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“Suguru.”
Suguru looked up from his phone, meeting blue eyes that peered innocently at him through a crack on the fitting room’s door. Satoru smiled at him, sweetly to anyone who didn’t know the menace that hid behind pretty eyelashes and plump, glossy lips.
“I need your help with the, uh, thing,” Satoru said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.
“The thing ,” Suguru arched an eyebrow. He leaned forwards on his knees, grinning knowingly. “What thing?”
Satoru’s wide eyes darted from side to side.
The store assistants were occupied with other customers, and said customers didn’t care about them specifically. No one was paying them attention. Satoru looked at him imploringly, a pout already making its way to his mouth.
Suguru bit back a laugh and approached the room, deciding to show mercy to the poor boy. Satoru held the door open for him to slip inside unnoticed, and then turned around, showing Suguru where he couldn’t reach.
“Clasp it for me, yes?”
Suguru stared, and prayed to whatever god that listened for just a sprinkle of self-control.
When Satoru had asked him earlier that day if he wanted to go shopping, Suguru had expected a fun little date and some heated ogling that was sure to grant them both a good time once they got home. It was the kind of foreplay that kept them on their toes.
Suguru always had a good time, whenever Satoru was involved.
However, he hadn’t expected to see Satoru in lingerie today. For the first time.
Suguru would be lying if he said he'd never thought about it. There wasn't a position he hadn’t pictured Satoru in, at this point. They were compatible in so many ways, and kinks weren’t an exception. He would've proposed it eventually, in a more private context, maybe, where they wouldn't be caught red-handed.
Helping to pick the design and colors, offering fashion advice, Suguru could do. This, on the other hand? Standing in a too-cramped room, with Satoru wearing only a minuscule set of see-through lace?
Suguru didn't believe himself to be strong enough to make it home.
The lingerie wasn't even out of the ordinary—flowery, like the other three sets hanging from the back of the door; pink, pretty. The lingerie wasn't the problem here. Satoru was.
Suguru swallowed, trying to ignore the throbbing pressure in his pants. Between Satoru and him, he was supposed to be the responsible one. He was the adult here, for fuck's sake.
Desire was stronger than him, though.
He couldn't hold himself back from skimming his fingers up Satoru's arms, as he returned the brassiere straps to their rightful place around lithe shoulders. He didn't stop himself from tracing Satoru’s spine, either, or the tiny, colorful stars inked into the skin of his shoulder blades, like freckles, delicate in comparison to Suguru’s full sleeve, before clasping the damned thing shut.
“Brat,” Suguru hissed against the lacy choker on Satoru’s neck, waving both arms around his waist to lie on his stomach. His laugh vibrated underneath Suguru's lips. “Don't laugh. Making me pop a boner in public, Satoru, I swear-”
“Am I, old man?” Satoru taunted, breathily, and pressed back against Suguru’s crotch, like it wasn't enough to turn around and check: he needed to feel it. “I look good, huh?”
Suguru huffed, glancing at the floor-length mirror he'd been avoiding since the door closed behind his back.
His eyes ran down Satoru’s body, hungry despite himself.
The pink was nice, neither soft nor too saturated. Embroidered cherries, one or two shades darker, decorated the sheer fabric that composed most of the top, doing a poor job of covering Satoru’s cute, pierced nipples. The underwire pushed up his tits, too, and showed off his cleavage, which moved up and down with his tranquil breaths.
The panties were similar, though they left a little more to the imagination- Well, the front part at least. Not much could be said about the back, most of it disappearing between Satoru’s buttocks.
His face was the definition of smug, as though he could read each one of Suguru’s nasty thoughts. He didn't need to.
“Yeah,” Suguru answered honestly to Satoru's rhetorical question, voice low in his throat. He looked down, at his large hands around Satoru’s middle, fingers almost meeting over his belly piercing. Satoru wasn't scrawny—more on the athletic side, but definitely not as buff as Suguru himself. “Do you think they'll kick us out if I fuck you right here?”
Satoru's snicker turned into a gasp as Suguru sneaked a hand into his cute panties, and then into a full-body shudder, tensing up like a guitar string. He grasped Suguru’s wrist, doubt creeping into his voice. “Isn't that too risky-?”
“Maybe,” Suguru conceded, meeting his eyes in the mirror. The shop was still buzzing with people, he heard them just outside the door. He wrapped his other hand loose around Satoru’s neck, feeling his own resolve waver. It had to be that new strawberry lotion messing with his head. He was supposed to be the responsible one. “But I can't walk out like this, now, can I?”
Sometimes, Suguru felt disgusting, thirsting over a pretty, young thing like Satoru. At the same time, he couldn't bring himself to give a shit when his hand was down Satoru's underwear.
He sandwiched his cunt between two fingers, index and heart, and pinched Satoru’s clit, feeding off of his sweet, breathy moans.
“Suguru, this is-”
“-your fault,” Suguru purred, lips brushing the shell of Satoru’s flushed ear. “Needed help, as if. You just want me to wreck you, don't you, sweetheart?”
Satoru’s throat bobbed under his hand. He was so pretty, his Satoru. Blushed with such ease. Men and women alike would've gone to war for him. Too bad that he belonged to Suguru and Suguru alone.
“Wanted to show you,” Satoru muttered, trailing off. Suguru hummed, an unspoken question, and prodded at Satoru’s pussy to be let in. With a foot propped on the tall stool in the corner, Satoru curled his hand over Suguru's, guiding it low, lower. “Ah, fuck.”
Into the damp heat of his pussy Suguru's fingers went, just for a second. But Satoru clenched around them, erratically, like he couldn't help it, and it was enough to break whatever weak hold Suguru still had on his sanity.
He pulled his fingers out and Satoru’s panties to the side, already ruined without even having paid for them yet. The plug between his asscheeks winked at Suguru under the white lights, the same hue of his eyes.
“Really,” he huffed, unbelieving.
He grabbed the gem and tugged gently, watching it catch on the rim.
Satoru bit his lip, bent at the hips. He nodded for lack of a better reply, and Suguru's hand trailed between his thighs again, tapping on his clit just to get something out of him.
How funny, to think that Satoru would've given him hell for it if they were in private. Always so loud, cocky, too much for his own good-
“You don't like it?” Satoru asked, high-pitched and breathy. He knew the answer already
“I think,” Suguru began, fishing out his cock, “that someone ought to teach you a lesson, Satoru.”
“Ha,” Satoru panted, cheek to the cold mirror. He glared at Suguru out of the corner of his eye, over his shoulder, heavy lidded. “And that would be you, old man?”
Suguru grinned.
He held Satoru in place with a strong grip on his left hip, thumb pressing between the dimples at the small of his back. Meanwhile, his cock bullied its way between Satoru’s crumpled folds and caught on his slit, pushing in the first two inches, just enough for it to stretch and clamp around the fat tip.
Suguru’s eyes flickered up, not wishing to miss Satoru’s blissed-out expression as he slowly, steadily, fed the rest to his sweet, sweet cunt. He’d never get bored of that face. Sapphires rolled back, disappearing behind fluttering, ivory eyelashes. Satoru’s jaw had gone slack, open mouth perfect for Suguru to lean forwards and lick inside.
Satoru was so wet, juices thick and abundant, squelching around Suguru’s hard-on despite his previous apprehension. Always ready to be fucked on command. Always eager to please Suguru and no one else.
He braced himself on the wall, a hand next to the mirror and the other reaching back to hold himself open, twisting just so to reciprocate Suguru’s kiss in earnest. He tasted like the strawberry mochi they’d had earlier, and Suguru, despite not being a big fan of sweets himself, wanted to devour him.
He fucked Satoru on a little more than half of his cock, hard and perfectly angled from the get-go, avoiding the telltale skin-on-skin slap that would immediately sell them out. Chatter blared from outside the fitting room like red lights, and something addictive coiled at the bottom of Suguru’s stomach at the prospect of being found out.
How humiliating would that be, and how thrilling, that anyone could walk past and hear the whimpers of Satoru’s pleasure against his tongue, the slick sounds of his cock as it drew all the way back.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Suguru muttered, sliding in again and feeling Satoru’s inner walls mold around his girth with every new added inch. He looked down, at the connection between their bodies, and brushed his fingers over the tender skin around Satoru’s entrance, straining to accommodate him. “Look at you, sweetheart-”
“I think- Think you’re just big, Sugu,” Satoru slurred, a smirk on his gloss-smeared lips. Pretty, pretty, pretty, like a porcelain doll.
Suguru wasn’t going to last, but maybe that was for the better.
He pulled Satoru’s panties further to the side, fixing it over his asscheek from where it was slipping back into place. It had left an angry mark on the otherwise unblemished, milky skin.
Suguru brushed his fingers over it, thinking about leaving some of his own. Already planning for later all the things he wanted to do, that he would do.
His hand trailed along Satoru's tailbone, a little higher, and pressed down until he had no option but to follow the command. Satoru's spine arched similar to a cat's, muscles rippling under the delicate fabric of his brassiere. Arms tense and tendons jumping in his hands from holding himself up against the wall.
Suguru wanted to see him come undone as many times as possible, until tears were streaming down his face from how good it felt. He wanted to ruin all of his new clothes and make him feel it for days.
He grabbed Satoru by the hips with new conviction and shoved his cock as deep as it would go, watching Satoru's face contort with pleasure in the mirror. Eyebrows low over the haziness in his eyes, kiss-bitten lips open and shiny with spit, fogging up the cold surface with every ragged breath. ‘Fuck’ whispered like a secret, a prayer. A promise.
Suguru muffled a groan of his own, enthralled by every twitch of Satoru’s body, every sound that he wasn’t fast enough to swallow.
He hadn't lied earlier, when he'd said Satoru was tight. His pussy gripped tighter and tighter as Suguru rammed into him from behind. It prevented him from going too far, sucking him in eagerly every time Suguru started to withdraw his cock.
The sounds it was making—slick, like munching on a bubblegum—would've been enough to alert anyone nearby.
Suguru’s eyes drifted lower down Satoru’s body, drinking in the picture like a man stranded in the desert. His nipples strained against the see-through material, hard and pink, begging for Suguru to take them in his mouth. Satoru had always been the most sensitive there, trembling whenever Suguru just as graced his tits with his fingers.
Even lower, past his stomach, under the happy trail of white pubes, Suguru noticed a bump. Barely there, the outline of his cock poking through Satoru’s guts and soft skin forced him to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan.
He reached around Satoru, ghosting his fingers over the almost imperceptible bump with morbid interest. It shifted as Suguru rolled his hips shallowly, disappearing and reappearing, his cock grinding against Satoru's inner walls.
“Oh, God,” Satoru sobbed, gritting his teeth. Shaky legs lifting him on his tiptoes. Fingers closing around Suguru’s wrist. “Sugu- Fuck, there- Touch me-”
Greedy little thing that he was.
Suguru shushed him. “Quiet now, sweetheart, I got you. I got you.”
Satoru dipped his head, trying to get a proper look. His hold on Suguru's wrist persisted, skin on skin just because he could.
Suguru's hand slinked down Satoru’s navel and his trimmed mound, blindly searching between his thighs. Glazed over with the slick that continued to lubricate his pussy, Satoru’s clit was a tiny, slippery thing. It throbbed as Suguru drew circles around it with his middle finger, desperate for attention.
The creak of a door could be heard from the other side of the wall, followed by a feminine voice that told Suguru someone had entered the room next to theirs. He cursed under his breath, but having some company didn’t deter him from keeping on plunging into Satoru’s tight cunt and rubbing his clit until he started choking on his tears.
Satoru was as red as the cherries on his pretty underwear, with his eyes rolled back and nostrils flaring, lungs working overtime, and, like an afterthought, a hand over his mouth to suffocate his cries. The arch of his spine seemed impossible to hold up but he was doing it, pressing the front of his pussy to Suguru’s hand and baring his rear for his cock.
Suguru didn’t even think of pulling out, when the tension below his navel began to slowly uncoil. This pussy was his. Satoru was his, and if Suguru pleased to cum inside him, then he would.
He felt his cock throb and his balls draw up. He tightened his hold on Satoru's waist, fingers losing their rhythm on his clit in favor of rubbing hastily. Satoru tensed up, and his pussy squeezed Suguru so deliciously, the next thing that he knew-
“No-!” Satoru gasped, saliva running down his chin. Past the fog in his brain, he managed to slur, in a panic, “Not- The pill. Suguru, not inside-”
But Suguru was already cumming. He was so deep inside there was no way he hadn't filled up Satoru's womb with his seed.
His boy thrashed, throwing his head back as pearly whites sunk into his lower lip. Satoru's cunt convulsed and gushed around Suguru’s cock, and Suguru was forced to pull out, watching in mild disappointment his cum be pushed out by the force of Satoru's orgasm.
Satoru clenched around nothing, slick bubbling up on his slit. A chunk of white slid out and along his folds, clinging to his pubes for a moment before dribbling to the floor.
“Fuck,” Suguru breathed, running his fingers over the red, hot skin. Satoru trembled, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck , baby,” Suguru echoed. He crouched behind Satoru, sliding his middle finger into the gaping hole right at the middle of Satoru’s pretty pussy.
Impossibly hot. Drenched.
“You're gonna pay for this,” Satoru seethed through a grin, looking down at Suguru with a maniac glint in the icy blue of his eyes. “Literally. We're heading to the pharmacy as soon as we get out of here.”
Suguru winced, straightening back into a standing position. He put his dick away, and Satoru seized the opportunity to snap his new—ruined—panties into place.
“I'll make it up to you,” Suguru muttered, feeling mildly guilty. He couldn't stop the low purring of satisfaction, though; a content feline.
“Oh, yes, you will.” Satoru's voice came out muffled as he put on his shirt. Then he turned towards Suguru, eye to eye, and slung both arms around his shoulders. Mouth to mouth, he whispered, “Remember that cockring we bought and never used?”
Suguru's dick twitched in interest inside the confinements of his pants.
He couldn't wait to get home.