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Suguru had an excruciatingly long and awful week at work and had enough of dealing with his supervisors chasing up on multiple deadlines; half of them not even being his responsibility. He needed an alcohol filled night to clear his mind, to just let go. Although he wasn’t the type of person that would come up with spontaneous plans, he thought he could go for a guy’s night out but unfortunately, all his friends happened to have other commitments, so he thought to himself, “Fuck it, I need to get drunk.”
He made his way to a club not far from his apartment. It wasn’t usually his scenery, he was more likely to visit jazz bars and calmer environments and after walking into the establishment, he came to the conclusion he would never visit a place like this again. Too many bodies in such a small space rubbing against each other, the smell of sweat and spilt alcohol trailed its way to his nose, and he couldn’t help but grimace. He was here now, and he was here for an attempt at a good night and forgetting about his responsibilities.
He made his way to the bar and was greeted by a man who you couldn’t help but notice. The way he attended to customers with charm, the way his blue eyes shone against the lights above the counter, his cheeky smile, white hair as soft as snow; Suguru knew he was probably like this with everyone but at the same time he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.
Once the man with cerulean eyes was done with the previous customer, he sauntered his way in front of Suguru.
He too, could not help but notice how good this man looked and slightly bit his lip; a tight black dress shirt that complimented his toned body, he definitely worked out, there was no question about it. His eyes were long and beautiful, his face was flawless and the long black hair that flowed below his shoulders along with his half bun that sat atop his head flattered Suguru’s defined facial features. It was safe to say, he was intrigued.
“What’ll it be gorgeous?”
Suguru couldn’t help the slight snigger that left his mouth and the way his lips curled up into a smile.
“Just a whiskey. Please.”
“Is that all you came to a club for?”
Suguru laughed, his smile soft and his eyes looking down.
“Listen, I’ve had a long week. If I have to go through a whole bottle to clear my mind, so be it.”
“Lucky for you, I’m about to clock out. Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really. I’ll save you the torture of listening to an office workers’ mind numbingly boring politics.”
The blue-eyed man made his way around the counter and sat himself down next to Suguru.
“Satoru.”
“Suguru.”
They shook hands after exchanging names; Satoru noticed that Suguru’s hands were rough and his previous thought of him working out must have been true since he didn’t know any office worker with calloused hands, whilst Suguru observed that Satoru’s hands were soft and his fingers slender.
“So, what’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”
Suguru grimaced at how cheesy that line was but let out a laugh at the same time.
“Are you like this with everyone you speak to? If so, you need some new lines.”
“Only when they have long black hair half tied up. And trust me, it works.” Satoru winked playfully.
Upon hearing this, Suguru rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.
“I’ve just had a long week of everyone piling their shit onto me and just don’t want to think about anything. I just want a good, if not, decent night to myself.”
All Satoru could do was stare at the way Suguru’s drink made its way down his throat, the way the brown liquid made his adams apple bob before letting out a sigh. The sight made him mind wander before he shook his head.
“Are you okay?” Suguru asked, left eyebrow cocked up.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I totally understand where you’re coming from which is why I would never work in an office.”
“Well, some of us aren’t good at dealing with customers like, well, you, I guess. Some of us are good at shitty spreadsheets and reports.”
Satoru felt his cheeks heating up and needed a drink. Now.
“Wanna do shots?”
“Sure.”
Satoru called his colleague and told them to get him and his partner for the night a few shots of tequila.
The way Satoru licked the salt off the top of his hand stirred something within Suguru. This man was definitely making the act look lewder than it needed to be.
They both tilted their heads back downing the liquid before sucking on a small wedge of lime.
Satoru shook his head, Suguru sighed.
“That was needed.”
“Well, someone’s good with their drink.” Satoru chimed.
There was something about the way Suguru looked at him that made Satoru want more. He made a rule that he wasn’t allowed to have any sort of relationship with his customers whether it’s just a one-night stand or whatever since that loudmouth of his could produce problems for him. He knew from experience.
But rules were made to be broken.
Satoru took Suguru’s hand not breaking eye contact the whole time and licked the salt off slowly and seductively as possible.
“Again, are you like this with all your customers?”
“I’ve already told you who I’m like this for, Suguru.” Satoru said, adding emphasis to the others name.
Suguru’s hand automatically made its way to the white-haired man’s thigh, slowly sliding his fingers up and down before lightly brushing his crotch, making him gasp slightly in surprise.
Leaning in dangerously close, Suguru took the chance to pinch his thigh and whisper into Satoru’s ear, “You know, if I could have my way, I’d have you bent over this counter. Satoru.”
Satoru shivered at the words that came from Suguru’s mouth.
Suguru himself didn’t know what brought this on. Was it the alcohol? Or was it just because he needed a good lay? To be fair, it had been a while.
He didn’t know but he was getting dizzy from the heat of the atmosphere and the way Satoru was staring at him with those frosty blue eyes filled with lust.
The eye contact between them had now become unwavering, neither of them blinking nor being the first to look away.
Satoru was the first to move and downed the last shot aggressively and grabbed Suguru’s hand dragging him towards the men’s bathroom, making their way through the packed dancefloor full of people before pushing him into the cleanest stall he could find. He didn’t care if anyone saw, he needed to experience this man and immediately.
As soon as the lock on the door latched, Satoru crashed his lips against Suguru’s.
“Someone’s desperate.” Suguru chortled.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He needn’t say more. Suguru obliged taking the lead, grabbing the tuft of white hair at the base of his neck, parting Satoru’s lips to allow his tongue entrance into the others mouth making Satoru moan into his.
Suguru let his free hand roam over the other’s body, his fingers pulling at Satoru’s nipples through his shirt making him bite into Suguru’s lower lip, his fingers brushing across the lower half of his torso before softly grabbing the developing bulge eliciting a louder gasp.
“You’re a desperate little whore huh. Getting hard from me just kissing you.”
“Same could be said for you.” Satoru retorted, grabbing Suguru’s bulge which made him widen his eyes; he knew Suguru was half-hard, but he felt huge already.
Suguru took the opportunity to quickly unbutton Satoru’s shirt to allow him more access to feel his body, little kisses making its way down from his jaw, toward his neck where he sucked and bit on to leave a mark to remind him of tonight’s events down to his nipples; licking around Satoru’s right nipple while one hand played with the tent in his trousers, Satoru’s head knocked against the wall of the cubicle while whispering “fuck.” He knew he was in for a good fucking tonight.
The way Suguru’s warm tongue felt on Satoru’s body felt hot. His body was noticeably pink from the blush that rose up his body which could be seen even against the dim bathroom lights.
Suguru decided to make a show and lowered himself onto his knees licking a stripe down Satoru’s happy trail before unbuckling his trousers and undoing the zip with his teeth; Satoru had never seen a sexier sight he thought to himself.
“Look at how turned on you are, your cock is dripping.” Suguru commented while lowering Satoru’s briefs.
Suguru was somewhat of a clean freak so his least ideal place to have sex would be in a dingy club bathroom, but the thought of breaking the man in front of him and possibly making him cry from pleasure turned him on.
He slowly licked a stripe from the base of Satoru’s cock all the way to the tip, focusing on the bead of precome by having his tongue sit on his slit, licking it and swallowing it. The sight of Suguru on his knees had Satoru heaving; he couldn’t believe he bagged the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on and had him in front of him.
His right hand made its way onto Suguru’s head, tangling the silky soft locks of jet-black hair while his left covered his mouth, biting into his arm in an attempt to hide the moans that sought to escape his lips.
“Moan for me baby, I know the thought of someone hearing you excites you.”
This comment alone turned Satoru on, his cock twitching when Suguru took him into his mouth paying attention to the thick vein on the underside. Satoru was slightly thick, but he had more length which Suguru had to get used to.
Relaxing his throat, he took him all the way into his throat, swirling his tongue which caused Satoru to grab his hair harder and push him deeper into his warm mouth, face-fucking this magnificent man who was on his knees for him.
“Where the fuck did you learn to suck dick like this?” Satoru asked, between moans.
Suguru took one last lick, a string of saliva connecting him to Satoru’s dick before wiping his mouth with his forearm, smirking up at his partner.
Before getting back to work, ignoring the question, Suguru lifted his left hand with two fingers up, the other licking them and sucking them exaggeratedly. When he was done, Suguru continued where he left off, his right-hand gripping Satoru’s thigh and the now moistened fingers of his left playing with Satoru’s asshole.
At this moment, both their ears reacted to the sound of the bathroom door opening and hearing a group of men walk in and raucously chattering. Satoru bit down on his arm harder when Suguru immediately thrust his fingers in without warning making him hit his head against the stall once again, making the men quieten down for a moment before going back to their conversation.
“Did you hear something?” One of them asked.
“Shit, my knee hit the sink.” Another replied.
Satoru could feel the smirk on Suguru’s lips while sucking him off, taking him in deeper than he did before. He was struggling to keep his moans in, breathing becoming more uneven because of this.
When they heard the men exit the bathroom, Satoru let out a huge breath he didn’t realise he was holding along with a long moan as Suguru pumped his fingers in and out of him faster and harder while taking him in his mouth deeper than he did before.
His right hand now moved down to work on his own belt, freeing his trapped cock, slapping against his stomach and hanging heavy against his thighs; Satoru’s eyes never left the sight, gulping at the sight of it.
Taking a break for a few seconds, Suguru quipped, “I knew the idea of someone hearing you turned you on.”
“Says the one on their knees. You want someone to see you with a mouth full of cock?”
Suguru then took Satoru back into his mouth, his hand now pumping his thick cock while the other was still working on Satoru’s ass.
Satoru was in shock; this man was too good at what he was doing to be real. He knew what he was doing and how to make someone feel good. He made a mental note to make sure to thank every deity he could once the night was over.
The deeper Suguru took him into his throat and the deeper his fingers worked his asshole, Satoru got closer to the edge and Suguru could tell; his asshole was clenching his fingers tightly.
“Suguru, I’m going to come.” Satoru’s grip tightened on the man’s hair whereas Suguru now had both hands on Satoru’s hips, gripping them tightly to ensure he could hold his balance.
His name being moaned repeatedly made him go faster and within seconds he felt Satoru’s cock twitch in his mouth and spray his load swallowing every last drop.
After coming down from his high, the only thing that Satoru could say was “damn.”
This caused Suguru to chuckle slightly knowing that he had accomplished at least one thing tonight.
Suguru took one of the toilet seat covers out of the machine on the wall and covered the closed lid so he could take a seat on it.
Noting the way Satoru had been staring at his length in awe, he questioned, “Do you think you can take it?”
“Of course I can!”
Just as he was about to lower himself, Suguru stopped him.
“No, not with your mouth. Do you think you’re loosened up enough? I want to fuck you. I want to break you.”
Satoru gulped and he was sure a little bit of drool sat at the corner of his mouth. It would have been an understatement to say that he was excited. His dick was already getting hard again, and he was sure Suguru saw the slight twitch he felt.
Taking a condom out of one of the pockets of his trousers that were pooled across his ankles, Suguru ripped the packet open with his teeth eliciting a groan from the man above him.
“Let me.”
Satoru took the piece of rubber away from the man in front of him who was shrouded with mystery. He wanted to know more about him which was odd considering he didn’t really care for getting to know people that weren’t his friends.
He took the tip of the condom in his mouth, putting his mouth over the cock and attempting to cover the girth, struggling to get it all the way down so eventually having to use his hands to finish the job.
“Sit.”
The authority in his voice made Satoru tremble in anticipation; he slowly lowered himself wincing at just the tip entering him.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Shut up, I can take it.” Satoru insisted.
“You need to relax.”
“I know. Just stop talking.”
Suguru softly laughed at the man who was slowly taking him in, inch by inch, sighing as he got lower, stroking his face to let him know to take his time.
As Satoru’s asshole swallowed him whole, he sighed resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder to allow himself a few seconds to adjust to his size and something that was thicker than the two fingers that were pleasuring him just a few seconds ago.
Slowly, he lifted himself slightly before bringing himself back down, groaning as his ring of muscle stretched out.
“You really do want to be heard huh.”
“Will you shut up with that? Maybe it’s you that wants to be seen and heard.”
“Mmm, with someone as pretty as you sitting on my cock, of course I do.”
“Don’t call me pretty.”
Satoru slapped Suguru’s chest before wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him, tasting himself on his tongue.
He hadn’t realised how relaxed he had become as Suguru was now thrusting into him at the same time as Satoru was moving, the two having created the perfect rhythm.
Satoru’s head leaned back as he rode Suguru like there was no tomorrow, gasping for air, letting out small “yeses”, “fucks” and telling the man to go harder and deeper.
They heard more people enter the bathroom, so they slowed down, Satoru stilling and relishing the feeling of being filled. They were sure it was just one person in there with them: only the sound of a pair of footsteps, no chatter, just the sound of the tap on. Suguru loved having tortured the man previously so he thrusted up, prompting Satoru to let out an unwanted groan that luckily caught at the back of his throat. The guest left and Satoru again punched Suguru’s chest.
“You need to stop that.”
“If you’re so worried about being seen, why are you here letting me fuck you in a public bathroom.”
“Because you’re hot.” Satoru whispered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Noth-“ Suguru thrust into him again harshly, making Satoru cry out in pleasure.
“That’s what I thought.”
Satoru built up a rhythm again, holding onto Suguru’s broad shoulders bringing himself up and down, gradually building up the pace. Suguru’s cock was brushing against his bundle of nerves; he was so close, yet he was sure the other was avoiding doing so on purpose.
He ground himself down harder each time, wanting his prostate to be hit so he could feel that wave of pleasure, but Suguru’s strength kept him from doing so, teasing him and enjoying every minute of it.
“Please, please just go deeper.” At this point Satoru was close to tears. The droplets of water at the corner of his eyes had Suguru appreciating how beautiful this man was; how could someone look so pretty crying?
“Don’t touch yourself until I say you can.” Suguru began.
He lifted Satoru off of him getting him to stand up, following him and turning him around so he was face to face with the cubicle wall.
Suguru knelt down for a moment, tonguing the now slightly gaping hole that was filled by his cock a minute ago which caused Satoru to further cry out in pleasure. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but he was also curious to know how the rest of their session would play out.
Suguru darted his tongue in and out a few times, feeling the warmth of his walls between his wet muscle before standing up again, his olive chest contrasting against the paleness of Satoru’s back and murmured, “I think you’re ready now.”
Before Satoru could say anything, Suguru had thrust his cock in him, Satoru’s choked cries in pleasure, and began slowly arching his back more. Suguru’s hands lay at the base of his back, bending him slightly so he could fuck him at the best angle.
Suguru leant down to his ear saying, “I’ve seen the way you talk to other people. After tonight, you’re not going to want to look at them like that nor imagine what they’d do to you.”
After tonight? Was that a sign that they would see each other again after this? Satoru sure hoped so. Or was that to signal that he would never feel the same again no matter who he fucked.
“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes, I’m yours.”
“What was that?”
“I’m yours. This ass is for you. Please, use me.”
“That’s right. Don’t look at or even think of anyone else.”
Suguru pushed into him harder and faster; out all the way to the tip and back in all the way down to the base. He had hit Satoru’s sweet spot and he knew this with the way his head dropped lower, his legs spread wider and his back arched even more. Satoru couldn’t remember the last time he cried from getting fucked into oblivion or if he ever did. He usually took charge and was the one to make his partner feel good. In a position like this, Satoru would respond and push back but the overstimulation of coming not long ago and not having a moment to catch his breath had prevented him from doing so.
He was becoming a noisy mess, and this had excited Suguru even more.
He grabbed a handful of Satoru’s hair and pulled his head toward him; a sloppy kiss being exchanged between the two. Satoru’s tears were now falling. He felt so good, but he needed to be touched.
As if his mind was read, Suguru groaned, “I want to see your face when you come.”
Turning him around and kissing him, he wrapped Suguru’s legs around him then entered him once again, sighing at how it felt as though their bodies were moulded to fit each other.
“You can touch yourself now.”
Suguru wiped the tears out of Satoru’s eyes, kissing the corners of his eyes as they once again built up a steady rhythm.
Satoru crying out Suguru’s name was music to his ears as he pumped himself in time with the other entering and exiting him.
Their pacing had become more erratic, mainly Suguru’s and he could tell Satoru was close too with the way his tip was leaking and how tight his hole had become.
“Fuck, I’m so close Satoru.”
“Me… me too.”
As Suguru got closer to his release, he bit down on Satoru’s collarbone, grunting with each hard thrust before filling the condom with his hot seed.
“You feel so good around me, but I’m gonna need you to come for me now.” Suguru said, gradually coming down from his high.
At this point, Suguru pulled out of him, letting his legs down and put his hand on top of Satoru’s, aiding him to his climax.
After a few harsh strokes, Satoru came all over himself, painting his pink defined abs with his white liquid.
They were both breathing heavily, forehead to forehead, breath to breath. They could both feel the intimacy of the moment, but no words needed to be said.
Suguru removed the latex throwing it into the bin beside them and grabbed some tissue from the roll next to them and sat Satoru down on his lap again, helping to clean him up.
Satoru was exhausted; he laid his head on Suguru’s shoulder, relaxing into his touch.
“Someone’s tired.”
“You’re not?”
Suguru laughed. There was an indescribable warmth in the way he laughed, as if to let you know he wasn’t laughing at you, but that he enjoyed the mutual teasing and pining.
“You think we’re done?” Suguru questioned, making his lover look at his cock which was now slightly hard again.
“That’s a shame. I was hoping I could take you back to mine and give you a night to never forget.”
And with that, Satoru hastily cleaned himself, pulled his trousers up and helped Suguru get back to decency and dragged him out of the club.