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The lake appears to have stars in it with the way that the moonlight bounces off the soft ripples that each gentle breeze creates. Similar to Satoru’s eyes, which seem to glow when he stares at Suguru, his blindfold abandoned somewhere in the grass behind him, with a still-full beer bottle clutched loosely in his hand. Suguru almost forgets that Shoko is even there until she comes up behind him and tugs at his hair, and his whole body jerks, staring up at her with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Asshole,” he mutters, and she just laughs around the cigarette in her mouth, hands him another beer, and sits down on the ground.
“Just keeping you on your toes. You looked lost for a minute there,” she says, a knowing look on her face.
“Hmm.”
Suguru doesn’t say anything in response next to his hum, and stares back out into the lake as the light breeze combs through his hair. He puts his beer down so he can rest his hands behind him and lean back, the blades of grass caught between each of his fingers. Puffs of smoke from Shoko’s cigarette curl through the air, the faint scent permeating the atmosphere surrounding them, but it’s a smell that Suguru doesn’t mind. He associates it with Shoko, and if anything, it’s a familiar scent that he welcomes with a slight feeling of affection.
“It’s getting cold,” Shoko says. She checks her phone. “And late.”
“Shoko wants to leave,” Satoru quips. “Can’t hack it? Man, I remember when you used to be able to stay up later than any of us.”
Shoko clicks her teeth, absentmindedly flicking the ash off her cigarette. “It’s not me I’m worried about.” She tips her chin up toward Suguru. “Look at Geto. His eyes are closed already.”
Suguru waves her off. “Damn, why can’t I just be relaxed? You guys are just jealous of my meditative nature.”
“Hey, I didn’t say anything,” Satoru says. He leans back a little too, putting his hands behind him, and his fingers are now dangerously close to Suguru’s. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Suguru.”
Suguru cracks one of his eyes open. “You haven’t even touched your beer,” he points out.
A shrug. “Don’t like beer. You can have it, if you want.”
“I’ll take it,” Shoko immediately says, and she leans over to grab the beer. She pauses before she touches it to her lips. “Wait. You didn’t put your mouth on it, did you?”
Satoru scoffs. “So what if I did? You’ll bum a cigarette off of a stranger, but you won’t share a beer with your best friend?”
“Where’s my best friend?” she says, and she whips her head around, as if looking for whoever Satoru is talking about. “I don’t see anyone here.”
Suguru laughs, and Satoru rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t drink any of it,” Satoru says. “Asshole.”
Shoko smiles and tilts the bottle up as a sign of thanks, before she takes a small sip of the beer. For a moment, Suguru’s eyes land on Satoru, who’s turned away, watching the reflection of the moon over the lake. The short strands of his hair flow behind him from the wind, and Suguru finds himself smiling, despite everything.
After a brief moment of silence, Satoru’s hand inches closer toward Suguru’s. Suguru doesn’t say anything, but he can feel the subtle movement in the grass, and he can just barely see the way Satoru’s lips curl up into a small grin. God, he just can’t help himself, can he? Closer, and even closer, until the tip of his pinky finger is touching Suguru’s hand, brushing against it ever so slightly.
Satoru lets out a sigh—much too performative to ever come across as casual, but Shoko doesn’t say anything—and leans back further, shifting his hand until his and Suguru’s pinkies are intertwined. It’s stupid, and perhaps a little juvenile, but Suguru feels his heart kick up a beat from even just the smallest touch that Satoru gives him.
There’s truly no need for them to be so secretive. Shoko knows—of course she does, even if neither of them have said anything to her about it. She always knows. In fact, she knew before it had even happened. That’s how obvious Satoru is, and admittedly, Suguru might not be as subtle as he thinks he is, either. Still, Suguru doesn’t say a word, nor does Satoru, when Satoru places his hand fully over the top of Suguru’s, and starts stroking it softly. Suguru lets out a quiet breath, and Satoru cranes his neck back towards him just enough so that he can see the bright, gleaming smile on his face, blue eyes squinting underneath the weight of his expression, and little dimples in the hollows of his cheeks. He’s unbelievably gorgeous, especially under this moonlight.
And Suguru loves Shoko, he really does, but also, he kind of wishes that him and Satoru were alone at the moment. He has the sudden urge to pounce on him. Something about the nighttime, and the lake, and perhaps the slightest buzz from the beer has Suguru feeling dizzy with want, damn near lovesick as he can’t keep his fucking eyes off of Satoru. He’s just so pretty. Suguru spots a lightning bug hovering around Satoru’s hair, blinking every so often, as if signaling to Suguru that yes, this is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. Satoru’s palm is warm where it rests atop Suguru’s hand, and Suguru shifts a little where he’s sat, feeling restless all of a sudden.
Satoru’s voice cuts through the silence of the night when he says, “I want to swim. Do you guys want to swim with me?”
Shoko shakes her head. “Hell no. The water is probably freezing. And I really don’t want to get my clothes wet.”
“So take them off,” Satoru says, and Shoko grimaces.
“You’re disgusting.”
Satoru shrugs. “Well, I’m gonna go swim. And I’m taking my clothes off, too. Wanna stick around and watch?”
“Gojo, don’t,” Shoko says. “Nobody wants to see your bare ass.”
Satoru sticks his tongue out at her. Suguru just sits back and observes as the two of them bicker like children, with a soft smile on his face. The warmth from Satoru’s hand disappears abruptly when he stands up and lifts his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the grass. Shoko groans, but there’s an undertone of amusement somewhere in there.
“You’re so vain,” she says. “If you wanted me to leave, you could have just said that.”
“Well, apparently you have other friends, right? Better than us, even?” Satoru teases. His hands lower down to his pants, where he tucks his fingers underneath the waistband and pulls them down, revealing his legs, muscular and toned thighs that look like ivory in the dark of the night. His voice lilts into a singsong when he says, “The underwear is coming off next, Shoko…”
“Underwear before socks?” Suguru says, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. “Something you’re hiding, Satoru?”
“Suguru, baby, you know I charge extra for my toes. Come on,” Satoru says. “This is VIP shit.”
Suguru hums. “Well, I’m sure they’re a sight. Freakishly tall people always have the weirdest feet.”
Satoru shoots him a glare. “I’m not freakishly tall. I’m handsomely tall. You’re just mad because you have to lift your head up when you talk to me.”
Shoko lets out a dramatic grunt as she stands up, brushing the dirt off from the back of her pants. “Alright, I can take a hint,” she says. “I’m leaving.”
A small pout shapes Satoru’s lips. “Aww, what? Whyyy? Stay.”
“I’m not staying just so I can watch you two flirt.”
“Flirt?” Suguru splutters a bit. “We’re not– Shoko, this is not flirting.”
Shoko looks between the two of them with something that looks like judgment written on her face. “Yeah,” she says. “You’re both idiots.”
“We’re not–” Suguru tries again, but Shoko cuts him off.
“Jesus, Gojo, you couldn’t have waited until I was gone?”
Turning his gaze over to Satoru, Suguru watches as he strips himself of his underwear and his socks, before he runs out into the lake, the water splashing behind him as the image of his naked body gets smaller and smaller in their field of view. Suguru can hear his laughter carrying out, and a soft smile makes its way onto his face at the childish display—Satoru is completely genuine, unlike the facade that he usually puts on, Suguru can see how the frame of his body has actually loosened up, and he can hear the subtle difference in his laughs. Although he can’t see Satoru’s face from this angle, he knows it’s lit up with joy. Even Shoko can’t hide the way her lips curve up, and she rolls her eyes a little while she’s gathering her things, before looking over at Suguru with intention.
“Have fun,” is all she says, but the two words carry a heavy meaning. She knows, is all Suguru can think.
Although, at this point, it doesn’t even matter.
“Suguru!” Satoru calls out. “Are you coming? The water feels great!”
Suguru doesn’t respond, but he starts to shed himself of his clothing, which earns an excited yelp from Satoru. He folds his clothes neatly next to the messy pile that Satoru had made, and makes his way over to the lake, feeling the grass between his toes, tickling at the soles of his feet. Shoko was right—it is cold, and Suguru can feel it everywhere, specifically on his nipples, where they harden in response to the air surrounding him. The water cradles his body, higher and higher up his torso the deeper that Suguru steps into the lake. His stomach caves in, as if running away from the cold water, and he grits his teeth, hissing softly. Satoru is further away than he thought, and he has to swim a little before he’s able to catch up with him.
“What’d I say? It feels amazing,” Satoru says, that same smile still on his face. Then, his eyes soften upon seeing Suguru’s entire body tensing up. “Aww, are you cold? You’re shivering… Come here, baby.”
An unwanted blush makes its way onto Suguru’s face at the petname—baby—and the way that Satoru invites Suguru into his arms. Water is clinging to his skin, and yet he still brings warmth with how he rubs his palms over Suguru’s back, and Suguru can feel his chest expanding with each soft breath that Satoru takes.
“It’s so nice out here,” Satoru murmurs. “You look beautiful, you know.”
“It’s fucking freezing,” Suguru barely manages to choke out.
“I’ll warm you up.” One of Satoru’s hands makes its way over to Suguru’s hair and starts gently undoing the bun at the top of his head. “Let your hair down. God, you’re gorgeous.”
Suguru looks up at him, his chin resting on Satoru’s sternum, and allows Satoru to take the hair tie off, black strands of hair falling down around his face and over his eyes. Satoru grins and moves one of them back behind Suguru’s ear so he’s able to see.
“There you are,” he says. “Look at you… It’s like you belong here. This lake, and the moon… They were made just for you, Suguru.”
Suguru rolls his eyes, and hides his face in Satoru’s chest. “Corny,” he mumbles.
He feels himself being lifted up by Satoru’s strong arms, the water splashing around them as Suguru instinctively wraps his legs around Satoru’s waist, and Satoru lets out a loud laugh—triumphant and hearty, his teeth showing with the wide grin on his face, dimples bored into the hollows of his cheeks. Suguru can’t help but smile, and Satoru leans up to give him a kiss, teeth clashing and giggles muffled by the joy that seeps through each touch.
“I love you, you know,” Satoru mumbles, and his fingers squeeze where they’re gripping Suguru’s thighs. “It’s like you’re weightless right now. I could carry you forever.”
“You’re so stupid,” Suguru says, and Satoru just continues looking up at him, the smile never fading from his face.
Satoru says that the moon was made for Suguru, and Suguru thinks that’s incredibly ironic when Satoru is the one whose irises are catching the moonlight like he has aquamarine and turquoise stuck inside his eyes. His hair is a little wet from the splashing of the lake, and small droplets of water run down his neck, over toward his broad shoulders, and his biceps that flex as he grips Suguru sturdily. Suguru has never felt so secure in someone else’s arms before.
The wide smile on Satoru’s face relaxes itself into something more fond, more intimate, as his eyes travel all across Suguru’s features. He dips his head down and buries his face between Suguru’s pecks, noses at the line of his sternum, pressing soft kisses along his skin. His mouth trails over to one of Suguru’s nipples, where he teases it with another kiss, brushing his lips against the sensitive bud, already hard from the cold air that surrounds them.
“Ah,” Suguru mewls, before Satoru’s tongue darts out and circles around Suguru’s nipple slowly. “Satoru… It’s… sensitive.”
Satoru doesn’t respond—he latches onto Suguru’s nipple and sucks lightly, humming against his chest when Suguru lets out a soft moan, his fingers finding their way to Satoru’s hair and tangling at the nape of his neck. Suguru ticks his hips up on instinct, rubbing himself against Satoru’s firm torso, slick already starting to accumulate between his thighs.
“H- Hah– Satoru… You know I can’t handle it when you do that,” Suguru whines, and Satoru just chuckles softly.
He pops off of Suguru’s nipple and looks back up at him, lips wet, eyes wide with affection, and something else that seems a bit more devious. Suguru exhales a shaky breath, feeling Satoru’s grip around his legs tighten, before he suddenly feels himself plunging down. Water engulfs his face and the top half of his body instantly, Satoru’s arms still holding him safely, as Suguru lets out a gurgled yelp of surprise. He’s surfacing back up above the water before he even realizes what’s happening, breathing heavily, his hair sopping wet and dripping down his neck.
“Satoru!” he yells, and slaps him lightly across the face, while Satoru just laughs and shakes the water out of his own hair like a dog.
“You’re so pretty like this, Suguru,” he says, and then he dips Suguru down again, but this time he leaves him floating just on the surface of the water, his hair flowing around him like droplets of black ink. His palms find Suguru’s back to hold him steady, and Suguru allows himself to relax in Satoru’s grip. “God, just look at you… You’re not even fucking real. You’re like… a siren. Or something.”
“Shut up,” Suguru says, but there’s a smile on his face. “You’re an idiot.”
“For you,” Satoru says. “I’m so fucking stupid for you, Suguru.”
Suguru’s heart picks up speed upon hearing those words leave Satoru’s mouth. They’re so genuine, so sincere, and the way Satoru looks at him, it’s as if Suguru created this lake, as well as the moon that sits above it, reflecting off of the surface of the water. Satoru looks smitten, and Suguru hopes he returns that look, with a blush on his face, sitting beneath the weight of Satoru’s admiration. It’s heavy, but the compression feels welcome, instead of suffocating. Satoru spins Suguru around like that for a moment, gently wading him through the water, and Suguru looks up at the sky, in awe of how beautiful it is outside of the city, where there’s no streetlights around to pollute the image of the stars.
“Come here, baby,” Satoru murmurs, before he pulls Suguru back up, and locks their lips together.
Suguru drapes his arms around Satoru’s neck and kisses him deeply, licking into his mouth and letting out a soft sigh when Satoru’s hands shift from his legs over to his ass. They cup him with a firm grip, fingers squeezing over the soft flesh as Satoru’s tongue slides alongside Suguru’s. When Suguru opens his mouth and allows a needy whine to escape his lips, the kiss quickly turns from gentle to heated, and Satoru rocks his hips up against Suguru’s ass, deepening the kiss while Suguru feels Satoru start to harden beneath him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Satoru mumbles against Suguru’s lips. “I wanna take you right here, Suguru. What do you think?”
“We’re practically in public, Satoru…”
“So what?” Satoru breathes out, impatient and excited. “I want you. Do you feel me?”
He ticks his hips back up, grinding his cock into the cleft of Suguru’s ass, and Suguru lets out an embarrassed whine, nodding his head at Satoru’s question.
“I feel you too,” Satoru whispers. “You’re so wet for me already. Let me worship you, Suguru… God, I wanna taste you so bad.”
“Satoru,” Suguru stutters, his fingers gripping Satoru’s shoulders tightly. “You know I’m on my period…”
“So what?” Satoru repeats, again, burying his face in Suguru’s neck and inhaling his scent. “I don’t care if you don’t care. I’ll lay you down right there on the grass and eat you out for hours.”
Suguru can’t help himself. It’s always a yes when Satoru is practically begging to put his mouth on him. Suguru wants it just as badly—he’s been thinking about it all night, warm and giddy since that first hidden touch of Satoru’s pinky to his own hand.
Satoru slowly swims them both back to the shore, and lays Suguru down on the grass, while still keeping himself halfway in the lake, on his knees with water trailing down his abdomen in thin rivulets. Suguru allows Satoru to spread his legs, hiking them up over his shoulders, where he presses a kiss to his calf, lips brushing against the wet skin. He trails them up higher, to Suguru’s ankle, kissing and nipping lightly, until Suguru unwittingly lets out a soft giggle at the featherlight strokes of Satoru’s lips. He can feel Satoru smile against his leg.
“You’re so cute,” he says.
“Tickles,” Suguru mumbles in response.
He leaves his foot alone and crawls back up Suguru’s body, leaving kiss after kiss upon his soft thighs, damp from the lake, shivering from both the cold and Satoru’s touch. Suguru gasps, twitching a little when Satoru’s breath ghosts over the front of his pussy, and he looks up at Suguru with halflidded eyes, and an expression like Suguru is somehow still the most beautiful thing, even in an environment where beauty is abundant.
“Let me have you,” Satoru whispers. “Just for tonight… pretend like nothing in this world matters, and let me take care of you, baby.”
Suguru breathes out slowly, then nods, watching as Satoru spreads his legs further and hooks both of his arms over Suguru’s thighs, pulling him closer, until the bottom of his ass is being softly tickled by the occasional wave of water that moves with the gentle breeze of the night. Satoru turns his head to the side and mouths at Suguru’s inner thigh, tasting the combined flavor of his skin and the lake, salt and warmth landing on his palate with each swipe of his tongue.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Satoru murmurs, his fingers flexing around Suguru’s legs, moving his face over to his other leg and continuing his caresses—open mouthed kisses pressed all along his inner thigh, closer and closer to where he’s aching the most, but never quite giving Suguru what he wants. “You looked happy. I love seeing you like that.”
Absent-mindedly, Suguru bites at the side of his hand and nods, staring down at Satoru. The moonlight behind him creates a sort of halo-like illusion with the whites of his hair, shadowing his figure and making his skin look almost blue. Satoru hums, and sinks his teeth into the flesh of Suguru’s thigh—shallow, just enough so that Suguru gasps from the pressure. He smiles at his reaction.
“I’m so glad, baby. I had fun too… But I can’t lie, I’ve been waiting to get you alone. Haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Suguru whispers, because he has, and because the way Satoru teases him—even when they’re with their friends—makes Suguru feel like he’s going fucking crazy. “Satoru, please…”
He takes one hand off of Suguru’s thigh so he can bring it over to the front of his groin and trail his thumb up and down his slit, watching the way Suguru trembles, how his stomach caves in, and he gasps quietly. Satoru circles the pad of his finger over Suguru’s clit, softly and almost teasingly, before he leans down and presses a kiss to it, his lips already getting wet with Suguru’s desperation.
“You’re shaking, sweet thing,” Satoru says, a sort of sadistic delight laced in that honeyed tone of his. “Are you still cold?”
Suguru shakes his head, his teeth still biting down on the side of his hand, little whines and whimpers muffled the more that Satoru breathes all hot and heavy over his pussy.
“You’re not cold?” Satoru says. “…Are you really just that desperate, then?”
“Satoru,” Suguru breathes out. “Fuck, Satoru, please…”
“You don’t need to beg, pretty. I’ll take care of my baby. You know that I always do.”
When Satoru finally wraps his lips around Suguru’s aching clit, Suguru lets out a sigh of relief, tipping his head back against the grass and letting his hand fall out of his mouth so that he can curl his fingers into Satoru’s hair.
“Yes,” he breathes out. Then, he whimpers when Satoru starts sucking lightly, and his grip on his head tightens. “Fuck, Satoru… Like that…”
Suguru moans, ticking his hips up when Satoru’s tongue darts out, licking along his folds, tasting the mixture of blood and slick that forms at the center of his cunt. Satoru groans and pushes his tongue in further, chasing the flavor, searching for more of Suguru’s blood, more of anything he can get from him. His eyes flutter shut when Suguru’s thighs close around his head, and he starts to rub himself over Satoru’s face, grinding his clit into the bridge of Satoru’s nose. Suguru holds onto the hair on the back of Satoru’s head and uses Satoru’s mouth like that, pretty sounds escaping his own soft lips, hips stuttering back and forth over Satoru’s tongue.
“Ah– shit,” Suguru whimpers, his thighs trembling, when he suddenly feels Satoru’s fingers squeeze over his legs, almost like a warning. His eyes fly back open and he looks down at Satoru, who removes himself from between Suguru’s thighs and tilts his head up, staring right at him. “S- Sorry… I’m sorry, Satoru–”
“Don’t,” Satoru says, and his voice is unusually rough. Suguru’s blood paints the bottom half of his face—all over his chin and his lips. His eyelids hang low and heavy, and his grip on Suguru’s body is possessive. “Don’t say sorry. You did nothing wrong, Suguru. I want you to fuck my face.”
At the sound of those words, Suguru’s exhale comes out shaky. “You…”
Satoru licks his lips, and the blood on his skin looks almost black in the moonlight. Suguru has seen Satoru with blood on his face many times before, but not like this. It was always a result of something violent—usually after a fight with a cursed spirit. And he certainly has never seen his own blood on Satoru’s face before. It’s strangely beautiful, and surreal, especially with the sharp look in Satoru’s eyes, like now that he’s gotten a taste of Suguru’s blood, he won’t ever let him leave. Possessive and dangerous.
“Fuck my face,” Satoru repeats. “Please. Don’t hold your body back from doing what it wants to do.”
Before Suguru can respond, Satoru dives back in, burying his face in Suguru’s pussy. Suguru arches his back off of the grass and moans, all high-pitched and beautiful, subconsciously pulling on Satoru’s hair when he wants him to go faster, to suck him harder. Satoru laps upon Suguru’s warmth greedily, his own moans muffled by the wet sounds that emit from between Suguru’s legs—obscene, squelching noises. Gradually, Suguru resumes the movements of his hips, pressing himself further onto Satoru’s face, whimpering as he grinds his pussy against his tongue.
“Satoru,” he moans, tipping his head back, exposing his neck to the cold air, his damp hair falling down onto the grass. “S- Satoru… Fuck, that’s good…”
He looks back down and bites his lip at how fucking smitten Satoru looks. His eyes are closed, but he opens them back up, as if he can feel Suguru’s gaze on him. The blue in his eyes is more intense than it normally is—he’s staring Suguru right in the face as he eats him out, his hands squeezing and kneading at the flesh on his thighs. Suguru pushes Satoru’s face down, experimentally, just to see his reaction, and Satoru’s eyes instantly flutter shut, his moan vibrating all throughout Suguru’s entire body. He latches his lips back onto Suguru’s clit and brings one of his hands up, teasing at his entrance with two fingers, before inserting them slowly, easily, with the amount of blood and slick that acts as a lubricant for him to fuck his fingers in and out of Suguru’s pussy.
“Sh- Shit,” Suguru gasps, bearing his hips down, trying to get Satoru’s fingers deeper. “More– Satoru– more, please…”
Satoru enters a third finger at Suguru’s demand and curls them up, sucking harder on his clit, while Suguru’s moans get higher and more frequent. He wants to watch Satoru lose his mind between his legs, indulging himself in Suguru’s taste, but Suguru can’t help but close his eyes, his thighs shuddering with each thrust of Satoru’s fingers and each movement of his tongue. Satoru pulls away for a brief moment so he can speak, but he doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers.
“Have I ever told you how good you taste?” he asks, breathy and hoarse, blood dripping down his chin, lips shiny and dark red. “I could live off of this pussy, Suguru. Always so wet for me. Making a fucking mess all over me, baby…”
Suguru whines, closing his eyes when Satoru leans up and connects their lips together. He tastes himself on Satoru’s palate—the salt of his wetness, mixed with the metallic taste of blood, overwhelming his senses with the way that Satoru almost forcefully thrusts his tongue inside of Suguru’s mouth.
“Close,” Suguru chokes out, muffled against Satoru’s lips. “Satoru– close, I’m close.”
“That’s it,” he whispers, using his other hand to stroke the hair on Suguru’s head. He presses his palm against Suguru’s clit, grinding on it as he fucks him with his fingers. “Go on. Let it out, sweet boy. Let me hear you, and look at me while you come.”
Suguru opens his eyes, his vision hazy and blurred, and stares at Satoru the best he can, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure and mouth slack, unable to contain the moans that slip out from his lips.
“Pretty little thing,” Satoru murmurs, and he dips his head down, licking at the blood that transferred over to Suguru’s chin, as if he just can’t let any of it go to waste. “Pretty boy, with such a pretty pussy. Do you hear that? Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby?”
Suguru shuts his eyes and whines from embarrassment, the squelching from between his thighs sounding even louder than it did before.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Satoru demands. “Look at me.”
He opens his eyes back up, to the view of Satoru’s handsome face. It takes only a few more moments for Suguru to come just like that, quivering and trembling beneath Satoru’s touch, letting out broken moans as his pussy clenches wildly around Satoru’s fingers.
“There we go,” Satoru whispers, his voice a calming lull. “That’s what I like to see.”
It takes Suguru a moment to calm his breathing, his chest rising and falling with each exhale, where Satoru coos and murmurs sweet words to him, kissing his forehead and moving the hair from his face. Once Suguru has the strength to nuzzle his cheek into the palm of Satoru’s hand, Satoru finally pulls his fingers out, and gently prods them at Suguru’s lower lip.
“Open up for me, baby,” he says, and Suguru absentmindedly listens, opening his mouth to allow Satoru to thrust his three fingers inside. The flavor of blood washes over his tongue, and Satoru presses his fingers in deeper, his eyes wide with excitement as he watches intently at the way Suguru sucks. “That’s it… What a good boy you are, Suguru. Do you like that? Do you like how you taste?”
Suguru nods, a muffled “mm-hmm” around Satoru’s fingers, as well as a shy little whine that vibrates throughout his hand. Satoru smiles, a soft chuckle leaving his own lips, as if he knows that Suguru is already so fucked out that he’ll just agree with anything that Satoru says. He holds Suguru close to his chest, stroking his hair while he continues to suck softly on Satoru’s fingers.
“You falling asleep on me?” Satoru asks, and Suguru shakes his head. Satoru removes his fingers so that Suguru can respond, and a string of spit connects them to his lips.
“Mmh. No,” he mumbles. “Take me back out to the lake.”
Satoru scoops Suguru back up into his arms and swims them both out to the lake, and lets Suguru wrap his legs around his waist. The head of Satoru’s cock nudges up against Suguru’s ass, and Suguru giggles, burying his face into Satoru’s neck.
“You take such good care of me,” he murmurs against his throat, leaving soft kisses up toward his jawline, “and you don’t even ask for anything in return…”
“Why would I?” Satoru says. “You’re all I need.”
“Corny,” Suguru says. “Talking bullshit while your dick is poking me in the ass.”
“I get like this every time I eat you out,” Satoru admits, and he doesn’t even sound like he’s ashamed of it. “Every time I touch you, actually. Even when I just look at you, I can feel it twitch a little in my pants.”
Suguru tips his head back and laughs, and Satoru grins, holding his body closer to his chest.
“I’m serious,” he says. “You think I’m joking.”
“I don’t,” Suguru responds, but there’s still a hint of a laugh leftover in his tone. “I know you’re serious. I can feel how serious you are.”
He shifts down a little, enough for Satoru’s cock to press up against his pussy, the tip sliding against his wet folds, and Suguru gasps sweetly, still sensitive from his previous orgasm.
“I wanna take it…” Suguru whispers, a whine hidden beneath his words, overwhelmed by his sheer want for Satoru. “Come on. Help me, Satoru.”
Satoru lets out a shaky exhale, before taking one hand off of Suguru’s body so that he’s able to grasp his cock, aligning it with his entrance, and Suguru slowly sinks down, already feeling full just from the top half of Satoru stretching him open.
“Just like that,” Satoru breathes out. “Slowly, baby. Nice and slow…. That’s it.”
Suguru whimpers once he takes Satoru down to the base, and Satoru cups his ass with both hands, pulling him down flush to his hips. The water ripples around them when Satoru thrusts forward, feeling Suguru’s pussy gripping him, tight and wet with each shallow stroke.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Satoru sighs, before he starts a steady rhythm, bouncing Suguru up and down on his cock. Suguru looks down and sees the way Satoru is gazing up at him, pupils blown out, the reflection of the stars caught in those lovesick eyes of his. “Sometimes… God, sometimes, I can’t even believe that I’m the only one who gets to have you like this. Who gets to see you like this, all perfect and gorgeous, just for me… It’s like the only reason I’m alive is to be yours. You know that? Nothing else matters, Suguru, nothing except for you.”
Suguru’s mouth hangs open, shuddering moans falling out as he struggles to barely comprehend the words that Satoru says to him. His cock pulses inside of Suguru’s pussy, blood gushing out with each stroke, painting Satoru red and dripping down into the lake. Satoru looks down and watches himself fucking in and out of Suguru, the way his thighs quiver, how the water splashes around both of their intertwined bodies.
“Just look at that,” Satoru whispers in awe. “I fit so well inside you, don’t I, Suguru?”
“Mmh,” Suguru whines, his eyebrows trembling, head thrown back as Satoru effortlessly maneuvers his body, ticking his hips up and thrusting into Suguru, while simultaneously pulling him down onto his cock.
“Nobody can take me like you do,” Satoru says, and he leans in, mouthing across Suguru’s chest. “Nobody. You take the whole fucking thing, and this pussy still clenches around me like it wants more… God, you’re so perfect.”
He takes one of Suguru’s nipples in his mouth and bites down, causing Suguru to cry out, hand flying up to the back of Satoru’s head and pulling on his hair. Still, he bears his hips down, grinding onto the head of Satoru’s cock, mewling as he hits the spot inside him that makes his toes curl, shaking and sobbing in Satoru’s arms. He pulls Satoru’s head up by the hair on the back of his head, and silently begs for a kiss, looking down at him with tears brimming in his eyes. Satoru gives him what he wants, connecting their lips together as he fucks him faster, and Suguru moans into his mouth, breathy and hot.
Suguru whines against Satoru’s lips as he tries to get a word out, moaning softly, “You’re fucking me so good… You always do, Satoru, always take such good care of me…”
“Only you, Suguru,” Satoru says. “Nobody else.”
“Only me,” Suguru repeats. “Mine… All mine.”
“That’s right,” he whispers, awestruck, holding Suguru tightly like he’s something fragile, and yet fucking into him like he wants him to break apart completely in his hands. “Take it, baby. Take it, because you own it. All of it.”
Suguru whines, overwhelmed by Satoru’s display of love. All he can do is kiss Satoru deeper, biting down on Satoru’s lip to stifle a particularly loud moan. Satoru laughs gently and pulls away, looking fondly at the way Suguru blushes.
“Sorry…” he breathes out, cheeks flushed pink. “S- Sorry… Feels so good, Satoru… I can’t control myself.”
His hair falls over his face when he bows his head in embarrassment, black strands obscuring Satoru’s view of such a beautiful sight. He lifts Suguru’s chin up and forces him to maintain eye contact.
“Don’t be sorry,” Satoru whispers, the words ghosting over Suguru’s lips. “I can’t hold myself back, either… God, you feel so fucking tight around me.”
“Don’t,” Suguru begs. “Please, don’t hold back. Fuck me– I can take it. Harder, faster, anything– anything you want, Satoru. I can take it, I can.”
“I know you can,” Satoru mumbles, and he slams his hips up against Suguru’s ass, feeling the way his pussy clenches around his cock, swallowing down Suguru’s sobs by kissing him through each thrust. “My baby can handle anything I give to him… You take it like it’s nothing. And you’ll take all of my cum when I give it to you, won’t you, puppy?”
Suguru nods, whimpering, his whole body jerking with each bounce, as Satoru fucks him so deep that he swears he can almost feel it in his stomach.
“Inside– Inside me, please. Wanna feel you, Satoru.”
Satoru instinctively lets out a low growl, heat building up inside of him at Suguru’s sweet voice, the way his lips shape the most precious pleas and begs for Satoru to stuff him full with his cum. Suguru always falls apart completely once he’s close—something that Satoru has learned quickly after being with him—crying and babbling nonsense that makes Satoru’s cock twitch.
“Wanna be full with it,” Suguru continues to ramble, almost as if he’s not even conscious of what he’s saying. “I wanna feel it dripping out of me… Fuck, I think I’m gonna come… I can’t– I don’t think I can hold back, Satoru–”
“Then don’t,” Satoru says, leaving bitemarks all across Suguru’s chest, sucking bruises into his skin.
Satoru talks him through it, murmuring sweet words about how beautiful Suguru is, how good he’s taking it, fucking him deep and slow as he comes apart, shuddering on top of his cock, unable to hold back the loud moans that escape into the silence of the night. If anyone couldn’t hear them before, then they definitely can now, especially when Satoru starts fucking him faster to chase his own release, and Suguru’s moans turn into broken cries. He’s trembling in Satoru’s arms like a delicate leaf, before Satoru gives one final thrust and comes, his cock flexing as it works to pump his cum inside of Suguru. Blood mixed with cum leaks out of Suguru’s pussy and down Satoru’s cock, spilling into the lake and flowing in the water around them.
“Fuck,” Satoru groans, holding Suguru down as the last spurts of cum leave his body, breathing heavily into Suguru’s neck, his nose pressed up against his fast beating pulse. “Shit, Suguru, you’re incredible….”
“Satoru,” Suguru whines, and Satoru looks up at him, blinking slowly. “My legs… I can’t stop shaking. Carry me back to the car, please.”
Satoru huffs out a chuckle, tired and satisfied, as he rubs gently at Suguru’s lower back. He feels Suguru’s arms tighten around him as he slowly moves them out of the water—still connected at the hips, with Satoru’s cock still buried deep inside of him. He doesn’t pull out until he lays Suguru down on the grass, and watches carefully at the way his own cum leaks out of Suguru’s pussy, red mixed with white soaking the ground beneath him. His cock is glistening with blood, and he holds the base of it with his hand, pressing the tip back up against Suguru’s pussy, smiling at the way Suguru whines and backs away, sensitive and overstimulated.
“Look at that, baby,” he whispers. “Look at what a mess you’ve made. Shit, my dick looks good when it’s all covered in your blood, doesn’t it?”
“Satoru…” Suguru moans weakly when Satoru keeps teasing him with the head of his cock, pushing it in for just a second, before pulling it back out, forcing wet and messy sounds from his spent, leaking pussy. “S- Stop it… You’re so annoying.”
“Well, aren’t you going to clean me up? I can’t put my clothes back on like this.”
“There’s water all around us, dumbass…”
Satoru pouts. “That’s no fun.”
“I’m dirtier than you are right now,” Suguru grumbles. “Just look at me.”
“I’m looking,” Satoru breathes out. “Fuck, baby, I’m looking…” He eyes Suguru’s body—at his position, all splayed out on the ground, legs spread beautifully, with the evidence of their encounter dripping out of him slowly. Satoru inhales a shaky breath, before gathering his thoughts, and looking back up at Suguru’s face. “Let’s get you cleaned up then, beautiful.”
“Wait,” Suguru gasps, but Satoru is already kneeling and spreading Suguru’s legs, leaning his face down toward his pussy. “Wait, wait– Satoru–!”
He whimpers at the first touch of Satoru’s tongue to his entrance, lapping up his own cum and Suguru’s blood, Suguru’s pussy clenching down, his hips instinctively jerking away from Satoru’s touch. But Satoru only holds him down and buries his face in further, humming against Suguru’s folds as he cleans him up with his tongue.
“It’s too– too sensitive,” Suguru moans, and he tangles his fingers in Satoru’s hair, but he still doesn’t push him away. “F- Fuck… God, you’re disgusting…”
Satoru eats the cum out of Suguru’s pussy until he’s satisfied with the result, the fucked out moans Suguru lets out sounding like a melody when it lands on his ears. He takes his time with it, licking and sucking until Suguru is sobbing, tears streaking down his face, and actively pushing Satoru away from him. Satoru licks his own lips with a smile as he looks back up at Suguru, but he finds himself disappointed with the way his broad figure shadows Suguru’s face. Still, he can just barely make out the tears that shimmer on his cheeks, his eyelashes wet and dark, with his hair splayed out around him and almost blending into the grass.
He helps Suguru back into his clothes before he cleans himself off in the lake and puts his own clothes on, and he carries a sleepy Suguru over to the car bridal style, with Suguru clutching onto his neck and burying his face in his shoulder. Only the moon remains as a witness to what they did together. Satoru starts the car while Suguru sleeps softly in the passenger seat, his face pressed up against the window, relaxed and gentle, his lips parted to allow quiet sighs that fog up the glass.