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It was a hot summer day, and everything was unbearable to Geto Suguru. He laid in his dimly lit dorm, staring at the ceiling, stuck in his thoughts. His dirty clothes were strewn across the floor, and clutter was built up all around his dorm. He felt disgusting, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Most days, he was alone, exorcizing cursed spirits on behalf of Jujutsu High. The missions took so long, and they were never ending. The days where he wasn’t sent off exorcizing spirits were spent like this. He didn’t want to admit it, but it seemed like these days he was stuck in a depressive trance. He felt everyone around him moving forward, but he was stuck here. Thinking.
After what seemed like hours of rotting in his bed, he sat up. It was too hot to keep lying on his warm bed. He felt a bead of sweat drip down his scalp. He rubbed his hair through his roots and cringed at the dampness. “Gross.” he muttered under his breath as he looked at the dull sheen of sweat on his hand. Even he, in his despondent state, had to draw the line somewhere. He got off his bed and began gathering the things he would need for a shower. He knew he had to wear the last of his clean clothes, but he didn’t care. Hopefully he would find some type of drive to do his laundry later.
He walked into his bathroom and started getting ready for his shower. He took his lengthy ebony hair out of his top knot. His hair was severely oily, but it still looked so elegant. He looked into the mirror in front of him and almost didn’t recognize himself. He looked deeply into the eyes of the person in front of him. Plum colored eye bags clouded the warmth of his dark brown eyes. His cheeks were hallowed from the lack of food he’d been eating. He shrugged his shoulders. Even though he didn’t like losing weight, there was nothing he could do. Every bite of food reminded him of the disgusting spirits he had to eat. The taste of dirty rags was burned into his taste buds, nothing could ever cover it. He felt himself getting lost in his thoughts again.
He heard the familiar ding of his Nokia and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He didn’t even know why he kept this stupid cellphone; he never used it. Annoyed, he pulled it out and checked it. When his eyes saw who texted him, he stupidly dropped his phone and jumped. “No fucking way!” he declared. It was Gojo Satoru. His best friend that he never got to see anymore.
“SUGUUUU~ MISS U. U FREE? :)” the text read.
His sudden surprise turned to annoyance again. It had been so long since he had spoken to Satoru that he forgot his dumb text lingo, and his irritating manner in general. His pounding heartbeat didn’t slow, however.
“No.” he typed back. He rolled his eyes and started stripping off his clothes. Almost immediately as he started peeling off his robe, his Nokia rang again.
“AWW UR NO FUN ): DONT U WANNA HANG OUT WITH UR BESTIE????” Satoru typed back.
Suguru was so peeved with Satoru’s silly attitude. Bestie? He never texted Suguru or even tried to hang out with him. He was so arrogant and self-absorbed, Suguru thought. He was going through one of the worst years of his life while Satoru was living it up. What a jerk! Despite wanting to tell him all his thoughts, the Nokia had a stupid small keyboard with tiny keys. Yeah. That was why he didn’t tell him his thoughts.
He simply responded with, “You’re not my bestie.” before completely stripping and hopping into the shower.
He kept the water cold as ice. Partially because it was so hot everywhere else, but mostly because he didn’t believe he deserved comfort. He could hear his phone going off from Satoru’s nonstop pestering, but the sound of the water mostly drowned it out. He thought about the children of the star incident again. He honestly thinks that his mind never left there. Every day was an endless cycle of being assigned missions, exorcising cursed spirits, eating them, and going to sleep. Existential thoughts plagued him. Why did he have to exorcise cursed spirits in the first place? To protect non-sorcerers? Those same non-sorcerers who cheered at Riko's lifeless body? When had non-sorcerers done ANYTHING for sorcerers? What worthless beings. He felt himself wanting to curse at them, using that foul word he’d heard other cursed spirits using. He opened his mouth to speak when he suddenly heard knocking on his door.
“SUGUUUUUUU!!! Open the door!!!” a familiar, sickeningly sweet voice rang from his door. He cursed angrily.
“Goddammit.” He spat and turned off the water hurriedly. Did Satoru seriously come to his dorm? He already told him he wasn’t free. He grabbed his phone off the counter, where he saw 16 missed messages of Satoru, angrily telling him that he was a jerk and was coming over anyway. ’What a brat!’ Suguru thought while quickly drying off and wrapping a towel around his hips. He would get fully dressed, but he hadn’t even started cleaning himself yet. Plus, this dumb brat with pretty eyes was about to knock his door down. Wait. Did he really just think that? ‘Oh well, his eyes ARE pretty,’ he shrugged off. He continued to think about the soft yet striking pools of blue that he often got lost in as he walked to his door. Satoru’s pounding was relentless. Suguru swung open the door angrily, he exclaimed, “What?”
Satoru giggled and slid right past Suguru, entering his dorm without asking. “Suguru! I haven’t seen you in weeks and the first thing you say is ‘What?’ You hurt me deeply!” He jokes and clutches his heart in jest.
Suguru rolls his eyes and shuts the door. Can he be fucking serious for once?
“And who’s fault is that? You could see me a lot more if you just tried.” Suguru says in an irritated tone.
Satoru tilts his head. He seems to be a little caught off guard by Suguru’s serious tone. Suguru looks at him properly for the first time, unblinded by his anger. He’s wearing those circular sunglasses. Suguru always liked them, even though they hid his beautiful eyes. ‘Beautiful?’ He thought. He mentally shrugged it off. Satoru’s messy alabaster locks framed his face so nicely, his whole aura and image was so bright. His very presence lit up his dingy dorm. It made Suguru’s eyes burn, but he didn’t want to look away. Not for a second.
Satoru shrugged. “I’m seeing you right now, dummy. What do you think I’m here for?”
Suguru blinked. He did make somewhat of a point, but it wasn’t the point. “I don’t know what you’re here for. Probably because you don’t have some girl to go fuck!” Suguru shouted, before realizing what words were leaving his mouth.
Satoru did a double take at what he was hearing. ‘Since when did Suguru give a fuck where I put my dick? I don’t even have sex regularly.’ Satoru thought. This wasn’t like Suguru. He was cynical and cool, sure, but not angry and rude. Satoru stared back at him, realizing how he was standing in a towel. His pale bare chest shined from shower water. He felt his eyes trailing down his chest to his midriff, where he noticed he was a lot skinnier. His chest panged, knowing it probably wasn’t on purpose. His eyes lingered a little further down to Suguru’s black happy trail, overgrown from not shaving. His pants grew a little tighter and more uncomfortable. Satoru cleared his throat and averted his eyes once he realized he was staring.
“Why do you care who I fuck? I’m here to see you. I missed you, Suguru. Shoko was telling me that you don’t seem like you’re doing well. I thought we could play that new Dragon Ball Budokai game or something.” Satoru responds sincerely.
Suguru wants to lock himself inside his closet. Why did he say that thing about him fucking a girl? He didn’t care that Satoru most likely fucked like crazy. He probably got it from everybody, men, women, even curses if they could consent. How couldn’t he? Satoru was so powerful and strong, it made sense that he could have whoever he wanted. Somehow, Satoru fucking other guys made him even more upset. Not because he was homophobic, in matter of fact, it bothered him that people were still homophobic in the year 2008. Something about Satoru, bent over and breathless for another man, made his blood boil. But he definitely wasn’t gay or interested in Satoru at all. He stills. Why did he have that thought about being gay? What he was really mad at was that Satoru got it so good in all aspects, including sex.
“This is the thing about you. Life isn’t a fucking game. You get to fuck whoever, you’re a master at Limitless and Infinity, you can deal with high grade missions all on your own. Don’t you
know how much I hate being alone on these missions? Look around at the room you’re in and you’ll see just how great I’m doing! But you didn’t care until just now, right in the middle of my fucking shower! Thanks for that by the way.” Suguru finishes snarkily.
Satoru scoffs, “It’s not my fault that they don’t pair us up anymore! Don’t you think I miss you too? I would do anything to go on missions with my best friend. Also, it's not my fault that I’m strong and sexy, you’re just jealous!”
Suguru can’t believe his fucking ears. His best friend was still so arrogant after all this time. That dumb title made him even more angry. He couldn’t really pinpoint why, but it felt so demeaning.
“I’m not jealous of your dumb muscles or technique or because you’re sexy, if you just listened to me, you would know that!” Satoru seemed to blush as Suguru said he was sexy, but he hoped the room was dark enough that Suguru wouldn’t see it. Suguru figured it was from the heat and continued.
“Maybe I just don’t want to be a sorcerer anymore. Why are we even doing this anyway? Non-sorcerers are stupid and weak. They’re so destructive and evil, why do we have to serve them?”
Satoru was very puzzled. He had never heard much opposition to what the school stood for. He pondered for a second. Was Suguru right? He did have somewhat of a point. However, cursed spirits are harmful to everyone, not just non-sorcerers. Most of the non-sorcerers he met were pretty nice as well. He cleared his throat.
“Suguru, it’s not their fault that they’re non-sorcerers. They aren’t even aware of the world around them. In a way, we should help them because we can see cursed spirits. It’s dangerous and violent, but don’t you like it? Don’t you like being strong and making the world a better place?” Satoru smiled helplessly, hoping his words moved his friend.
Suguru looked away and sat on his bed. He did like making the world a better place, but it took so much out of him. His dripping hair fell over his face as he put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. He hated rotting with his thoughts, but talking about them was so fucking hard.
“I don’t know. It’s just so hard being alone. I have to do all of these missions by myself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard if I had you with me. You seem to always make things better than they are.” Suguru muttered.
Satoru stared at his best friend as he sat on his bed, head in hands. God, even at his lowest, Suguru was still so fucking hot. His hair was down and sopping wet, which must’ve been uncomfortable for him, but Satoru was marveling at it. He never got to see his hair down and it was stunning. It was unlike any girl’s hair, and it seemed so soft. He always had a huge crush on Suguru. He was his best friend and meant everything to him. Because of this, he didn’t act on his crush. What if he ruined his friendship? He couldn’t lose that. Plus, he was sure that Suguru was straight. He had to be, tons of girls fawned over him. He didn’t blame them, Suguru was fucking gorgeous. He had the prettiest hair, was super tall, and he had umber-colored eyes that made him melt. He was perfect in every way.
Remembering that he was supposed to be consoling Suguru, he sat down next to him. “Do you really think that? Maybe we could fight to be put in missions together again? I could make a case for it. And if they say no, then why don’t we just run away together and fight spirits on our own?”
Suguru’s eyes widened as looked at him in shock. “You’d run away with me? You’d be losing a lot. You would have to leave everything behind. Not only that, what about your dreams of being a teacher? I can’t be worth that much that you would throw all that away.” He says while scratching his neck nervously.
Satoru senses his nervousness and rubs Suguru’s bare back softly. He jumps slightly, but quickly straightens up. Satoru stifles a giggle. “He’s just so cute,’ he thinks. He smiles at him, and Suguru feels his nerves soothe away. He could never be too stressed when the sun himself beams upon him.
“Suguru, you’re worth everything to me. I would give everything up just to be with you every day. My dream isn’t being a teacher, you’re my dream. We don’t know for sure if we’ll even have to run away, but running away with you would be a pleasure.”
Suguru feels fireworks shooting through his body. Somehow, this is the most alive he’s felt in forever. He instantly feels his face warming up and an intense blush fills his cheeks, which is odd because he never blushes. He smiles for the first time in a while and stares back at his pretty best friend… yeah. His best friend. He wants to look into his sapphire eyes so bad, but they’re hidden behind those dumb shades.
“Satoru… You’re too sweet to me even after I was so rude. Thank you for coming to visit me today. This has lifted a huge weight off of my shoulders,” he responds sheepishly.
“Even after I interrupted your steaaaamy shower? Sorry about that too. I wouldn’t have shown up if I’d known,” he lies.
Suguru doesn’t feel the usual annoyance that he feels when Satoru goofily flirts with him. He can feel himself be swayed by his charisma, if you could call it that. Maybe he’s starting to see why so many people fling themselves at him… maybe. He still puts up the usual act for appearances.
“You always ruin the moment,” he says while still smiling, red as a rose. “But it’s no problem. I wouldn’t give this up for anything.” He slips out.
Satoru can tell a change in Suguru’s demeanor. He doesn’t seem to be annoyed, he’s laughing and blushing at him. He’s smiling with that big toothy grin that he always tries to hide. ‘Man,’ Satoru thinks, ‘Am I falling in love with my best friend?’ He inches slightly closer to him and pushes his fingers through his dark hair, unable to contain himself. Suguru feels his heartbeat accelerate and feels himself getting sweaty.
“Your hair is all wet. Maybe you should dry up? I wouldn’t want you to get a cold Suguuuu~” he simpers softly.
Suguru chuckles and chews on his lip nervously. “I never really got to finish. Or even start actually.”
“You never got to finish?” Satoru fake gasps and giggles. Suguru felt his face becoming even hotter. Why are his stupid friend’s stupid jokes making him feel so flustered? Satoru continues, “Maybe you should finish washing up so you can take that uncomfortable towel off.” He said while batting his eyelashes furiously. He moved his hands closer into his scalp, massaging softly.
Suguru feels a soft groan fall from his lips. He quickly coughs to cover it up, but Satoru hears and blushes. He’s tired of those bewitching blue eyes being hidden behind shades. He knows Satoru wears them to suppress his full power, but he could take it. He had to see them. Suguru, emboldened by the way Satoru makes him feel, decides to fight back against his flirting.
He grasps his shoulder gently and grins, “Maybe you should take those dumb sunglasses off? Wearing shades indoors is lame.” Suguru bats his eyelashes right back at him, slightly trying to provoke him.
Satoru was stunned. It seemed like Suguru was coming on to him, god he hoped so, but it felt unlike any of his other lovers. Satoru didn’t have sex much, even though he tried. He just never deeply connected with any of them. But Geto Suguru… He was his best friend for years. Even with their time apart, they still knew so much about each other and shared so many experiences together. Even with his experiences and cocky aura, he was severely faltering in his flirty banter. He just wanted to let go and give himself to Suguru. Resignedly, he rolled his eyes.
“You’re right, I should listen to your advice. You know sooooo much about looking cool and being sexy.” He smirked, noticing Suguru’s eyes dilating in awe. Satoru took off his sunglasses slowly, keeping dreamy eye contact with those gentle brown eyes.
Suguru licked his lips gently and shifted in his towel. He definitely wasn’t gay, but for
some reason his cock was getting slightly hard. ‘Hmm,’ he thought. This feeling was so good, and it was coming from his best friend after all. He felt at home and safe chasing this feeling with him. He decided to ignore those feelings of maybe being gay as he gave into this blissful feeling. He shrugs and shakes his head at Satoru.
“Hmm, not quite. I need to see those pretty eyes more,” Suguru said boredly as he moved his hands up and pushed all of the hair out of Satoru’s face softly. He smiles, never breaking contact with him, “There. Now I can see how heavenly your eyes are.” He says as he caresses his face.
At this point, Satoru can barely control himself. He didn’t realize until just now how close he was to Suguru’s face. He can feel his smooth breath on his face, making him look down at his lips. They’re thin and slightly chapped, but Satoru still wants a taste. He placed his hand on top of Suguru’s and quietly sighed.
“Suguru, your lips look a little dry. You want me to make them softer?” He questions flirtily as he tilts his head.
Suguru looks down at Satoru’s plump pink lips. They were always pretty and glossy. In the back of his mind, he thought Satoru would offer him some of his strawberry chapstick. Deep down, he hoped it may be something else. Losing all of his inhibitions, he moves impossibly closer. He slowly nods and moistens his lips.
“Yes please.” He responds quietly, keeping eye contact with Satoru’s lips. Satoru takes a leap of faith as he closes the gap between their lips. Suguru silently gasps but melts into the kiss. Satoru’s lips were even softer than he imagined, and he moved his lips so deliciously. Suguru isn’t the most experienced kisser, but he sincerely hoped that he was keeping up with him. Satoru experimentally runs his tongue across Suguru’s lip, after all, he was softening them. This elicited a silent groan from Suguru, who decided in retaliation to grasp at Satoru’s velvety white hair to pull him closer. He whines in pleasure, slowly moving on top of Suguru’s lap. He smirks as he feels Suguru’s semi hard cock press against him through his towel. He gently rocks his hips against it as he rubs his tongue against Suguru’s.
Suguru is fucking gone. Yeah, there was no sense in fighting the gay thoughts anymore. He’ll be gay if that means he can continue kissing the heavenly, gorgeous man on his lap. He groans loudly at Satoru’s teasing, reaching down to grip his fat ass, assisting him in his attempt to stimulate his cock. Satoru gasps and moans into the kiss, Suguru may not be the most experienced, but he was arousing him like no one else had. He was certainly having trouble with not folding to Suguru’s dominant touches, but goddammit, he was gonna try.
Suguru never wants to stop kissing and touching Satoru, but he knows he wants more. He remembers that he was in the middle of showering, and he isn’t actually clean yet. He knows he can’t fuck Satoru for the first time while being unclean. Regrettably, he pulls back from his rosy lips, a string of saliva connecting them together as they part. Satoru instantly starts pouting.
“Did I do something wrong Suguru?” He asks in a sultry voice. Suguru immediately starts shaking his head no, he can’t let Satoru think that he did not enjoy the kiss.
“No, of course not, Satoru,” he says while putting a finger to his lip to shush him. Almost instinctively, Satoru opens his lips and takes his lengthy finger in his mouth. He keeps eye contact with Suguru as he suckles his digit, licking the pads of his finger and swirling his tongue around. Suguru couldn’t take this new development, staring back at Satoru with his pupils blown from arousal. Fuck, Suguru thought, how horny is this man? He vows to keep up with him as much as he can as he bites his lip. He pulls away his finger and grips Satoru’s hair at the scalp, making him yelp in pleasure.
“Satoruuuu, listen to me. I didn’t finish my shower, remember?” Satoru nods while listening. “I need to get clean. You wanna be a good boy and help me?” His voice slightly trembles despite his efforts of seeming unaffected. Satoru tries his hardest not to squeal as he beams, very affected by the praise. He nods his head excitedly as he responds.
“Please? I’d get you so clean. Let me take care of you.” Suguru knows he’s telling the truth because Satoru always smelled so nice and kept up with his image well. He doesn’t know what he’ll do, but he trusts him and massages Satoru’s scalp.
“Good boy.” He responds softly. Satoru blushes brightly at him, his cheeks mimicking the same color as his lips, which are puffy and sore from kissing. Wanting to see what was underneath that towel, he stood up quickly and took Suguru’s hand, pulling him up too. Suguru chuckled and followed as Satoru led him into his bathroom.
Satoru closed the door behind them and teasingly pulled on Suguru’s towel. He playfully slapped Satoru’s hand away and tsked. “You think you’re seeing my dick before you strip? That's funny.” He said unamused.
Satoru groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yeah? I bet mine is bigger than yours.” He wagers while putting his hand on his hip.
Suguru scoffs at his remark. “You wanna compare? Then strip before I do it for you,” he says while gripping the collar of Satoru’s shirt.
Satoru smirked and quirked his brow. “Oh? You wanna get a bit of my mystique?” He purrs. Suguru crosses his arms and tuts. It was never ending with him, even after he had Satoru whimpering on his lap. Satoru takes this as confirmation as he pulls his shirt off, unable to stay patient. In a swift motion he drops his trousers and boxers, grinning as his lengthy cock slaps his stomach.
Suguru swallowed loudly as he watched Satoru’s cock spring up. It was pale with a pink tip, which was wet with pre-cum. It had to be around 7 inches and it was narrow. He watched as it lightly swung with Satoru’s hips. For some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it, properly ogling his pretty cock. Satoru giggled as he took advantage of Suguru’s distraction, jerking off his damp towel. Suguru’s mouth formed a perfect O as his towel fell, feeling slight embarrassment. He immediately felt better once he saw the awestruck look on Satoru’s face.
Satoru blinked mindlessly as he gaped at Suguru’s cock. It was fucking massive. It looked to be around an inch bigger than his own, but it was thick and heavy. While Satoru’s cock stood proud, Suguru’s swayed at an angle from the weight. He licked his lips restlessly, thinking about how he was gonna take that later. Was it even going to fit? He had only slept with one guy before and his dick was nowhere near the size of that monster. Goddammit, Satoru was gonna make it fit somehow, he needed it.
Suguru snickers at Satoru’s pure stupor. He caresses his face with the back of his hand and leers, “What’s wrong Satoru? No witty comment? Earlier you couldn’t stop back talking and now you’re standing here, fixated on my cock. Tuh.” He teases. At least Suguru knew how to shut him up now. He grips Satoru's chin, pulling his view away from his cock before mashing his lips against Satoru’s. Suguru sucks on Satoru’s bottom lip, drinking up the sweet mewls flowing from his mouth. Satoru lustfully grinds his cock against Suguru’s, whimpering because of how good the friction felt. Both of their cocks were slick from pre-cum, providing lubrication that felt fantastic. Suguru groaned loudly and griped Satoru’s fat ass and thrusted back into him, intoxicated by the sensation. They sinfully grind against each other, hands traveling across each others bodies, biting and sucking anywhere they could reach. They were ravenous for each other, getting lost in time, with muffled whines and groans filling the small bathroom. Remembering what they’re supposed to be doing, Suguru regretfully pulls back and slaps Satoru’s ass, causing him to yelp. Suguru gestures towards the shower.
“Now come help me shower, pretty boy.” Suguru commands. Still in shock from the grinding and smack, Satoru clumsily steps into the shower with his alluring lover. He took a second to remember that he needed to wash Suguru. He wanted to do a pristine job, figuring that it had probably been a while since he had a proper cleaning. It wasn’t his fault, he was going through so much, and all Satoru wanted to do was wash away his worries and doubts. He turned the tap to hot, but not too hot that it would burn Suguru.
Suguru moaned softly when the fervid water hit his skin. He tried to stifle it by biting his lip, but he knew Satoru could hear. After sitting in a clammy, wet towel for half an hour and only using frigid water in his shower prior, it felt like heaven to feel this warmth. He was terribly excited for later, he thought. Satoru tried his damnedest to ignore that lascivious moan as he picked up the shampoo. Suguru was dying to finally clean his hair, the fact that Satoru would be doing it for him made his heart do flips. Satoru turned around and smiled at him.
“Turn around so I can see that bu- I mean so I can reach your hair better,” He giggles. Suguru rolls his eyes while grinning at him and resignedly turns around. Satoru begins to lather the shampoo in his scalp, expertly massaging it in. He was meticulous, making sure it was evenly dispersed. Suguru felt another moan slip from his lips, he couldn’t take it. His scalp was so sensitive, and this was really helping him decompress. Unfortunately for him, Satoru did not let it slide this time.
“Does it feel good Suguruuuu~,” he said in a sing-songy voice. He never shuts up does he, Suguru thought. He sighed. Might as well give into him, Satoru was doing a great job after all.
“Oh Satoru, it feels so divine. You’re doing a good job, baby,” he blurted out without thinking. He knew that this was his first time being intimate with Satoru and Suguru never thought he had feelings for him, but he felt something powerful tonight. Quite frankly, he was sprung by Satoru’s manner and the way he moved. Suguru was realizing that he’s kind of been in love with Satoru this whole time, but was misled by him being another guy. However, Satoru Gojo wasn’t any old guy, he was Satoru. A sorcerer so immaculate and enigmatic, and he had to be his. Satoru’s whole face lit up from the loving pet name, trying hard not to coo in response. He simpered and began washing the shampoo out of his raven tresses. After washing all the product out of his hair, he pressed a soft kiss on Suguru's dripping shoulder. He began to spread conditioner through the length of his hair, ensuring that it would stay nice and soft. Satoru was so close to Suguru’s back, reveling in how warm he was. He washed his hair for the final time and smiled, proud of his work. Now for the fun part, Satoru thought.
“Suguru, it’s time to wash up. Turn back around so I can clean your sexy body,” he pleaded. Suguru faced him but looked away sheepishly.
“It’s not sexy. I lost all of my muscle and I’m just scrawny now.” he stated in an ashamed tone. Satoru shakes his head and runs his hand across waist.
“Everything about you is sexy. I feel the same way about you right now as I did when you had muscles, but even deeper. You’re perfect Suguru, I wouldn’t change anything about you.” Satoru catches his eye and bats his eyelashes slowly. Suguru smiles toothily and stares back.
“That means a lot coming from you. You’re so pretty, Satoru.” He passes Satoru his rag, letting him lather it up. Satoru smiles as he lathers, excited to put his hands all over Suguru’s body. He had a crush on him for so long and to be able to do this was a dream come true. He starts washing Suguru’s chest and neck, and he grabs his arms and washes them too. Even though he lost his muscles, Suguru was still beautiful as ever. Satoru got to his stomach, and he tried to wash lower but couldn’t reach.
“I’m gonna have to get on my knees to get your legs and stuff,’” he says. Suguru grins at him, thoroughly enjoying this.
“Then kneel.” Suguru orders. Satoru blushes and obeys, looking up at him while he does so. He scrubs his legs from the ground up, going slower and teasing once he got to his inner thighs. Suguru looks down at him with dreamy eyes, lacing his fingers in his lucent hair. Satoru stares at the massive cock sitting in front of him, slightly daunting him. He swallows and continues with his work, gesturing for Suguru to spread his legs further apart, which he does. He slowly starts with the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from Suguru. Satoru giggles as he continues, trying to be gentle with the partially rough rag. Once he has the whole thing lathered up, he reaches lower to get Suguru’s balls. Suguru looks away timidly, slightly embarrassed by Satoru’s diligent cleansing. Satoru taps his thigh and peers upward.
“I need you to turn around for one last time,” He asks. Suguru looks at him incredulously.
“No way, you sicko! You’re not washing my ass.” Suguru bickers. Satoru rolls his eyes and scoffs.
“Sir, you’re the one who asked me to wash you. How are you gonna let me wash your whole body but not your ass? That’s like, the most important part. But if you wanna be like one of those straight guys who doesn’t then whatever,” he argues. Suguru purses his lips and tugs on Satoru’s hair one last time.
“I’m not like one of those straight guys at all, but I’ll let you since you’re probably dyyyying to do so,” Suguru mocks as he turns.
Satoru whistles once he sees Suguru’s ass. Suguru feels his face become hotter and starts regretting asking his silly lover to wash him.
“Damn Suguru, I didn’t know you had a wagon on you!” he jokes as he washes his cheeks. He spreads them and gapes at the sight. Suguru had the prettiest, tightest looking hole, he couldn’t believe it. Satoru was definitely bottoming, but fuck he was gonna make Suguru bottom too, one of these days. Satoru continued to wash, filthy thoughts plaguing his mind as he thoroughly scrubs his hole. He smacks Suguru’s behind when he's done.
“All done, pretty boy,” Satoru tells him. Suguru sighs with relief, happy that this part is over. He turns around and pulls Satoru up, giving him a kiss on the forehead for helping him. Suguru turns off the tap and smiles.
“Thank you, Satoru. You have no idea how much this has helped me.” Suguru explains to him. Satoru hops out, quickly dries himself and then passes Suguru the towel. He shrugs his shoulders.
“You have no idea how badly I wanted to do that, it’s no problem.” Satoru replies. Suguru dries himself and pulls Satoru back to his room, leading him to his bed. They sit down and look at each other helplessly.
Suguru starts. “Sooooo… how do we do this? This is kinda the first time I’ve done this,” he says dryly while rubbing his neck. Suguru never had sex before, not even with a girl. Gay sex was a whole new territory for Suguru, but he trusted Satoru fully and was comfortable with him. Satoru cocks his head at him and smiles.
“Why don’t you just lay down and let me work my magic,” Satoru says while waving his fingers goofily. Suguru lays down cautiously, anticipating what's to come. He keeps his vision on the white-haired man below him. Satoru scoots down, sitting between his legs. He spreads them, maintaining eye contact with the man above him. Satoru looks down at the monster cock in front of him, licking his lips hungrily.
“You don’t act like you have a huge cock, you know that? If I had that thing, I would never shut up,” he blurts out. Suguru blushes at the compliment and looks away.
“You already don’t,” he responds quietly. Satoru ignores him as he begins. He starts slowly, worried about wearing his jaw out from the size. He softly licks from the base, making Suguru whine. He licked the underside, keeping eye contact through his white eyelashes. He runs the flat of his tongue up Suguru’s length, working his way to the tip. He stabilizes Suguru’s cock with his hand as reaches the head. Satoru smirks at the pearly sheen of pre smudged on his rosy tip. He leans forward as he smears Suguru’s pre on his plump lips, effectively lubricating them. Soft groans fall from Suguru’s mouth as he watches the lithe man play with his cock. Satoru, becoming impatient, opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. He slaps Suguru’s fat tip against his wet tongue, lightly licking his frenulum. Suguru’s cheeks redden as groans flow from his lips, practically losing his mind at Satoru’s lewd display. Satoru smiles as he shoves Suguru’s whole cock into his mouth, switching up his style. Suguru groans loudly as he watches his cock disappear into Satoru’s sweet mouth.
“Fuuuck baby, so fucking good,” he laments mindlessly, reaching down to card his fingers in Satoru’s bright locks. Satoru blushes as he swirls his tongue along Suguru’s cock, bobbing his head up and down. He presses feather light licks to his length, lapping it deliciously. He sucks Suguru deeper, feeling the tip hit the back of his throat. Satoru moans, sending vibrations to Suguru’s cock, providing more pleasure. He bobs his head relentlessly, pushing Suguru’s cock further down his throat.
Suguru is addicted to the way Satoru’s velvety throat feels, he squirms beneath him as pleasure fills his body. He feels himself becoming lost in the feeling as he pushes Satoru’s head further down. Suguru realizes what he’s doing and nearly apologizes before he feels more of those heavenly vibrations. He looks at Satoru and smirks.
“You like that, dirty boy?” Suguru taunts sweetly. Satoru looks up at him with glassy eyes, pupils blown from arousal as he moans around his length again. Suguru tuts as he grips Satoru’s hair, thrusting his cock deeper into his throat, pushing Satoru’s nose all the way down to the base of his cock.
“You like getting face fucked, huh? Gonna use your pretty mouth like a toy, just for my pleasure, is that what you want?” Suguru grips his hair back up, guiding his Satoru’s head up and down. Satoru pathetically humps the bed beneath him in response as he desperately licks and sucks Suguru’s cock, relishing in the way it feels in his throat. He was probably enjoying this just as much as Suguru, he reveled in the way Suguru’s fat cock fit in his tight mouth. Determinedly, he hollows his cheeks and starts throating his cock rapidly, spit accumulating around his lips, making a mess of Suguru’s cock. Satoru swirled his tongue around his cock as he gags around it, making his eyes water. Suguru caresses his face sweetly and tugs on his pretty hair as his chest heaves, feeling himself approaching his orgasm.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum Satoru, be a good boy and swallow.” Suguru pants out before cum sputters out his cock, shooting down Satoru’s throat. Satoru whimpers as he laps up his sweet cum, swallowing all of it. He doesn’t allow a single bead to leave his mouth as he leans up, wiping the dribble around his mouth and sucking it off his fingers.
“Mmmmmm, so sweet. You want a taste?” Satoru bats his eyelashes as he stares at a sweaty, spent Suguru below him. Suguru sits up, grasping the nape of Satoru’s neck as he meets his sticky, wet lips with his own. Suguru rubs his tongue against Satoru’s, moaning as he tastes his own release. He nips at his rosy bottom lip and smiles as he coaxes a moan out of Satoru, making out with him feverishly. Satoru is pliant to Suguru’s touch as he switches their position and pins him down.
Satoru writhes underneath Suguru’s towering frame, sloppily slotting his mouth against Suguru’s. He pulls away from Satoru's wet, luscious lips, trailing kisses down his neck. He runs his long tongue along the crook of his neck, prompting breathy moans from Satoru. Suguru sucks sweet love marks into his pale skin, savoring the whines falling from Satoru’s lips. He pulls apart from his neck and his eye catches a glance at Satoru’s pretty pink nipples. He licks his lips as he remembers the porn he’s watched. He didn’t watch that much, but he remembered seeing a girl get her nipples sucked in one of them. He wondered if it would feel just as good for a guy, and decided to put his theory to a test as he leaned back down, capturing one of Satoru’s nipples in his mouth. Satoru lets out an obscenely loud moan as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Fuck Suguru, that’s so fucking hot!” he keens as he wraps his legs around Suguru’s slender hips. Suguru chuckles as he swirls his tongue in circular motions around Satoru’s pale pink nipple, pleased with his results. Satoru, becoming increasingly impatient, thrusts his hips upward against Suguru’s still wet cock. He cries out in pleasure, losing his mind at the combined sensations.
“Suguru please fuck me, please I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you inside me!” Satoru whines pleadingly. Suguru smirks as he stills Satoru’s hips by gripping them. He won’t lie, his ego was getting severely stroked. Suguru had the most powerful sorcerer in Japan writhing, whimpering and moaning for his cock. He couldn’t act too cocky however, he couldn’t wait to feel Satoru’s tight hole squeeze around him. He sits up and spreads Satoru’s legs, positioning his dick in front of his hole.
“I’ll give you everything you need, my beautiful boy.” Suguru praises as he pushes in, expecting to be sucked in nicely. He stills, realizing that he’s still not in. He looks down at Satoru confusedly, tilting his head. Satoru catches his vision and giggles.
“What are you doing?” Satoru questions. Suguru rolls his eyes at the man below him.
“I’m trying to fuck you, dummy! The thing you asked me to do, remember?” he exclaims as he attempts to push in again, utterly lost to why he wasn’t going in. Satoru, remembering Suguru’s inexperience, stills his hips. He presses a kiss to Suguru’s cheek as he smiles.
“You’re so cute, babe. But you can’t fuck me like that, it’s not like with a pussy. Vaginas self-lubricate, but buttholes don’t. You have to prep me before entering me.” Satoru explains, trying not to be condescending. Suguru sits back and slaps his forehead with his palm, still slightly embarrassed.
“Prep you? How do I do that?” He asks curiously.
“I’ll teach you, just follow my lead.” He suddenly flips over, showing off his fat ass. Suguru’s eyes widen as watches it jiggle, he always thought Satoru had such a nice, round ass. He reaches down and squeezes it softly, relishing in his supple skin. Satoru blushes and practically purrs, loving the way Suguru’s large hands feel.
“Go get my lube out of the pocket of my slacks and then we can continue.” he instructs. Suguru shakes his head in confusion.
“Why do you have lube on you? Were you planning all of this?” he quizzes. Satoru shakes his head no.
“That’s just my emergency lube, I always keep it on me just in case.” he explains casually. Secretly, the only real reason Satoru kept it on him was the off chance if Suguru was gay, he didn’t want to miss out on a chance like that. Satoru would never admit it though, he still wants to keep some of his dignity.
“Who the hell keeps ‘emergency lube’ on them? Jesus Satoru, you’re insatiable.” Suguru teases as rises to search for it. Satoru looks in his direction, grinning at his shock. He quickly realizes that he has the opportunity of a lifetime to goad Suguru into fucking him within an inch of his life and Satoru would be damned if he didn’t take it.
“What can I say? I liked to get fucked. Hard. I got a long line of lovers waiting for me, but I want you more than any of them. You better live up to my expectations.” Satoru challenges, with no real bite behind his words. Suguru, thoroughly motivated by his words, swiftly searches and grabs the lube.
“Oh yeah? With what I’m packing, and how you were whimpering and whining less than 5 minutes ago, I’m not too worried about it.” Suguru quips back. Satoru shivers in anticipation in response, but plays it off by rolling his eyes as Suguru crawls back on to the bed. He spreads Satoru’s legs apart as he scoots up closely. “What’s next, pretty boy?” he questions as he squishes the fat of Satoru’s ass, desperately wishing to continue.
“Spread my cheeks apart and dribble some lube on to my hole. Get some on your fingers too, don’t worry about using too much. The more lubrication, the better it feels for the both of us.” Satoru kindly explains. Suguru listens as he uncaps the small bottle, he sets it down and spread’s Satoru’s cheeks far apart. A moan slips from Suguru’s mouth as he finally gets to see Satoru’s tight, pink hole.
“Fuck, your hole is so fucking pretty Satoru. I can’t wait to bury my cock in it,” Suguru rasps out as he slicks lube on his asshole gently. Satoru keens and pushes against his fingers.
“You’re one step closerrrrrrrr~” he says in a sing-songy voice. “Now, after everything is well lubricated, try sticking a finger inside me. It might give some resistance, but don’t stop unless I tell you to.” he instructs lustfully.
Suguru swallows nervously, a little worried he would hurt Satoru. He follows his instructions, slicking up his finger nicely. Suguru holds his breath as he slowly inserts his finger, lightly gasping at the tightness. Satoru whines into his pillow, nudging against the touch.
“Mmmm fuck, so good!” he cries, sensitive from the sensation. Suguru presses a kiss to Satoru’s back as he works his finger in. He thrusts in and out sluggishly, extra careful to not hurt his pretty boy. Once he got his entire lengthy finger in, Satoru turns his head and tries to look at Suguru, continuing to instruct him.
“You’re doing a good job, Suguru, now try to put in another.” Suguru blinks slowly, applying more lube to the area. He presses another finger to Satoru’s hole as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, biting his lip at how his fingers were squeezed. Suguru’s cock aches from how turned on he was becoming, but he tried his hardest to ignore it to focus on the whiny boy beneath him. Satoru whimpers as he practically fucks himself on Suguru’s fingers, loving the sensation. Suguru, remembering that he was supposed to be stretching his hole to fit his massive cock, experimentally moves his two fingers apart. This elicits a high-pitched moan from Satoru as he stills, letting Suguru take full control. He scissors his fingers gently, smirking at the sounds leaving Satoru’s mouth.
“You’re stretching so good for me, Satoru. Are you ready for another finger?” Suguru asks cockily, kissing his lower back. Satoru pathetically whimpers, “Please Suguru, I can take it.” Suguru doesn’t wait another second as he applies even more lube, making a mess of the sheets below him. He slowly pushes in the third finger, shocked at how stuffed Satoru is. Satoru mewls and grips the sheets below him, thoroughly enjoying the drag of Suguru’s fingers. He stretches his fingers apart, moving them around experimentally. Suguru rubs his fingers all around his walls, he presses upwards slowly. Satoru trembles and cries, shaken by a certain press of his fingers.
“Suguru, fuck! Please- right there -again!” he pleads. He firmly presses again, causing Satoru to whimper incessantly. Suguru massages it while scissoring his fingers around, reveling in the way Satoru squirms beneath him.
“Need it, need you so bad Suguru,” Satoru pants out while arching his back into his touch. “I’m ready, please fuck me please I need it PLEASE.” he rambles frantically. Suguru leans forward, pressing his chest against Satoru’s back as he continues his motions. He remembers how this started in the first point, by Satoru coming to visit him after so many months apart. Suguru presses his mouth against his ear, whispering softly.
“You need me? Then promise me you will never leave me again-” Suguru punctuates by biting Satoru’s earlobe heatedly and pushing against the bundle of nerves again, hard. Satoru yelps in pleasure and turns his head, vision hazy while looking into Suguru’s deep brown eyes.
“I promise I’ll never leave you. I want to stay with you forever, please Suguru. I need you!” he babbles whinily. Suguru grins as he kisses his lobe.
“Good boy.” he affirms as he pulls away, laying back on his knees. He impatiently yanks Satoru up by his hips, making him get on his hands and knees, causing his head to spin from the swift motion. Suguru spreads Satoru’s legs far apart and spreads his cheeks, applying additional lube for good measure. Once Suguru started, he didn’t know if he would be able to stop, so he had to make sure Satoru was all ready. Suguru gripped his own cock as he leaned forward and teasingly rubbed at Satoru’s hole, groaning from the sensation. Even though Satoru was reduced to a whimpering, wanton mess below him, Suguru wanted to bring him to his absolute wits end.
“Say please.” Suguru commands huskily.
“Plea- aghhhh~” Suguru doesn’t let him finish as he sinks into Satoru. Suguru practically growls as he feels his cock being sucked into Satoru’s heat, immediately addicted to the feeling. He slowly pushes all the way into him until his hips are flushed against Satoru’s ass, bottoming out nicely. He lingers there for a minute, letting Satoru get used to stretch of his fat cock.
“Fuuuuuuck, it’s so fucking big,” Satoru drawls out, trying to rock his hips against Suguru to create some friction. His attempts are futile as Suguru holds him still by his hips. Suguru, ever impatient, pulls out till his tip barely hangs out, then thrusts all the way back in. He lets out a guttural moan as snaps his hips forward, pounding into Satoru unforgivingly.
“So tight for me, baby-” Suguru hisses as he pulls Satoru up, pliant as he presses Satoru’s back flush up against his chest. Satoru’s ass was gripping him like a vice, and Suguru needed him to be even closer. He gently wraps his slender fingers around Satoru’s neck, holding him there as Suguru rolls his hips into him. Satoru looks at him and Suguru just about loses it. He had the most blissed out expression, his cheeks blushing as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His eyes, beautiful and blue, are glazed over with ecstasy. Moans fly out of his mouth wantonly, unable to contain his arousal. Suguru captures Satoru’s tongue and mouth with his own, panting into the kiss as he chases his pleasure. Soon after Suguru flips Satoru on his back, wishing to see Satoru’s pretty cerulean eyes while he fucks him stupid.
If Satoru was gone before, he’s on another plane now. He tangles his legs around Suguru’s hips, pulling him in impossibly deeper. Suguru rams into him with vigorous, eager strokes. He knows he’s teetering on his orgasm, but he pushes through it because he can’t get enough of the euphoric clench of Satoru’s ass. He peers down to Satoru’s aching, neglected cock. It was engorged and weeping with pre, begging to be touched. Wishing to bring Satoru to his orgasm first, Suguru tugs it, gripping the base without care.
It takes everything in Satoru not to cum instantly as a strangled, high-pitched moan escapes his lips. “Oh, fuck Suguru, I can’t take it, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard-” he whines brainlessly.
“Me too-” Suguru chokes out, “Where do you want me?” he rasps. Suguru angles his hips upward, pressing up against Satoru’s sweet spot again while stroking his cock rapidly.
“Cum inside me, Suguru~” Satoru whimpers wantonly. Suguru groans loudly as he thrusts wildly, losing himself to the warmth of Satoru’s sweet hole. Satoru wails as cum shoots from his puffy tip, splattering against his abs. Suguru’s hips stutter as he cums deep inside Satoru, filling him up with white ropes of cum. He collapses into Satoru’s neck, trying to catch his breath from all of the thrusting he just did. Satoru blinks mindlessly, speechless from the pounding he just got. He wraps his arms around Suguru’s frame, pulling him closer. They stay like this for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, even on such a hot day.
Slowly, Suguru pulls his softening cock out of Satoru. Satoru whines from the sudden emptiness. Suguru grins, peering into Satoru’s piercing eyes.
“What? You wanna go again? You’re ravenous.” he taunts. Satoru pouts at him, sticking out his tongue.
“Hey! I just liked the feeling.” he fusses. Suguru chuckles.
“I can tell.” Suguru kisses Satoru’s sweaty cheek, then he sits up and scoots beside him. Satoru slowly picks himself up, crossing his legs as he looks at the beautiful, haunting man across from him. He tilts his head in curiosity.
“Sooooo… Does this mean you’re gay now?” he questions. Suguru rolls his eyes, pushing Satoru playfully. He sucks his teeth.
“Satoru, I don’t know what I am. I never thought I was gay until…” Suguru drifts off while looking away. Satoru cocks his brow inquisitively.
“Until what, Suguru?” Suguru groans, unable to keep secrets from this little brat. He shrugs.
“I don’t know. I kept thinking about how beautiful your eyes were. I was thinking about how you must have so much sex because you’re so powerful and cool. Then I thought about you hooking up with another guy, and it made me get angry. But not in a homophobic way. Looking back now… Maybe it was jealousy.” he admits while rubbing his neck anxiously. Satoru’s jaw drops, scandalized by the new information.
“Well, well, well, is someone jealous over little ole me?” he giggles. Suguru bites his lip and crosses his arms. Satoru continues.
“Listen, I don’t have sex a lot. I’ve slept with like, one guy before. I was mainly bluffing earlier. Sure, a lot of people fling themselves at me, but I would usually turn them down because I really only wanted you, Suguru. I really don’t care if you’re gay or not, that’s not for me to decide. All I know is that I want to be with you, and I have for a long time.” Satoru confesses.
Suguru’s eyes light up and his heart skips a beat, thoroughly shocked and relieved at Satoru’s confession. “Oh Satoru, how did I not see it all this time? You know, I don’t really care if I’m gay, either. All I know is I want to be with you, too.” Suguru confesses, his confidence faltering. Satoru gasps, unable to contain his joy at this revelation. He cranes his neck to look into Suguru’s gentle eyes.
“R-really?” Satoru stutters, probably for the first time in his life. He scoots closer to Suguru, feeling an undeniable magnetism. He reaches forward to hold Suguru’s big hand.
Suguru blushes and whispers a small yes. He pulls Satoru’s hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. Satoru coos, deeply touched by him.
“I think love you.” Satoru admits, his voice unwavering. Suguru feels his heart exploding out his chest, immediately responding.
“I think love you, too, Satoru.” Suguru professes. Satoru presses his lips against Suguru’s moistened lips, kissing him tenderly. Suguru pulls him into his lap as they kiss lovingly, never wanting to pull away again.
They kiss for a while longer, cuddling each other until they both fall asleep. Suguru worries that once they wake up it’ll be all over, but Satoru is still curled up tightly to his side once he awakes. Motivated by his lack of clean clothes and now dirty bed sheets, they go down to the laundromat to wash Suguru’s clothes. Somehow, the trip was even more intimate than being balls deep in Satoru’s guts. Perhaps it’s the domesticity of it all, and it endears Suguru even closer to Satoru. When they get back, they tangle up into each other and play that Dragon Ball Budokai game that Satoru mentioned earlier. Satoru’s head rests in Suguru’s lap while they game.
“How about this for the next match, whoever loses has to make the winner cum!!” Satoru bets mischievously. Suguru huffs, tangling his fingers in Satoru’s brilliant hair.
“You never get tired, do you?” Suguru simpers before kissing the top of his head. Oh well, this is exactly what he signed up for when falling for Gojo Satoru, and he could never get enough.
“You’re on.” Suguru replies wolfishly, giving himself to the bliss and happiness of being with Satoru forever.