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Suguru fucks hard into the tight heat in front of him. His chin is tucked into his chest and drops of sweat bead up on his brow. He looks down at the body of the person he’s fucking; Suguru’s hands are gripped tight around the pale, slim hips of a boy half his age. The skin beneath Suguru’s hands are bruised with dark handprints, a stark contrast against the porcelain backdrop. He raises his gaze and lands on the back of the boy’s head, a pale halo of sweat-filled white hair. The soft curve of his back is bent into a painful arch and his hands are clutching onto the desk he’s draped over as his body is shoved upwards with each of Suguru’s thrusts. The scent of sweat and sex fill the air as both of their pheromones respond to the rigorous activity.
“Se-sensei please,” the boy pleads. “No more.”
“Shhh, Satoru,” Suguru hushes as he lifts a hand to stroke the boy's sweat soaked back. “Don’t you want to be a good boy for sensei?”
“Y-yes, Sensei,” Satoru stutters out.
Suguru bites his lip as he pulls his hips back for a particularly punishing thrust, causing Satoru to yelp as he’s shoved face first onto the hard surface. Satoru’s hole is wrapped around his cock like a vice, Suguru fucking him so deep that he swears he can feel the boy’s heartbeat on his cock.
Satoru himself is a sobbing mess beneath him--an alpha was never built to take another’s cock after all. His poor hole feels as if it’s on fire, the rim around his Sensei’s cock feels puffy and heated almost as if someone had spanked it directly. But every time Sensei thrust deep enough, he hit a spot inside that made him see stars. The wet sound of their fucking embarasses Satoru. Every time Sensei thrust forward, he could hear the squelch of the artificial slick the older alpha had been gracious enough to use. It felt as if Sensei’s cock was carving out a place for itself inside him, and he reaches a hand down to feel the way his stomach bulges outward with each thrust. His hole is sore and his voice is hoarse from screaming but his Sensei hasn’t had enough yet. Satoru wants to beg for a break, but just the thought of Sensei being disappointed in him quells his traitorous thoughts.
“Tighter than any omega I’ve ever fucked,” Suguru moans appreciatively.
“R-really, Sensei?” Satoru breathes out. The fact that Satoru wasn’t an omega has always been a source of shame for the boy.
“Yes. Now arch your hips back higher. I still haven’t come yet, baby.”
At Suguru’s words, Satoru whimpers but does his best to raise his hips despite his shaking legs. The poor boy just wants to be a good boy for his Sensei but after three orgasms, he’s exhausted.
Suguru sighs, and Satoru flinches at the sound. “Do I have to do everything myself?”
Suguru places both of his hands back on the boy's hips and wrenches them up so that Satoru is on his toes with most of his weight forced onto his elbows.
“Now, what do you say?”
“S-sorry, Sensei. Thank you Sensei for disciplining me, ” Satoru rasps.
“Good boy,” Suguru soothes. His voice is a direct contradiction to the savage way he wrenches his hips back and thrusts forward while pulling Satoru back by the bruising grip he has around the boy’s waist. Suguru grinds his cock into the boy’s prostate when he’s in deep enough and immediately he can feel Satoru’s body seizing around the cock in his ass before the boy goes limp. From the way Satoru’s rim releases it’s vice-like grip on his dick, Suguru knows he must have fainted. Well, that’s not reason enough for him to stop. As he moves his hips in circles and simply enjoys the heat of Satoru’s body around his cock, Suguru thinks of the events that lead up to him having the alpha heir of the Gojo clan eagerly spreading his ass for him.
* * *
The first time Suguru lays eyes on the Gojo clan heir is when the brat is twelve years old. He’d heard of the kid beforehand of course. Who hadn’t? The first sorcerer born in centuries with both the Six-Eyes and Limitless cursed techniques. His very existence had thrown the Jujutsu world on its head. And seeing how Suguru had a personal grievance against the Gojo clan, it was important that he meet his future enemy, especially one as powerful as the Gojo brat.
He uses one of his cursed spirits to mask his cursed energy and alpha presence when he enters the clan grounds. He plans for the excursion to be a quick trip as long as he doesn't encounter a sorcerer of grade one or higher. The brat is easy enough to find despite the size of the Gojo clan compound since his cursed energy was basically a pulsating mass in the center. Suguru couldn’t ignore it even if he tried--the energy was reaching out pale tendrils of itself and tugging at him, as if it wanted to be found by him.
The tendrils of cursed energy caress his body in an embrace, as if they knew him. Suguru reaches out a hand to touch one of them and it arches against him in a way that makes him smile.
“You seem to really like me, huh?” he murmurs. The tendril simply droops and curls itself around his forearm in response. “Far be it for me to look a gift horse in the mouth. Lead the way to your master.” The energy perks up and starts to back up, pulling at Suguru’s robes occasionally to make sure he’s following.
When he gets close enough, he could even smell the kid's secondary gender. The pungent aroma of another alpha invades his senses, but strangely, it doesn’t grate on his nerves like others did. The cursed energy that led him there pulls itself back to join the pulsating mass surrounding the kid. The first thing he notices about the boy is the shocking mess of white hair that looks as if he just rolled out of bed. The kid has his back turned to Suguru and he’s wearing a blue kimono with dragonfly motifs sprinkled through the fabric. There’s a servant next to him with a pinched look on his face while the kid himself is casually looking off to the side with a bored look on his face. Suguru lets himself relax and takes his time to study the boy. His cursed energy is no joke, which is to be expected from someone who shifted the very balance of the Jujutsu World. But suddenly, the kid straightens up and turns his head around to face Suguru and he’s beheld with the full majesty of the Six-Eyes. Even from how far Suguru is standing, their color is the first thing he notices about the eyes--a shocking light blue, the shade of a polished aquamarine gemstone, with flecks of silver laced throughout. It feels as if the boy is looking into his very soul, as if all of Suguru's sins are laid bare in front of a boy half his age which should be impossible since he’s masking his presence. For the first time in a long while, Suguru feels a sense of dread creep down his spine.
The moment is broken when the kid suddenly smirks and reaches his right hand up to pull his bottom eyelid down while sticking his tongue out at Suguru. His eyes widen before he finds himself breaking out in a chuckle at the ridiculous look on the boy's face. Emboldened, the kid puffs up his cheeks and places his wide open hands on either side of his face while crossing his eyes.
“Pft-,” he quickly reaches up a hand to cover his voice; his cursed spirit doesn’t mask any sounds he makes.
“Young master Satoru, we should really head inside now. The Clan head was looking for you earlier,” the servant beside the boy pleads, a little put off by the way Satoru seems to be making faces at thin air. Instantly, the boy deflates and any pleasure he gained from messing around with Suguru is gone. His eyes dart to where Suguru is hiding and Suguru briefly wonders if he should’ve taken up Miguel on his suggestion for backup, before Satoru turns away.
“Let’s go,” the boy says stiffly as he heads back inside leaving the servant to follow.
Even when the boy is gone, Suguru spends a long moment looking at where he previously stood. “Gojo Satoru,” he tests the name in his mouth and smiles slowly. He’d remember the boy.
* * *
The second time Suguru lays eyes on the Gojo clan heir is when he’s been hired to tutor the boy. It had taken a little bit of shady dealings but he finally managed to weasel his way into the Gojo clan. A beta maid led him towards the room where he would tutor the young heir. They walk down a long hallway together as the young maid chatters on, spilling more information than her masters would probably be comfortable with.
“Oh I’m so glad you’re here, Geto-san. Your credentials are impeccable! The rest of the servants and I have been really distraught because of the Young Master.”
“Really?” Suguru smiles down at her encouragingly. It would be useful to get as much information as he could.
The maid blushes, and emboldened by his welcoming demeanor continues to talk. “Yes he’s simply out of control. The Young Master managed to scare off the previous three tutors that the Head hired. He’s a menace. He thinks just because he’s the bearer of the Six Eyes and Limitless, he’s somehow superior to everyone else in the world.”
‘Isn’t that true though?’ Suguru thought idly, tuning out the maid. Suguru himself was an extremely strong sorcerer, but even he couldn’t come close to the might of the Gojo brat once he fully masters his powers. Which was why he’d have to bring the boy over to his side while he was still young and impressionable.
What must it be like, to be able to kill with a single thought? To have the power of a god at your fingertips? A heavy burden to bear for someone so young.
Suguru’s brought back to reality when the maid’s voice suddenly stops, and he looks up to see that they arrived at a pair of tall, oak double doors. Before opening them, the maid hesitates and leans forward into Suguru’s personal space, as if what she was about to say was a secret.
“I’m not supposed to tell you this, but right now the Young Master’s cursed techniques are very . . . patchy.” She pauses for a second and sends a quick look down the hallway to make sure no one was eavesdropping before continuing, “He’s having a hard time controlling them which is understandable but just in case you were worried. He doesn’t have access to them at all times . Please don’t tell anyone though!”
‘Ah. So she is telling me a secret.’ Suguru thought to himself amusingly. ‘What would happen if I were to let this information leak to the other clans? What would the current Head be willing to give in order to keep this a secret?’
“You don’t have to worry,” Suguru mimed sealing his lips with an imaginary zipper. “My lips are sealed.”
The maid blushed, completely unaware of how the information she so freely gave out would end up getting her master killed if it were to fall into the wrong hands, before turning to the doors and knocking on them.
“Young Master? Your new tutor is here to meet with you.”
There’s no response.
The maid turns back and sends Suguru an apologetic look before knocking on the doors once more. “Young Master, I’m coming in now with the new tutor the current Head prepared for you. Please remember to be courteous.” Again, no answer but this time the maid shoulders through the silence and pushes both doors open before taking a few steps into the room, waving Suguru in as well.
When Suguru walks in, the first thing he notices is the great pulsating mass of cursed energy that seems to be focused in the center of the room. The energy was a pale color and exceedingly cold but not hostile. In fact, as soon as Suguru entered the room it seemed to reach out tendrils of itself to envelop Suguru’s body and caress him. However, this must not have been a universal experience because he notices the maid next to him shivering in fear. The second thing Suguru notices is the pungent aroma of another alpha. Suguru is reminded of the time all those years ago when he broke into the Gojo clan compound to see the heir for himself.
The boy himself is sitting in front of a window with his back turned to them. The light shining through makes his shocking mess of white hair look even more blinding than it already is. Even without his unsettling gaze, the mass of cursed energy is enough to make Suguru think twice about trying anything.
“Y-young Master,” the maid stutters out. “I-i’ve arrived with your t-tutor.”
At her voice, Gojo Satoru turns his face around and once again Suguru is beheld with the full majesty of the Six-Eyes. Like all those years ago, the first thing he notices is their color; a vivid mix of light blue with specks of darker aquamarine thrown in. Satoru’s eyes appear as if they glowed from within. Once again it feels as if the boy is looking into his very soul, as if all of Suguru's sins are laid bare in front of a boy barely half his age. Suguru is more prepared this time however, and manages to mask his unease. Despite their beauty, there’s no emotion in those eyes when they look at him. As if he’s so insignificant that he barely deserves a reaction from their bearer. The boy's skin is white, the color of porcelain and there’s not a blemish or a mark on him which is strange considering he’s a Jujutsu Sorcerer. ‘The influence of Limitless no doubt.’
Now that he can look at him face to face, Suguru quickly gauges that the boy looks to be about sixteen. He’s wearing another kimono, however this time it’s a solid grey color, no dragonfly motifs to be found. Suguru mentally shakes himself out of his memories and strides towards the boy with his most reassuring smile while the maid slips away unnoticed by either of them.
“Gojo Satoru I assume? My name is Geto Suguru and I’ll be your new tutor starting from today.”
The boy barely reacts, only responding by looking Suguru’s body up and down, his expression clearly stating that he isn’t impressed by what he sees. Suguru clenches his jaw but manages to keep a smile on his face in front of the brat’s blatant disrespect. ‘Keep it together Suguru. He may be an asshole but he’s one of the strongest assholes to ever walk this earth.’
“You’re the tutor the old man chose?” Satoru scoffs. “You look just as boring and weak as the rest of them.”
Suguru feels a tic in his jaw but manages to respond evenly, “Appearances can be deceiving you know. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘don't judge a book by its cover’?”
The brat rolls his eyes so hard Suguru is surprised they don’t fall out of his head. “Of course I have, old man. Not only are your looks disappointing, your skills are too. I can see right through you with my Six Eyes, remember?”
Suguru narrows his eyes. He’s almost out of patience for this spoiled young master. He lets some of his cursed energy and alpha presence leak from where he’s kept it suppressed and watches in satisfaction as the brat snaps to attention from his previous sprawl. “I’d say that at the level you’re at right now, I’m more than a match for you.”
Satoru looks him up and down once again, but this time more cautiously. Despite his wariness, he still manages to snipe back. “So what, you’re an alpha and you’ve got cursed energy. Congrats, those are the bare minimum requirements to be my tutor. You want a medal or something?”
Suguru’s jaw might snap from how tight he’s clenching it. ‘Yes he’s insufferable, but you need him. This is all for the sake of the future you’ve envisioned. Think of Mimiko and Nanako.’
“Besides, at your age I doubt you could keep up with me anyway.”
‘I’m going to crush this boy beneath my boot.’
* * *
The next few days are literal hell. The boy is absolutely insufferable, blatantly ignoring Suguru’s lessons when he deigns to show up at all. He plays childish pranks on Suguru, like balancing a pail of water on the doorway to spill onto him, placing a whoopie cushion on his seat when Suguru isn't looking and, Satoru’s favorite, putting an unholy amount of sugar into Suguru’s coffee. Satoru also seems to have a fondness for constantly challenging Suguru’s every move, with his voice oozing disrespect everytime he speaks. Satoru calls him Sensei, but in a tone that clearly tells Suguru that he doesn’t view him as a teacher which aggravates Suguru’s alpha instincts to no end.
Despite Satoru’s inane behavior, Suguru learns a lot about the boy due to their close contact. The brat has an unrivaled sweet tooth, and Suguru can count on one hand the amount of times he’s come to class without some type of sugary treat. He doesn’t seem to have any hobbies, and in the boy’s own words, ‘I can do anything I try so there’s no point in getting too involved with anything.’ Satoru also has a strange obsession with Digimon of all things, and try as he might Suguru, can’t figure out why. But the biggest thing Suguru has noticed about Satoru is that the boy is unequivocally, desperately lonely. Something not even his own father appears to notice, or maybe he just doesn't care. Satoru’s the strongest Jujutsu Shaman to ever live and because of that he sits at the pinnacle of their world. But it’s lonely at the top, especially when there’s no one willing to extend a hand. The brat is so emotionally constipated that there’s no way he’d ever make the first move. So Satoru sits at his peak, from where everyone else looks like ants to him, and throws insults down to mask how desperate he is for someone to share his burden. Suguru almost feels sorry for the boy, but not sorry enough to turn a blind eye to when he almost lights Suguru’s hair on fire.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Suguru demands. He tries to swipe at the boy but is stopped in midair by Limitless while Satoru himself reaches a finger up to pull down his undereye and stick his tongue out.
“I swear to god, once I get my hands on you I’m going to beat your ass,” Suguru growls as he tries in vain to push through Limitless. “Your father obviously didn’t discipline you enough as a child.”
“How? You can’t even touch me old man,” Satoru yawns. He leans against a wall next to where he’s standing, completely ignoring the way Suguru is furiously trying to grab him. “Aren’t you embarrassed getting so worked up against someone half your age?”
Suguru should be, but there’s something so infuriating about Satoru Gojo. His demeanor, his expressions, his goddamn voice, everything just makes someone want to punch the brat in the face. The only reason no one has tried yet is because they’d never be able to get through his damned cursed technique.
Suddenly, the overbearing presence of Satoru’s cursed energy vanishes and because of his previous momentum, Suguru is falling towards the boy. He sees Satoru flinching away in surprise, and Suguru quickly raises his arms up to slam them down on either side of the boy’s head, stopping his fall an inch away from Satoru’s nose. Both his own and Satoru’s eyes have gone wide with shock, neither of them expecting what had occured. In that moment, Suguru is reminded of the maid's words, about how Satoru didn’t have complete control over his powers and how sometimes they’d just come and go. Suguru feels a grin creeping across his face, at the sight of which Satoru’s eyes widen even further.
“What did you say about me not being able to catch you?” Suguru chuckles menacingly. Before the boy has time to react, he quickly grabs him by the back of his shirt and drags him towards a chair. The whole time Satoru is squirming his body and kicking his legs in an attempt to get Suguru to release his grip.
“You’re gonna regret this old man!” Satoru says desperately.
“No I don’t think I will,” Suguru sits down in the chair and drags the boy over his knees, using one hand to push his head down so he has no leverage. Satoru’s waist is resting on one of Suguru’s knees which he raises in order to bring the boy's ass higher. Satoru’s laughably weak for a Jujutsu Sorcerer, since he always relies on his cursed techniques. Maybe if he listened to some of Suguru’s lessons, he could’ve polished his martial arts skills. But as he is now, Suguru can easily hold him down. Suguru takes a moment to admire the boy's beautiful arch and the way his pert ass is balanced right in front of his face, something that he’d previously ignored due to Satoru’s aggravating behavior. Then he reaches a hand up and brings it down hard.
“What the hell are you doing?” Satoru shrieks, flailing his arms back in an attempt to ward off Suguru’s blows. Suguru rolls his eyes and lets out a quick burst of his alpha scent that has the boy cowering quickly enough. Despite his bravado, Satoru is no match for an alpha of Suguru’s calibre, especially without his cursed energy.
“If you’re gonna act like a child, then I’m going to treat you like one. Count.” With those words, Suguru raises his hand and brings it down roughly on Satoru’s clothed ass. He makes sure to add enough sting to each blow that Satoru feels it even through his layers.
Satoru’s breath had hitched after the first blow, but quickly enough he’s shrieking in indignation. There’s a heat rising in his ass and it seems as if he can feel each blow in his bones. A third and fourth blow comes down right on the meat of his ass, and despite himself, he lets out a whimper at the deep seated pain that blooms afterwards. Sensei is raining down hits indiscriminately, but when one blow lands on top of the another, the sensation builds. Satoru silently sends a thanks up above that he still has his kimono on as a barrier against the spanks.
“You’re not counting,” Suguru sings. He grabs the bottom of Satoru’s kimono and pulls it up to bare that beautiful ass in all its glory. The plush surface is already tinged a slight pink from Suguru’s previous blows and it’s a beautiful contrast to the surrounding pale skin. Suguru delights in the fact that he’s probably one of the first people to ever leave a mark on the boy.
“No underwear? How scandalous Satoru,” Suguru grins down at the boy.
“Fuck off,” Satoru grits out. The cool air on his ass is a blessed reprieve from the heat that was previously building but now there’s no barrier between him and Sensei’s hand.
“The longer you insist on being stubborn, the longer this is going to last,” Suguru reminds the boy, secretly hoping he continues his stubborn streak.
Sensei spanks him again and again, and the feel of the older man's hand on Satoru’s bare ass sends a shock through his body, completely different from before. The pain is much sharper and he can feel every callus on Sensei’s hand, as if they’re imprinting themselves on his ass. Satoru tries to squirm away but Sensei’s grip is like steel, and for the first time in his life, Satoru is afraid. Sensei’s next blow reverberates through his body, and suddenly Satoru is aware of the fact that he’s half-hard in his kimono. White-hot shame runs through his body and all of a sudden Satoru just desperately wants to get this over with.
“S-seven,” Satoru whispers.
Suguru leans down and cups a hand around his ear in exaggeration, “Sorry? What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you since I’m such an old man. You’re gonna have to speak up.”
Satoru bites his lip, he wants to scream in frustration but he holds himself back. “Seven.”
Suguru crinkles his eyes in amusement, “Awww that’s cute, you don’t even know how to count. What have they been teaching you here? You’re supposed to start at one.”
Satoru wants to cry, “O-one.”
“Good boy! See, you do know how to behave.”
Satoru ignores how his dick gets harder at Sensei’s words and how heat pools low in his abdomen. Despite his words, Sensei doesn’t let up on the spanking and his next blow comes down red hot. Satoru claps a hand to his mouth to muffle his cry and just barely remembers to count it.
Sensei continues to land hit after hit on Satoru’s already aching ass, and the previous heat begins to morph into a deep seated burn. Satoru’s dick is harder than ever and despite the pain, he raises his ass into the blows in an attempt to prevent Sensei from noticing. Every blow shoves him forward and drags his cock against the cloth surface of his kimono, scraping across the head and sending a mixture of pain and pleasure up his spine. The next blow comes down harder than the previous ones, causing Satoru’s arms to give out and his cock to slam abruptly against Sensei’s thighs. Immediately, the older man pauses the spanking and Satoru shuts his eyes in shame.
“Are you hard right now?” Suguru says in awe. There’s no response from the boy on his lap, but the feeling of an unmistakable hard-on against his thigh is answer enough and Suguru can’t help but laugh.
“Who would’ve known, the alpha heir to the Gojo clan, bearer of both the Six Eyes and Limitless, as well as the strongest sorcerer in generations is a pain slut.”
Satoru actually starts crying this time, not because of the pain but because Sensei’s words only aroused him even more.
“Well, who am I to deny the Young Master what he wants,” Suguru says mockingly. He raises his hand and brings it down again and again on Satoru’s plush ass, delighting in the way it shakes with each blow. Now that Suguru’s found out, Satoru has given up the pretense of hiding his hard-on, thrusting forward against his Sensei’s thigh with each blow, the pain only serving to heighten the pleasure. He can feel the beginnings of his knot forming around the base of his cock, and Satoru desperately wishes he had a tight heat he could lock into.
Suguru brings down his hand hard on the meatiest part of Satoru’s ass and with a muffled scream, he comes hard against his kimono. Satoru is gone, floating in a blissful space free of the burdens that plague his mind everyday.
Suguru feels the boy’s body go slack in his lap, and he can feel a growing wet spot on his thigh. He takes a moment to admire the bright heat of Satoru’s ass. The plush surface is tinged a cherry red, and when Suguru hovers a hand over it, he can feel the warmth radiating from the skin. Such a shame that the poor boy was born an alpha. He’d make such a pretty omega. As he watches the unconscious boy in his lap, he suddenly remembers a practice he read about long ago when he’d been hunting through some classified archives. A practice that would suit the young alpha perfectly and would do wonders for his behavioral problems.
* * *
The first thing he teaches the boy is how to suck dick properly. Despite Satoru’s previous claim about how he can do anything he tries, the boy is absolutely terrible at sucking dick. Suguru positions the boy below his desk on his knees and pulls his cock out to rest against his thigh. As soon as Satoru sees it, his eyes go wide in shock, and Suguru mentally preens at the unintended compliment.
“What, you've never seen an alpha cock before? It’s not gonna bite you,” Suguru scoffs.
Instantly the boy bristles, “Of course I have.” Despite his bold words, Satoru mentally gulps at the sight of Sensei’s soft cock; it’s an absolute monster, thick as a coke can and half as long as Satoru’s forearm. It’s a red color, with thick veins running up the sides and a foreskin that covers the head. He can see the beginnings of Sensei’s knot at the base of it, and just the thought of taking that monster down his throat has it spasming. He feels a small current of shame run down his spine, and despite being an alpha as well, Satoru’s cock is nowhere near as big as the one in front of him. Satoru should’ve expected it though, from Sensei’s appearance itself. He’d never paid much mind to it, but now that he’s on his knees in front of the man he realizes just how big his Sensei is. The older man is broad shouldered and there’s muscle cording through his body. There’s not an ounce of fat on the man. Scars cover his barrel-like chest and Satoru thinks of how easy it would be for the older man to simply snap his neck.
“Well? It’s not gonna suck itself,” Suguru prompts.
Satoru jolts out of his reverie and stiffens. He tentatively reaches a hand out to grab the cock in front of him, slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru’s hand barely covers the circumference and he’s reminded again that he’s expected to take that monster down his throat. He uses his other hand to massage the deflated knot sitting at the base and is rewarded with a sharp hiss from above. Emboldened, Satoru leans his head forward and licks the side of Sensei’s cock but immediately flinches at the taste.
Suguru snickers at the expression on the boy’s face. Seeing him lean his head that close to Suguru’s cock has it hardening with anticipation. He watches the brat freeze as the cock grows in his hands. The sharp contrast of Satoru’s pale, unblemished hands against the ruddy skin of his cock makes him feel like a dirty old man but the thought of fucking into the tight heat of the boys throat drowns it out.
Suddenly, a determined expression crosses Satoru’s face and Suguru watches as the boy leans forward and lays soft kitten licks at the head of his cock. His other hand continues to slowly pump the length of Suguru’s cock, and he can’t help the slight hitch of his hips at the first touch of Satoru’s tongue.
“As much as I love this, you’re gonna have to hurry it up. I have a meeting with your father in twenty minutes and I’d really rather not meet him with my dick hard.”
Satoru scrunches his face at the mention of his father, but opens those pretty pink lips of his to slowly take the bulbous head into his mouth.
“That’s it,” Suguru hisses out. The heat of Satoru’s mouth is incredible. “Slowly,” He reaches a hand out to rest it on the back of Satoru’s head and presses down gently. Slowly, the length of Suguru’s cock enters Satoru’s mouth and the poor boy’s eyes widen when it first touches the back of his throat. He immediately gags and tries to wrench his head back but is stopped by Suguru’s hand.
“Breathe through your nose,” Suguru coaxes. “And watch your teeth.”
For a second, there’s panic in Satoru’s eyes as he struggles to breathe but at Sensei’s words, he desperately breathes in through his nose, calming down as his lungs fill with oxygen. As soon as the panic leaves the boy’s eyes, Suguru starts to press down again on the back of Satoru’s head. Suguru’s length enters Satoru’s throat, and immediately he can feel it spasming on his dick. The tight constriction feels heavenly against his length and it takes everything in Suguru’s power not to ruin the boy's throat. Suguru looks down and almost cums--Satoru’s pretty pink lips are stretched tight around Suguru’s cock, his normally bright eyes are glassy, and there’s drool seeping down the sides of his mouth which are slick with spit and precum. There are tears pooling in those beautiful eyes, and despite the desperate spasming of Satoru’s throat, he can see the boy's hips twitching with every swallow. There’s a heat building in the pit of Suguru’s stomach, and he can feel his knot throbbing at the base of his cock. Suguru isn't going to last much longer.
The ache in Satoru’s jaw is overwhelming even though he’s only taken half of Sensei’s length. He can feel drool dripping down his chin and there are tears in his eyes that are on the cusp of falling. Satoru narrows his eyes at how unaffected the older man looks, and experimentally hollows his cheeks the way he’s seen omegas do in pornos. He’s rewarded with a sharp hitch in Sensei’s breathing and suddenly Satoru wants to see what other reactions he can get out of the man. He reaches a hand up and resumes massaging the knot at the base of Sensei’s cock, knowing from experience that it’s incredibly sensitive.
When Satoru begins to dig his tongue into the slit at the tip of Suguru’s cock, he feels his balls drawing up tight and before he knows it, he cums into the wet heat of the boy's mouth with gritted teeth. Suguru’s hands tighten in Satoru’s white hair and he bends over the boy's head while he cums.
Satoru’s eyes widen and he chokes at the hot spurt of cum that hits his throat but because of the persistent hand at the back of his head, he has no choice but to swallow the liquid in his mouth. The tears in his eyes finally fall as he desperately braces himself on Sensei’s thighs. There’s an intense heat in the pit of his stomach as the cum settles, and it continues to pour long after he thinks it’s done. Satoru whimpers as he feels his stomach cramping and swelling from how much liquid is poured down his throat. When Sensei is finally done, he slowly pulls his soft cock out of Satoru’s mouth. There’s a string of drool connecting Satoru’s lip to the older man’s cock and he quickly swings a hand to get rid of it.
“Disgusting,” Satoru croaks out, reaching a hand up to wipe the traces of Sensei’s cum that leaked from the edges of his mouth.
Suguru raises an eyebrow and sends a pointed look down to the noticeable wet spot on the boy's kimono. “You didn’t seem to mind the taste much.”
He’s rewarded with a furious blush that tinges Satoru’s cheeks a fetching shade of pink. Suguru feels his cock trying to stir again, but at his age, he won’t be able to go again that soon. He turns his gaze downward and admires the way Satoru’s stomach bulges outward slightly from the amount of cum he’d pumped into the boy's guts. Suguru watches as Satoru unconsciously raises a hand to rub at the swollen skin. He’d need to pump as much cum as possible into the boy if he wanted this to work.
* * *
Suguru pushes a naked Satoru slowly back onto a thick desk. His porcelain skin lays stark against the dark backdrop and Suguru admires the marks and bites he’s left on the boy. Satoru seems completely changed from a few months back--the previous harsh lines of his body have softened into more pronounced curves, there’s a swelling in his chest area and his cock, formerly a good size for an alpha his age, has shrunk into something resembling an overgrown clit more than anything. His personality has also seemed to turn for the better--his previous combative nature replaced with something more whorish and agreeing. Even now, Satoru was biting his lip and looking up at his Sensei through his eyelashes, practically begging to be fucked.
“Turn over and present,” Suguru says.
Immediately Satoru turns over and presents, elbows pressed to the wood with his ass arched high for Sensei’s pleasure. He feels Sensei reach his hand down to run a finger around his hole which clenches in response. Satoru’s body always responds readily to his Sensei.
Suguru moves his hand from Satoru’s back to part his cheeks. “So pretty,” he murmurs, eyes clearly pointed at his hole.
Satoru feels his cheeks heat with embarrassment as his hole twitches at the older man's words. “J-just fuck me already,” he manages to stutter out.
Suguru tsks. While Satoru is more agreeable, he still has some remnants of his old personality but Suguru doesn’t mind. It’s part of the charm of fucking the boy. He pushes two fingers into Satoru’s hole with the slick he always keeps on him since Satoru isn’t at a point in his transformation where he forms his own slick. Suguru knows Satoru’s body better than the boy himself does and his thick fingers immediately find the spot in Satoru’s body that makes him go crazy and starts to massage it.
Satoru lets out a loose moan. “Sensei, please!”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat earlier, I would’ve gone easier on you,” Suguru responds airily.
Suguru crooks his fingers upwards, sending sparks shooting up Satoru’s spine and making him cry out. Suguru adds another finger and then opens them. Satoru can feel his hole gaping open and the sting of the stretch goes straight to his cock. His hole tries to clench down but Sensei’s fingers are unyielding.
“You’re beautiful like this, Satoru. This is what you were meant for. Taking alpha dick,” Sensei whispers and Satoru can only whimper in response.
Suguru starts fingering him in earnest, his hand making obscene wet sounds as it plunges into his hole, occasionally widening his fingers to stretch it out. All Satoru can do is lie there and take it, his pleasure building continuously. He’s desperately bringing his hips back, trying to ride Sensei’s fingers to reach a peak that’s always just out of reach and Satoru starts crying from the frustration. Big, fat tears start running down his cheeks and he clenches his face with frustration, his hands scrabbling at the table.
“Please,” he cries. “Please S-sensei, let me come! I need to come!”
Suguru wrenches his fingers out of Satoru’s hole, causing him to cry out. Satoru can hear him pulling down his own pants and Suguru tugs out his thick, alpha cock to place in the middle of his cheeks. The weight of it causes saliva to pool in Satoru’s mouth. By now he’s intimately familiar with how that thick length feels parting his hole. Suguru pulls his hips back slowly and pushes them back forward, clenching Satoru’s hips from either side to create a tight, wet canyon for him to fuck into. Satoru desperately cants his hips back, hoping to catch his Sensei by surprise, but the older alpha only laughs and brings a hand down hard on his already sore ass, causing Satoru to yelp at the sting.
Once Satoru’s hole is loose enough that it’s still winking at him even after Suguru pulls his fingers out, he prepares his cock by slathering some of the leftover slick all over it. Then, Suguru pulls his hips back to rest the tip on Satoru’s hole, hands gripping the boy’s hips on either side. Pressing forward with the slightest pressure to stretch Satoru’s hole open around the tip, he pauses there for a second savoring the tight clench of Satoru’s hole around his cock. Suguru then slowly pushes his hips forward, and Satoru keens as he feels that thick length slowly splitting his hole wide open.
“Shhhh,” Sensei soothes when his hips finally smack wetly against Satoru’s ass. “You don’t want anyone else to find out do you?”
Satoru feels impossibly full and swears he can feel Sensei’s length bulging against his stomach. Sensei reaches one hand up to shove two fingers into Satoru’s mouth, running them over his tongue and causing saliva to pool and drip down the side of his lips.
“Of course I’m fine with an audience, but I don’t think your Father would be too pleased with what he’d see,” Suguru chuckles.
The thought of his father seeing him like this, legs spread open and ass split wide for another alpha’s cock makes Satoru’s own cock throb so hard he aches with it. He tries to speak but Sensei’s fingers make that extremely difficult and all that leaves his lips are frantic groans.
“Hmmm, maybe we’ll save that for another time,” Suguru murmurs in response as he begins to move, slow shallow strokes that just barely brush against Satoru’s prostate which only serves to elevate his frustration. But pinned down beneath his Sensei’s weight, there’s not much else he can do but take it. He bites down on Sensei’s fingers but that does little to hurry the older alpha. Just as he’s getting used to the shallow rhythm, Sensei pulls back almost completely and slams his hips inside, nailing Satoru’s prostate. Satoru lets out a broken scream in response, hands scrambling at the desk to escape the sudden pleasure that spikes through his body.
“Pain slut.” Suguru smirks as he stops to grind against the little nub inside his hole.
Satoru feels frayed, as if he’s breaking apart at the seams. The relentless pressure inside builds with every stroke of Sensei’s dick as he once again pulls back and plunges forward with a filthy squelch. The thrusts grow heavier, cramming deep into his hole and running over his prostate, leaving Satoru’s cock dripping a thin, watery liquid as he sobs and twitches at the older alpha’s whim. A hand kneads his already sore ass and pulls one cheek apart so that his Sensei can get a clear look at the tight hole he’s fucking into and Satoru finds himself franticly pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Come.”
His Sensei’s order is what finally pushes him over the edge. Satoru comes, his whole body seizing around the cock in his ass. He’s whining around Sensei’s fingers, drooling down his hand as his hips jerk wildly, spreading cum under his stomach. Satoru collapses onto the table, a fucked-out mess but Sensei keeps going and Satoru can feel the threat of his alpha’s knot growing against his ass. He sobs with every thrust into his body, desperately trying to jerk his hips away. Despite how many times he’s already taken the older alpha’s knot, it still feels like the first time.
“T-too much,” he warbles around the fingers still in his mouth.
“You can take it. I know you can. Be good for me just a little longer, Satoru,” Sensei responds, fucking the boy with a languid pace now that he’s come, knot still small enough to pop in and out.
Satoru shuts his eyes and loses himself in the sensations of his Sensei’s knot wrenching his poor hole open with each thrust. He loses track of how long the older alpha uses him, his cock chubbing back up in interest. Suddenly he’s brought back to reality when Sensei pulls his hips back and his knot refuses to come out, wrenching at Satoru’s already aching hole. Sensei grinds once, twice and suddenly grows tense, coming with a grunt. Satoru can feel him, his heavy cock twitching with each spurt of semen and before he knows it, his eyes are rolling back as he paints his stomach white with another orgasm. He loses himself for a moment, and when he comes back, Sensei’s heavy weight is slumped over his and Satoru can feel each pant against the back of his neck.
Satoru is exhausted, shuddering with every miniscule twitch of sensei’s hips, hole sore from where it’s clenching around his alpha’s knot. He can feel his stomach cramping from the amount of cum the older alpha has forced into his guts, but now he welcomes the stretch. It reminds him of how he is still wanted, despite his shortcomings. With that final thought, Satoru drifts off from exhaustion.
As he feels the boy’s body go slack, Suguru slowly tugs at where his knot is locked in Satoru’s tight hole and watches as the skin of his rim bulges outward. Satoru’s poor hole is pulled taut around Suguru’s knot, and there’s a dribble of cum leaking from the side. Since it could be a while until he can pull away, Suguru settles against the boy’s body to wait for his knot to go down. The bitching process had gone even better than he thought it would. Satoru was a complete natural. He thinks for a moment and then leans forward to grab his phone from where it sits on the desk. He needs to call the rest of his family and let them know that they’ll soon be gaining a new addition.