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Satoru tilted his head at his homework for his business ethics class he took just for the extra A on his report card, basically doing his boyfriends too since Ryo only studied for exams.
“Ryo, I’m done” he announced, stepping away from the desk to find his boyfriend sitting on the couch, all four arms spread as he watched a hockey game.
“Yeah yeah whatever, Cmere, sit and look pretty for me, used your little brain too hard” he huffed,
Satoru padded over to the leather couch, sinking beside the bigger figure, legs crossed, eyes boring into the tv with stats he knew the meaning of but didn’t care to keep track of.
“Ryo…” Satoru mewled, trying to get his boyfriend’s attention “Shush up doll I’ll deal with you in a second.”
Satoru rolled his eyes, his soft lips into a pout. He pushed his glasses up his nose.
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you about” A lower left arm wrapped around Satoru’s waist. The lower right one moving to rest his hand on Satoru’s pale thigh.
“How do you feel about… fucking another dude?” He suggested lazily, taking bites of a chicken drumstick.
Satoru sensed this as a challenge he never would’ve thought of Ryomen as the type to share, the man was greedy about bed space and fucking protein powder! He was not the kind to be a cuck.
“Ew no, you know I love only you” Satoru swirled random shapes into his boyfriend’s upper left arms bicep.
“It’s not a test, I’m asking because you’ve not once offered to let me mark you.” His dark lips snarled as he took all of his eyes off the sports feed on the 65 inch flat screen.
Bright red eyes. All four upon Satoru’s knitted brows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit leaving his mouth as dry as the Sahara.
“I… haven’t asked because we’ve only been dating a year.. and I haven’t gone into heat-“ his excuse got cut off
“Because you’re not pleased, two dicks can’t please that needy cunt?”
His face was almost as pink as his alphas hair “I- no I’m just not ready! I’m part of a prestigious clan, I can’t just be marked without them expecting more” he stood
“Sit your pretty ass down.” Ryomen commanded with a tug at the white panties Satoru was wearing, he rolled his eyes yet again as he obeyed.
“Ignoring that, it’d be hot, wanna see your prude ass get railed by someone else.” Ryo finished his drumstick, leaving his plate on the coffee table as Satoru considered his words, I mean… an omega should explore their options right? Before being fully bonded by someone? Right..?
“okay.. uhm who did you think?”
“Suguru Geto.”
A pause, a long pause, not silent, no Sukuna always had to have the tv blasting.
The announcer on the screen shouted a term about hockey Satoru didn’t care to remember or try to figure out.
“He’s a flirt! Like kind of a slut”
“Okay? You probably will be too once you get on his dick”
He sighed, he wanted to make his boyfriend happy.
“No one else will know right..? I can’t have a reputation of being a fucking swinger or something” he questioned meekly.
“No one else will know besides me, you, and him.” Ryo reassured, his voice surprisingly sweet, going back to squeezing Satoru’s plump thigh, with a sigh the white haired man nodded.
Ryo gave a fat kiss to Satoru’s flushed cheek. “Thank you doll”
~~~~ two weeks later ~~~~~
Finally, it was the day. After final exams everyone was finally free.
They met up at a hotel Ryomen paid for, Suguru was already in the room when the couple came in, smoking from his dab pen, l. He got up to greet both men, he carried himself lazily, but not as lazy as Ryo just… comfortable?
“Any rules? cause I’m not dealing with jealous boyfriends, already get enough of that” He asked after sitting back down in the chair that he had claimed earlier.
“Not for me, Toru?” Ryomen answered
“Uhm no kissing, just feels too intimate… and scent blockers stay on..” he listed on his fingers, nails manicured as per usual.
“Mkay” Suguru took one last dab before standing up and taking off his shirt, the black wife beater ending up on the table with snacks, a small tattoo on his hip bone, piercings adorning his nipples standing out against the brown buds.
Once Suguru guided Satoru to the edge of the bed Ryo sat down, watching each action, leaning back as if entertained already.
Fitting for someone who had seemed to always be bored.
“So no kisses anywhere? That’ll be very hard to do foreplay pretty boy” Suguru purred, he smelled of marijuana and Tom Ford, the woodsy scent Satoru thought of buying months ago.
“Uhm.. I guess just not on the lips”
With those words Suguru helped take off the stupid digimon shirt he’d already grown a malice towards, seeing the bare chest, he began soft kisses across pectoral muscles and areolas, Satoru let out soft breaths of pleasure.
Ryomen leaned forward in his seat to get a good view of the assault upon his omegas nipples.
“Wanna take these off for me?” Suguru suggested, his black nails dipping into the waistband of the jeans Satoru was wearing, with a whine Satoru unbuckled his belt, kicking off the grey washed denim from his body.
“Shush, still a long ways to start pleasing that wet pussy lil mutt” he murmured into Satoru’s ribcage, kissing down his body, it felt… good.. so good. Ryomen never gave him much time before sex, mostly making him prep by himself -
“I’m not a mutt I am head of a clan that could buy your entire-“ he was cut off with a lick to his panties, two metallic spheres amplifying the sensation “such a spoiled puppy huh?”
Suguru knelt to kiss Satoru’s inner thigh, lips parted in sloppy pecks over the milky skin, strong hands spreading his legs for better access to the sopping wet mess that was Satoru’s panties.
He slid the black lace off, tossing them to Ryomen who grabbed them, sniffing the arousal, sweeter than usual.
Parting the slick folds Suguru gave a testing taste, humming in delight, his lips finding the omega’s clit expertly, his lips closing around it, the vertical labret upon Suguru’s lips toying with the pink flesh.
Blue eyes closed as Suguru’s maw explored the cunt presented perfectly for him.
“A-aah~” Satoru whimpered, fingers curling into the expensive duvet for any type of grounding, closing his eyes as his body experienced the foreign pleasure in waves, he felt hot, as if he was back in Okinawa for summer vacation under the hot scorching sun, he felt like he was burning.
Gentle, too gentle soft licks and sucks across pleasure points carefully, too careful, too good, way too good. He shouldn’t be feeling this with a man who isn’t even his boyfriend.
Yet, it was pure euphoria, his eyes rolled back, it was overwhelming pleasure.
Feelings he didn’t know were possible, tears well up in his eyes and Ryomen leans forward to wipe them away. “Shh doll… let the nice man eat that needy pussy.”
Satoru arched, mouth parted with noises he hadn’t even registered, his brain was practically mush he needed to get out of this state he - “needa cum-“ he moaned.
“Hold it” Suguru mumbled the command against Satoru’s wet folds, sending shivers up his spine. Ryomen watched, leaning back in his chair, humming as Satoru thrashed, legs tightening around Sugurus tan cheeks.
“C-can’t!” He breathed heavily, tears running down his face from the overstimulation and the denial of his impending orgasm.
“So needy, alright then. Don’t hold back if your that weak” Suguru raised a brow before slipping two fingers into the heat, digits curving to reach that sweet spot within the omega.
Satoru’s ego bruised at the word “weak” he was not weak he could hold it.. right? What a fucking asshole, he fought back against his senses.
The oh so overwhelming senses, Satoru tried to ignore the fingers playing with his pussy like he was made for it, pfft as if the valedictorian for the best school in the continent was bred for-
The wave of pleasure crashed down like a tsunami of heat pooling entirely in his stomach making him quiver up into a sitting position, the heat crashed eating him up entirely as Suguru just kept fucking going, one hand holding onto his ass the other perfectly positioned so his fingers could hit -
“yes right there~” Satoru moaned, his beautiful blue eyes squeezed shut as he squealed, legs shaking, his palms sweaty, finding resort in the long, soft, black strands. Pulling Suguru closer to his core.
Once his spasms stopped Suguru pulled away, blinking once before licking his lips clean, satisfied with the twitching mess in front of him.
Finally, finally he removed an article of his own clothing, tossing the Valentino belt onto the couch, his baggy jeans hanging low on his hips down, he zipped down his pants slowly, teasing Satoru.
Once his jeans were finally off he slid down his boxers just enough, letting his cock slide out, he positioned himself between Satoru’s legs.
Tip teasing up and down, down and up. Silver piercings on Suguru’s dick perfectly swirling around Satoru’s swollen clit.
“Last call, you good pretty thing?”
Satoru nodded in response, breath hitching as his hole stretched opening to the thick length of the alpha, his brain felt like it was rewiring itself, starting from his pussy.
“Mhm we’ll just go so slow~” Suguru murmured into Satoru’s ear, slowly pushing in, he wasn’t as thick as sukuna but still gave a significant stretch, it was better somehow.
Satoru had thought for years that big cocks meant good sex, turns out it the prep the angle that Suguru was currently pounding into despite his promise to go slow.
“Fuck-! Right there!” He sniffled as he nearly sobbed from the pleasure this new alpha was forcing into his body.
Pheromones hung in the air like a thick barrier of pure musk and vanilla, each thrust an assault bullying Satoru’s sensitive cunt.
He pushed Satoru’s legs up, forcing the omega into a mating press as he drilled into his pussy, hard, rough.
Ryomen smirked watching his omegas limbs grow limp, lost in the innumerous amount of jolts upon jolts of pleasure that was gifted by Suguru’s knot now hitting the sweet, sobbing omegas entrance.
“Ask your boyfriend if you can take this knot” Suguru teased, looking at the pink haired male, he was smoking a cigarette.
“Do whatcha want, Toru’s free use now isn’t he? Lil slut” Ryo let the ash fall on the hotels kitchenette counter, not caring as per usual.
“K-ugh” Satoru’s eyes drifted to watch his boyfriend the alpha who was supposed to be doing this, he eyed the bulge but didn’t say anything, he looked back up to Suguru, lips parted in annoyed grunts and gentle moans.
He was soooo pretty for an alpha - that sounded backhanded- brown monolidded eyes mixing with hints of purple, nose a bit hooked not enough to be pronounced but enough to be studied.
He was so beautiful, Satoru knew if he was an omega he’d be competing beside him, or maybe be scissoring him- ugh too much thinking…
Too much thinking to realize that he began to stretch for the knot, he cried out, legs suddenly gaining back their strength to wrap tightly around the narrow waist of Suguru’s.
He let out a shriek into his palm as the knot locked them in place, pussy spasming with the aftershocks of a sudden orgasm due entirely from the fact that thick alpha cum was invading his womb.
His hand left his mouth to travel over Suguru’s hand over his stomach, he blushed somehow even harder seeing the evidence of their mating, a thick bulge in Satoru’s stomach.
No wonder Suguru wasn’t looking up to see the tears, or the omega’s former alpha retreating with his phone on mute seemingly on a call. Claiming he had business to attend to.
Leaving both of them alone in the hotel room, breathing, barely so. Knot stuck in the already tight pussy.
“G’nna be here a while get comfy ‘Toru” Suguru mocked.
“T-that was good” Satoru offered, holding back giggles as a wet wipe rid his cheeks of the drool he didn’t even know he was producing.
“He doesn’t make you cum like that” Suguru said, not an accusation, not a tease, just… observation backed by the surprise upon Ryomen’s face when Satoru’s back arched off the bed, when Satoru wasn’t crying from the stretch but from pleasure.
He looked away, suddenly embarrassed at the verdict. “He.. he’s made me cum but not like that, um only when he’s rutted.. he’s too rough I think”
“Uh huh someone has to take care of this spoiled lil pussy don’t they puppy?” Suguru teased the omegas clit, easing himself out with a pop.
Satoru moaned gently, hole dripping free of cum.
“Nuhuh.. gotta make sure that pretty pussy gives me some puppies, m’ pretty sure you’re not staying with that rough n tough boyfriend huh lil prince?” He pushed the cum back in with his thick fingers, making sure all of it stayed inside the whining Satoru’s hole.
Suguru stretched to grab the black panties sliding them up Satoru’s thighs.
“Ya want me to drive you home?” He tilted his head, voice still in that tone.. maybe it was just his voice that dripped with a near coo, almost as if he was pitying anyone he interacted with.
“It’s okay I’ll get an uber” he sat up, reaching for his pants and expensive belt.
Suguru looked as if Satoru had told him he would just jump off a bridge.
“No, you’re not, where do you live?” Suguru slid his pants back on, cleaning up the hotel room wiping Ryomens cigarette ash off the counter.
“Uhm a little bit off campus..” He slid back into his crocs prior to buckling his belt, his tummy still feeling full and warm, comforting so, like a warm soup during allergy season settling in his lower abdomen.
“You ever ride a motorcycle?”
Suguru asked, grabbing silver keys after tying his hair back.
“I could.”
“Hop on,”
After leaving the hotel with Suguru’s arm draped around his waist Satoru felt content, as if his life was just starting.
Something had awakened in him today, and he had time to figure it out.