”

He looks up at Satoru. “Please what?”

“Will you ride it?” he says. “For me?”

Suguru lets out a soft chuckle, moving down lower until his face is positioned directly above Satoru’s clothed cock.

“Don’t you want me to suck it first?” he asks.

Satoru throws his head back with a long exhale. “Fuck yes,” he says. “You don’t even know how badly I want that.”

The grin still plays on Suguru’s lips as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants, pulling them down, along with his underwear. Satoru’s cock bounces up and nearly hits Suguru in the face.

“Almost forgot how big it was,” Suguru mumbles.

“You can take it,” Satoru says.

Satoru grips the base of his cock and presses the tip up against Suguru’s lips, spreading pre-cum over his mouth and his chin. Suguru licks his lips, tasting the concentrated flavor of Satoru’s desperation—salty and dizzying.

“Stick out your tongue,” Satoru whispers, and Suguru does exactly as he asks. “Just like that. Fuck.”

He slaps the head of his cock against Suguru’s tongue a few times, as Suguru looks up at him through his lashes, his purple eyes doing absolutely nothing to hide just how badly he wants this.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Satoru says, and it almost comes out as a whimper. “I’m so fucking gone for you, Suguru. You could kill me right now and I’d just let it happen.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Suguru says, before he opens his mouth around Satoru’s cock and sinks down, relishing in the surprised moan that Satoru lets out.

He takes his time sucking Satoru off, wanting to put on a show, something pretty for Satoru to remember the next time they’ll have to be apart. He delights in the way that Satoru looks down at him, his face impossibly pink as he bites his lip, unable to keep his eyes off of the way his dick disappears in and out of Suguru’s mouth.

“So pretty,” he whispers. “Taking me so well.”

Suguru closes his eyes and hums low in his chest from the compliment, taking Satoru deeper, choking a little when he hits the back of his throat.

“That’s good,” Satoru says, and he brings his hand up to Suguru’s hair and grips it gently. “Take it all. Get it nice and wet for me, Suguru.”

As he quickens his pace, Suguru moans around Satoru’s cock, while he takes the chance to grope at his thighs, squeezing and kneading the firm muscles, feeling Satoru tremble beneath his touch.

“Fuck… You really missed me, didn’t you?” Satoru murmurs. “I missed you too, baby. Missed you so fucking much. That’s right.. suck it, just like that.”

Satoru slowly begins to lose control, canting his hips up and thrusting his cock deeper into Suguru’s mouth. He moans, breathless as he stares down at Suguru with knitted eyebrows, feeling dazed, like he’s in a dream.

He tugs at the hair on the back of Suguru’s head, and Suguru pulls off with spit-slicked lips and watery eyes. Satoru uses his thumb to brush away a tear that dares to spill out from the corner, struggling to catch his breath as he stares down at such a beautiful sight.

“Get on top of me,” Satoru says. “Let me make you feel so good, Suguru.”

Suguru rids himself of the rest of his clothes until they’re both fully naked, before he straddles Satoru, their cocks rubbing up together in such a way that reminds him of the last time they did this. Satoru takes his time prepping Suguru, his fingers stretching him out while Suguru buries his face in Satoru’s shoulder, letting out muffled whines and mewls as his hips circle around the pads of Satoru’s fingers, fucking himself back onto the digits. It’s the most gorgeous sight Satoru has ever seen in his entire life.

With the help of Satoru, Suguru carefully lines up the head of his cock to his rim and lowers his body down, filling himself up slowly, gradually spreading open to make room for Satoru.

“Fuck,” Suguru whimpers. “You’re big.”

“You got this,” Satoru murmurs, using his palms to rub at his sides. “You’re strong. You can take it.”

“Fucking splitting me in half…” he mutters.

“But aren’t you just taking it so well?” Satoru teases, and Suguru lightly slaps him on the chest.

“Shut the hell up,” he says, but it comes out as a whine.

Satoru helps guide Suguru down, murmuring sweet words as he peppers kisses across his chest.

“I’m glad I’m the only one who’s able to help you,” he says. “I don’t want anybody else having you like this, Suguru.”

“Trust me,” Suguru chokes out, “I can’t even make myself come like you do. Not since I started taking those damn pills, anyway.”

“Last part wasn’t needed,” Satoru says. “But… good. It should only be me. Not even yourself. It’s not right to make you do it alone—not when you have me now.”

Suguru carefully starts up a rhythm, gyrating his hips back and forth, letting out soft, dulcet moans that bless Satoru’s ears.

“You’ll let me have it whenever I want?” Suguru asks, his voice already breathy.

Satoru nods, looking up at Suguru with a sincere expression, eyes that are open and honest. “It’s yours, baby. Nobody else’s.”

Suguru looks back down at him, and his expression is something that Satoru can’t quite label with words. It’s something like a challenge, yet almost possessive in nature.

“Not even yours?” he says.

“Not even mine,” Satoru agrees. “Look at you… Fucking yourself on it like it’s what you were made for. So fucking perfect– you look so beautiful like that, Suguru.”

“Hah,” Suguru moans, working himself up and down faster at the sound of Satoru’s praise, using his shoulders as leverage, fingernails digging into bare skin. “…Flatterer.”

“No. It’s the truth,” Satoru whispers. “God… Take it, baby. Take it all. Focus on yourself. Don’t even think about me.”

“You want me to treat you like a dildo,” Suguru says, and it’s supposed to be a question, but it doesn’t have the inflection of one.

Satoru whines at the sound of that, nodding eagerly. “Yes,” he says. “Fuck. Yes, Suguru. Use me… however you want. There’s nothing else I’ve wanted more in my life.”

“Doesn’t matter what you want,” Suguru says. “I’ll just take it, right?”

Another nod, his excitement barely concealed, delighted in the fact that Suguru is playing along with his little game. “Yes,” he breathes out. “Yes, yes. That’s right. Fuck, Suguru, keep going– keep fucking yourself until you come. My angel. My god, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” Suguru says, and he lets out a moan, burying his face in Satoru’s hair as he bounces himself up and down, his own cock slapping against his abdomen with each movement. “Fuck, that feels good… Shit, Satoru…”

Satoru’s dick hits him in all of the spots that his fingers can’t reach, stretching him open in just the right way. Suguru’s mouth falls open when Satoru steadies his grip around his waist and thrusts up once, twice. Then, realizing that Suguru isn’t stopping him, Satoru goes harder, rougher, fucking up into him and pulling Suguru’s body down in rhythm with the motions of his hips.

“S- Slow down,” Suguru gasps. “Satoru–”

Satoru doesn’t respond, just presses little kisses and bites along Suguru’s chest. He hardly even notices he’s doing it as he leaves marks all over him, nipping and sucking at his skin until it turns various shades of red and purple.

“Satoru!” Suguru yelps when Satoru sinks his teeth into his neck. He immediately licks over the bite mark, soothing the skin, covering his throat in tiny kisses.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, then latches his mouth onto a spot beneath Suguru’s ear and sucks hard, trying to bring his blood to the surface, and rightfully claim Suguru as his own. “You feel so fucking good. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“You’re a sick fuck…”

Satoru laughs, breathy and soft. “Yeah,” he says. “I probably am.”

“Just… don’t stop,” Suguru pleads.

“Never,” Satoru says. “I’ll give it to you all night long, if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah?” Suguru lets himself smile, panting heavily as he leans in and presses his forehead against Satoru’s. “All night?”

Satoru nods. “Yeah, baby. And you’ll just take it, won’t you?”

“Mhm.” Suguru licks lightly across Satoru’s lips, teasing him, giving nothing more than just a light peck. “I will. You’re so good to me, Satoru…”

Suguru rewards him with a real kiss this time, and Satoru responds in kind, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his tongue past Suguru’s lips, kissing him open-mouthed and wet. Suguru’s moans are muffled, and Satoru swallows them down hungrily. It’s music to his ears, the way he whines so sweetly for Satoru, trembling where he’s sat on top of his cock.

He pulls away, a string of spit connecting them together, and Suguru just barely manages to say, “I’m close.”

Satoru only nods, keeping at the same pace until tears prick Suguru’s eyes, and his moans gradually get more hoarse. Satoru sits up a little in the bed, holding Suguru tightly in his arms as he balances himself on his knees and fucks up into him steadily, hips slamming against Suguru’s ass with force.

“Holy shit,” Suguru hiccups as he speaks, clutching onto Satoru with a vice grip, eyes wide as he feels himself bouncing up and down on his cock. “Holy shit– Satoru…”

“Hold on tight, baby,” Satoru murmurs. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He forgets completely about letting Suguru take control as he becomes enraptured by the tight heat wrapped around his cock, the way that Suguru cries out with each thrust, how his cock slaps against his belly, hard and warm and leaking pre-cum. It doesn’t take long before Suguru eventually falls apart, coming all over Satoru’s chest with a broken sob. And Suguru is fucking divine like that—the way his hair spills over his shoulders, his long eyelashes shadowing his perfect face, lips parted to let out the prettiest sounds.

Satoru comes while he stares up at Suguru, on his knees like he’s worshipping at the alter. And it feels like deja vu with how he did nearly the exact same thing for many nights alone—just jerking off to the picture that Suguru sent him, thinking of nothing but Suguru himself. Only this time, it’s so much fucking better.

Because this time, he has him. For good. Suguru is on top of him, forever, and Satoru can kiss him, hold him close, inhale his scent, and trail kisses all over his figure whenever he wants.

It’s dark outside by the time they’re finally done. Suguru lays his head on Satoru’s chest, his nose brushing against the hollow of his throat. They’re both sweaty and exhausted, but Satoru holds Suguru close to his body anyway. He thinks this might be the longest he’s gone without his Infinity. It’s just him and Suguru in this moment. Nobody else.

“How will I be able to survive the next time we’re apart?” Suguru mumbles into Satoru’s neck.

His hair is messy as Satoru cards his fingers through the dark strands and admires the bruises he left behind on his chest and his throat, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. Damn, he’s going to be so annoying about this man from now on. Their friends will be fucking sick to death of them.

“I’ll get you a dildo,” Satoru says. “That way you can fuck yourself while we call, and you can pretend that it’s me inside you.”

“Pfft. I already have a dildo.”

“You do?” Satoru frowns. “Well, what the hell, Suguru? Why haven’t you been using it?”

“I just did,” Suguru says. He traces his finger up and down Satoru’s abdomen lazily. “Came like four times. And it’s custom-made. But if only I could figure out how to remove the damn stupid talking feature that it came with.”

“You are such an asshole.”

He nuzzles his face deeper into Satoru’s neck and sighs. “You love that about me.”

Satoru nods. “I do,” he says. “I really do.”

After a moment of silence, Satoru speaks up again. Quietly, not wanting to disturb Suguru’s comfort, he whispers, “Hey. Are you asleep?”

Suguru lets out a soft grunt. “Not yet.”

“I just wanted to say I’m proud of you. For taking the meds, I mean. I know you didn’t want to do it.”

“Mm.” Suguru sighs sleepily. “I did it for you, Satoru.”

“I know,” Satoru says. “And I’m really glad you did. But hopefully it can get to a point where you’re taking them for yourself, instead.”

Suguru doesn’t respond to that. He just holds onto Satoru tighter. But eventually, he lets a tired grin make its way onto his face, the expression tucked away against the skin of Satoru’s neck.