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The heated and humid atmosphere inside the house feels suffocating; his head feeling lighter by the second as he breathes the hot air into his lungs. The summer heat envelops his body, sweat drops making a path down his back.
In his family’s beach house, lying in the center of the coastal city, the windows are open yet no breeze comes in.
Looking around, he meets the miffed look on his friend’s face. She’s using the same bitter expression as she does on a daily basis.
Although he supposes her sour attitude is justified now, his gaze stays impassive.
They’ve been at this for hours on end, a product of a stupid bet; he has a competitive soul, and can’t help it.
Looking down at the colorful pieces, he notices he might still have some chance to win. His frown deepens as he tries to come up with a new strategy; he’s a math prodigy for fuck’s sake, this game shouldn’t be so hard.
After taking his sweet time making a decision, he takes one last look at the board and–
“Bitch, can you throw a fucking card already?” Shoko complains, hand supporting her head, tired and fierce eyes locked on him.
Utahime sighs, “I’m not getting any younger here.”
Satoru beams at them, “I can tell ‘Hime.”
“Your wrinkles are showing, premature aging is no joke, you know?” he chuckles, sipping from his strawberry soda can, which Shoko despises, claiming it’s disgustingly sweet.
She scoffs, opening her mouth to object but he interrupts, “ –also, we wouldn’t be here if you had won at least one round, Shoko.” looking at the remains of his beverage, he adds, “I thought med students were supposed to be smart.”
The loud smack resonates as she lands a hit on his head.
“Bitch, what the fuck–” he laughs, soothing the ache on his scalp.
Standing up from her seat, she places a cigarette on her lips. “I see the lack of dick is making you even more insufferable, huh?”
The pink flush colors his cheeks, making it evident how right she is. “Shut up, it’s not–” he looks around, trying to save face, unsuccessfully.
She pulls out her lighter, the custom one Suguru gifted her for her birthday. With one flick, she lights the end of the cigarette; holding it gracefully, she takes a pull.
“Whatever you say, lover boy.” Shoko mocks him, before walking out to the balcony.
After a loud, stretched-out yawn, Utahime accommodates in her seat. “ –let’s finish this, loser.”
At this point, it’s only the two of them playing; Haibara had lost interest an hour ago, saying he would rather focus on his switch game.
“On the count of three.”
One, two, three.
Satoru groans, defeated.
The number on her card is higher, she wins.
Although, it takes Utahime a few seconds to realize it. Drowsy eyes stare at the board, then at him, “You fucking loser!” she yells, euphoric.
Satoru sighs, smashing the can with his hands, “Congrats on your first-ever win, Hime,” he says, not hiding the bitterness in his voice. Standing up, he steps back and shoots the can to the trashcan, failing miserably.
“You’re a petty bitch,” Utahime bursts out laughing, wiping the tears forming in her eyes. “Good luck cooking for us all week!”
“Whatever, one-time winner.” he talks back, walking through the hallway.
In the kitchen, Satoru opens the fridge, inspecting the variety of soda flavors Haibara bought, claiming he wanted to taste all of them. His eyes lock on the dessert he brought for Suguru.
It’s strange being away from Suguru. They’d been joined at the hip even before they started dating a year ago, therefore Satoru feels as if time is barely passing, counting the hours for his boyfriend to get to the beach house.
After the examination period ended, the whole group decided to take a few days off to spend together. Unfortunately (for him), two weeks ago Suguru left to visit his family in the countryside; he didn’t consider himself to be the clingy type, but now he’s not so sure.
Shoko didn’t lie when she stated the lack of dick is making him insufferable, and there’s only so much his fingers can do when Suguru’s feel so much better. His core jumps at the mere thought.
And to top it all off, they’re not even sexting. Suguru always cuts off his advances when he tries to start some fun…he’s been longing immensely for his boyfriend’s attention.
At night, Suguru asks him how his day went, sometimes he sends a few pictures of the beautiful landscapes of his town or some of the family cat, and if he’s lucky, he gets a selfie.
Two weeks isn’t even that much but he’s not used to it, and seeing Suguru’s handsome face makes him feel desperate.
Hopefully, his suffering won’t be prolonged much longer. Suguru has a five-hour drive to the beach house, picking up Nanami on the way. If all goes well, they should arrive at midnight.
Something ugly stirs in his gut. Earlier, he saw the dark clouds decorating the sky, accompanied by the suffocating hot weather they’d been experiencing all day long.
He hopes Suguru and Nanami make it before a storm rolls in.
“Gojo–” a voice snatches him from his reverie.
The tall man jumps, recomposing himself quickly to find Haibara’s face posing an amused grin. “Hey, want some?” Satoru offers, grabbing some random can, pretending like he has not been staring straight at the open fridge while out in space.
“Sure, you good?” he laughs, “we should watch a movie,” Haibara adds, taking the can from his hand.
“Yeah, fine with me.” Satoru agrees, grabbing another strawberry-flavored can before closing the fridge door. A distraction could help him ignore his anxious thoughts, at least for a while, he supposes.
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To: Suguru ♡
How long? :(
To: Suguru ♡
Everything okay??
To: Suguru ♡
are u still alive?
He’s been texting Suguru nonstop. A few hours passed and there was still no response.
Outdoors the sky seems to fall apart, a thunderstorm rages cruelly.
Reclining on his seat, he sighs. Satoru hasn’t been able to mask the undying worry on his face, foot tapping incessantly. His phone screen shows 01:23 AM, they should’ve arrived at least one hour ago.
The TV is still on, its sound filling the tense atmosphere. Haibara wanted to marathon Star Wars, and yet he managed to fall asleep 30 minutes into the first movie. Utahime did as well, long asleep in the only bedroom there is, which they previously decided to leave for the girls.
He couldn’t blame them, they had a long tiring day, and maybe he is just being paranoid.
At least, Shoko is there to keep him company, smoking her god knows which cigarette, he lost count.
They keep silent, staring at the screen without truly watching. Satoru can’t bring himself to pay attention, too fixated on his phone, locking and unlocking the device expecting one specific notification to appear…until it does.
From: Suguru ♡
Hey, love
we’re fine
From: Suguru ♡
the storm threw us off
be there in 30
The trapped air in his lungs finally escaped as he exhaled deeply. “They’re fine.”
Shoko’s expression softened, as she put out her cigarette on the ashtray.
It’s already 2:00 AM when they hear the engine going off.
Satoru sprints to the door, not thinking twice before opening it and throwing himself into the arms of a completely soaked Suguru. Annoyed, Nanami passes by them, ignoring the whole love fest.
Suguru chuckles, embracing his waist while getting showered in rough and sloppy kisses. “Hey–” he mutters, his tone soft and sweet while dragging a heavy Satoru, “ –let's go inside, ‘Toru, you’ll get sick.”
After drying off and settling down to eat, Suguru and Nanami explain how the storm caught them in the middle of the road, leaving them with no signal and forcing them to wait next to a gas station until the worst passed.
“Hmm, makes sense.” Shoko utters, “Gojo here was acting like a whole military wife though.”
Feigning offense, Satoru gasps. “Says the one who smoked a whole pack in like 10 minutes–”
Amused, Suguru laughs as he watches his favorite people bickering, feeling glad to be back.
Before things escalate, Nanami interrupts, “Whatever, I’m exhausted, how do we plan to sleep?”
“Haibara and you–” he points to the blissfully unaware, passed out man, “ –here on the couch, the girls in the bedroom and I've already set the mattress in the dining room for Suguru and me,” Satoru explains.
It takes them a few minutes to get things done, clean the dishes left, exchange some pillows, and prepare to sleep overall.
Afterward, Nanami turns off the living room light, making it loud and clear that he wants to sleep immediately. Hopefully, he’ll get to rest for a few hours…
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Outside, the storm has subsided, leaving only the soothing sound of raindrops to be heard.
After turning the kitchen lights off, Suguru lies down on the mattress. Head on the pillow, he closes his eyes and exhales deeply, trying to bear down some of the tension accumulated in his muscles. Even if his body craves sleep desperately, the anxiety of his long treacherous drive has not worn off yet.
Satoru’s presence is calming while coursing his hands through his long hair, rutting his nails softly on his scalp.
He had longed to see his white-haired minx. Nonetheless, while sharing a room with his younger twin sisters, he decided to keep his phone use to the bare minimum. First, because he wanted to spend time with his loved ones, and second, because he knew how mischievous the older one could get.
Suguru turns to his side, pulling Satoru closer, breathing in his mellow citrusy and lavender scent. He leaves an arm to sit around his waist.
The rain has made the heat more bearable, however, Satoru decided to wear only his briefs to bed, even if they were sharing the house with four other people.
Between short pecks to his lips, “I missed you,” Satoru whispers.
Suguru lets out a breathy laugh, hand caressing the soft skin on his boyfriend’s back. “Did you? Hmm?”
“I can’t say I noticed,” he hums, “after all, you only texted me like…what, a hundred times a day?” He teases, watching as Satoru just out his lip, pouting.
“Huh? Rude.” Satoru huffs, “Maybe if you had answered, I would've stopped annoying your ungrateful a–”
Suguru shuts him up, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth, “I missed you so much, doll.”
The low timbre of Suguru’s dark and sweet voice sends a shiver down Satoru’s spine, forcing him to press his thighs together, as if on command.
Grabbing Satoru by the neck, Suguru kisses him hard, pouring all his love into it, showing him how depraved he’s been of his taste. Satoru moans, careless, when he feels Suguru’s pierced tongue breach his mouth.
“Keep quiet, love…” Suguru mutters, as he sinks his teeth into his lower lip and pulls. “We wouldn’t want to disturb Nanami and Haibara’s sleep, right?”
Satoru stills, already feeling the thrill of adrenaline starting to course through his bloodstream, turning him on. “Hhm..” he agrees.
While moving his hands to grab the end of Suguru’s shirt, “Suguru, take this off–” glassy eyes plead, staring at him through lovely pale eyelashes.
And how could he deny this gorgeous man anything?
Complying, he sits up and takes his shirt off, throwing it to the side.
Satoru watches him, mouth running dry at the sight of Suguru’s naked back, muscles tensing as the shirt comes out.
Impatient as he is, Satoru pushes him down, sitting on top of his crotch, terribly needy to feel him close to his core. Immediately after, Suguru feels soft lips pressing wet kisses along the column of his neck.
“Suguru–” Inhaling deeply, Satoru takes in Suguru’s sweet and musky cologne, seeming to be pears and sandalwood, “you smell so good,” he whines, as his hips start to sway, voice already sounding short-winded.
Suguru lets him, while moving his hands to Satoru’s ass, giving it a hard squeeze. He guides his hips, slowing his movements down. Satoru swallows when he feels how damp their underwear becomes, making the friction feel overwhelming.
After granting himself a minute to rejoice in the sight of Satoru’s ravishing body shifting on top of him, Suguru turns them around, laying down his weight onto the man.
His hand grips loosely around Satoru’s throat, pulling him into another bruising kiss, this time deeper, slower. He can feel Satoru’s body melting against him, muscles letting loose above the mattress.
Squeezing lightly, Suguru watches as Satoru’s jaw goes lax as he gasps. He dives in, licking his open mouth, sliding his tongue against the other’s, piercing clicking on their teeth.
He pulls away to breathe into Satoru’s mouth, enjoying the way the man frowns when he reaches for another kiss, while he denies him.
“Hnng… baby, please–” Satoru cries, voice breaking sweetly.
Suguru leans forward, pressing their mouths together again. Next, he sucks on Satoru’s tongue, leaving the white-haired man shivering, stealing the air out of his lungs with each kiss.
In complete darkness, the only glimpse of light comes from a street pole, its glow breaching through the window, faintly illuminating the room.
Pulling away, Suguru lays on his side, resting his head on his hand, to admire the result of his own doing. Satoru’s pupils are blown out, his skin flushed in the prettiest peach tone, pink lips glossy and bitten.
He truly questions how he managed to cope for fifteen days being deprived of this divine sight.
Although he can feel the tiredness on his worn-out body, Suguru is awake, very much so. However, seeing the state Satoru is in, and the eagerness in his eyes, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him.
Yawning, he lays down, his head on the pillow. “Doll, I’m exhausted, we should sleep,” Suguru utters.
“Huh?” Satoru grunts loudly, a deep frown settling on his forehead, making him resemble an angry kitten.
Before he could shut him up with his hand, Satoru read his movements, snatching his wrist. “Bullshit,” he protests.
They’re a little too accustomed to each other, Satoru knows exactly when the other is full of shit. If Suguru wants to play, then he will play.
“Besides,” he exhales, moving Suguru’s hand to feel the damp spot spreading on his underwear.
“I’m already so wet, you could just move it to the side and slip right in, right baby?” Satoru purrs, watching Suguru’s semblance turn serious as he grunts under his breath.
Suguru exhales deeply, wondering what he did in his past life to be cursed (blessed) this way. He wants to ravage his menace of a boyfriend in the roughest way possible, but since they’re not alone, they’ll have to make do with what they have.
“Do you really think you’re gonna be able to keep quiet?” he questions. Fingers press against the moist fabric, grazing Satoru’s clit, making the boy whine.
He takes his hands off Satoru, putting them on his chest. He closes his eyes. “Let’s sleep, ‘Toru.”
Satoru grumbles, exasperated. If Suguru continues this idiotic little game, he is going to lose his mind. He doesn’t give a fuck if the others catch them, and he knows his stupid freak of a boyfriend doesn’t either. He might want them to, actually.
Fuck it, he concludes. He’s gonna die if he doesn’t get Suguru’s dick inside him right at this instant.
Satoru takes his briefs off, letting one leg fall to the side, fingers sliding between his soaked folds. Slowly, he lifts the digits from his cunt, slick lines catching on them, not breaking away.
“My pussy is so fucking wet right now and you’re really not gonna use it?” He whines.
Looking to the side, the sight of his boyfriend makes him swallow. Suguru’s amber eyes are absolutely dilated, predatory.
“Turn around,” Suguru orders, tone rigid, commanding.
Satoru blinks, feeling so small under Suguru’s dark gaze. It takes him a few seconds to process the words. With a shaky breath, he turns around.
Not wasting any longer, Suguru pulls his cock out of his briefs, immediately sliding it against Satoru’s sopping wet cunt, making him whimper.
“Listen, you need to keep fucking quiet.”
With the head of his cock, Suguru keeps teasing his clit, forcing Satoru to bite his lip not to release any sound.
They’re both so pent-up.
Finally, Suguru groans as he slides in, pace unhurried, filling him inch by inch.
“Oh, fuck…” Satoru whimpers, his jaw falls open, no sound coming out. He feels so full, the burn of the stretch makes him feel like he is floating. He knows he could come just from this.
Suguru stays still for a few seconds, letting Satoru get used to the intrusion. Not surprisingly, the brat complains. “Suguru, fuck– just move already!”
Satoru’s whole body shudders after Suguru thrusts hard. “Mouth closed, slut,” he warns, hissing after Satoru’s hole tightens around him.
Without hesitation, Suguru pulls back slightly, only to thrust back in hard, and repeat the motion again, and again.
The controlled rhythm has Satoru wanting to cry out loud, the pleasure coursing through his body leaving him in a delirious haze.
Grabbing the back of his thigh, Suguru lifts it just slightly, forcing his cock to reach even deeper. “Nngh, S–Suguru!” his boyfriend cries repeatedly, holding his name like a prayer.
Angling his hips, Suguru hits straight into his sweet spot, as he watches Satoru’s eyes roll back. “Mmmh, you feeling good, doll?” he asks, calling for Satoru’s attention, while the latter could barely stare at him with his wet, cloudy eyes.
“I– Ah! Hhmn…” Mind on mute, Satoru felt like his brain was progressively getting reduced to mush. He wasn’t even able to answer a simple question, only focusing on the press of Suguru’s cock against his sensitive walls.
Satoru nods dumbly, losing himself in the sight of his strong, sturdy boyfriend caging him. He feels like prey, Suguru’s prey and the man has him exposed for anyone to see. The mere thought made him clamp around Suguru’s shaft, making him groan before as he fastened his pace.
Satoru grew needier by the minute, trying to keep Suguru impossibly close. His back to the man’s chest, arm thrown around his neck, making it easier for Suguru to drop kisses on the side of his neck.
Suguru feels like he’s losing his mind. Satoru’s insides feel utterly divine, cunt hot, soaking wet, and gripping him hard enough to never want to pull out. He truly feels in desperate need to push him on his back and fuck his pussy dry, make him squirt until he passes out.
However, he knows his boyfriend won’t be able to shut up.
Satoru is not exactly being quiet right now, and even if that makes his dick throb, he’s not going to risk his friends throwing them a bucket of water like they were two horn dogs (which they are).
The fact that anyone who got through that hallway could be blessed with the sight of his boyfriend’s pussy split open on his dick made his blood pump with adrenaline.
He felt fucking powerful, the only mortal who was worthy enough to see Gojo Satoru reduced to tears, trembling and crying on his cock. Almost like a god.
However, he wouldn’t be a benevolent god, kind enough to share. This sight was only his to be seen.
So, when he hears the rustling of sheets followed by the sound of footsteps, he freezes. At lightning speed, Suguru pulls the blanket on top of them, and as easily as that they pretend to be asleep.
After listening to the clicking sound, he gets hit with the brightness invading the room. Suguru opens his eyes just barely, to see a particularly sleepy Haibara staring dumbly at the open refrigerator. Closing his eyes, Suguru nuzzles his boyfriend’s neck. He can feel Satoru’s heartbeat going haywire.
“It’s Haibara,” he murmurs carefully, right into Satoru’s ear, “he’s looking for food.” Satoru breathes through his nose, trying to maintain his body still like his man is not balls deep into his cunt. Suguru is making it practically impossible, with the way his dick throbs inside of him.
The both of them feeling the thrill, the possibility of getting caught making them even more aroused.
Knuckles start faintly caressing the skin between his legs, making Satoru swallow.
Suguru nudges his thighs open, just enough for his fingers to brush where their bodies meet. Satoru’s breath halts.
If someone were to look at them, it would only seem like they’re cuddling, feeling extra cozy, Suguru thinks. No one would notice Satoru’s pussy spasming as Suguru circles his clit, pressing softly.
Satoru can do it, he can keep quiet, it’s no biggie. He’ll just have to bite his lip hard until it draws blood and his shaking form gives him away, or he could just stop breathing until Suguru makes him cum so hard he passes out, right?
None of these options seem to work in Satoru’s head, although he would like to try the latter but that's for another time. Right now, he’s getting impatient.
“What the fuck is he doing? Why is he taking so long?” he whispers, annoyed.
Suguru opens his eyes to take a look and, “I think– I think he’s preparing a sandwich?”
“Bitch, it’s like 4 AM, are you kidding me?” Satoru complains, not making an effort to keep his voice low enough. Regardless, sweet, sleepy Haibara hasn’t noticed a thing yet, overly focused on preparing his meal.
The soft massage on his clit resumes, making him melt again against Suguru’s chest.
Of course, his boyfriend is obviously not bothered by Haibara’s presence. To be honest, he also loves the rush, but he fears that if he makes too much sound, he might end up traumatizing the kid.
Suguru starts pressing his clit roughly and Satoru has to bite his tongue.
It’s a game for him, seeing how much Satoru can take. After all, Suguru’s massive dick is seated deep inside his guts, just a few more touches and he’ll be coming hard around him, praying not to wet the sheets.
With a slow pace, Suguru thrusts into his boyfriend's sensitive hole, making Satoru’s psyche crack, his eyes blinking slowly.
Biting his tongue hard, and putting all his focus to control his breathing, Satoru ends up doing a great job keeping completely silent. That is until Suguru starts circling the nub harshly, increasing the force of his movements.
Satoru opens his eyes to watch Haibara’s back a few meters away.
Fuck, he really could just turn around and find Suguru breaching his insides, the blanket poorly hiding their motions.
Satoru feels his orgasm approaching fast, heat coiling on his lower abdomen as he starts following Suguru, meeting his thrusts halfway. He tries to hold his breath, his sensitive walls fluttering around Suguru’s cock, helping him feel the ridges on the constant slide until–
“Ah–” he comes, gasping loudly. Immediately, Suguru slaps a hand on his mouth.
Satoru’s whole body shudders as sweet spice courses through his pelvis, the hard contractions making his mind go completely blank for a minute.
When Satoru comes down from his dazed state, he realizes the room is completely dark again.
Suguru has moved and is now hovering over him, his hands pushing Satoru’s hair out of his face.
Satoru blinks softly, eyes hazy. “Did he see us?”
“I don’t think so, he looked out of it, worse than you ‘Toru,” he laughs, ” just took a can, and left,” Suguru mentions, gaze fixed on the hallway.
Satoru’s post-orgasm blur isn’t helping him not to get lost in the way Suguru’s pretty lashes decorate his sharp eyes, and how his hair falls, framing his handsome face. When Suguru’s eyes find him again, the man gives him a soft smile. He hovers down, pressing a soft kiss to Satoru’s lips.
Mind clearing up, Satoru realizes,
“You didn’t come,” he pouts, and Suguru fights the urge to kiss him all over his pretty face.
“I was busy making you come.” he chuckles.
“You’re such a slut, Satoru–” Suguru adds, kneeling up. He grabs Satoru’s legs, leaving them to rest around his waist, “ –coming on my cock while Haibara is in the room, don’t you have some shame?”
Satoru whines, feeling his body heating up all over again, “Fuck– don’t act like you didn’t love it, this was pure indulgence on your side…”
“Never said I didn’t love it,” he grins, as he pushes the blunt head of his dick back inside Satoru’s pussy. The slide being extremely wet and easy, he bottoms out instantly.
“Fuck– so full,” Satoru cries out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his back arches beautifully.
Suguru lowers down, just enough to support himself, laying his forearms next to Satoru’s head.
“Sugu–hng, Suguru…” he feels like crying, “you– you’re so deep, fuck–” he sobs.
The dark color of his pupils completely encloses Suguru’s irises. He lays down his weight in one arm while he delicately pulls Satoru’s lower lip with his thumb.
“Open up,” he mutters, and Satoru feels his whole body tense up.
On instinct, Satoru does, tongue hanging out his mouth. Next, Suguru spits into his open mouth, forcing it closed after. He swallows.
“Good boy, Satoru.”
The latter whimpers, shuddering. “Ple–please, please,” he begs, breath cutting short.
Suguru begins the sway of his hips, not pulling out, just pressing deeper inside, kissing Satoru’s cervix.
Satoru cries, feeling so sensitive as he’s filled to the brim. He’s exhausted, and with the last of his strength, he meets Suguru’s thrusts. He knows Suguru is too pent up, his desperation showing in the way he pounds roughly into him.
As he tenses his core, his thighs start to tremble, his body reaching its limit. He feels Suguru laying his hand against his mouth, not realizing the volume of the sounds getting punched out of his throat.
Eyes barely open, he watches as Suguru puts his thumb to his mouth, before taking it down his body to stroke his clit roughly. Satoru feels the electricity pulse through his core, muscles shaking, clenching impossibly tight around Suguru’s dick.
“Fuck– Satoru,” Suguru grunts as he comes, cock throbbing inside of him. Caught by surprise, the feeling of Suguru’s warm seed filling him up is enough to tip him over the edge.
“Mmfh– mmh…” His eyes roll back to his skull, breath hitching, whole body trembling as his orgasm wrecks through him.
The only thing preventing him from screaming his lungs out being Suguru’s hand, still covering his mouth.
Suguru slows down his thrusts, enjoying the bliss while riding out his orgasm.
Coming down from his high, Satoru remembers, “Shit, we forgot to use a condom.”
Suguru halts, looking at him with a pretty satisfied grin, “forgot?” he laughs, pulling out gently.
“I haven’t bred you in two weeks,” he purrs, fingers slowly caressing his pussy, taking the come oozing out of his hole and pushing it inside again. “This is my birthday gift.”
Satoru’s eyes go wide as he watches Suguru settle between his legs. “Ah Suguru, fuck, I don’t think I can come again,” he protests.
“You will.”
He came two times already, and he’s feeling so sensitive, his body still shivering.
His mind is forced blank again when Suguru puts his mouth on his cunt, tongue lapping frantically around his soft folds.
Putting his thumbs next to his opening, Suguru pulls and sucks, muscle prodding inside.
The wet squelching noises are practically impossible to hide, as Suguru keeps eating him out with so much enthusiasm. The man pulls his face away, just a few inches, and blows faintly at his clit.
Satoru recognizes he was very wrong, he will come again, embarrassingly fast.
Staring straight into his eyes, Suguru dives in, placing his mouth over his clit as he begins sucking and nibbling at the nub, making him see stars behind his eyelids.
Suddenly, he feels Suguru pushing two fingers inside of his pussy, pressing them up. The double stimulation makes Satoru come hard, cunt painfully pulsing against Suguru’s mouth.
Afterward, he’s too dazed to notice Suguru’s gentle hands cleaning him up with some wet wipes, his eyelids too heavy.
He feels the mattress sink beside him, as the warmth envelops his body. Satoru has never felt more relaxed than he does now, his head on Suguru’s strong chest, while the man lays soft kisses against his forehead, as the falling rain lulls him to sleep.
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The dim morning light sweeps through the clear curtains, waking Satoru. He opens his eyes to find Suguru’s relaxed face, peacefully asleep.
After leaving a gentle peck on his forehead, he has to gather all his strength to pull away from Suguru’s embrace.
He goes to the bathroom to take a shower, cleaning himself from the remains of last night’s events. Looking in the mirror he notices the red blotches adorning his skin. He’ll have to steal Shoko’s foundation while she isn’t looking. That, or just embarrass himself at the beach.
He’s craving some tamagoyaki for breakfast. He will have to cook for everyone, anyway. After all, he lost that stupid card game.
Walking up to the kitchen, he notices Nanami is already there, working quietly around the stove.
“Hey man, good morning,” he says, scooting closer to take some eggs. Nanami pretends not to listen, gaze stuck on the frying pan. Satoru is not amused.
At the very moment, Suguru walks in, “Good morning.” He knows Nanami won’t ignore Suguru, he respects him too much. However, the man keeps cooking, not giving them the time of day. “Nanami, you okay?” Suguru asks.
Then, he turns around, and the sight makes Satoru snort. Nanami looks absolutely mortified, dark bags under his eyes. Maybe they had not been quiet enough yesterday, he almost feels bad for him…almost.
“Rough night?” Satoru jokes and Suguru has to fight to hold back his laughter. Tormenting Nanami is never not fun.
Turning off the stove, Nanami hurries to place the food on his plate and runs out of the kitchen.
After he leaves, Satoru locks eyes with Suguru and inevitably they burst out laughing. “We’re the worst friends, I swear,” Suguru says, wiping the tears from his eyes.
Satoru’s belly hurts from laughing, “Do you think he’ll talk to me again?”
“No, this is it. Nanami is changing schools and blocking us as soon as we get back” he snorts.
“This is all your fault, whore.” Satoru retorts, making Suguru laugh harder, tears streaming down his flushed face.
Well, they know Nanami won’t block them, he loves them even if they’re the worst friends anyone would have. They’ll just have to apologize after they calm down from their current hysterical episode.
Hopefully, Nanami won’t spit in their faces when they do, Satoru might get off from it.
Fin