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Satoru wouldn’t consider himself insecure .
Seriously. He’s Gojo-Fucking-Satoru.
He’s been told his whole life that he’s ethereal, graced with the power and appearance of a god. Even without his snow white hair and bright, turquoise eyes, the anomalies that marked him as different from the moment he was born, his technique alone set him on a pedestal so far above anyone around him that they were mere ants beneath his feet. He’s strong, the Strongest , otherworldly in every way but in the fact that he’s encased in human flesh and not the embodiment of light or some other sublime biblical monstrosity people seem to make him out to be.
So, no. He’s not insecure. He’s never had any reason to be. The thought alone is laughable.
There is one, tiny, trivial little code mistake that’s followed him his whole life, however. A curse wrapped around him like a second skin and gnawing at him any time he’s reminded of the fact that he is different .
Satoru pants gently as he pumps his fingers in and out of himself, one leg hiked up against his chest, bent at the knee as he keeps his eyes locked on his phone in his other hand. There’s a video displayed on it, a lean, muscular man with long, dark hair holding down another man, pounding into him while grunting out filthy, degrading names. Admittedly, Satoru only clicked on this one because the man reminded him of Suguru.
Suguru is away . He got sent on a mission in Hokkaido, and even though they were told a Grade One sorcerer could’ve easily taken it, of course Suguru insisted. Because why wouldn’t he? He’s always insisting on taking the higher grade missions, committed to taking as many as he can to ease the burden off the shoulders of the other sorcerers. God forbid Satoru take on extra missions, though. Last time he took too many back to back, Suguru tied him to a chair with a cock ring on until he agreed to pass some of them off to Nanami or Kusakabe.
Seriously, the double standards are crazy. Suguru insists he can’t go without Satoru that long , or the students need you here so you can’t just go take back to back missions, or, the excuse Satoru hates the most, you’re going to stress yourself out, running yourself ragged like this, baby.
As if Satoru was the one who had a mental break in their third year over the morality and endless workload of being a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Truthfully, he could handle it all fine. Suguru just overreacts. He’s never that stressed about missions and prefers taking as many as he can, too, the same way Suguru does. He can’t be hurt if something goes wrong. All his fellow sorcerers, his students, Suguru , can.
But, as it turns out, Suguru is awfully convincing when he wants to be. Despite Satoru definitely being able to see through Suguru’s excuses (really, he knows Suguru’s just possessive and protective and hasn’t liked Satoru being away ever since he literally died and came back), he relents and doesn’t get too carried away with big missions as much as he used to. Suguru, of course, still does. Satoru doesn’t really mind, though. If it makes his boyfriend feel better, he’s fine taking less missions.
But now, with Suguru across Japan fighting some curse that literally anyone else could have easily handled, Satoru’s left to deal with his insatiable horniness all on his own. He’s already gone through their bottle of lube trying to get himself off and had to do the walk of shame to go buy a new one. Not to mention his fingers are way slimmer than Suguru’s, don’t really fill him up the way he likes, don’t hit the right spots the way Suguru’s do, and fuck , he should get one of his toys from their dresser so he can speed up the process but it’s too far and he really can’t be bothered.
The men on his screen are switching positions, now, the one with dark hair flipping the other over to rub their cocks together. The other- some blonde twink with a tattoo under one side of his ribcage- moans so loud Satoru cringes, watching as the man flips between throwing his head back in pleasure and lifting his head to stare at where their cocks are leaking a mess all over each other.
Satoru slides his fingers out of his pussy, cupping his clit and grinding against his palm while trying to match their pace. He bucks his hips against his hand, rolls into it, the wetness of his slick easing the motion. He lets his eyes flutter closed, listening to the men moaning on his screen, trying to imagine Suguru rubbing his cock against his folds…
Suguru would do it to tease. He’d rub the tip through his pussy first, from his clit to his hole, barely pushing into his entrance before pulling out. He’ll do that a few times, until Satoru is whining for it. Then he’ll thrust against his folds, grinding against him like it’s supposed to be the main course, like shoving his cock inside Satoru is an afterthought.
Fuck .
Satoru switches from practically humping against his palm to rubbing his clit with two of his fingers. He uses quick, circular motions, like when he’s on Suguru’s lap and Suguru’s got him pressed against his chest and is fucking up into him, or when he bends Satoru over the kitchen counter in the morning and they have to be quick so they’re not late to a meeting.
He can feel the tension building in his stomach, curling and coiling. When he glances back at his phone, the two guys in the porno have swapped positions again, the black- haired guy pounding into the blonde again and refusing to touch his weeping cock. Satoru’s eyes stay glued to it, the way the blonde’s cock uselessly hangs between his legs, the other saying filthy, degrading things to him.
Satoru’s so close to his peak, and he speeds up, movements becoming sloppy as he approaches his climax. The men on screen seem close too, or at least the blonde, since his moans have increased in volume as he desperately begs for more. The long-haired guy thrusts once, twice-
And then the blonde is cumming untouched, eyes rolling back as his face is pressed against the mattress and he’s fucked into overstimulation. Satoru feels a strange pang of longing, and his rhythm stutters.
He tries to focus on his orgasm, because he was so close , but even as he speeds up again his climax seems significantly farther than it was before. In fact, he’s panting by the time the video ends and he discards his phone, struggling to get anywhere near where he had been, frustrated that his orgasm somehow slipped through his fingers. Literally.
He groans when he finally gives up, body collapsing against his and Suguru’s pillows as he tries to catch his breath.
What the hell.
He feels… off.
Usually, his brain is buzzing, a side effect of the Six Eyes that had melted into a faint white noise as he got older. Now, instead of the sharp, electric awareness that’s always shooting through his nerves like a live wire, everything is dull like an overused kitchen knife. A strange mix of understimulation and overstimulation, where he’s missing a piece of himself he can’t quite place but the absence makes him feel more weighted than it does lighter.
This has been happening more lately, and he hates this feeling. He hates feeling wrong , feeling misplaced in his own skin, like his body is a cage he’s too big for. He hates that it only happens during times like these, when it’s obvious he’s nothing like other men, that he will never be like other men. He’s fundamentally different. Nothing changes that.
His heart is racing in his chest, and he placed a hand over it to feel the rapid beating against his ribcage. He lays there, staring at the ceiling, trying to find the motivation to go clean up.
Eventually, defeated, he rolls out of bed. He doesn’t fully intend to, but he ends up taking a shower, and trying to fuck himself again in there- to no avail. He just can’t get it up again. It made him nauseous to even try.
This is humiliating.
He finishes his shower, dries off, and raids Suguru’s side of the closet and dresser for a comfy pair of his boxers and the biggest t-shirt he can find. It’s nice, being completely enveloped in Suguru’s scent, and takes the edge off his dysphoria and how badly he misses his boyfriend.
He briefly considers using one of their vibrators to try and get off, but he’s too exhausted, and retreats to their bed instead.
When he’s curled up under the blankets on Suguru’s side, he sends a text:
Me [6:52pm]
need you home soon >:(
Me [6:52pm]
i miss you ( ;´ - `;)
Suguru’s response is quick, like always.
Suguboo [6:52pm]
I know baby. I’m sorry this is taking me so long. I’ve been missing you a lot too.
Suguboo [6:52pm]
How was your day? Did you eat?
Suguboo [6:53pm]
Real food, I mean. I’m sure you had sweets, but you need to make sure you’re eating a
balanced diet.
He smiles, rereading the texts a few times before typing back.
Me [6:54pm]
yesss i ordered miso soup!!! ^.^
Suguboo [6:54pm]
That’s good :) I had sushi from a local place. I just finished eating.
Suguboo [6:54pm]
I need to go for now- I don’t think I’ll be available for the rest of the night. I’ll text you first thing tomorrow.
Suguboo [6:54pm]
Okay sweetheart?
His heart drops. He almost sends some dramatic, bratty remark for attention, but decides against it. The sooner he lets Suguru go, the sooner Suguru can finish his mission and come home.
Me [6:55pm]
okay
Me [6:55pm]
I love you
Me [6:55pm]
gonna go to sleeps early zzz
Me [6:55pm]
goodnight sugu :D
Suguboo [6:57pm]
Goodnight baby. Don’t mess up your sleep schedule
Satoru responds with some silly emojis, but it seems Suguru’s gone, because he doesn’t answer. He sighs, opening his social media and mindlessly scrolling for a few minutes before getting bored and dropping his phone against the sheets.
He reaches up to turn off the lamp, cuddling into Sugur’s pillow and breathing in the smokey, sandalwood scent, trying to force himself to ignore the skin-crawling feeling that’s made itself at home.
—---
There’s faint shuffling of a bag being dropped to the floor, the lamp being switched on, and lips against the top of his head before Satoru truly wakes.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” A quiet voice murmurs against his hair, and when he blinks his eyes open, heavy with sleep, his heart soars at the warm body and familiar cursed energy wrapped around him. Suguru .
“You’re back early?” He asks, voice sluggish as he looks up at his boyfriend, staring into the deep, brown eyes that seem to hold Satoru captive in their warmth.
“I am. Wanted to keep it a surprise.”
Satoru could fucking purr with how relieved he was, shifing to free his arms from the blanket and slide them up around Suguru’s neck, rubbing his face against his boyfriends. Suguru chuckles, capturing Satoru’s lips with his own, and Satoru melts .
Suguru licks into his mouth, and he moans, tugging Suguru closer. Suguru pulls the blanket away so he could crawl on top of him, caging him in as they make out, refusing to separate as if the few days they had been apart was instead a few years and they were relearning the shape of each other’s lips. Suguru’s knee finds its way between his legs, and he whimpers into their kiss as he lifts his hips to grind against it.
Suguru’s lips only leave his to kiss along his jawline, rough and desperate, hand hurriedly moving Satoru’s shirt out of the way so he can slip into his boxers. The moment Satoru feels the fingers lightly trailing past the wiry hair there, though, he freezes, grabbing onto Suguru’s forearm.
“Wait, s-stop,”
Nausea rolls through him as he gently pushes Suguru away. Suguru pulls his hand away, sitting on the side of the bed with a worried look as if Satoru’s come down with some kind of flu. He scans Satoru like he’s looking for an injury or something, and when he can’t find anything, asks, “What’s wrong?”
He curls up on his side, arms sliding under the pillow as he half-hides his face against it.
“I’m just- not really in the mood, I guess,” Suguru blinks at him like he’s an idiot, and Satoru feels like one. He has never in the past year of dating not been in the mood . He doesn’t think there’s ever even been a time where he wasn’t begging for Suguru to fuck him.
Except now, because I feel wrong and every time you touch me I’m scared you’re going to realise I’m not worth it.
“I don’t… think that’s true?”
“Well, it is, so,” he pouts, averting his gaze to the way the creases in the pillowcase.
Suguru reaches forward, sliding a hand up Satoru’s thigh. “Sweetheart-”
Satoru’s hand is flying from beneath the pillow before he’s even aware he’s doing it, slapping Suguru’s hand away. Hurt flashes in his eyes as he recoils, and when Satoru realises what he did, he panics, apologies spewing out of his mouth. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t- I just- I don’t want to be touched-”
Has there ever been a time I haven’t wanted to be touched?
Suguru seems conflicted between being hurt and alarmed, arm held close to his chest like Satoru had burnt him. This couldn’t have gone any worse.
Suguru seems to decide on the latter, cautiously stepping back and assessing Satoru, eyes raking from head to toe again, double-checking for injuries. “You’re worrying me. What’s going on?”
Seeing Suguru upset upsets him , and he wants to claw his heart out of his chest and drop to his knees to apologise. He hates hurting Suguru, hates the way his eyebrows bunch together in disbelief or the way his eyes get glassy like he’s about to cry, but- how can he explain this to him?
I feel disgusting in my own body. I’m scared you’ll leave me one day because I don’t have what you have. I have never cared before you but now I do and I’m terrified that one day I’m not going to be enough for you. I’m different. What if you hate that I’m different?
He doesn’t say any of that, of course.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Satoru tries to play off his racing thoughts by stretching lazily across the bed. He takes his time pulling the blankets back up to cover himself, deliberately not looking in Suguru’s direction, and hides his face in the blanket to avoid his boyfriend’s analysing stare. When he doesn’t say anything, Suguru sighs.
“Satoru,” Satoru feels the bed dip as Suguru lays beside him. Satoru burrows deeper into the blanket, pulling it over his head completely. “Whatever this is, you need to talk to me about it. You know I’m here for you, don’t you?”
Satoru knows that. Of course he knows that. He’s known that for the past four years, ever since they met in their first year and this obnoxious country kid with the bangs was supposedly another special grade. He knew that on their first mission together when Suguru had his back the moment when things went awry, he knew that in their second year during the Amanai mission that almost tore apart their lives, and he knows that now, two years later, after pulling Suguru back from the ledge.
He’s said the same thing to Suguru countless times during the months following that mission, and he still does, sometimes, on Suguru’s bad days that grow rarer as time passes. And Suguru will look at him, and sigh, and open up to him about all of the things going on in his head- even the harder, darker things, the things that had almost made him snap last year, the things he had once admitted to being ashamed to speak aloud.
Satoru has never judged him, not only because he wasn’t one to judge other people’s morality, but also because he would never judge Suguru. He’s seen Suguru at his lowest, eye bags and greasy hair and the one time he caught him under the blankets in his dorm with his hands covering his ears during a rainstorm. That had been a really, really bad day, and throughout all of it, not once has Satoru ever judged him.
So he knows Suguru would do the same for him; has done the same for him. Has never given Satoru any reason not to trust him. In fact, he tells Suguru everything . This is probably the first thing, after all these years, that he hasn’t been completely vocal about.
He guesses he should be, but it’s just embarrassing . How does he even explain it to someone like Suguru- someone who’s handsome and perfect and normal ? How does he explain the feeling of dread that creeps inside of him whenever he thinks about his body for too long? How does he explain the pit in his stomach that comes with having Suguru finger him or eat him out or do anything that makes it obvious Satoru’s different, that he has different anatomy, and no matter what he does that fact will never change?
Satoru curls into the blankets some more, eyes watering against the fabric. Suguru’s hand hesitantly slips into his hair, and when Satoru doesn’t pull away, he keeps it there, petting the soft strands comfortingly.
“Okay,” Suguru says quietly, voice dripping with disappointment, and Satoru almost starts bawling right there. “I’ll let it go. I’m gonna go shower.”
Satoru’s heart drops as the hand slips away from his hair, and the bed shifts again as Suguru begins to stand up. He’s moving before he can help himself, bolting up and grabbing onto Suguru’s hand. “W-Wait!”
Suguru’s eyebrows flick up in surprise, but he stays sitting on the bed, eyes focused intently on watching Satoru.
“Um…” His stomach twists, anxiety fluttering as his grip tightens around Suguru’s hand. He looks down at where he’s holding onto him, his pale skin a stark difference compared to Suguru’s darker, tanned skin. He takes a deep breath, slow and deliberate, the way he and Suguru do together when Suguru’s having his bad days and needs something to ground him.
Okay. I just have to say it.
He knows he needs to tell Suguru, he knows this is important and he can’t keep it to himself forever, knows it wouldn’t be fair to Suguru. He takes another breath before saying, “Sometimes, um… I have dysphoria when we… have… sex.”
The words are awkward, and feel clunky coming out of his mouth, but he forces them out anyways. Saying the words aloud is simultaneously a weight off his chest and a cold realisation that now it’s real . The feelings no longer only exist in his head now that he’s spoken them into the universe, and he can’t run from them anymore or pretend they don’t exist
“Oh,” Suguru says, and Satoru keeps his eyes on their hands as silence settles over them. Suguru takes a few seconds, processing the information, and that makes nervousness creep up Satoru’s spine. Is Suguru annoyed? Is this a dealbreaker? Is he going to leave now that- “Satoru. I can see you panicking. Relax.”
“S- Sorry, I just, um…” It pulls Satoru out of his own head, and he nods, relieved Suguru knows him well enough to know when he needs reassurance. Suguru’s always been able to read him like a book.
He risks a quick glance up at Suguru’s face. He’s smiling softly, the amber of his eyes soft and golden in the warm light of their bedroom. Right when Satoru’s about to look away, Suguru brings their hands up to his mouth and presses a kiss to Satoru’s knuckles.
“I’m so glad you told me about this, baby,” He murmurs against Satoru’s fingers, pulling away only to shift to cross his legs beneath him and face Satoru fully. He takes Satoru’s hands in his own, like he always does when they talk about things and he wants to show Satoru that he has his full attention. “Let’s talk about this. Is it because of something specific? Is there anything I can do different, or better?”
Satoru should’ve figured it was going to go like this. He’s not sure why he was so worried about telling Suguru when Suguru’s only ever wanted to pamper him and make him feel good. Of course he’d just want to understand and do whatever he could to fix how Satoru’s feeling; that’s just who Suguru is . Satoru almost laughs at himself for being so nervous.
“I don’t think it’s anything you can change, it’s more like…” He watches as Suguru runs his thumbs over Satoru’s knuckles, the contact reassuring and safe and Suguru . “Uhm- just not being able to do all the stuff actual men can do.”
When he looks back up, Suguru’s frowning quizzically. “What do you mean?”
“Like… like in porn? Because, you know, it’s different for… two men compared to… someone like me.”
“I see,” He pauses, lips pressed together before he asks, “...is there a specific video you were watching that brought this on?”
His brain flicks back to the porno of the man with long, black hair pounding the ever loving hell out of the blonde dude, and Satoru’s entire body feels warm as he fumbles over a few useless words. How does he even explain that? Well, it’s not really that weird to watch porn of people who look like your partner fucking a person who looks just like you, right? Right?
It’s not like Suguru doesn’t know he watches porn, because he totally does, and they’ve even watched it together. He doesn’t watch it alone very often- only when Suguru’s away for several days at a time, and he’s pent up, and the few photos and videos he has from his and Suguru’s past sexting sessions aren’t enough. And it’s not like he hasn’t shown Suguru certain porn videos he’s liked, because again he totally has, but this is different , somehow. More vulnerable. And embarrassing.
“Um…”
“Can you show me?” Satoru squeaks as he feels his face flush, but Suguru continues, “I want to see what’s got you so upset, baby.”
Satoru gives in, nodding abashedly as he tugs his hands out of Suguru’s hold to grab his phone from where it was discarded haphazardly in the bed. He navigates to his browser, then to his recent tabs, and- well, there it is. He never even closed out of it.
He practically shoves the phone into Suguru’s hands and dramatically pulls the blankets over his head again as he listens to the video start. There wasn’t any foreplay, and it’s not a very long video, so it gets right into the nitty-gritty with overexaggerated moans and wet plap, plap, plaping sounds. He risks a peak out of the blanket and at Suguru’s face, who’s very focused on the video, and Satoru almost rolls his eyes at the smug expression his boyfriend is wearing.
Arrogant ass . He’s probably going to tease Satoru about his taste in men (read: his taste in Suguru) later.
He hides in the blanket again until it’s over and the video abruptly stops, a weight dropping on the bed as Suguru casually discards his phone.
“I don’t know,” Satoru blurts out before Suguru can even say anything, “I just wish I was able to do things with you like a real man would’ve been able to, I guess,”
“ Satoru ,” Suguru says sharply, pulling the blanket away harshly enough that it’s yanked from Satoru’s grip. Suguru cups his face in his hands, forcing him to look at him. “I’m laying down a ground rule. You aren’t allowed to talk about yourself like you aren’t valid, or like you are lesser for being transgender. Do you understand? You are a real man.”
Satoru tries to avert his eyes, or turn his head to look away, but Suguru keeps a firm hold on him. The words are surprisingly reassuring, reminding him how much Suguru cares about how he talks about himself, extinguishing the flame of insecurity about his own gender identity even though they don’t necessarily help his dysphoria. It’s still... nice. But he doesn’t say that, and feigns annoyance with an exaggerated huff. “Fine.”
“Good boy,” Suguru says, and then Satoru’s being kissed.
He makes a surprised noise, expecting to feel nauseous again, but nothing comes. The anxiety from before dissipates away, seemingly content to trust Suguru’s words, the nausea and dull hatred for his own body gone now that Suguru’s reassured him.
Excited, Satoru falls back, pulling Suguru down with him by the jacket of his uniform. Suguru kisses down his jaw as Satoru pants beneath him, fisting his jacket, kissing down his neck and pulling his shirt up to leave sloppy kisses all along his ribcage.
“I’ve been suspecting something like this,” Suguru admits, pulling Satoru’s hands away from his jacket so he could slide down his body, pressing his lips to every piece of skin he could reach. He slots his hands beneath Satoru’s knees and guides them up to press open-mouthed kisses to the inside of his legs. “I think I can make you feel better, baby. Will you let me?”
Truthfully, Satoru’s head is already thick like jelly, dense cobwebs wrapped snugly around his mind and muting his thoughts. He doesn’t fully register himself nodding, just sees the way Suguru smiles down at him from between his legs and presses a kiss to the bump of his ankle. It always makes him feel a little self conscious, somehow, seeing Suguru on his knees for him.
He suddenly becomes very aware of the way he’s just in a t-shirt and boxers while Suguru’s fully dressed in his uniform.
“My perfect boy,” Suguru’s hands slide down Satoru’s calves, cupping his heels. He leaves faint, barely-there kisses, lips trailing up to his foot, ghosting over his skin so his breath sends small tingles up Satoru’s leg. He whimpers. “My perfect, handsome, beautiful boy,”
Satoru almost demands that he hurry up and get on with it, but he jolts and lets out a startled moan the moment Suguru’s tongue licks a fat strip up the bottom of his foot.
What the hell?
“Relax,” Suguru murmurs against his sole, eyes having fluttered shut, “Can you do that?”
“U-Um, I- I don’t, um- Wh- why did you-?”
“ Satoru . Relax. You’re doing so good for me, baby,” He kisses the arch of his foot, sloppy and wet and Satoru squirms beneath him. “You’re so perfect. Love every part of your sexy body, especially these pretty little feet,”
Satoru moans as Suguru keeps kissing the bottom of his foot, a disgusting mix of lips and tongue and saliva, and Satoru can’t help the way his hands fist the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He’s not sure why this is making his hole clench, why he can feel wetness pooling in his boxers at the way Suguru’s mouthing his foot , but fuck -
Suguru’s lips slide over his big toe, tongue swirling around it before sucking harshly. Satoru pants, whining, the feeling of Suguru’s mouth on his feet overwhelming in a way he doesn’t understand. Suguru laps at the pad of his toe, eyes closed in pleasure, like Satoru’s foot , of all things, was the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life.
He leaves more open-mouthed kisses to the bottom and sides of his foot, the sensation sending shocks through Satoru’s body, up his spine then down the curves of his arms. He takes Satoru’s toes back into his mouth, runs his tongue along them, and fuck, Satoru’s so wet right now, wet like the bottom of his feet from Suguru’s spit. He needs Suguru to hurry up and touch him.
Suguru moans like he’s seconds away from cumming just from sucking on Satoru’s toes, and oh, fuck , he can’t, he needs-
Suguru presses his tongue to the space between his second and third toe, pulling it out just to lick back in, and Satoru shudders. His hand flies to the front of his boxers, rubbing his-
Suguru smacks his hand away as he pops off Satoru’s toes. “No touching.”
“ Suguru ,” He whines, trying again, but Suguru grabs his wrist. “Please?”
“No,” Suguru lets go of him to slide his hand to the foot he’s been neglecting, letting go of the other, leaving it shining with his spit. He shifts himself slightly to swap his attention, kissing down the calf of Satoru’s other leg until he gets to the side of his heel. “I’m gonna give you everything you want, baby. Just be patient.”
He wastes no time in licking up his foot and popping Satoru’s toes into his mouth, the two of them moaning in sync as Satoru throws his head back. He gives it the same treatment as his other foot, sucking and licking and kissing until Satoru’s practically begging him for more, the space between his legs unbearably warm and slick.
Suguru lets go of his ankle with a final kiss to his arch, shifting forward so he’s flush against Satoru’s ass. Satoru can feel the bulge in Suguru’s pants pressing against his pussy, and he shudders, rolling his hips up and making Suguru groan. He can feel his cock throb through the fabric, just as aching as Satoru is.
“Come here, sweetheart, let’s get this shirt off,” Suguru tugs at the hem of the t-shirt Satoru had stolen from his side of the closet. Suguru helps him sit up enough that he can lift it over Satoru’s head, then pushes him back to the mattress by his hips, throwing the shirt to the floor. “ Fuck . You’re so beautiful.”
Suguru leans in, and Satoru wraps his arms around his neck to keep him close. His boyfriend showers his chest in kisses, sucking dark marks along his collarbone and throat, each press of his lips against Satoru’s skin sending jolts of electricity through his body. His nails dig into Suguru’s back as he bites down on the sensitive spot between Satoru’s shoulder and neck, the pain making Satoru whine and squirm despite the tongue running over the mark to soothe it.
He gasps as Suguru trails kisses down his chest, mouthing at one of the scars there, a hand sliding from his hip up to gently pinch one of his nipples. Satoru’s breathing hitches, and Suguru switches between each scar, pressing his lips to them like they are something sacred, something special, something worth worshipping. It sends a shiver up Satoru’s spine.
“You know,” Suguru says, lips brushing the scar, “I love these scars. They’re so fucking pretty. Can’t stand when you complain about them.”
Satoru tries to speak but fails, a hindered noise coming out instead of any real words. Suguru just chuckles against his skin.
“Shh, baby, let me make you feel good.”
Suguru presses a final kiss to the scar before bringing his lips to Satoru’s nipple, latching on and sucking. Satoru moans, back arching, hands jumping to grab fistfuls of Suguru’s hair in another poor attempt to ground himself. His nipples have always been sensitive, and when he met Suguru, the guy seemed to make it his life’s purpose to pull every ounce of pleasure he could out of them. Satoru’s never been able to do nearly as much by himself.
Suguru abuses the bud, sucking hard and gently rolling it between his teeth. His tongue flicks the tip, suction only relenting so he can press his tongue flat against it, and Satoru writhes beneath him, twisting as he tries to escape the assault.
He’s held down by the hands on his waist. He moans as Suguru sucks hard again, pulling away so the bud is painfully stretched until Suguru’s mouth detaches with a wet pop!
Satoru whimpers pathetically, hand slipping out of Suguru’s hair to cup the nub against his palm while Suguru kisses up his chest again. He always does this and leaves Satoru’s nipples so damn sore .
Satoru’s hand is pulled away by Suguru’s, the latter interlacing their fingers and holding his hand against the bedsheets to prevent Satoru from easing the ache on his chest. Satoru opens his mouth to whine, and complain about Suguru being too rough with them, but then Suguru’s latching onto his other nipple and he fists Suguru’s hair again as he yells out a pathetic moan.
“Suguru, I-” He whimpers as Suguru bites down, flicking his tongue against it, “Oh- Ohhh -”
He pants, his legs wrapping around Suguru’s waist, head thrown back as Suguru abuses the bud with his mouth. He pulls off with a Pop ! again, kissing and biting the skin around each one, sucking and licking like a man starved. When Satoru finds the strength to look down, his nipples are each a deep purple compared to their usual dusty pink, swollen and surrounded by hickies and bite marks.
He’s soaked in his boxers. He knows the fabric is definitely drenched where his pussy is leaking slick, and he pathetically begs, “Suguru, please fuck me now, please? Please , please, please , Suguru, please fuck me, please , please, pl -”
Suguru stops littering his chest in marks to kiss him, his hands gently tugging the hand from his hair and removing Satoru’s legs from around his waist. Satoru yelps as he’s suddenly flipped over, hands finding purchase in the pillow beneath him, holding tightly onto the fabric as Suguru kneels behind him, hands steadied on Satoru’s hips. Two fingers hook onto the elastic waistband of his boxers, and suddenly they’re being yanked down, Suguru carefully lifting each of Satoru’s legs to take them off completely and throw them aimlessly onto the floor, and Satoru’s forced to wait for Suguru to get up and undress too.
“You’re so damn needy,” Suguru says when he’s back on the bed, kneading his ass, running his hands over the backs of Satoru’s thighs. He whimpers when there’s a gentle smack , just hard enough to sting. “What did I say, baby? I’ll take care of you. I always do.”
Satoru inhales sharply as Suguru dips two fingers into the wet mess of his pussy, but instead of finally giving him what he wants, Suguru avoids his clit and his hole. He rubs at his folds like he’s teasing, before pulling his fingers away as if he was just assessing the slick accumulated there. “Suguru-”
Suguru only hums, and a finger presses against his-
“W-wait, what are you-”
“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.”
Suguru pushes a finger into his asshole, and he winces, unconsciously trying to inch away from it but the hand gripping his ass holds him in place. They’ve never done anything like this before- they’ve tried all kinds of kinky shit, have an entire drawer full of different toys they’ve accumulated, but Satoru’s never even considered being touched… here.
He whimpers as Suguru fucks his finger into him. It’s definitely… a new experience. It’s not bad, but it’s also not really good , either, simply a weird in-between, and all he can do is moan at the fact that Suguru’s fingering him at all.
“So good, baby,”
He’s moaning and whimpering into the pillow, tightly squeezing around Suguru as the weird feeling slowly turns more pleasant. It’s not much stimulation on its own, but he likes the idea of Suguru fingering his ass while jerking him off, and hopes thats where Suguru’s going with this. In fact, he’s pretty certain he could cum real fast like this if Suguru gave his clit some attention.
“You’re hole’s just sucking me in, sweetheart… Fuck, you were made for this.”
Satoru’s brain is numb at the words. Suguru presses another finger into him, scissoring them apart. It’s not wet enough to be a comfortable glide, the small amount of Satoru’s slick not nearly sufficient for two of his fingers. When Satoru whimpers in discomfort, Suguru slows his movements and the mattress shifts as he reaches for the table on Satoru’s side of the bed.
A drawer opens, then a pause. “Is this new ? Didn’t we have a different one?”
“Huh?” Satoru lifts his head from where it’s shoved against the pillow so that he can look over. Suguru’s looking at the bottle of lube Satoru had thrown in there earlier after failing to make himself cum, the one he had bought after using the rest of their last one. “Um… yes.”
Suguru looks at him, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “You were that horny while I was gone?”
Satoru huffs, turning away and putting his face back in the pillow. Against the fabric he mumbles, “Well, maybe if you didn’t leave for so long, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Gojo Satoru, throwing a fit over not getting enough attention,” Suguru remarks, shoving the drawer closed and returning to his position behind Satoru. The lube cap clicks open, and Satoru inhales sharply as Suguru drizzles it right over the fingers shoved in his hole. “Who would’ve thought?”
“Shut- shut up,”
Suguru just hums, not bothering with a retort before continuing to stretch him open, pulling out just to slide back in with a third finger. Satoru bites down on his fist, eyes rolling back as Suguru spreads his fingers inside of him. He could fucking cry with how badly he wants Suguru to fuck him already, how much he wants to be speared open on that cock, but Suguru seems content in going at his own pace.
It’s only when Satoru’s considering begging for it again that Suguru slides his fingers out and the lube cap clicks open again. Satoru stills, knowing what’s next, wiggling his hips in anticipation as he listens to the sound of the lube pouring out, then the bottle closing and being thrown to the side, and-
His breath hitches when he feels the tip against his rim. Suguru rubs the length of his cock against his hole a few times, teasing until Satoru whines a please hurry quiet enough that Suguru seems to take pity on him.
Suguru finally begins easing into him, and Satoru chokes on air, lungs stopping. The stretch is way more intense than his fingers had been, and even though Suguru’s going slow, it feels punishing .
“Breathe, Satoru,” Suguru reminds him gently as he bottoms out, gently tapping Satoru’s hip. Satoru lets out the breath he had been holding, panting as he tries to adjust to the huge fucking cock in his hole right now. Suguru runs his hands over Satoru’s ass and hips and back, the touch soft and reassuring. “Good boy. I’ll go slow, okay?”
He waits for Satoru to nod shakily before he starts at a careful pace, rolling his hips into Satoru like he’s afraid of breaking him in half. Satoru moans, long and drawn out and breathless, and it feels so, so good to have Suguru inside of him. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to cum like this, definitely not, but it’s still so good.
“Suguru-” he chokes when there’s a particularly deliberate thrust, struggling to find his words. “Not- not enough ,”
Suguru kisses up his spine, lips pressing on each knob until he’s reached the back of Satoru’s neck. He pulls the skin between his teeth, only biting down hard enough for Satoru to whimper, before fully pulling away.
Suguru slowly slides out of him, and Satoru panics, twisting back to look at him as best he could. “W-wait-”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Suguru says, lips tugging into an amused smile. “Relax. Be good for me.”
The words wash over Satoru, calming the anxiety that had stirred in his chest. Suguru runs a hand over his ass, pulling at the skin around his hole as if to admire how he had stretched him out. He thinks he should be a little self-conscious, but it’s kind of hot how possessive Suguru is and how much he likes seeing his own impact on Satoru’s body. And, well, Satoru also likes seeing what Suguru does to his body. Maybe he should ask Suguru to take a picture of his hole so he can see how much Suguru’s cock makes it gape.
Before he could truly entertain the idea, two fingers slide into his pussy and he inhales sharply. Suguru scissors them open just like he did in his ass, and Satoru moans softly against the pillow, rocking back against Suguru’s hand. When Suguru adds a third finger, speeding up his movements, Satoru almost collapses in pleasure, the rhythmic motions against his g-spot the first real stimulation he’s gotten.
Suguru seems to be deliberately avoiding his clit, though, not making any attempt to touch it or rub it like he usually does.
“Suguru,” Satoru moans pathetically, “Touch my- I need more ,”
“I’ll decide what to give you, baby,”
“ Huh ?”
Suguru chuckles behind him, and Satoru is so frustrated he could cry when the fingers pull out. Before he can make some desperate or snappy demand, something curved and smooth is filling him back up. It’s long, but not nearly as big as Suguru’s cock, so he knows it’s not that. He tries to remember to breathe as Suguru forces it past his entrance, a lot more comfortable when it’s snugly fit inside.
A toy? Where the hell did he get that?
It can’t be one of their toys, though. He’s used all of them more times than he can remember, both with Suguru and when Suguru was away on missions. None of them are this size or shape or feel- most of them are bigger and textured. Suguru must have bought a new one without him knowing.
While it’s not as big as he normally likes, he still definitely feels it. He moans as Suguru slowly pulls it in and out of him a few times, before leaving it sitting snug in Satoru’s pussy. “You suck everything in so good, baby. So greedy.”
Satoru flinches when the toy starts vibrating. He shoves his face into the pillow, half moaning Suguru’s name and half moaning nonsense he doesn’t even understand. Suguru chuckles, and then suddenly it’s turned up.
Oh, fuck .
He forces himself to take his face out of the pillow to breathe, breath hitching when he feels Suguru’s tip at his asshole again.
At the same time-?
He doesn’t have time to even halfheartedly protest before Suguru’s fucking into him from behind, fully sheathing himself in one go. Satoru’s eyes roll back at the fullness, and Suguru’s groaning behind him, both of them breathing heavily as they adjust.
“You feel even better with both holes stuffed,” Suguru says, rolling his hips in an experimental thrust, “I should do this more often,”
He doesn’t let Satoru reply before he sets a brutal, punishing pace, the vibrations so high he can feel them in his teeth, eyes rolling back as a plethora of noises somewhere between moans and pants and whimpers leave his lips. He shoves the pillow against his face to muffle himself, but Suguru just chuckles again, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head. “Let me hear those pretty noises,”
“S- Sug-ur-u- ”
Each syllable is interrupted by a thrust, the last of his thoughts knocked from him as he lets Suguru pull him apart. He’s lost in the pleasure, in how good everything feels, in how good his whole body feels, pleasure prickling along his skin with every slap of Suguru’s hips against his ass.
“Such a beautiful, perfect boy,” Satoru moans at the praise, lost in the way he’s being held down and fucked open like he’s a toy, “My perfect little hole, so good for me, baby, so good,”
His skin is buzzing, vibrating along with the toy inside him, trying to pull him toward that edge to no avail. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, he knows he can’t cum like this, he’s never been able to without touching his clit and Suguru knows that. He’s sure that with even the slightest stimulation against his clit he’d cum at this point, but Suguru’s hands are secure around his wrists so he can’t even try .
He whines between Suguru’s thrusts, struggling to form any coherent words. “P- ah - Please t-touch- ah - m-me-”
“I am touching you, baby,” Suguru says lowly in his ear, breath coming out in steady pants, “Unless you mean your pretty little cock?”
Fuck, he loves when Suguru calls it that. He nods as desperately as he can against the pillow, “Please- ah - t-touch my c-cock-”
“No.” Satoru could cry at the finality in his voice, the way he somehow starts thrusting deeper , gently nipping at Satoru’s shoulder. “Cum with your tight hole, just like in those pornos you watch, or don’t cum at all.”
Shockingly, it actually doesn’t take long. He’s blabbering nonsense, a slurred mix of please and Suguru and more and not enough . It’s a small, familiar sensation in his groin that makes him panic, halfheartedly trying to escape Suguru’s grasp.
“W-wait, Suguru, I’m- ahh - I think I’m gonna- p-pee-?”
Satoru squirms beneath him, but Suguru doesn’t stop, continuing his jackhammering pace, hands tightening around Satoru’s wrists. “Go on- fuck , baby, let it out for me,”
He tries to protest, because it really, really feels like he’s gonna piss himself right now, but before he can say anything else, everything snaps .
It’s deep, rolling waves at first, pleasure washing from his pussy down to his toes to the tips of his fingers to the top of his head. He’s suspended in water, head submerged in silence as he floats in a space between frothing seafoam and crystalline salt. He’s not even in his own body anymore, distributed among the sea like driftwood, letting the lapping waves carry him mindlessly to a new place, a new time.
And then, like the crashing strike of a whale’s tale on the surface of the water, he’s thrown back into the present. The muscles in his legs and arms and holes tighten all at once, burning with tension as he cums, nearly blacking out with the intensity of it, something wet squirting down his legs. He barely registers words being said in some distant realm, only knows they must belong to Suguru. Right ?
He’s shaking as he comes back around. He can feel it in the way he’s struggling to hold himself up, half-collapsed on the bed with Suguru’s arm now around his waist to keep him up. His hands are free, but they’re tingling, the aftershocks running through his entire body like volts.
When Suguru cums inside him, it’s grounding, almost. His hips stutter, forehead pressed between Satoru’s shoulderblades, moaning against his skin as he fills him until it’s leaking down his thighs. They stay like that for a moment, heavy breathing and the quiet buzzing of the vibrator the only sounds until Suguru shifts and the vibrating stops.
Satoru whimpers when Suguru slowly pulls out, pulling away and leaving Satoru to sink down into the sheets beneath him. They’re cold, and Satoru realises they’re wet, too, the smell of urine making his nose scrunch up.
Did I just piss myself?
He’s never cum so hard that he’s pissed himself.
“Fuck,” Suguru breathes, hands sliding to Satoru’s ass, squeezing the skin there. “Squirted all over me, sweetheart.”
Is that what that was?
He’s never done that before, either.
He’s being flipped over before he can really comprehend it, whining at the wetness beneath him, but Suguru’s pressing kisses to his chest and neck again and any protest he might’ve had flies out the window. He bucks his hips, and when his attempt to get friction against the toy inside of him fails, he grinds as best he can against Suguru’s leg. He moans as his clit finally, finally, gets a little bit of stimulation.
“Still needy?” Suguru asks lowly, lips brushing the shell of his ear. Satoru just lifts his hands to Suguru’s hair, the weight of his body making the movement feel strange, and guides Suguru’s lips to his own. They kiss as Satoru slowly grinds against Suguru’s leg, moaning into it as Suguru presses his leg harder against his pussy, biting down on Satoru’s bottom lip before promptly pulling away.
“ Suguru ,” Satoru whines at the loss, Suguru looking at him with a smug expression as he sits back on his heels. He’s already getting hard again, hand resting on one of Satoru’s bent knees while the other strokes himself. Satoru eyes the mix of lube and cum covering it, resisting the urge to rub his thighs together. He knows Suguru would stop him if he tried. “Come back,”
“No,” He does shuffle forward, though, only enough to be flush against Satoru’s ass again. “I was already spoiling you, letting you rub your pretty little cock against me. You can keep being patient,”
Suguru maneuvers one of Satoru’s legs over his shoulder, holding onto his thigh to keep it in place. With his other hand, he bends Satoru’s opposite leg until it’s pressed up against his chest, giving Suguru access to push back into his hole.
“O- oh -”
He lets out a shaky breath as Suguru bottoms out again, the new angle somehow giving him an entirely new feeling. Suguru places a gentle kiss on the side of the knee currently thrown over his shoulder, before reaching for something off to the side.
Satoru’s too busy squeezing around Suguru’s cock, staring mindlessly up at Suguru’s pretty face, to notice the small black remote in Suguru’s hand.
His entire body shudders as the vibrations start again, stronger than before, and his hands scramble to grab onto the pillow under his head to tether himself. “F- Fuck ! Suguru, ohh -”
“Such a good boy,” Suguru praises, gently nipping Satoru’s thigh, “Think you can give me one more, sweetheart? Think you can squirt for me again?”
“I-I don’t- I-”
“I’m sure you can,” He says, ignoring Satoru’s blabbering as he removes his leg from his shoulder and pins it against his chest beside the other. The angle makes the vibrating in his pussy press snug against his g-spot, and he almost sobs as he tightens his grip on the pillow. “Keep being the perfect angel you are, baby, you’re doing so good,”
Suguru gives no warning as he starts pounding into Satoru’s hole again, the stimulation even more electric than it was before, moans leaving his lips at every thrust. Suguru fucks him harder now, holding his legs down against his chest by the backs of his thighs, and all Satoru can do is squeeze his eyes shut and take it.
That is, until Suguru gently pats the side of his face without slowing his motions and demands, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Satoru whimpers as he forces himself to listen, lashes fluttering open, the effort alone taking as much focus as he could muster. Suguru’s hand returns to his leg, eyes glued to his face, and Satoru moans at the intensity in those honey-brown eyes, the way Suguru’s drinking down his disheveled state with a burning possessiveness that only he could pull off.
He only slows to give a few purposeful, harsh thrusts that make Satoru choke on his own sounds, before picking up his pace again. Satoru can feel tears prick his eyes at the overstimulation, how everything feels so good but how none of it is bringing him closer to that edge, that peak he’s so desperate for.
He’s so lost in Suguru’s eyes that he doesn’t realise one of his boyfriends hand has snaked down to his hole until he can feel a digit prodding at his stretched rim.
“W- Ahh - Wait-”
“You can take it, beautiful,” Suguru says, slowing again just to press his finger in alongside his cock, making Satoru let out a pained, dry sob. “Fuck, baby, so fucking perfect . What did I do to deserve you?”
“W-Wait, it’s-” He chokes on his own words, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, breathing heavily as Suguru keeps stretching him open. “T-Too- Much, pl-please-”
“It’s not. You’re the strongest, aren’t you? You can take it, baby,”
Oh, fuck .
He’s surprised he doesn’t cum just from that. As much as he loves when Suguru worships and praises him, he loves when Suguru’s a little condescending, a little mean. It really gets him going.
“M- More ,” He begs, not even fully knowing what he’s saying, nodding desperately. Suguru chuckles.
“There’s my greedy boy,” He pulls his finger out only long enough to lube it up along with a second finger, before pressing it back to his rim. When he slowly sinks back inside, Satoru inhales sharply, eyes falling shut on their own. “Sucking me in so well. You were made for me, weren’t you? You and your perfect body, made to take my cock,”
“Uhuh, y-yes, I was- ohh , I was made f’r it, S’guru-“
“Fuck, yeah, yeah you were,” He doesn’t wait for Satoru to adjust before pressing the second finger in alongside the first, and Satoru almost screams, the pain making his head spin in the best way possible. He pants as Suguru idles inside him, letting him sit in the burn of the stretch while the two of them catch their breath. “God, I fucking love you. You look beautiful like this.”
I love you, I love you, I love you
He can feel tears escaping his eyes, even with them screwed shut, and Suguru leans down to kiss his cheek, careful not to uncomfortably pull on Satoru’s rim. He kisses the other cheek, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose, and finally his lips, which Satoru ravenously accepts, licking into his mouth desperately.
“You’re such a good boy,” Suguru murmurs quietly against his lips. “All mine.”
Satoru opens his eyes just long enough to look into Suguru’s again as he says, “All yours.”
They kiss again, Satoru moaning into his mouth as Suguru shallowly thrusts into his hole as best he can with his fingers in the way. He lets go of the pillow to eagerly grab Suguru’s hair, the familiar act like a lifeline as he’s fucked open wider than he’s ever thought was possible.
“You’re ethereal , Satoru,” Suguru only manages to pull far enough away to say it, Satoru’s hold forcing him to stay close. “Wanna pump you full. Wanna fill all your pretty holes like this every day, fuck ,”
Satoru, despite the fact that this man is balls deep inside him, flushes. “ Suguru ,”
“I know, I know, sorry, I just can’t help it. You’re mine. I love that you’re mine.”
“That’s- you’re so- Ah - ridiculous,”
“Can you blame me?” Suguru pecks his lips again, reaching up with his free hand to gently pry Satoru’s fingers from his hair. His eyes snap open, and Suguru smiles down at him, the gesture making his stomach flutter. Or maybe that’s Suguru’s huge cock. “I need you to let me go if you want me to fuck you properly,”
Satoru huffs, but lets go, his hold returning back to the pillow as Suguru leans back again to watch his fingers and cock disappear into Satoru’s hole. “Always wanted to stretch you like this. I think about it all the time and you feel- you feel so much better than I could have ever imagined. Maybe one day I’ll fist you open…”
“Suguru, you’re- you’re- shut up,”
“I know you love the things I tell you,” He says, gently pulling his fingers from Satoru’s hole, ignoring the desperate whine that follows, “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
“Sh- Shut up ,” Satoru’s hot with embarrassment, squeezing his eyes shut again as Suguru chuckles at the words. He wipes his fingers on one of Satoru’s thighs before bracing himself against them to return to his brutal pace, punching the air out of Satoru’s lungs with every thrust. Even though the additional stretch was removed, it’s still so fucking much, and tears well in his eyes again as he whines and whimpers and moans on Suguru’s cock.
Suguru leans forward, nipping at the skin of Satoru’s chest. He sucks more dark marks there, flicking his tongue over them to soothe, pulling a nipple between his teeth as Satoru sobs out his name.
“Perfect, perfect , baby, give me one more now, c’mon, one more…”
He can feel when the tears streaming down his face, a mix of pleasure and frustration and desperation. Suguru’s panting against his chest, unrelenting in the sucking and biting. “I-I ca- ‘ n’t -”
He can’t, he can’t, he can’t cum again like this, there’s just no way he has it in him. It’s too much and not enough, Suguru jackhammering his ass while the vibrator buzzes in his pussy, against his g-spot, his nipples being teased and played with by Suguru’s mouth- it’s too much in all the wrong ways. He can’t .
I can’t .
“You can, baby, come on, just one more,” Suguru’s slows his thrusts as he leans back, pulling out to just the tip, then thrusts back in until his hips are flush against Satoru’s ass. He’s really never felt this full before ever , both his holes stuffed to the brim. It’d be even better if…
Satoru desperately grasps for Suguru’s hand, fingers wrapping around his wrist to tug it away from the back of Satoru’s thigh. Suguru looks at him curiously, but lets him, watching as Satoru pulls his hand up to his lips. He moans at the smirk spreading on Suguru’s face as he shoves Suguru’s fingers in his mouth, immediately beginning to suck.
“ Fuck , baby, perfect, ” Suguru’s other hand moves up to his ankle, holding it in place to lean forward and lick a strip up the bottom again. Satoru whines around the fingers, around his muffled moans, tries to squirm even though it proves useless considering Suguru’s all over him, holding him in place as he fucks him. “You like being stuffed full, baby? You like all your holes full of me like this, hm?”
“M-mhm!” Satoru sucks extra hard on the digits pressing down against his tongue, and Suguru groans. He leaves a gentle kiss on the sole of Satoru’s foot, then flattens his tongue over it, licking up to Satoru’s toes and wrapping his lips around a few of them. He sucks, tongue dipping between them, and he even moans as Satoru involuntarily spreads his toes wider. “S-Suu- ruu -”
Suguru pops off his toes, panting, “Come on, baby, cum for me again. Please?”
Satoru doesn’t even have time to respond before Suguru’s mouth is back on his toes, sucking hard, and he doesn’t even realise the heat that had been coiling in his stomach had tightened enough that it finally snapped . His eyes roll back as he cums for the second time, not as overwhelming as the first but still enough that he’s practically screaming around Suguru’s fingers.The vibrator keeps him plateaued in pleasure, legs shaking, more liquid coating his thighs, squirting onto Suguru’s skin, toes curling in Suguru’s mouth, Suguru fucking him through it deep and hard and-
so much, so much, so much, so much, so-
“ Good boy,” Suguru pants, pressing sloppy, wet kisses all over his foot, “So perfect, such a perfect, pretty boy, Satoru, fuck ,”
too much, too much, too much -
Suguru’s fingers slip out of his mouth and he whines again, already missing the weight of them on his tongue. His head is murky and all he can feel is the buzzing in his pussy and Suguru pounding into him and the way his body is still clenched tight, too much stimulation to properly come down from his orgasm.
“Baby,” Suguru says, looking down at Satoru’s pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever laid eyes on, “You’re so wet . Fuck, I’m- I love fucking you, love your pretty holes-”
He slows his pace, grinding against Satoru’s ass, watching how his thighs are shaking, how his slick is everywhere , all over the insides of his thighs and Suguru’s abdomen and the bed , Satoru can feel it beneath him and-
“ Satoru ,” It’s the closest he’s ever heard Suguru get to a whine, and Satoru moans in response, lashes fluttering as he tries to keep his eyes focused on the sight in front of him. Suguru’s running his hands over Satoru’s feet, not a single reservation about the saliva covering them, thumbs smearing it between his toes. “I love- I love your feet, baby. Can I cum on them- on your feet? Please?”
Fuck. Where the hell is this foot thing coming from ?
He’s nodding mindlessly before he can help it, and Suguru slowly pulls out, hands cradling each of Satoru’s feet. He pushes them together, sliding one hand beneath them to hold them in place while his other hand moves to stroke himself once, twice-
Suguru groans as he cums again, thick white ropes shooting out all over Satoru’s feet. Satoru keeps his eyes locked on it, stares at the way Suguru’s cum splatters all over the top of each foot, dripping down between his toes as if Suguru was claiming what was his.
Oh my god.
He’s only vaguely aware of the vibrator still on as he distantly watches Suguru rub his cock against the soles of his feet. He can feel the cum slowly running over his skin, not to mention the cum leaking out of his- his asshole , and he whimpers at the feeling of wetness beneath him on the sheets.
Satoru blinks, and suddenly Suguru’s leaned in close again, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m here, baby, I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
More kisses are pressed to his cheek, his forehead, his jaw, his neck- soft butterfly kisses, tender and loving and warm, and Satoru somehow finds the strength to lift his arms and wrap them around his boyfriend’s neck. He doesn’t know when, but at some point the vibrations inside him stop, and the toy is carefully pulled out, more kisses left on his skin and sweet phrases whispered in his ear.
At some point, he registers he’s being picked up and carried. He holds tightly onto Suguru, legs wrapped around his waist, lips finding a spot on Suguru’s throat and gently, mindlessly sucking as he’s brought into the bathroom and the shower’s started.
So perfect, Satoru, so good for me.
He’s numb, floating in some quiet, empty space akin to the inner world of limitless. It’s a new domain, an in-between, a space full of coral reefs and sea turtles and glassy shards, pleasantly pricking at his mind. Distantly, he can feel warm water on his skin, a washcloth dragging in circular motions between his thighs, Suguru’s lips against his chest and stomach and hip and-
He moans mindlessly, high pitched and sensitive and needy, as Suguru’s tongue licks against his clit. He looks down and Suguru’s on his knees, water rolling down his face as he pulls one of Satoru’s legs up to rest over his shoulder and give him better access, Satoru’s hands finding purchase in his hair instinctively.
He mumbles out incoherent babbling, things he doesn’t even understand, sounds coming out with no real intention behind them as his head falls back against the wall of the shower. He hadn’t even realised he was pressed up against it until Suguru steadied a hand against his hip to keep him there as his lips locked around Satoru’s clit and got to work.
He thinks it should feel overstimulating, considering he just spent however long with a dick in his ass and a vibrator at full strength in his pussy, but it really doesn’t. It feels good , really good, the release he’s been desperately craving since pathetically struggling to get himself off by himself. The thick, staticky weight of his previous orgasms still sat wrapped around his shoulders, but he could definitely cum again with Suguru eating him out like this, tongue lapping at his clit and flicking to his hole and-
He almost collapses as Suguru slides two fingers into his pussy, fingering him as he sucks at his clit. He’s still babbling, whimpering and letting out small please, please, please ’s as he rapidly approaches his peak, the weight steadily building in his gut. He pants as he gets closer, as he’s pulled towards the ledge of that seafront cliff, ready to be shoved over into the thrill of a fall-
He sobs- he didn’t even realise he was crying again- when Suguru’s mouth pulls away and his fingers still inside of him.
“Satoru,” he says quietly, only barely loud enough over the sound of the shower, “Look at me,”
Satoru does, because he always listens to Suguru. He desperately wants to beg for release and cry and ask him why he would stop , but he pauses when Suguru gently rests his chin against Satoru’s leg, looking up at him. His eyes glint, half-lidded, something hiding there behind the honey brown. Something warm and affectionate and kind and full of all the things Satoru never had until he met Suguru.
“I love your body, Satoru,” Suguru says, thumb gently caressing the skin of his hip, “I love you .”
Satoru nods mindlessly. It’s love, he thinks. That’s what’s sitting in Suguru’s eyes, that’s what’s always sitting in Suguru’s eyes, in the darkness of their bedroom before they go to sleep and in the mornings when they share a breakfast together and at the school, when Satoru’s teaching and Suguru waves at him from down the hallway. It’s always love.
“Tell me, baby,”
“I love you.” The words are hoarse, his throat spent and tired and sore.
Suguru chuckles, pressing a kiss to his other hip before looking back up. “Not that. Tell me how much I love you.”
“You…” Satoru tries to wrap his head around the words, tries to figure out what exactly Suguru wants from him. He doesn’t understand the request, can’t figure out how to say that, and all that tumbles out of his lips is, “You love me?”
Suguru hums in approval, kissing his hip again, “More, Satoru,”
“Y-You love me,” Satoru says, shakily, as Suguru sucks a mark on his hip, “You love my body. You love me.”
“So fucking much,” Suguru says, lips brushing the soft red spot he left. Not dark enough to be bruised tomorrow. “I love all of you, baby. Every part of you.”
“You love all of me,” He repeats, and Suguru lets out an approving hum again as he shifts his attention back to between Satoru’s legs, “Y-you love every part of me,”
“That’s right,” He agrees. He presses a kiss to Satoru’s clit, and he whimpers, desperate for Suguru’s mouth to finally push him over the edge, to finally give him what he’s been needing. “I especially love your pretty little cock.”
Satoru tries to grind forward, but Suguru holds him still, slowly pumping in and out of him a few times before stopping again. “Tell me, Satoru,”
“Y-you love my- my cock,”
“So much,” He pumps his fingers again, tongue pressing flat against Satoru’s clit to lick a slow, teasing strip, and Satoru whimpers, trying to grind against him again. Suguru keeps him pinned to the wall. “What is this, Satoru?”
“My-” he can feel a tear run down his face among the water spraying down on them from the shower. It’s a tear of frustration and confusion, sliding down his cheek as he looks down, unable to understand why Suguru won’t just give him what he needs . “I- I don’t-”
“It’s okay, baby. Tell me. What is this?” His thumb brushes against Satoru’s clit, and he whimpers again, grasping at the stray thoughts floating around in his mind. His clit? He doesn’t understand. I don’t understand .
“My-?” Suguru gives him a long, dangerous look through his lashes like he’s about to answer wrong, and it takes everything in him to not to break down. I don’t know.
“What do I love, Satoru?”
“My body,” He says, because he knows that one, “You love my body,”
“What else?”
“My-” The realisation dawns on him, and his heel digs into Suguru’s back to bring him closer, “M’ cock, you love my cock. Suguru loves my cock,”
Suguru’s lips are finally back on him, fingers working to thrust in and out of him as Suguru pulls him towards that edge again, his reward for answering correctly. Satoru pants, staring down at him, grinding against his tongue and Suguru lets him this time, looking up at him like he hung the damn stars. Satoru could get high on that look, on the way Suguru treats him like a god in a way that is so different from everyone else. To others, he’s Satoru Gojo, the Strongest, an anomaly to the Jujutsu world. To Suguru, he is just Satoru.
Suguru sees right through him, sees into the very essence of his starry shaped soul, and chooses to love him.
“Tell me, baby,” Suguru briefly pulls away to say, before continuing his assault on Satoru’s cock, fingers pistoning into him like a damn machine. Satoru’s almost at the edge, being hurled towards that cliff face by Suguru’s fingers and tongue faster than he thought possible.
“S-Suguru loves my body!” He moans, head falling back against the wall again, fingers digging into Suguru’s hair to keep him pressed against him, “Suguru loves me, Suguru loves my body, Suguru loves my cock, S- ah , Suguru loves- every part of me- every- oh -”
His words are punctuated by a roll of his hips against Suguru’s face, and he’s so so so close , “S-Suguru loves my feet, and my scars, and- oh , Suguru loves my scars, he loves me, he loves my cock, Suguru loves me -!”
It’s half a scream as he finally cums, free falling over the side of that cliff, finally , plummeting towards the ocean crashing below, seafoam filling his lungs and salt invading every crevice of his blood as he trembles against Suguru. He’s still rolling his hips, and Suguru’s still fucking his fingers into him mercillesly, guiding him through it, only slowing once Satoru’s high pitched moans slowly decrease in volume and he’s whimpering softly.
Kisses are pressed to his skin again, and his eyes closed at some point. He holds onto the darkness as he feels the cloth on him, between his legs again, cleaning up the second mess he’s made tonight. He hears Suguru talking to him, whispering reassuring praise, telling him how good he is and how much he loves him, and the words settle into the spot in his heart that has always been reserved for Suguru.
He’s not sure when, but eventually, he’s alone, sitting on the floor of the shower. He only realises he’s alone because suddenly he isn’t, and Suguru’s there again, back from wherever he had disappeared to. He turns off the shower, helps Satoru up, dries him and his hair and presses kisses to every part of him he can reach. His neck, his lips, his forehead, his shoulders- his lips meet every part of Satoru’s skin, until Satoru’s dry, has lotion on, and is suddenly back in fresh, clean bed.
Suguru holds him close. His forehead is pressed against Suguru’s chest, and he nuzzles closer, breathing him in like he’d die if his lungs weren’t constantly full of him. Suguru pets his hair, still pressing kisses to his head, each one wrapped in trust and safety and, of course, love. He can’t remember why he was nervous earlier. He can’t believe he got himself so worked up over the thought of not being good enough for Suguru; it’s just not possible, not when the two of them need each other like air.
“Satoru,” Suguru murmurs against Satoru’s hair, “How are you feeling?”
Satoru can barely think, let alone speak, but he somehow manages to mumble out a weak, slurred, “S’good.”
“Good boy,” Suguru kisses his hair again, “Get some rest, baby,”
Satoru closes his eyes, held tightly by the man he loves and who loves him.