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Sukuna was never one to skip practice on a Friday night. What would it look like if the star quarterback and captain of the football team didn’t show up? Clearly, no one would take him seriously. However, Sukuna was always tough on himself and the team. A break from his yelling and sneering was what everyone needed, including him.
There was a house party up the street. If he were being honest, it had been a while since he got black out wasted at someone’s house. Tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity. The party was a big one, almost the entire university was crammed into a small house or fooling around in the backyard.
Sukuna had only a few drinks earlier in the night. He had an edible, too, but he swore it really didn’t have anything in it. An hour after taking it, he was staring at the grass and complaining that he wasn’t high off his ass yet. He obviously knew better than to take a second edible but he couldn’t help eating the entire gummy ten minutes ago.
It was quieter outside. He wanted to be alone for the time being, at least while he waited for Choso to come back with more alcohol. There was screaming from the back yard but he didn’t turn to see what the commotion was about; the music just about drowned out everybody’s laughing anyway. He thought about his brother who was probably on his seventh drink for the night, playing with his friends and having a good time.
The air was cool and refreshing. The solitude was good for him, too. He needed more peace in his life – well, he needed a chance to not be a menace to others. Being alone let him be in his thoughts.
“Sukuna~”
That voice made him slump immediately. His expression fell and he stared ahead like he was in pain. But his heart fluttered at the sound of his name coming out of Satoru’s mouth.
Then he turned to see where he was standing.
Satoru was walking up beside the car. The street light not too far off illuminated his face. His blue eyes were as bright as ever, even this late at night. His glasses were pushed up into his hair to keep his white bangs out of his face. That same shit eating grin was on his lips, though Sukuna feigned like he hated seeing it. He enjoyed it at times. Like right now since he was alone.
Some company would be nice.
And most of the time, he didn’t tell Satoru to get out of his face. In fact, recently, it was the opposite. They've been friendlier to each other over the past three months. Ever since that night they hooked up after the horrendous football game, they came around to see each other more often.
So, it wasn’t odd to see that smile on Satoru’s face.
“You actually go to parties?” Sukuna asked.
“I know how to have a good time.” Satoru said as he sat up on the trunk of the car next to Sukuna. He easily made himself comfortable whenever they were together. It was even better because there was no one else outside.
What kind of night would they have tonight?
Sukuna was mildly curious. They were only together when they wanted something. As Sukuna looked at him, looked over his body – gazing at the silly black sweatshirt with the blue letters that matched his eyes, and the glasses that kept long white strands out of such a perfect face – he figured there wouldn’t be any harm done to doing something interesting…Satoru was staring back, just waiting for Sukuna to say something enticing. No matter what it was, Satoru would have a come back. He was waiting for Sukuna to open his mouth and say anything…
They had moments like that often where they would stare at each other in silence. Sometimes, their expressions would give them away. Tonight they tried to exhibit some control – well, Sukuna tried to. He wasn’t high enough yet to let everything go.
He noticed the cherry flavored coke in Satoru’s hand – it was Satoru’s favorite drink to get at the diner. Sukuna wondered where he bought the bottle tonight.
He looked up at Satoru’s face again and considered making a snide comment. He smiled instead, devious in nature, but it was a smile nonetheless. “I thought you’d still be crying at home.”
That wasn’t something Satoru was expecting to hear. His brows slightly furrowed for a brief second, but he smiled, too. “I don’t know what gave you the impression that I cry.”
“Your face gets puffy.” Sukuna shrugged. “Your eyes get red, too, but when you’ve been crying your cheeks get all fat.”
“Staring at me?”
“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t come near me.” He wanted to hide how often he looked at Satoru but it wasn’t easy. His eyes wandered to Satoru’s face again with curiosity.
No puffy cheeks tonight.
“If you’re curious, I’m not depressed.” Satoru said.
“I didn’t ask.”
“Yeah, well, I have a feeling you’re telling people I’m crying-”
Sukuna cut him off. “Why would I ever talk about you?”
Satoru just smiled as he leaned back on the car. “So you don’t think about me?” He asked in a teasing tone. When Sukuna scrunched up his nose, Satoru laughed. “You always take things literally.”
“You know I’m the ‘say what you mean’ kind of guy.”
“Yeah, I know.” Satoru agreed with him.
They remained silent for a little while. There was no tension between them, at least there hadn’t been tension between them for the past three months.
Just twenty-four hours after a nasty break up, Satoru found himself spreading his legs for Sukuna. Neither of them took it that seriously which was why they began hooking up now and again for the fun of it.
They have gotten comfortable around each other. Saying “familiar” didn’t fully encompass how close they were now. They knew more about each other than people would think. The only thing was that they weren’t dating and they made sure to keep it that way. A no strings attached relationship was easier to deal with. No commitments. No obligations. No need to owe each other anything.
There were times that they confided in each other though. Sure, getting emotional support was a little much but when life was shitty, they needed someone unbiased to complain to.
Satoru took a breath. “You know…it’s been three months and I feel weird…”
“Yeah, well, you are weird.” Sukuna said and looked back over his shoulder to glance at Satoru’s expression. He was thoughtful, that was for sure. “You just came out of a committed relationship. It’s not surprising that you feel out of place.”
“I guess…I just thought it would be over by now.”
Sukuna had to hold himself back from adding too much about Satoru’s previous relationship. He told himself he didn’t care most of the time, and months ago he really didn’t care. Lately, he wondered if Satoru wanted to get back together with his ex. It was the long, distant stares, or the silence when Satoru passed by something that gave him pleasant memories, or certain touches that made Satoru feel what it was like to be loved…it had been three months but Satoru wondered why he was still emotionally caught up in something that already ended. Sukuna knew himself as the rebound…well, not even that much either. The two of them weren’t dating. Sukuna used Satoru for sex now and again, maybe a blow job here and there. He expected nothing from Satoru, especially not emotional availability…
Though, over the months things slowly began to change.
They truly do enjoy each other’s company.
At times they act as though they were together, as if they could rely on each other physically and emotionally…everything they shared together was a good relationship, just without the title of dating.
Maybe it was easier that way.
Sukuna leaned back on the car and turned his head to look at Satoru. “I’m not a therapist or anything.” He started, but his tone lacked the joking quality it always had when he was about to give Satoru advice. “You can’t expect everything to go away just because the relationship is over. Give it some time, I guess.”
“Yeah…” Satoru said softly.
His eyes were far away again. Even as he looked at Sukuna, he was barely focused. Sukuna could tell that Satoru was wrapped up in what could’ve been.
“You know, you’re ruining my fucking vibe by moping.” Sukuna added.
The life returned to Satoru’s eyes almost instantly. A smile spread to his lips and he began to laugh quietly while Sukuna continued to complain.
“As if these stupid edibles weren’t enough, Choso still hasn’t come back with more beer. Everyone is wasted except me.”
“You’re such a grouch.” Satoru laughed harder. “Your vibes are terrible from the start, there’s no fixing that. Try to smile more and it might help-”
“You look like a fish.”
“Jealous?” Satoru leaned closer.
“An ugly fish…” Sukuna mumbled before he felt soft lips brush his own.
Tonight, Satoru’s lips tasted of cherry. Sukuna got a hint of it on his tongue, it was sweet. The next kiss gave him more of the flavor. There was something about Satoru’s kisses that made everything seem so…sweet. Sukuna didn’t care much for sugar, but he went back for more kisses almost always when he was with Satoru.
They shared tender kisses more often than not.
Satoru was the nicer one when it came to showing “affection”. He’d kiss Sukuna randomly to make him angry. Kiss his nose, his cheek, maybe even his forehead, and the yelling would ensue. With Sukuna, he was just more passionate. His words never got across what he felt, it was his actions that gave it away. He would easily deepen a kiss and leave Satoru breathless.
Right now, Sukuna was tempted.
His fingers ached to pull Satoru closer, to touch that same face that he called an ugly fish just a moment ago. He liked the closeness, the taste of Satoru’s lips, the heat of his body. When he wanted more, he went for it. But this time he had to control himself.
He pulled away, tense and on edge because he wanted nothing more than to keep his lips on Satoru’s. It was what Satoru wanted, too. “Someone’s gonna see us.”
“It’s a little risky.” By the smile on Satoru’s face, he didn’t seem to mind. He came closer again to kiss Sukuna’s lips. Just as soft as the first time, just as sweet. “Don’t you think the risk makes it hotter?” He asked.
“You really are weird.” Sukuna mumbled.
He closed his eyes and like an answered prayer, the warmth of Satoru’s skin graced his own. He could say Satoru was weird all he wanted, he just couldn’t deny that the risk of being caught made what they did more exciting. He bit his lip at the thought, then quickly made the decision to steal another kiss.
For now, it was just the two of them in their own little world, kissing the night away like there was no tomorrow.
When they heard the laughter of a group of friends coming close, they quickly separated and put enough space between them to not give the impression that they were about to take off each other’s clothes. A few people ran by while laughing and shouting. They didn’t notice Sukuna and Satoru sitting on the trunk of the car. Both of them were so tense only to not be bothered.
They looked at each other and began laughing, too.
The risk was definitely entertaining for both of them.
It was something they talked about before and the answer was always the same: neither of them wanted to deal with what would happen if people found out about them together. It was just easier to keep things quiet.
They stayed together outside and joked about what would happen if they got caught. It put Satoru in a better mood. Sukuna thought it was a good thing; he wouldn't admit it out loud but it sometimes annoyed him when Satoru looked upset. He wanted to do everything to make sure Satoru wouldn't have a depressed expression on his face. It was much better to see him smile. Something else Sukuna wouldn't admit out loud.
After a little while, someone walked over to them. In his hand was a six pack of beers, the cheapest ones he could find. He was a tall man, hair in pigtails, dark make up around his eyes and a scar over his nose. He wore a thick sweater, one similar to what Sukuna was wearing. Satoru recognized him but he didn't say anything.
He was calm which was better than how Sukuna was reacting. Satoru watched as Sukuna began to grumble from the sudden irritation. He recognized the man but didn’t feel the need to put more space between himself and Sukuna.
"About time, Choso." Sukuna immediately said once the man tossed him one of the beer cans. "You were gone for an hour, what were you even doing?"
"That long?” Choso paused for a second and thought about what he was doing during that time. That’s when Sukuna realized that Choso may have been high, and what frustrated him more was that Choso was high and he wasn’t. “I didn't even notice." Choso finally answered and pulled another beer can to hand to Satoru.
"I don't drink." Satoru declined.
"Good for you." Choso said, a genuine comment though his low tone made it sound more sarcastic than he meant it to be. He looked at Sukuna. “You need more sober friends.”
“So do you.” Sukuna opened the can.
“Well, we’ll see if that happens sometime soon.” Choso shrugged, unbothered. “I’m going inside. It’s too cold out here.”
Sukuna and Satoru remained on the trunk of his car and watched as Choso walked in the grass. More people were coming out of the house but the noise was still loud inside. The party was still going strong. Sukuna let something Satoru said sink in for a second, then he turned back to say what was on his mind.
“I’ve seen you drink.” He said, slightly confused because he thought Satoru was lying to Choso.
“I don’t drink cheap beer.” Satoru said and lifted up his coke bottle. “A cherry coke is way better than that washed out stuff.”
“That's right…" Sukuna nodded slowly. "You're a lightweight."
"I am and I'm not going to pretend like I'm not." Satoru smiled as he drank his cherry coke.
Sukuna took the bottle from Satoru's hand and replaced it with the already half empty beer can. He was curious to see how Satoru would react to the taste of it. All he saw Satoru eat or drink was sugar, it was time to change it up a bit. Satoru frowned as he looked at the can, but he still took a sip since Sukuna wouldn't give the coke back if he didn't.
He grimaced from just a small sip. Sukuna laughed at the face he made, the way Satoru scrunched up his nose and groaned from the taste.
"This is horrible."
"Better than this stuff." Sukuna tried some of it like he always did when Satoru had something sweet. And he hated it. Like usual. He frowned from the acidic taste, but what he really didn’t like was the cherry flavor. Sweet things weren’t for him. "How do you not have cavities?"
"How about I ask a more interesting question?" Satoru grabbed his coke bottle before Sukuna could dump it out. "Wanna have a bit of fun? I'm sure we can find an empty room somewhere."
Sukuna looked back towards the house.
So many people inside…so many people that could find out they were fucking…
"That's risky." Sukuna looked at Satoru again. Then he shrugged. "Yeah, sure." He agreed easily.
He wasn't one to say no to getting his dick wet.
"You're easy." Satoru snickered as he hopped off the trunk. "Not getting laid much?"
"I could say the same about you. You're the one always texting me at three in the morning." Sukuna emphasized that Satoru was the one to chase after him.
Though, Sukuna didn't mind it that much if he were being honest with himself.
Satoru knew it, too. He smiled slyly as he turned around, sauntering a few steps away before he spun back to look at Sukuna again. "Seems like you're waiting for my texts at three in the morning." His smile only became more flirty.
Sukuna really did like being chased but he'd follow after Satoru, too. Especially with that sultry expression he was making. Satoru was never one to hide it.
"You know you can ask for it, too."
"You make it sound better." Sukuna followed Satoru, almost as if he was stalking his prey. He had his sights set on devouring Satoru tonight and both of them knew it.
"True." Satoru agreed.
He flashed his cheeky smile, batted his white lashes, and turned away again as if he was leaving Sukuna wanting more. It worked because Sukuna continued to blindly follow behind Satoru with the thought of just fucking him into the mattress the entire time.
The things he wanted to do…the things he would do…all of it filled his head. They may not be able to get away with a wild night tonight but that didn't mean Sukuna wouldn't try. Hell, he caught up close enough to Satoru that he could wrap his arm around his waist. He just didn't do it, not because he didn't want to but because he didn't want anyone to see how quickly he'd pull Satoru close to him and whisper the most foul things in his ear. Bumping shoulders was the only thing people would see them do.
They didn't rush to find a room once they got inside the house. Everyone seemed drunk enough that no one would remember seeing them walk up the stairs together. The party was loud and obnoxious, just like any other college party. Satoru and Sukuna easily slipped away and began looking for empty rooms to sneak into.
The only one unoccupied was at the end of the hall. All the lights were off and not a single sound came from inside. The air was cool, too; it didn't have the thick heat or lingering scent of sex.
Yet.
Sukuna followed Satoru inside quietly and closed the door.
There were no lights in the room; the only thing that allowed them to see was the light that peaked in from under the door. The sound of music downstairs was muffled. They could barely hear the shouting and laughing now that the door was closed.
Sukuna locked it, too.
"You're ruining the thrill." Satoru heard the click of the door lock.
"I don't need a cock block right now." Sukuna was already taking his pants off. He couldn't fathom someone interrupting him at the most important part of his night.
Satoru was just as eager but he had to tease Sukuna a bit. "I doubt you'd stop if someone came in."
"You wouldn't want to either."
Both of them thought they wouldn't be able to hold back even if they were caught in the middle of sex. In reality, they'd probably push each other off the bed in an attempt to create space between them. They really don't want to deal with someone catching them.
Sukuna was about to pull his sweater over his head when he stopped suddenly. A weird wave of heat swallowed him whole and he couldn't think clearly. With his thoughts jumbled and his body going numb, he instantly knew that what he did tonight – take two edibles because he thought they barely worked – was a bad idea.
"Oh…no…" He lowered his arms slowly. "Wow…" He could barely feel Satoru's hands that snaked underneath his sweater. Even the hot kiss on his cheek couldn’t keep him focused.
"Seeing stars already?" Satoru laughed in his ear.
"I'm about to be." Sukuna let his arm wrap around Satoru's waist to hold on to him. It was the most real feeling he got at the moment.
Everything else was like a strange dream to him.
Before he knew it, he was falling backwards onto the bed. He didn't notice the shove on his chest that set him off balance. All he could hear was Satoru's laugh, a distant sound to him but something he tried to follow. He wanted to lift himself out of bed but couldn’t find the conviction to do it. Instead, he laid there as his mind swam in the heat.
Time was escaping him. Everything was moving too slow and too fast at the same time.
He sunk more in the bed as he felt the slender fingers running up his thighs. Such a gentle touch sparked electricity all throughout his body. Slowly, his underwear was pulled down to expose his erection. Already his dick was hard from the thoughts he harbored about getting Satoru in his arms. His body was craving physical touch.
Then he felt the warmth of Satoru's mouth on his cock.
His eyes closed and he breathed deep. His hips slowly rolled upwards to follow that warmth he liked so much. He was lucky that Satoru gave it to him without being a tease. Now that he didn’t have to deal with his inhibitions, he could give in to the pleasure. It was easy, too. Already he had his hands in Satoru’s hair, holding his head up and trying to guide his mouth further along his length. Satoru was obedient, let Sukuna show him where he liked it; his tongue flattened on the beating skin, and Sukuna moaned softly once the sensation reached his tip.
Then Satoru’s lips around him beautifully and Sukuna really started to fall in love. A nice blowjob was something he could appreciate and it was always better when Satoru was the one doing it. He knew Satoru’s mouth intimately well. Just by the way Satoru kissed the tip, Sukuna knew he was smiling. It was probably arrogance, but it was hard not to be when Sukuna was moaning from a little oral sex.
He wasn’t one to be vocal most of the time; a moan here and there, maybe a few grunts and whimpers when he was really into it, some heavy breathing and sighs of pure ecstasy for sure…the one thing that was on his mind right now was almost telling Satoru how much he loved feeling his mouth and his tongue, how good he was about taking him in one go…he felt spoiled. Satoru had always been good with his mouth but tonight was different. Within minutes Sukuna was already transcending.
He could’ve said things he didn’t mean…throw out an “I love you” when he felt Satoru’s tongue roll around his tip just the way he liked it. He really almost let it slip out, that was how good it felt. Maybe it was the edible or the few beers, or maybe it was because Sukuna really did like it when Satoru kissed his skin.
Would it be so wrong to let his true thoughts out? He was already moaning and telling Satoru to go deeper…there’d be no harm in saying a few more things…
His eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling in a daze. His imagination ran wild with all the things he wanted to do to Satoru. Hell, he even imagined himself pulling Satoru off the floor, bringing him on the bed and fucking him until neither of them could move. He wanted to be so deep inside Satoru that he’d be able to feel every breath he took. So deep that he’d make Satoru tremble and whimper. As if he wasn’t already hard before, his erection throbbed excitedly from his vivid imagination. His stare was blank, but his face was warm and rushing with just as much blood as his dick was.
He couldn't focus.
The kiss to the inside of his thigh felt too good. Warm lips continued to kiss along his skin, fondle his balls, even wrap around his tip again. He didn't realize it but he would tremble slightly every time he felt Satoru bite him.
It was everything, and at the same time not enough.
He needed more and he wasn’t going to wait for it.
"Get over here." Sukuna tugged on Satoru's hair so he would stop teasing.
"No need to be impatient." Satoru laughed as he climbed into bed right above Sukuna. His pants and underwear were already laying on the floor and Sukuna was tempted to get his hands inside Satoru's sweater. "You know I'm not going anywhere."
Sukuna's hands continued to feel up Satoru's back but he didn't take off the sweater. Instead he brought Satoru down closer to him until their foreheads were pressed together.
"...wanna feel inside you…" He mumbled.
"You felt inside my mouth." Satoru laughed quietly again while Sukuna's hands slid down the curve of his back.
Sukuna hummed quietly. "Yeah, but it was nothing special."
"Sure about that? I heard you moaning."
"Now it's your turn."
Satoru scoffed but he let Sukuna believe that he could do anything at the moment. It was easier to just kiss him and leave him in a daze. Sukuna was malleable and easy right now; he followed the flow of Satoru’s movements instead of completely dominating.
Slowly more heat began to consume his body.
Satoru kissed along his neck, sucked on his skin, and licked the light marks that he left behind. All Sukuna could do was lay in the bed and let it happen. It was a nice feeling. Though it was always nice. Feeling Satoru’s breath at the base of his neck just made things more real for him, well as real as it could be.
His hands slid down to Satoru’s waist just as the warmth at his dick became more noticeable. It was tighter as it devoured him whole. He moaned out loud again, barely aware that his voice just slipped out of his mouth. There was no reason to hold back, but Sukuna was in such a daze that he didn’t even know he was doing something worth holding back…the heat felt good, his hips lifted slightly just to feel more of it. His fingers dug into Satoru’s skin deep enough that he heard Satoru’s breath hitch from the pain.
“That’s…good…” Sukuna mumbled and licked his lips. He breathed out deeply while Satoru slowly moved his hips; he heard the soft hum that was muffled into his shoulder. “Come on, ride me…”
Satoru chuckled quietly. He lifted himself up until he was sitting straight up on Sukuna’s lap. “You’re so easy.” He moved his hand in his sweater to push it up higher to his chest, exposing more of his body for Sukuna. The small sliver of light from the bedroom door only gave a glimpse of his body. “Is this what you want?” Satoru began to rock his hips on Sukuna’s lap. Slow and easy.
His other hand slid underneath Sukuna’s sweater, too, and pushed it up to his chest. He placed his hand on the center of Sukuna’s chest, just able to feel the fast heartbeat at his fingertips, and rode Sukuna just like he was begged to.
They were lucky that there was music downstairs to drown out their moans.
Sukuna didn’t really care that much. He felt good and had no problems showing it, especially since it was making Satoru feel good, too.
They always got off on each other.
For once, since Sukuna was so high, the look in his eyes became full. He rarely looked at anyone that way, but with Satoru it just seemed like he was looking at his soul mate. It could’ve been the sex – after all, Sukuna loved anything that made his dick feel good.
But this was different.
His mind revolved around how Satoru looked like an angel above him. He caught glimpses of Satoru’s face but he knew all the expressions by heart already. He just couldn’t help but think of the heavenly presence with him now, the halo of white hair around Satoru’s face…the way he leaned his head back to look up towards where he came from…Sukuna was more than just high. He will never admit it but he was in love, too, and not because his dick was getting swallowed in the perfect heat there was. There was no other place Sukuna would rather be than at some random house, in a random bedroom on someone’s bed, letting Satoru ride his dick for the fun of it.
The angel was ethereal.
Sukuna didn’t want to let him go.
He kept his hands at Satoru’s waist and guided his movements…made him go deeper, until Satoru was squirming and whimpering. Sukuna just wanted to stay so deep inside him that he could feel every part of him.
They continued to fuck for a while, forgetting where they were and that they were having sex at some college party. If anything, it made it hotter. They could have each other and no one would ever find out about it. That was the best part about it, the secrecy. It was like they were the only two that mattered in their own little world.
Sukuna was practically blinded by his infatuation and being stoned didn't help.
But he enjoyed the sex even more because of it. This time, he felt like he was floating. To feel Satoru's skin on his fingertips and the warmth of his body was what brought him down to Earth.
What made everything real was hearing Satoru's voice, his sweet moans of pleasure and quiet taunting to get Sukuna riled up. The whimpers and shivering easily made Sukuna's dick throb, but watching Satoru's face got his heart racing even more. There was no doubt that he just loved watching Satoru's reactions. Most of the time, he was cheeky and playful, but Sukuna would do everything to get Satoru to crumble underneath him; Satoru riding him wouldn't be any different. Sukuna had his hand wrapped around Satoru's cock, stroking at the same rhythm of Satoru's hips. He could feel the subtle trembles of the body above him. Every shallow breath that Satoru took was shaky. Yet Sukuna hung on to each moan that came from Satoru's lips and hoped to hear more.
When Sukuna was close, he got a bit rougher. He had enough strength to try and take control but Satoru had to ease him back down on the bed so he wouldn't. Sukuna wasn't the one to stay down and take it, Satoru knew that, but at the moment Sukuna was wrapped around his slender finger. The best thing for him to do is lay back and let Satoru do the work. Maybe one day Satoru could get his turn and have Sukuna ride him, too.
That was a good fantasy to have.
No surprise that Sukuna came first after watching Satoru enjoy his time on top. And since he was in a good mood tonight, he didn't mind giving Satoru a real taste of what it was like to ride him. Sure he could say he rocked Satoru's world tonight with just the last minute of fucking him rough, but it was really Satoru who had Sukuna wrapped around his finger. Sukuna knew it. In that high brain of his, he knew that it wouldn't take much to have him do anything for Satoru. Making him cum was just a nice bonus.
The twitches were cute. Sukuna had a thing for holding Satoru's thighs to feel them shake. It didn't happen all the time, but whenever Sukuna hit the right spot, Satoru would melt.
He fell over in bed and Sukuna didn't even give him a second to catch his breath before kissing him deeply. Sukuna was breathing hard, too, but he didn't care. His hands were on Satoru's face, pulling him closer for one kiss after another, taking his breath as if it was his life line. And Satoru let him.
If it wasn't for the loud screaming and laughing outside the bedroom door, they probably would've spent the night making out.
Or going multiple rounds.
"They're so annoying…" Sukuna grumbled angrily. "Can't they shut up?" If he had something to throw he'd chuck it at the door.
Satoru laughed despite Sukuna's mumbling. He even held Sukuna's face in his hand and squished his cheeks. "You're a little grumpy when you're high, aren't you?" Satoru teased and was swiftly met with a hand to his own face.
"I'm getting out of here…" Sukuna reached for the first thing he could find and used it to wipe the cum off his stomach. He could care less who it belonged, too.
"Okay," Satoru decided to get comfortable in bed despite Sukuna getting up.
Sukuna didn't have to see Satoru's face to know there was a smug grin on his lips. Hell, the silence was all he needed to tell. He clicked his teeth and sighed heavily before giving in.
"You want to come with?" He faked the politeness. It was never his strong suit.
"Oh? That's actually kind of you to ask." Satoru continued to tease. "Sure, I'm not doing anything. Where are you taking me?"
"Home." Sukuna grabbed his clothes off the floor so he could get dressed. "We're fucking."
"That's not a question."
"I'm not asking."
"Fine." Satoru's sigh was obnoxious. He got himself out of bed as he made a grand gesture by outstretching his arms. "I guess I'll just let you do whatever you want. You're the one that calls the shots anyway." His sarcasm was just as dramatic.
"Yeah, yeah."
Sukuna continued to grumble to himself while Satoru slipped on his clothes. The sweater he pulled over his head fit much tighter than the one he was wearing before…immediately, he heaved out another sigh. Satoru’s cheeky laughter behind him just confirmed that he already slipped on the other sweater and had no intentions of giving it back.
Typical. Sukuna didn’t say anything about it. He was just more determined to get out of here and put his dick in his favorite spot.
"How much do you wanna bet you'll be passed out the second I put you to bed?" Satoru asked.
Sukuna stopped yanking up his jeans to actually think through making a bet with Satoru. It wasn't good that he had to jump through hoops to get a coherent thought. Plus his memory of the lost bets weren't coming up as quickly. He had won a few in the past and he was confident that he could stay up despite being so high he could take a nap for days.
"A large cinnamon tea from the café on campus."
"Ugh, that's disgusting." Satoru visibly cringed from the thought of the tea. But it was what Sukuna liked the most. "You're on." Satoru agreed without hesitation.
"I know money isn't a problem for you, but I can make it one."
"You can try." Satoru enjoyed the determination.
"Yeah?" Sukuna enjoyed it, too.
They were just seconds from placing more bets as they opened the door to find three annoying sophomores leaning on the other wall huddled over from laughing too hard. Well, two of them were laughing hard, one of them was just staring off into the distance.
Were they caught? Well, they were coming out of a dark room together. No one just hangs out in the dark for the fun of it, or so the sophomores believed. The three of them were drunk and one of them was even more high than Sukuna was right at the moment.
Sukuna and Satoru stood there in silence. The three sophomores stared back at them with curious eyes…well, Yuuji and Nobara were aware that Satoru and Sukuna were standing in front of them. Megumi appeared a little out of it, however.
"What did you do?" Sukuna broke the silence to ask and gestured at Megumi who held a blank gaze at him.
Yuuji spoke up eagerly. "Choso had some stuff-"
"Stop." Sukuna didn't want to hear anything else.
"Drugs are bad." Satoru leaned closer to Megumi to laugh in his face. "You don't want to have one brain cell left. You’ll have Yuuji’s intelligence to look forward to.”
Yuuji frowned when Megumi snorted at the joke. “I’m not dumb.”
“Of course you’re not.” Satoru said sarcastically and put his glasses on. “I’d never call you something you weren’t.”
“Man-”
Nobara cut Yuuji off to loudly ask, "Why are you two walking out of a room together?" Sure, everyone could hear her but no one turned to look.
Yet.
She put two and two together, but it didn't exactly add up to her. Alcohol could do that to a person. Yuuji gasped but didn’t know what he was gasping at. And Megumi continued to stare blankly between Sukuna and Satoru because he had seen them together one-too-many times.
Sukuna just shrugged as a response.
"Did we walk out of a room together?" Satoru shrugged, too. "How are we sure you're not seeing things? I think that hair dye is seeping into your brain," Satoru pressed his finger to the center of her forehead.
Of course Satoru would be the one to gaslight these sophomores into thinking they were making up whatever they were thinking. They were drunk and one of them was also high. It'd be easy to trick them. However, Sukuna could only follow that train of thought for a few seconds before he looked at Satoru with a confused expression.
The second edible had just kicked in and Sukuna was feeling it. "What…-" he didn’t have a chance to ask what Satoru was going on about because his arm was yanked.
"Anyway," Satoru said abruptly, "you guys should probably get a couple more drinks, it'll cancel out how much you had before." He told them before pulling Sukuna along with him.
"You're gonna get them killed." Sukuna said.
"They'll be alright." Satoru wasn't worried. "Where's your keys? I'll drive."
Sukuna knew that wasn't a good idea. He just didn’t have the strength to object to letting Satoru, someone who didn't have a driver's license, drive his car. The warning was only a little nagging in the back of his brain though, like a subtle voice warning him to not give Satoru anything. Instead, he was fishing into his pocket to find the key so they could get out of here.
If something were to happen, he'd just deal with it in the morning.
When Sukuna started to wake up, he realized that his face was smushed into the bed. He was so uncomfortable but it was probably because of the way he was laying over Satoru’s body. He could feel his warmth…well, he hoped it was Satoru and that he didn’t go home with a random person last night.
Their legs were intertwined. Sukuna’s arm rested over Satoru’s stomach, half his body laying over Satoru’s. At some point in the night, Sukuna had his face nuzzled into the crook of Satoru’s neck, but it started to get hot under the blanket so he shifted a bit until half his face was just pressed into the bed. It didn’t exactly solve the heat problem, but he was too tired to move away.
His eyes fluttered open and he caught a bit of light from underneath the blanket.
He was confused and disoriented.
One thing he knew was true: he definitely had sex last night.
It wasn’t that he was completely naked under the blanket that gave him a clue. Not even feeling Satoru’s soft dick pressed at his hip was what he focused on. No, Sukuna had that residual “wet dick” feeling. He couldn’t remember how long they fucked, but it was long enough that he was holding on to Satoru close now.
He could smell Satoru’s hair, the sweet citrus and vanilla scent he always smelled when they slept close to each other.
Satoru's breaths were slow and calm. Sukuna felt Satoru's chest under his rising and falling.
After a little while of listening to Satoru breathe, Sukuna finally lifted himself up and tried to shake off the groggy feeling he had. He was still slightly disoriented but at least he knew he was at Satoru's place.
He was becoming more used to spending his nights with Satoru. Now and again they stayed at each other's place – it was easier to come by Satoru's apartment since he lived alone.
Sukuna’s stomach rumbled loudly as he moved towards the edge of the bed as gently as he could to not wake Satoru. He thought about raiding Satoru’s fridge for something to eat, maybe taking a few things home with him because Satoru could just buy more if he wanted to. Instead, Sukuna wanted to go home.
He picked up his sweater on the floor and pulled it over his head. Then he reached for his pants to put on. Behind him, the bed shifted and he heard Satoru take a deep breath. Surprisingly, he didn’t hear the annoying laughter that Satoru usually uttered. No cheeky comment. Nothing. Sukuna twisted around to see if Satoru was still sleeping.
He wasn’t. Big blue eyes were staring right back at Sukuna. Satoru was huddled under the blanket and he just watched Sukuna without saying anything at first.
Sukuna was used to seeing that face – there were times he woke up to that face, saw a soft smile or just long white eyelashes not too far away from him. He wouldn’t admit that he liked waking up to that face. He wouldn’t admit that even when he was alone he wanted to wake up to that face. To him, it just felt normal to wake up beside Satoru. They’ve done it multiple times before. The one thing that Sukuna would admit, to himself, was that he was used to it. He hoped it would happen more often, too.
He picked up one of the pillows on the bed. “You’re so fucking weird,” he said as he threw it at Satoru’s face. “No one wants to be stared at in the morning. You have fish eyes.”
“You can just leave, you know-”
“I’d still be haunted by your creepy eyes looking at me.”
“I really doubt that you find my eyes creepy.” Satoru had all the ammo he needed to rightfully prove that Sukuna actually liked looking into his eyes.
However, what stopped them both was a loud rumble of Sukuna’s stomach.
“Heh, someone’s hungry.” Satoru teased.
“Just because you’re always hungry doesn’t mean I am.”
“You like to eat anyway, might as well let me feed you-”
“No, thank you.” Sukuna picked up the other clothes on the floor and tossed them back towards Satoru. “It’s probably best if you don’t get anywhere near a stove.” He got off the bed and headed towards the bedroom door.
Again, his stomach rumbled loud enough for Satoru to hear. It was that annoying laughter that made him lean his head back and groan. There will never be a day when Satoru wasn’t making fun of him. He left the room and walked into the living room to get the rest of his stuff. Still, his hunger was the only thing on his mind…and his stomach.
Sukuna was a big guy, he had to eat.
Plus, there wouldn’t be anything wrong with raiding Satoru’s fridge or pantry since Satoru did it all the time when he came to Sukuna’s place.
First thing he did was check the fridge. He didn’t have much hope that there’d be something he’d like. Mostly sugary drinks and snacks Satoru could take with him. Anything that had to be made basically went unused, like the full carton of eggs on the top shelf. It wasn’t till then that Sukuna realized that Satoru really didn’t cook much. Most of the time he bought whatever he was hungry for… or Sukuna bought it for him. But it wasn’t often that he had a home cooked meal, or so Sukuna thought.
He sighed and grabbed the eggs.
Satoru came out of his room fully dressed; he ran his hand through his hair as he yawned tiredly. The first seat by the counter was where he sat. He wasn’t surprised to see Sukuna rummaging through his cabinets and pulling out ingredients. Most of them were still neatly packaged or barely used.
“What do you want?” Sukuna asked as he set a bowl on the counter.
Satoru’s eyes widened. The question was genuine but he somehow didn’t believe that Sukuna was asking him what he wanted to eat. “You’re cooking for me?-” He had to ask but Sukuna just barely let him finish.
“You can starve if you want,” Sukuna was tempted to take back his offer.
“Sheesh, you’re mean.” Satoru leaned his head onto his hand and watched Sukuna break an egg into one of the bowls.
This was definitely a new sight for the both of them. Sukuna never stayed long enough to even consider eating breakfast with Satoru in the morning. Being in the kitchen was a whole different playing field. Being in Satoru’s kitchen had Sukuna feeling out of place.
However, he didn’t mind this new sight as much.
It wasn’t the first time he was seeing Satoru tired from a long night – messy hair, dazed eyes, hickies on his neck; Satoru looked like he could fall asleep right then and there, but he also had something to focus on. Sukuna was in his kitchen, breaking a few eggs into a bowl casually as if he belonged there. Satoru was always curious about Sukuna’s cooking, so now he got his own show. Sukuna wouldn’t be the one to say it was a show…but after getting over the initial weird feeling of being in Satoru’s kitchen, he really didn’t mind it.
He was hungry, Satoru was hungry. They might as well eat together.
“I’ll have whatever you’re making.” Satoru didn’t think to be picky this morning.
After all, Sukuna was kind enough to make them both breakfast.