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When the piercing shriek of Suguru’s alarm penetrates his ears, he groans and throws one arm over his face, reaching out with his other hand to swipe at his phone. The edge of the device bumps against his hand before clattering to the floor, loudly blaring the whole way down. Suguru curses as he pushes himself up one handedly, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and reaching down blindly to grab at his phone. He finally manages to find it in the dark and snatches it up, jabbing rapidly at the screen to turn off the alarm.
Suguru breathes in deeply and rubs both hands across his face in an attempt to wake himself up more fully. He stretches an arm out above him to stretch his back, while running a hand absentmindedly through his long hair to tame it. Suguru pauses, then suddenly whips his head around as he remembers that someone else was sleeping with him. Satoru lies asleep on his stomach behind him, arms tucked under the pillow with his face turned towards Suguru, having barely moved despite the loud alarm. His white hair lays spread out in a halo, a sleeping mask covers his eyes and the side of his face is smooshed against the pillow. There’s drool leaking from one side of his pink lips and the quilt only covers him from his shoulders to his ass, bare legs contorted into a painful looking position and out for the world to see. Satoru had been out on a mission to exorcise two grade A curses yesterday, so it’s no wonder that he was exhausted enough to sleep through the alarm.
Suguru pulls his phone up to his face, squinting as his eyes try to get used to the bright light. 6:05am. He looks back at Satoru sleeping peacefully behind him for a moment, before deciding that he had more than enough time to lay in bed for a little longer. Suguru slides back into the indentation his body had made into the mattress during the night, lying on his side with his head propped up on an elbow before reaching out and slowly running a hand through Satoru’s hair. It was just as soft as it looked, and the pale strands ran like silk through his fingers.
Suguru chuckled to himself softly. Satoru was as vain as they came and took better care of his appearance than Shoko and Utahime combined. The only person he came in second place to was Mei Mei, and even then, it was a close contest. He runs a hand across the shoulder in front of him--bare due to the fact that Satoru is wearing Suguru’s shirt which is a little wide for him at the shoulders--before continuing to massage his hand through Satoru’s hair. He watches Satoru breath softly in his sleep, trying to enjoy the only quiet moments he could get around the other boy.
Satoru looks so peaceful lying there, a little too peaceful though so Suguru reaches out with a hand and pinches his nose shut. Satoru’s brow scrunches down in confusion, lips pursing up and face contorting in his sleep. Suguru snorts out a breath at how ugly he looks before letting go of Satoru’s nose, but not before tracing a lingering finger across the shape of Satoru’s jaw.
Satoru suddenly grunts, causing Suguru to freeze. He watches as Satoru shifts uneasily for a moment before sighing softly and going still again but not before the quilt rustles off of him. Suguru looks down, intending to grab the quilt and pulling it back up over Satoru’s back, but feels a jolt of arousal instead.
Satoru wasn’t wearing underwear. Satoru wasn’t wearing underwear and the shifting of his body had brought his bare, plush ass into view.
“Fucking hell, Satoru,” Suguru groans while running a hand furiously across his face. It’s too damn early in the morning for his dick to be hard but of course Satoru manages to ruin his plans even unconcious. Satoru himself is lying asleep on his stomach, blissfully unaware of what he’s doing to Suguru’s mental state.
Suguru sucks in a breath. He takes a quick look at his phone and then looks back at the creamy expanse of Satoru’s skin. I could spare an hour; he thinks while reaching an arm back to place the phone somewhere next to them.
Suguru leans over and throws one leg over Satoru’s back so that he’s straddling him, scooching down the bed so that he’s at the perfect height to behold the ass in all its glory while lying on his stomach between Satoru’s legs. He’d never tell him this, but Satoru’s ass is a work of art. Pale, creamy and perfectly plush. He reaches out both hands to palm the cheeks, squeezing the warm flesh. The pressure from his fingers creates small dimples that flush pink before long. Satoru's pale skin has always been easy to bruise.
Suguru clenches his hands a few more times, enjoying the softness, before slowly pulling apart Satoru’s cheeks to peek at his pretty pink pucker. The wrinkled skin is bunched tight, perfectly clean and the color a stark contrast against the pale skin of Satoru’s ass. Suguru leans down and blows some air across the hole, just to watch it twitch a little from the warmth. It looks so small and innocent sitting between Satoru’s plush cheeks that you wouldn't know the amount of abuse Suguru has put it through in the past.
Without taking his eyes off of Satoru’s hole, Suguru reaches over with one hand for his phone again. He quickly opens up the camera option and zooms in on the ass in front of him, taking a few pictures to add to his growing album before throwing it haphazardly back onto the bed next to them. He'd need it later
Suguru smiles softly down at Satoru’s ass before pulling back and spitting directly onto the hole. He presses his thumb to the tight furl, now wet with his spit, pressing gently to test the give. Satoru shifts a little under him at the pressure, but quickly settles again.
Suguru adds his other thumb, gently prying apart his hole to take a peek at his soft, pink insides while Satoru’s hole clenches helplessly around his thumbs. Suguru sucks in a breath at the sight, finally leaning down to lave his tongue across the little furl. He starts by working his tongue in slow, easy circles around the tight muscle, working his spit into the hole, excess saliva making a sticky mess between Satoru’s cheeks. Suguru reaches his thumbs into the mess he’s made to pull apart the hole so that he can reach in further with each stroke of his tongue, nibbling gently at the rim every so often.
Satoru is shifting more often beneath him, but Suguru ignores that in favor of the task in front of him. His cock is rock hard against the bed, and he slowly moves his hips without removing his face from between Satoru’s cheeks.
Suguru sinks his tongue into Satoru’s hole, lapping at the walls of Satoru’s ass, uncaring of the drool dripping down his chin. He pulls away with a wet sound, looking down at the progress he’s made. Satoru’s previously unmarked hole is wet with drool, gaping open a little and the filthiest shade of red Suguru’s ever seen. He leans forward to continue his ministrations, stiffening his tongue in order to spear into the hole but this time he decides to push in a finger beside it, saliva slicking the way for it to fuck into Satoru.
He pulls back to take a breath and notices Satoru’s hips unconsciously arch up to follow him. Suguru quickly looks up to make sure that Satoru is still asleep, before gently pushing his hips back down. He reaches over to the coffee table beside their bed, taking his eyes off of Satoru’s ass to grab the lube from the drawer. Suguru turns his attention back and one-handedly squirts a good-sized amount between Satoru’s cheeks, the body beneath him flinching from the sudden cold.
Satoru’s hole is already slick and open from Suguru’s tongue, so he doesn’t hesitate to push two fingers into the slightly gaping furl in front of him. He presses soft kisses against the swell of Satoru’s ass, eyes riveted on the way his fingers stretch open the tight ring of Satoru’s hole. Suguru quickly scissors his fingers before sinking them deeper to hunt out Satoru’s sweet spot. He knows he’s found it when the body beneath him jumps and he hears a low whine from above. Suguru grins and curls his fingers to better reach it. He stretches out a thumb to caress Satoru’s puffy, sensitive rim before picking up the rhythm and pressing deeply at Satoru’s prostate with every thrust of his fingers. His hips are rocking back with Sugur's motions continuously now, Satoru chasing his pleasure in his sleep. Suguru adds a third finger--Satoru’s sloppy enough for it now--and pumps them quickly into his hole, fucking the loose furl hard and fast while Satoru rides his hand unconsciously. He presses down sharply once and grinds his fingers in a hard circle on Satoru’s prostate before watching his hips stutter once, twice and then fall still with a whimper from above.
There’s a growing wet spot beneath their bodies but Suguru ignores that in favor of slowly pulling his fingers out of Satoru’s body, his hole making a filthy sound before it finally lets go of its hold. Suguru inspects it, the once tight furl is now completely loose and pliant. The rim looks puffy and abused, colored a fetching shade of red between Satoru’s pale cheeks. Suguru lets his fingers dip into the gape, but quickly pulls them back out when Satoru’s body flinches from the overstimulation.
“Fuck,” he murmurs desperately, remembering he’s still hard.
Suguru pulls himself to his knees behind Satoru and quickly pulls his dick out from inside his pajamas. He wraps his hand firmly around the shaft, quickly pumping himself with his own precum while remembering the way Satoru’s hole had clenched around his fingers. He spent so much time eating out Satoru, so he knows he won’t last long. Suguru reaches up with his other hand to muffle his desperate groans, heat rising up in his abdomen. He can feel the pressure building, so he tightens his grip in preparation. Right before he cums though, Suguru presses the tip of his cock into the soft gape of Satoru’s hole to ensure that his cum ends up inside of it. His eyes are clenched shut and his chin is tucked against his chest while he rides the afterglow. Suguru pumps his cock slowly to get out all of his cum, gritting his teeth at the hint of overstimulation.
When he opens his eyes, he shudders out a breath and raises his head to see the state of Satoru’s ass. The skin of his cheeks is marked red from where Suguru had gripped them too hard, and the wet spot beneath them is prominently visible and only growing larger by the second. He reaches a sticky hand forward to pull apart a cheek and grins down at what he sees. Satoru’s hole is an angry red color, gaping open and too loose to keep the cum he’d stuffed inside. But there’s still something missing. Suguru tilts his head in consideration, before leaning down and biting hard at the round cheek in front of him, leaving a complete ring of teeth marks for Satoru to discover later.
“Perfect,” he murmurs to himself, reaching a hand for the phone he’d previously discarded. He picks it up and zooms in on the swell of Satoru’s ass and snaps a few pictures, making sure to pull apart the cheeks to get a good look at the absolute mess he’s made of Satoru’s hole.
Satoru stirs above while Suguru is still trying to get the perfect angle.
“Suguru?” Satoru yawns without removing his sleeping mask, pushing himself up slowly on one arm to turn his face back in Suguru’s direction, still half-asleep. “What’re you doing?”
Suguru hums, weighing the pros of taking a video. “Nothing baby, go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up later when breakfast is ready.”
Satoru’s still too tired to think anything of Suguru’s behavior, “Mmmm, ‘kay. Love you,” he mumbles before letting himself fall back down onto his pillow.
“Love you too,” Suguru whispers back, eyes still riveted on his phone screen. He’ll show the before and after pictures to Satoru later. In fact, he considers, Satoru would probably appreciate a video even more.