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Suguru
"Suguru, help me lose my virginity."
Suguru chokes on the coffee he was drinking only seconds ago, throat burning hot with the heated drink. Satoru just stares at him through his life crisis — and Suguru would scold him for not helping. They've taken lessons on how to give first aid to their students, why couldn't he help Suguru from choking to death? You know, being the strongest sorcerer alive and all, why couldn't he use his strength to save his 'one and only'?
He manages to swallow the burning fluid down his system, taking a gasp for a breath as he shakes his head. Before he can get to any scolding, however, he has to ask what on earth he had just heard uttered from Satoru's lips.
"Virginity is a social construct." He blurts, before he clears his throat. Satoru looks like he is about two steps from walking away this conversation, and Suguru needs to know more information in order to accept or deny (But he would rather fight his entire roster of curses with his bare hands than ever do that. That's his crush of ten years, what the fuck?) his proposal. He takes another breath, and then he asks Satoru in the softest tone he can muster, considering the absurdity in the situation. "Sorry. How do you… Want me to help you?"
He's still trying to process the request. Satoru has his blindfold on, which means he can't look into his eyes and see whether or not he's being serious. Maybe that's a good thing, because if he saw a fearful expression to his reaction, then he would be already down on his knees and coaxing Satoru back to his normal self. Except, he's better than that, and he would not go on his knees.
Then again, considering the randomness of the entire situation and the time of day, Satoru is probably being serious. Perhaps after spending days thinking about the possibility.
Would that mean Satoru thought about Suguru's dick inside of him—?
"By fucking me." And Suguru is glad he didn't take another sip of his coffee. He sets it down on the table in front of him, to save himself from any further accidents. "That's supposed to happen when you lose your virginity, right?" Satoru is blunt, straightforward in his words when Suguru is praying to the stars above that he isn't being clear. But it doesn't stop there, Satoru just keeps on speaking. "I've been a virgin for 28 years— I'm just tired of it! And so I'm turning to my best friend for help."
Right, best friend.
Suguru has had a big fat crush on his 'best friend' for a decade, and yet he still couldn't muster up the strength to ask him out. Who even said that he and Satoru were the strongest? Because every time he wants to profess his love to Satoru, he loses his courage and spends a monstrous amount of money on whatever Satoru wanted to buy that day. Even if Satoru is living on a teacher's salary, he's got way more money than Suguru and could easily buy five houses if he wanted to. Still, Suguru keeps on indulging Satoru in whatever the hell he wants, because he is utterly and helplessly in love with him. He doesn't need any more justification other than the fact that he wants to marry Satoru and keep him by his side until their bones creak with every step they take.
"Have you told anyone else about this?" Suguru continues to pry.
"Of course not! That's so embarrassing, telling anybody else other than you that I haven't been laid." Satoru whines, collapsing down onto the sofa next to Suguru, before leaning his head on his shoulder. "Shoko would laugh at me, Nanami would leave me stranded before I even get to tell him, and Haibara would be too joyous for this horrible thing! It's hopeless!"
Suguru really thinks about his options for a moment here, instead of the thought of Satoru having sex with any other man (or woman, he could get pegged? Would Shoko even be up for that?) before Suguru.
On the plus side, he gets to finally see his best friend bare for him, he finally gets to indulge in his perverted fantasies and sleep with Satoru rather than think about him whilst he's alone in his room, jerking his dick off. Furthermore, Suguru would be the only one that Satoru sleeps with him, so surely it wouldn't be a one-time thing, right? Surely Satoru would keep on coming back for more, and Suguru would be more than happy to oblige.
Of course, he doesn't want to overstep any of Satoru's boundaries. He's willing to go at his pace, and if it means that he can't sleep with Satoru and get his dick inside of him right away, then he's more than willing to wait for Satoru to trust him. That was part of losing your virginity, right? Learning and trusting your partner completely so that you can give yourself away to pleasure.
Virginity is a social construct, so this is all hypothetical. Get it together!
"I can help you." Suguru mumbles, fiddling with his fingers. Fuck, he forgot to consider the negatives before jumping right in. He just can't help himself when it comes to Satoru, and it's too late to back out now. "Do you want me to go straight to… Fucking you?" He asks, leaning his head against Satoru's in a comforting gesture.
"That's what losing my virginity means, so yes." Satoru says, voice laced with determination. Suguru feels himself breaking inside, and drooling at the thought of Satoru finally naked before his eyes. He's seen Satoru undressed before, but that was in friendly contexts where they were both changing in hotel rooms during joint missions. Even then, they rarely went on missions together, so him seeing Satoru's gorgeous, pale body was sparse.
Still, he's seen his muscles enough to jerk off to the memory of them. How would his skin look like when it's covered in cum?
Fuck, he can't get a boner now.
"You know sex is more than that, right?" Suguru replies, turning his head to bury his face into Satoru's hair. Grinding, oral, fingering, frotting — there were so many levels to sex that comes before sticking his dick inside of Satoru. "We can build it up. Your body has to learn to trust me intimately before I can fuck you."
"But my body does trust you, Suguru." Satoru pouts, and it's true. Infinity yields for Suguru, even encasing him in whenever Satoru has to have it on. It's a strange feeling, not being able to touch anything, but he's always focused on keeping contact with Satoru that he doesn't have time to delve into the strangeness of not touching the world. Satoru always has a light blush on his face every time they share Infinity, that Suguru can't help but laugh at the memories of his flushed look.
"But your body doesn't know the touch of another." Suguru whispers into his ear, wrapping an arm around Satoru's back and planting a hand on his hip. "Has your skin never been touched by another person?" Suguru asks, and if Satoru says yes, then sue him for feeling jealous. Still, Satoru's shiver wracks through his body when Suguru's fingertips dig under his sorcerer's uniform, to graze the pale skin peeking as a result. "Has your dick ever been touched by another person?" Suguru continues to ask, and Satoru quickly shakes his head no.
Fuck, he is so getting off to this later.
"Sit on my lap, sweetheart." Suguru can't help the pet name that falls from his lips. It's so natural when it comes to Satoru — he deserves all of the sweetness in the world, after all. "I want to show you something." And the boner that grows in his pants is inevitable, his dick already chubbing up to half-hardness.
Satoru hesitates, but then he does climb onto Suguru's lap, planting his hands on Suguru's chest. Suguru raises an eyebrow at the distance between their groins, and Satoru's face flushes a brilliant red. "You wanted to be that close?"
"Considering the context of this conversation, yes." Suguru deadpans, before bringing his hands to Satoru's ass and hauling him forward with one smooth action. Satoru's body seizes as their dicks press together through their clothes, and Suguru huffs out a soft laugh at how hard Satoru is already, cock already tenting in his sorcerer uniform. "You're already this pent up from thinking about sleeping with me?" Suguru muses, palms kneading the flesh of Satoru's ass, even if he can't move it around that much. It causes him to whimper into Suguru's ear, and he thinks that might've been the hottest sound he has ever heard in his life.
"D— didn't mean to." Satoru apologises, arms now wrapping around Suguru's neck as he rests his head atop of Suguru's shoulder.
"Don't be sorry for that." Suguru whispers into his ear, breath hot as it fans over his earlobes. This is unreal. He brings a hand up to hook a finger into his blindfold, bringing it down to reveal Satoru's brilliant blues. His pupils are already dilated, and Suguru is met with voids of black lust instead. "Just press down for me, alright?" He commands lightly.
Satoru doesn't make a move for a second, which is to be expected, considering this should be his first time doing anything remotely sexual. "What do you mean? Like thi— ngh!"
If Suguru had known Satoru would be this sensitive to a grind any sooner, he would've died happily and with no regrets. Satoru doesn't press down again but Suguru is making up for his efforts, grinding their groins together in a slow, gentle grind. Satoru's voice doesn't hold back with the way he's feeling, little moans and gasps escaping his lips, biting down on his bottom one to try and hold back his tumbling noises.
Suguru doesn't want that happening, though. His hand trails further up to grasp at Satoru's hair, pulling it with the utmost care (because they have not discussed hair-pulling as a kink. Communication is key for sexual boundaries, alright?) so that Satoru was facing him.
He already looked so pretty like this, cheeks flushed red, eyes rimmed with a lighter shade as if he was about to cry. Fuck, Suguru should've known that Satoru was a crier in bed, he should've known all of this sooner.
"Don't hide your moans." Suguru orders, bringing palm from Satoru's hair and to his cheek, cupping it as he uses his thumb to tug the lip out of his mouth. "Let me hear you."
"We're in the staffroom." Satoru grumbles, but Suguru hooks a thumb into his bottom jaw, hooking it open so that Satoru can't bite down any more. "Mmh…"
"No other teachers are here today except for us." Suguru reasons, pressing his hips up and applying more pressure as he does so, causing Satoru to whine loudly into the quiet room. "You sound so pretty, why hold yourself back?"
"Ish embarrassing." Satoru complains, but it doesn't hold much bite, especially since his speech is hindered with Suguru's thumb. "You shound like a herv."
"I sound like a what?" Suguru laughs, his free hand coming to hold Satoru's waist in place and grinding harder now, leading to Satoru's body shaking from the pleasure coursing through his body. He's crumbling in real time in front of Suguru, and he can't help but yearn to see him fully crumble from his first orgasm by another person's touch.
Infinity just loves blessing Suguru with many gifts, doesn't it? First it allows Suguru to be the only one to hold Satoru, and now it kept people out for so long that Satoru had come running to him for relief.
Arousal also starts to build in his body too, the heat in his gut building and building the more he presses his dick against Satoru's, the more he hears Satoru's moans and whimpers, and he suddenly gets the urge to absolutely devour him. His trousers were already becoming damp with his precum, and it was only a matter of time before it bled through into Satoru's clothes.
He removes his thumb to replace it with his own lips, kissing Satoru before switching his position so that Satoru was pinned against the couch, with Suguru rutting his hips against his. Satoru wraps his legs around Suguru's waist, gasping and crying out after good grinds, but the noise never reaching far after being swallowed by Suguru's greedy mouth.
"You're so good, fuck." Suguru rasps against Satoru's lips, licking into his mouth as he grinds, almost as if he were fucking Satoru into the couch. Except, that isn't happening, and he's ruining their uniforms for the sake of showing Satoru mind-blowing pleasure. "Only I get to make you feel like this, right?" He can't help his possessive streak that comes out, he always becomes like that whenever he's sleeping with anyone. But with Satoru, all it took was some dry humping to already stake his claim on the man.
Maybe he had already done so long before, yet he just didn't realise it until just now.
Satoru nods his head as best as he can, whole body jerking randomly and involuntarily pressing back, meeting Suguru in the middle.
"I'm close." Satoru gasps, pulling his face away and causing Suguru to kiss the underside of his jaw line, nipping at the skin a little too. Not enough to create a noticeable mark, but if you squint, a red indent would appear. "Please— please."
"Me too, baby." Satoru whispers baby back in a whisper, with Suguru bringing his head up to see Satoru's features contort in pleasure. He's always looked good, that's no lie. But somehow, Satoru looks even better when he was coming undone like this, spread out for their joint ecstasy. "I'm gonna come." Suguru warns, and Satoru clutches at Suguru's back tightly before they come together, soiling their boxers and their uniforms with their collective spends.
Suguru milks Satoru of his orgasm until not a drop of cum is left, even if his body stings with overstimulation. Satoru cries out loud as he does so, thrashing his legs when he has nothing more left to give. Only then does Suguru separate their groins, cursing out loud at their collective wet spots, not visible unless you studied really, really closely.
"Fuck." Satoru gasps, his lips red and raw from being bitten and kissed. "That was so good, what the hell Suguru?"
"I can tell you enjoyed it." Suguru laughs softly, leaning in to press another kiss to Satoru's lips. This one is much softer than the last, more soothing instead of devouring. Only when he parts does he say. "Let me show you everything there is about sex. Then I'll take your virginity."
It seems like a better deal. That way, he can guarantee that Satoru feels all sorts of pleasure from many different ways, whilst making this a recurring thing.
"Okay." Satoru breathes, pressing their foreheads together. "I agree." He smiles, cupping Suguru's cheek to bring him in for more and more kisses.
They keep on making out on the couch like that for a little while, both of them indulging in the simple pleasure to kiss and be kissed. Sure, Suguru does get laid, but he much prefers dry humping and kissing to full on penetrative sex. There's the little pleasures you can find in these simple acts, and many don't seem to stop and think about that.
Eventually, Suguru does have to push Satoru away, so that they can get themselves home to wash up before their lunch break ended.
Satoru complains that walking around with his soiled boxers would do him no good, to which Suguru teases about him remembering what they've done on the couch. Satoru scowls and flips him off, before teleporting Suguru back to the dormitories to change their clothes and take a shower too.
They both have rooms next to each other, they always have ever since their first year at Jujutsu High. Whenever it was time for them to be sorcerers, Suguru had stayed in the dormitories whilst Satoru moved away to an apartment, but then he quickly came back a few months later saying that living in the dorms was more convenient.
Truthfully, it was. Suguru gets to see Satoru a lot of the time, but that also does mean that his personal space is riddled with the essence of Satoru. Satoru's abandoned t-shirt on his chair, some of his sweets in the kitchen cabinets, his shampoo in Suguru's shower that he has yet to pick up.
Everywhere he looks, all he sees is the tiny parts of Satoru that have bled into Suguru's life, piece by piece. He can't help but fall more in love every time he sees it, the extent to which Satoru trusts him. He never wants that trust to fade whatsoever, and has done everything in his power to cultivate it.
The uncomfortable wetness that was drying brings Suguru out of his trance, making him rummage through his closet for a new pair of boxers and trousers. Once he strips away his soiled clothes, wipes down his dick hastily with a tissue before he wears his fresh new pair, he steps outside of his room at the same time Satoru does.
"All cleaned up?" Satoru winks, and Suguru has the urge to punch him in the face. Or fuck him. Or both. Would Satoru like that? "Lets go, Suguru!" And he's headed off to his next class with the first-years, whilst Suguru has the second-year class to teach.
He's too fucked over to think about all of the things that could go wrong. He moves around the rest of his day, dazed at what happened and replaying it over and over, thinking if he's dreaming or not.
A sudden pinch by his own hand to his shoulder proves him wrong, but he still cannot believe it.
How on earth is the Satoru Gojo a virgin?
Virginity is a social construct! Get it together, you're better than this!
Ever since that fateful day in the break room, Suguru is more than eager to take every one of Satoru's virginities piece by piece, until it leads to his grand prize of being able to fuck into him properly. Of course, he's going to take it at Satoru's pace — his perverted fantasies of being the first one to make the Satoru Gojo come is just kept to himself. He wouldn't want to freak Satoru out with lots of kinky shit right away.
However, they both act as though nothing had happened.
Satoru runs to him after classes to have Suguru accompany him to his next mission.
"C'mon, our locations are nearby!" Satoru argues. "You can drop me off at my destination, and then you can ride to your one! It's killing two birds with one stone!"
"You can teleport there, Satoru." Suguru sighs, running a hand through his hair.
Satoru sniffles a little, a theatric he does whenever he isn't getting his way.
Suguru had always wondered what move he'd pull next after his signature sniffle, would he burst out in tears or curse Suguru for not giving in?
The only reason he doesn't know is because Suguru falls victim to it every single time.
"Fine, I'll drop you off." He grumbles, frowning when Satoru cheers in victory. "Come on, it's time to go anyway!"
"Thanks, Suguru!" Satoru smiles, and then they're both on Suguru's rainbow dragon and heading to their respective mission locations. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru's waist, holding onto him to stay secure during the ride.
Satoru chats about his lessons with Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi, and Suguru listens along, humming in acknowledgement and laughing at the unserious moments. Satoru's skill in teaching was to bring humour into the classroom — it helps to relax the mind, and a relaxed mind is an easy one to sway. That ease is true for teaching, and Satoru can make a really good teacher when his students are relaxed.
If his antics stress them out, though, then that's a different story…
But Suguru doesn't see Satoru after he drops him off, and he doesn't think much of it. He just covers any classes Satoru may have, and hoping that he is safe. Sure, he's the strongest, but he's also human. A lot of people don't seem to remember that fact.
So when he sees Satoru next, it's a few days later, where Suguru is sat at his desk and hunched over it, writing out his reports on his laptop. The moon is out, casting a faint glow aided by the lamplight that Satoru had bought for Suguru when he noticed his late night workings.
Speaking of Satoru, he bursts through the door, wearing his glasses over his eyes instead of his blindfold. It startles Suguru, making him jump and turn his head towards Satoru, and then relaxing when it's just him and not somebody else.
"Warn a guy if you're gonna come here." Suguru complains, turning his attention back to his documents.
However, he can sense Satoru lingering over him from his shoulder, watching him work from behind. Usually he's loud, but right now he's wary, as if he was testing the waters for something. It's hard enough to focus with a pair of prying eyes, but Suguru manages to do so for a sentence.
It freaks Suguru out a bit when nothing changes, so he looks up to see Satoru staring directly at him.
"Do you need something, Satoru?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
Satoru leans down and presses an upside down kiss to Suguru's lips, one hand coming up to hold Suguru's jaw in place as he does so, keeping his head there. It's not like Suguru would have pushed him away, and instead he laces one of his hands in Satoru's hair, grasping onto the soft white strands before they part for air.
In one smooth movement, Satoru is perched on Suguru's lap.
"I wanna do the thing we did last time, where we grinded our dicks together." Satoru mumbles, and Suguru takes note of his erection, and also his own, considering how hot this was. Satoru coming to Suguru for sexual relief, is this just straight out of a wet dream of his? Is he dreaming?
"As much as I would love to do that." Suguru starts, before he presses a palm to Satoru's crotch and creating a barrier between their groins. "I really have to finish writing these reports. Also, pinch me."
Satoru looks at him confused, but he pinches Suguru's shoulder.
Okay, so maybe he isn't dreaming. Satoru's pinch hurt like hell. It's like this guy isn't aware of his strength whatsoever.
But now that he considers his options, which was have a mind-shattering orgasm or drone on with work, watching Satoru come again doesn't seem like a bad idea whatsoever. In fact, it seems like the more appealing choices of the two, but he knows better than that. He's not a teenager thinking with his dick, he's an adult with responsibilities, and a duty complete his work.
"Please?" Satoru pleads, cupping Suguru's cheeks and kneeling up so that he was kissing Suguru's forehead, then his temple. It crumbles any sort of argument Suguru was building in his head, falling for Satoru's honeyed words and sweet kisses. "I waited for you. Wanted to jerk myself off but I waited for you." He breathes in his ear, and Suguru's hand instantly flies to his waist, perhaps he's inching towards snipping the final straw himself.
He was wearing much looser clothing instead of his sorcerers uniform, meaning that Suguru could feel more of Satoru's skin through his clothes. It's not that he doesn't like the compression shirt — on the contrary, he really likes it, the way his muscles ripple with the fabric of it. Suguru had desperately wanted it, however, for no particular reason whatsoever. Maybe just to wrap his dick around it, fuck into the shirt and stain it with his cum before bringing it up to breathe it in, the smell of Satoru's sweat and Suguru's musk intertwined. It was a good plan, was it not? The shirt fits Satoru's body and shows off his muscular form really well, but Suguru had been the more broader one in terms of shoulders.
Satoru complained about it countless of times, and Suguru gave him every tip under the sun to get Satoru's shoulders to be more wide. Despite both of their combined efforts, Satoru had never managed to surpass him in shoulder width. Perhaps that was for good though, because Satoru already dominates him in terms of height. He didn't want yet another loss in the book.
"Really?" Suguru asks, bringing his other hand up to take off Satoru's glasses, seeing his cerulean eyes once more, watching how they glisten just like the ocean does on a warm, spring day. "You saved yourself for me?"
Satoru nods his head, pressing a chaste kiss to Suguru's lips, before pressing another and another. Still, Suguru has to pull away from Satoru's greedy mouth, and whilst he is busy making out with Suguru's tanned skin on his neck, he offers something else instead.
"How about you grind my thigh whilst I work?" He murmurs, and Satoru stills at that for just a moment. Even before Suguru is able to say anything else, however, Satoru straddles one of his thighs and starts to shift his hips ever so slightly, sparking the slightest amount of friction between his clothed groin and Suguru's skin.
That small amount of pressure has Satoru already whimpering, clinging onto Suguru like a koala as he continues with his tentative grinds.
It's fine, Suguru can totally do this. He can totally focus on writing up his reports whilst having the only one he's ever wanted for a decade grind on his thigh. He's a better man than this, no way was he going to fall victim to baseless desire and greed. He is a man of virtuous morals and excellent combat prowess. He can move his body however he wants, speak his mind so that he can lace his thoughts with sharp words and innuendos.
It's the thought of every good thing about himself that keeps Suguru going for a few minutes. He's typing away at his keyboard, willing himself to not focus on Satoru's small moans and gasps that happen directly into his ear, and not paying any attention to Satoru's throbbing dick rubbing against his thigh. He's already doing a very good job of not focusing on that anyway, and he manages to finish a report under this special predicament. A situation in which he never thought he would find himself in to begin with, but oh well.
Except he's got, like, 5 more reports to do. And Satoru isn't going to make himself come with the pace he's set for himself. He's already starting to sweat, and his skin is flushing redder and redder the longer he goes.
With a frustrated groan, Suguru slams his laptop screen shut, and brings Satoru's lips in for a fierce kiss.
"Please," Satoru moans brokenly, pressing his clothed dick hard against Suguru's thigh. He's the one pulling away from the kiss now, with the sole intention of pleading. "I waited long enough."
"I know you did, baby." Suguru whispers picking Satoru up with ease and settling him down onto the bed. Satoru wraps his legs around Suguru's waist, and Suguru is grinding his pelvis against Satoru's now, joining their cocks together for another grind.
It feels even better now that they have less layers of clothes in between them. Satoru is in shorts, Suguru is just in his boxers, and he can feel more of Satoru's hot dick against his own like this.
"Oh please!" Satoru whines, throwing his head back as he grasps at Suguru's hair. Suguru can't believe he's skipping his work to fuck Satoru, he should be doing said work instead of this. "M'so close—!" He chokes, having already strung himself along earlier.
Yet he stops halfway through. He watches Satoru's expression go from pleasured to accusatory in about five seconds flat, and he glares at Suguru for denying his release.
"That's edging." Suguru says plainly, and Satoru makes a pained sound. His mouth opens, but Suguru cuts him off with more of his explanations. "But that wasn't intentional. I want to do something else with you first."
"You should be kinder— What?" Satoru sputters, his wit crumbling with Suguru's words. Perhaps he had expected Suguru to justify his actions, but instead, Suguru is peeling his body away from Satoru, and places a pillow in between his legs instead.
"Hump that." Suguru orders, cringing a little at how he has to place a physical barrier between his own dick and Satoru's dick to stop himself from going any further. He climbs off the bed, eyes still on Satoru as he rolls over onto his front, straddling the pillow.
"Be quick." Satoru pouts, casting a glare over his shoulder when Suguru sits down on his chair again, looking behind to admire Satoru on his bed. He's right there, willing for Suguru to touch him and to bring him to come once more, and yet Suguru is doing anything but taking that chance.
Enough thinking about Satoru. Now is the time to focus on his work so that he can bring his fantasy to life. He's just thankful enough that he is able to sleep with the love of his life.
The sound of typing, fabric shuffling against each other, and Satoru's needy whimpers build a very strange atmosphere in the room. It's focused, yet it's incredibly arousing at the same time, and Suguru doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. He'd be laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but since this is happening to him and no one else, he wants to cry because of it.
"Suguru…" Satoru whines, and Suguru has to grip the edge of his desk to stop himself from looking over, to see Satoru's eyes glossy with tears. It's clear he hasn't been able to come, pent up from frustration and now feeling even more on-edge the longer he teases himself like this. "You're so mean."
"I'm trying to work." Suguru says as sternly as he can, and it does work. He sounds pretty serious, even if his dick throbs and kicks with each of Satoru's mewls. "Not my fault you decided to hump me and my pillow like you're in heat."
"But you said—" Satoru starts to protest, stilling his hips to focus on his argument.
"Focus." Suguru stays firmly. "I gave you a task to complete."
Satoru doesn't say anything more than that. His pretty sounds and gasps resume, alongside the rhythmic shuffle of a pillow and a clothed groin. Maybe Satoru's precum is bleeding through the fabric of his shorts into the pillowcase, in which case Suguru would have to frame that case and hang it up on his walls for the rest of his life. It's one thing to have The Strongest in your bed, needy and waiting for you, it's another to be in love with him and keep your relationship strictly platonical.
The line blurs more and more with each day they spend together, so Suguru doesn't want to consider it right now. He's in love, Satoru is his lover, they're fucking very lovingly. That is the complete and utter truth.
He manages to get through his reports with lightning speed. Five reports completed in twenty minutes, that time spent painfully hard with the person he can vent his sexual frustrations to only a mere few feet away from him. Considering how hard it is for him to focus with a boner, he's done miraculously well.
"I'm done." He breathes, and the sound of Satoru grinding increases in frequency. Suguru pushes off from his desk and stalks over to Satoru on his bed in quick, easy steps, prying his sweaty body away from the pillow and throwing it on the floor. He can clean it up later, right now, he's focusing on his main meal.
"You're so gorgeous." Suguru coos, bringing their lips in for another kiss, meeting their groins in the middle. Satoru moans in relief, wrapping his arms around Suguru's neck and kissing him back just as needily.
"I'm so close." Satoru cries into his mouth, his worn throat being pushed into overdrive as Suguru fucks into his hips once more, the motion familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. It's recognizable in that he knows how to grind, he's pretty skilled at it too. There's something about needing to get off but having clothes as a barrier, something so undeniably sexy about that, which always aides Suguru to completion every single time. Yet it's different in that it's with Satoru. A virgin. Who is unaware of the pleasures that await him if he stays by Suguru's greedy hand.
Suguru isn't quite there yet, so he drives his hips harder, intent on seeing Satoru come rather than himself. "Come on, sweetheart. You deserve this." He coos, and Satoru brings his head down to look at Suguru with tearful eyes. Suguru bites down on Satoru's bottom lip, clenching his teeth around it before letting go, pressing an apologetic kiss afterwards. Still, Satoru let out the prettiest moan at the pain, which only makes him question whether or not Satoru is a bit of a pain slut.
That's a thought for another time. Right now, he's grinding the brains out of Satoru.
"S'like you're fucking me already." Satoru chokes, his body tensing up as his orgasm crashes over him. "Fuck!" He sobs, tugging at Suguru's hair so hard that he's pulling out a few strands.
Suguru lets out a strangled groan at the tug, pressing harder and harder into Satoru's hips to milk himself of his own release. He knows he's already on a time limit before Satoru was pushed into oversensitivity, so he knew he had to be quick about this.
"Just hold on a little more for me." Suguru pleads against Satoru's skin, burying his face into his neck and fanning his warm breath all over. "You're so good for me, you know that, right?" He continues to praise, feeling Satoru's jerks and twitches. Satoru has never stopped moaning though, his voice high-pitched and laced with teetering overstimulation.
"I can't." Satoru sobs, thrashing on the bed now, legs kicking out. Suguru has to hold his thighs apart, and the fact that Satoru is still pushing through means that he likes this more than he wants to admit. "Please, it's—!"
"I'm coming." Suguru groans. "You're so pretty, shit." Suguru is just running his mouth now, whispering endless praises in Satoru's ear as he comes in his pants once more. He feels like a teenager all over again; being able to come in his pants that quick was no easy feat. Still, he helps Satoru come down even if his body is singing with pleasure, his hands moving up to his waist to massage the skin, to help provide an anchor in bringing him into reality.
He watches Satoru come back from his bliss, eyes refocusing on the present and blinking away the tears that threatened to spill minutes earlier. Suguru does want to see that happen at some point, though. Maybe he could push Satoru into overstimulation and make him come twice — surely he would cry from that, no?
Fuck, he can't give himself another boner!
"I thought you were going to kill me." Satoru complains after a few minutes, the flush of his cheeks tampering down into a light pink wash. His hands gently caress Suguru's scalp now, soothing the parts by which he tugged too hard. "Death by grinding. Ugh!"
"You won't die from that." Suguru snorts, rolling over so that he was lying down on his bed. Satoru follows him, however, planting his head on Suguru's chest and wrapping his leg over his waist, keeping Suguru close from the side. "How do you feel?" He asks, looking into Satoru's eyes once more and bringing his hand up to gently play with his hair. "Good?"
"Great." Satoru replies, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Suguru's hair. "I've been missing out for 28 years if I've been coming that hard."
No you're not. You've been saved just for me.
Virginity is a—
"Glad I can help." Suguru laughs, looking back up at the ceiling. He should be getting back to his reports, now that he had made Satoru come. Happy Satoru, happy life.
"I wonder what we're doing next?" Satoru ponders out loud, keeping Suguru anchored in the present rather than letting his mind drift off to some random thought in his head. "Like, if we've already done grinding, then what would we do after that?"
"Hm." Suguru hadn't thought that far. He thought that he would do whatever suited the mood, but now he's not so sure. If he was taking every one of Satoru's virginites, he needed to plan his steps. Duh! "Probably guided masturbation."
"Ooh." Satoru preens, pressing his face into Satoru's neck. "I like the sound of that."
Suguru snorts, and he truly doesn't know whether this was going to be for good or for bad. It's fine, he can just take his crush of ten years' virginity, right? No feelings involved, just sex! Think with your dick, Suguru!
Virginity is a social construct…
He fucking knows already!