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Sukuna's been gaming since he was a preteen. As soon as he got a console, he was on it anytime he could be. As soon as he got into online games, he was cussing out the other players, and telling them to 'just kill yourself' if they lost to him. It's funny to hear them yell back. One time, some kid cried. Sukuna hasn't forgotten that time in the decade he's been gaming.
It's a good memory.
Now he's a professional streamer and gamer, with a penchant for shitting on his opponents and throwing slurs and hate. People say it's for clout.
It's not, Sukuna just legitimately hates them, and thinks they're trash.
As he sets up his stream, the lobby code going out in the chat, his worst fucking nightmare shows up in the lobby.
"You fucking bitch." Sukuna complains, throwing his controller down and flopping his head back dramatically. "I'll take a game recc from the person who annihilates that fucking thing from my game. Just fucking spawn camp, snipe him. I don't fucking care if you cheat."
He won't say it's gamertag out loud. He knows it's to spite him. Try and get him to say it. That freak gets his little dick all hard just thinking about it.
On the other side of the country, Satoru leans forward in his chair, his face mere inches from the centre screen on his desk as he cackles with glee. Sukuna's stream is playing on one of the others, his chat up as comments come flooding in.
⇨he's mad
⇨omg
⇨get him king!!
A few players rise to the challenge, but they don't stand a chance against his reflexes. Some even get banned for attempting to bot. Satoru doesn't need any of that.
"Why don't you just ban me? Hm?" he says to himself, running across the map to where he knows Sukuna is hiding like the true coward he is.
After taking out a few of his competitors, Sukuna's little minions, he pauses to type away in his keyboard, the keys making a satisfying clack before the chime of a new donation pops off on Sukuna's screen.
▶$2 donation from lootmybussy:
⇨I saw u irl you're 5'9 at best lol
It doesn't even take a second for Sukuna to see it. "Two fucking dollars from the midget with a tiny ass pussy dick. Bet it gets off on being stepped and pissed on." Sukuna snarks, hackles already raised.
⇨no way! the king's like at least 6 feet
⇨tall and buffer than that faggot will ever be lol
⇨@lootmybussy is just jealous
At least the chat is backing him. Unfortunately, Sukuna knows he's fucking shorter than that. He can't change his height, a low blow from his nemesis.
"You got your fucking aimbots you child fucker?" Sukuna taunts when he sees him in game. He knows what's coming, and he hates it. Why the fuck does this guy join his games if he's just here to give him two measly dollars and be the most annoying spawn camping cheater known to man?
"Child fucker? That's new."
Satoru shoots him, but it's not an instant kill when it could be. He's just taunting him before he ducks back under cover to read the comments in the chat. They're flying in faster than he can read them, reflecting off the surface of his blue irises like fireworks.
▶1$ donation from lootmybussy:
⇨if only you could dodge my bullets as fast as you dodge your feelings for other men
Sukuna hates him. "In your dreams, fag. You're just projecting. Go out to a corner and suck some dick. Maybe they'll pay you enough to donate more than a beggar. One dollar. You're a joke." And yet, he's wounded and he knows when he peaks out of cover, he's going to be killed.
He tries to loop around the building and get his sights on that bussy freak.
"Bet you're ugly as fuck, pimply wimp with a huge tooth gap. Take micro dicks between your front teeth." Sukuna slumps back in his chair and pushes his hair back in frustration as he kills one of the other players, but knows he's given away his location.
Satoru can barely contain his laughter, his shoulders shaking as he giggles uncontrollably at the highly cancel-worthy rant. Sukuna’s chat is a toxic cesspool of dick-riding incels, and they're loving it. Really, he should be paid for giving them good content.
“Gotcha.”
In moments he’s right behind Sukuna, up on a taller building and aiming his sniper rifle at the back of his character’s head. One shot takes him down, and then he jumps down from the roof to teabag him.
▶$4.20 donation from lootmybussy:
⇨╭ᑎ╮
"Who even teabags anymore, are you from 2007 or something? Take your four twenty and shove it up your ass." Sukuna grumbles, trying not to throw his controller and go on a rant. He wants to stay at his computer and kill this fucker. When he respawns he's immediately running to get away from him. "With the way you're obsessed with me, I'd be surprised if you've even seen a tit other than your mother's."
"Oooh, burn," Satoru laughs. He considers what he should go for next. What do these dudebros care about, their cars? His girlfriend? If he even has one.
He decides to easy on Sukuna the next round. He's already winning by far with an impressive killstreak, so he picks off the easy targets, seeing if Sukuna can slim the margin of victory. At some point, he'll have to do a face reveal. Maybe invite the king to one of his own streams and see if he can hold his own.
Sukuna complains about the other people in the stream and the lobby, making fun of the people he kills, saying they're shit at the game. It's funny. But it's only funny since the gaylord isn't camping him. When Satoru gets him from across the map, and it's the winning kill for that round, Sukuna groans and curses him.
"If you want attention this badly, just go host your own streams you fucker. People can kiss your ass and make you feel like a big man over there. Clearly never got love from your parents." He rolls his eyes.
Satoru sits up in his chair, and spins a bit, considering it. He doesn’t stream as often as he plays, but he has the full setup… Why not?
He adjusts his mic, the positioning of his headset, and scrolls across his monitor to start one.
His grin is ear to ear when he types in the chat.
⇨lootmybussy: come and play then :3
⇨lootmybussy: it won’t be the same without you
He leaves to get a drink while the chat populates with a bunch of Sukuna’s audience deciding to raid. When he returns, his head is cut off by the camera at first, he has to adjust it so his face is in frame, leaning close and smiling as he looks for Sukuna’s gamertag in the lobby.
“What do you think, chat? I think he’s too scared to show.”
On one hand, Sukuna thinks the emoji and the stupid invitation are gay, but on the other, he's mad. His chat is spamming him to go kick his ass. One person sends a heart emoji and Sukuna curses and then bans them before angrily joining the lobby.
Within a second of a look at the camera, Sukuna ends his own stream without saying anything.
⇨TheKing: faggot, why the fuck are you so excited to have me in your stream?
Sukuna can't stop staring at the image though. Why the fuck does he look like that ? A literal fucking angel.
The thought jars him and he types in the chat:
⇨TheKing: if I could give negative donations I would
”Aw, that’s cute,” Satoru says, after reading the comment out loud. “Do you like my headset?” He points to the pastel pink kitten ears on top of his head, toying with his competitor as he waits to start the game. “Let’s get a w for the king in the chat everyone. W for the king! He says you kiss my ass, you guys. Is that true?”
Sukuna's going to kill him. He's glad he ended his stream though, he couldn't handle the camera right now.
⇨TheKing: get them from your sister? or do you keep that along with your panties and skirts?
⇨TheKing: bet you wear makeup and use the girls bathroom too
He doesn't read the other comments flying through the chat, too busy focusing on the man on camera. White hair, blue eyes, and really pretty lips...
”Hah!” Satoru laughs so hard he has to move his mic away from his mouth. “No, I’m an only child. Sometimes I wear makeup, though.”
The mods are in his chat warning Sukuna’s viewers they’ll get banned for hate speech, but it’s rather useless. There are a lot more slurs than there usually are, by flabbergasted homophobes.
He gets a sudden idea, “If I win this match you have to subscribe to my stream.”
Sukuna doesn't even think, but if he did, he'd realize he'd have to agree to the bet either way. He knows he'll lose, it's a huge piss off, but he knows this... guy... is better than him. But he also knows that if he backs down, he won't live it down. It's a lose lose.
⇨TheKing: You say like your stream is interesting in the least
⇨TheKing: What do you do anyway? makeup tutorials and rate your dildo collection, you freak?
He settles in for the game to start and Hates that he knows what's going to happen. And his laugh pissed him off. The way he laughed so hard at it. Insulting.
”What if I said I was wearing it right now?” Satoru bats his eyelashes at the camera. “Would it make you hot?” He laughs again. “Too bad, this is au naturale.”
It’s obvious to his viewers how his body language shifts once the game starts. The way he zones in, his eyes tracking the movements of the other players on the screen like a cat watching its prey.
“People watch my streams because I dogwalk players like you.”
Sukuna doesn't reply right away, too busy getting kills and trying to stay as far away from Satoru as possible. He has trained himself to hear the sound of the specific sniper he uses. When he get a good streak, he ducks in a building and finally responds.
⇨TheKing: you really are a fag. shit, maybe a pussy or two'll fix you
The way his blue eyes track and flick across the screen is a bit distracting. And his voice... It's deeper than matches his face, and it's smooth, and-
Sukuna swears out loud when he's sniped.
"You shouldn't stand still," Satoru says. "It makes you an easy target. Keep moving."
While he waits for the other gamer to respawn, he trades in the sniper for something else this time, a submachine gun to shred Sukuna at close range. His chat always gets excited when he gets into close combat. It's a sight to behold, most other players just don't have the reaction speeds to stand a chance against him. Sukuna though... Satoru has higher hopes for him. He is a professional after all.
⇨TheKing: fuck you
But Sukuna takes the advice. Not because Satoru told him to. But because he was going to do it anyway. "That fucking-" He grumbles as he rounds a corner and sees him, up close, new gun. Sukuna figures it out quickly, and after a brief shoot out, Sukuna kills him.
It surprises him, and he quickly types,
⇨TheKing: Suck my dick
Satoru teases, "Are you sure you don't want me to take you out to dinner first?"
So easy. The trolls in the chat are going wild, Satoru's knee is bouncing excitedly and he's even kind of horny, from pissing off another gamer so bad. Not just anyone though. No, a guy who calls himself "TheKing."
"Chat, you hear that? He wants my mouth."
Sukuna's brain short circuits. The dinner comment was easy to deal with. The last part though, where he said Sukuna wants his mouth...
Sukuna stares at his face again, and he's immediately hit with a vivid image in his head. Those lips wrapped around his cock. The noise he makes as some fucking scrub kills him is undignified. Standing like a moron in game.
He sees the chat finally, his fans defending him, telling Satoru to keep his mentally ill hands off their king. Then Sukuna sees it.
⇨get a room
⇨their flirting is kinda cute??
⇨toxic ass homophobe meets bussy and realises how gay he is lololololol
⇨@lootmybussy I knew you invited him for a reason haha
Sukuna can't move for a second, and he dies in the game again. His heart is hammering and his breathing picks up. After the third 'afk' kill, he just turns off his game and force quits the session. He'll deal with the subscription bet later. Right now he can't do anything but imagine getting head from a guy.
"Heh." Satoru watches his character disappear and his gamertag with it. "'L King' in the chat, you know what to do."
Amidst the flurry of 'GG' and slurs, the mods start banning people once the real fights break out. Sukuna's fans don't know what to do with themselves without their shining knight. Their alpha daddy. They're just as threatened as he was, losing their little minds.
Satoru just licks his lips and winks at his camera, unbothered. "Alright, who's ready for another round?"
Sukuna covers his face as he turns off his whole computer, just leaning back in his chair with his headset still on. He's about to take it off when he pauses. Traitorously, it's like he can still hear that guy talking to him. Not just to the chat. Directly to him. He covers his eyes with his arm and the other hand pulls his already hardening dick out of his pants.
He's just mad.
It's just testosterone making him hard.
It's not the thought of Satoru's voice in his ears. Not the thought of getting head from him. Why did he have to say it? Why didn't Satoru just argue or brush it off? No he kept on it.
Everyone in the chat sees them interact and Satoru's fans think they're flirting.
Sukuna grunts as he pumps his fist up and down fast and hard. It's not about enjoying it. He just needs to cum and he'll be over it.
It'll be fine.
Satoru doesn't even let up for 24 hours before he's back at it again, hopping onto his computer at the same time, delighted to see Sukuna's stream.
He's playing something else now, a one player game. Something safe and less competitive, of course.
Satoru watches him for a while, just observing the way he is with his chat. Domineering and abrasive. He waits for Sukuna to die in his second attempt at a boss battle, and then he sends in a perfectly timed donation.
▶$200 from lootmybussy:
⇨thanks for the great sex last night
The chat blows up even before Sukuna glances at the donation. He's about to mechanically thank them, and then he stares at the username. And the comment. His eyes widen and he sputters, unable to hide his immediate reaction.
⇨wait they fucked??
⇨@lootmybussy you're joking right!!
⇨King's not gay, get over yourself you bussy bitch
⇨maybe king got head like they were talking about?
"Fuck you! Don't even pay attention to him, he wishes. Can't stop drooling for cock. I didn't fuck him, I don't even fucking know him, I don't talk to fags." Sukuna sneers, using his displeasure to fuel his stubbornness over the difficult boss fight. His knee is bouncing under his desk, and he really wishes he was wearing a sweater, and not the wife beater. He feels exposed.
Satoru is enamoured by his reaction. He's having a field day. It's easily the best $200 he's ever spent.
⇨lootmybussy: is this what they call a soft launch ?
⇨lootmybussy: babe you missed an enemy back there
Sukuna glares and can't even take his own advice. He can't ignore him; not with his mind wondering how he'd sound saying 'babe'.
"Go to a fucking gay bar and get raped by some drag queen." He says with grit teeth as he angrily kills the enemy Satoru mentioned.
The chat loses their mind and starts to insult Satoru too. But Sukuna keeps glancing, only looking for his username.
Satoru gets bombarded with insults he's already heard a million times. At least Sukuna's are actually creative.
▶$5 donation from lootmybussy:
⇨please cover your nipples
He ignores the trolls in favour of looking at Sukuna's nipples poking under his thin white tank.
"Stop looking. At least mine don't lactate when I see a dick." Sukuna says as he finally beats the boss. He tries not to show any discomfort on the camera, thinking about Satoru staring at his chest.
"Hm." Satoru brings one of his legs up onto his chair, resting his chin on his knee as he looks the streamer over. He has a nice body, sculpted, compact muscle and smooth skin. A nice jawline, dyed-pink hair. It's cute to imagine him in the bathroom touching it up himself, now that...
⇨lootmybussy: the pink is cute on you uwu
Sukuna leans back in his chair with a frown but he's not immediately bitching. After a second, and looting a barrel to get shotgun shells, "The fuck is wrong with you? You're so pathetic. So disgusting. Go ride a pink dildo if you like it so much. I'm not here for you to perv on you creepy fuck. Go find a little boy or something." He can't stop himself from running a hand through his hair. Sukuna forces himself to focus back on the game.
Satoru just laughs, giddy that he hasn't been banned yet.
⇨lootmybussy: you've been playing this game for a while, shouldn't you have beat it already?
Sukuna's fanboys jump on him before Sukuna even sees the message and Satoru just giggles at the comments as they fly by. Sometimes he clicks on a user's profile to see if he can find something about them to roast.
"What, you think you could beat it faster than me? You're too busy rubbing one out to even get through the tutorial." Sukuna rolls his eyes, getting to the next stage and grinning at a good shot and fun combat mechanic. "Go drink bleach."
He shifts his seat again, knee still bouncing and he's not sure if it's adrenalin, excitement, or nerves. A dark part of his brain knows he jerked it to this guy last night.
⇨lootmybussy: then who would send you donations?
Satoru grins, knowing he's the top donation of the stream so far. He considers dropping another few hundred just to keep messing with him.
Sukuna's almost paying more attention to his chat than the game. He's lucky it's literally his job, and he's good at it. "I don't need your money. Go jump out a window and break your legs. Use the money on your medical bills. Maybe break all of your fingers in the windowsill first. For good measure." Then he wouldn't be able to type, and Sukuna would know peace.
"This bitch thinks he's the best donator. The person who donates the most, higher than than that prick, I'll do a private lobby with and play any game you want." Sukuna challenges without realizing the mistake he's making.
▶$500 donation from lootmybussy:
⇨that eager to lose again?
There's at least ten seconds of silence from Sukuna as he stares at the donation, and then the message. "You're obsessed. Go get help. Check yourself into an institution or something." Sukuna's heart is hammering. Why does this guy want to win this little challenge? Is it just to beat him again? Is he so hell bent on it, he'll donate $700?
Sukuna watches the silence on the donations. Then one comes up for $501. It pisses Sukuna off. "For fucking real? A goddamn dollar more?"
Sukuna tries to look calm as he keeps playing, getting a bit more nervous as no one else is trying to beat it.
Satoru sits back for a while, watching Sukuna play and fishing for a reaction. What will he do if he gives up and lets someone else win? He's gotten quiet, and he looks almost unsure of himself.
Satoru wants to see him squirm. Surely he thinks $500 is low for a personal match against someone of his caliber....
"If someone doesn't donate at least 800, I'm going to kms." Sukuna says casually. "And if that fucker donates again, I want double whatever that fake ass bitch gives. Probably gets beat by his uncle-boyfriend so he has to come crawling online and try to get attention." Sukuna leans his elbow on the arm of his chair and chews on his thumb nail while on a loading screen. It's dangerous, but what is the limit? At what point will Satoru give up?
"Wow, you really hate me, don't you?" Satoru says to himself.
Then he donates $799.
For some reason, the thing that really sets Sukuna off is the lack of message. The comments come flooding into the chat about how 'lootmybussy' is obsessed and crazy, and he just wants to play solo with Sukuna because he's gay and an idiot. Sukuna just clenches his jaw hard enough it creaks. He's not sure if it picks up on his mic.
No one is donating more than him. Everyone is staying below 50. Like they've given up.
"Are you for real?" Sukuna complains, but it's a little lackluster. "Whatever." He tries not to focus on it, on the purposeful taunting, but proving a point. Not 800 because Sukuna asked for it. But higher than anyone else would pay. Just to play a private game with him. Sukuna is vaguely distracted as he plays, only paying attention for Satoru's tag, and keeping an eye on the donations. No one is putting in any more.
Satoru waits until Sukuna beats another level and people are starting to trickle out of the stream.
⇨lootmybussy: did I win? dm me :3
He doesn’t even know what he plans to do if he does end up being the winner. Obviously, he’ll win against Sukuna in any game they play. But if there’s a way to maximize his suffering, to really seal the deal on their rivalry… He gets an idea and grins like a maniac.
Sukuna sees the comment and clears his throat, ears burning. He's uncharacteristically quiet until he's done the stream. He doesn't dare go into the dms before he turns off his camera and closes his stream. First, he groans and rubs his hands down his face. Then he opens the damn dms.
⇨TheKing: the fuck is your problem
⇨lootmybussy: I felt bad for you
⇨lootmybussy: you don't want my dirty gay money?
⇨TheKing: the money isn't the problem
⇨TheKing: just tell me the game
⇨TheKing: you're so annoying
Satoru sighs but answers him with Sukuna's game of choice, the one he's supposedly best at and known to compete for.
⇨lootmybussy: we'll be on your turf, to make it fair
Sukuna runs his hand over his neck and then holds onto his nape with a frown. What's the point of playing a game Sukuna's good at, other than being a prick and hoping to beat him. It'll be private, so people won't even see.
⇨TheKing: fine, when?
If it's private he might have to vc with him, but Sukuna’s refusing to do video.
⇨lootmybussy: tomorrow night? same time.
⇨TheKing: sure, whatever
And Sukuna already dreads the next day.
When Sukuna sits down at his desk and sets up his screens and game the next day, he stares at the open dms and he frowns. He's never played one on one with Satoru. He sends the invite without a hello message and he sits up straighter in his chair. He has an energy drink beside him to fuel him.
⇨TheKing: let's get this over with
Satoru waits for the match to start and gets on VC without asking. He's played the game plenty, and he's confident he can win.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, while picking his load out.
There's a beat of silence then a scoff, "You haven't left me alone for three days, how could I miss you?" Sukuna frowns and picks his own load out. "Dropping so much money on me, for what? To lose here? Bullshit."
The game starts. Whoever gets to fifteen kills first wins. Sukuna doesn't waste time, and he doesn't hide. He's good at this game and Satoru will regret it.
Except Satoru doesn't because he wins. First to fifteen kills and he's so happy he slams down his headset and jumps around the room to celebrate.
"And that's on gay rights!!" he cheers, snickering like a mad man. When he gets back to his desk he's breathless and euphoric and absolutely purring into his mic. "Tell me, King , how does it feel to lose again?"
Sukuna's flabbergasted when he hears Satoru laughing and cheering. Gay rights. He almost doesn't register the question, and when he does, he groans loudly. Irritated, he responds, "Do you get off on this or some shit?"
"Of course not," Satoru responds, fixing his hair and righting his headset. "I'm surprised you didn't rage quit."
"I'm surprised you don't have anything better to do." Sukuna flops his head back and stares at his ceiling. "Put on makeup or buy pink thongs or whatever faggots do."
"You've imagined me in a pink thong? Aw, I'm blushing." He tries not to laugh so hard. This guy is seriously backwards in his thinking. It's like talking to a brick wall.
"I haven't imagined shit. You're the one who was looking at my fucking nipples." Sukuna hasn't left vc yet, and it doesn't even occur to him yet. That he should just leave and not give this troll the time of day.
"Everyone is, you're built." Satoru wishes he could see him now, the annoyed look on his face. Does he ever even smile? "I do think that it's funny you haven't banned me yet. Or that you haven't left this chat."
The match ended a while ago.
Sukuna gapes for a second, and fails to recover quickly. "Do you want to get banned, is that it? Fucking poking and being a menace just to get banned? How many other accounts had to deal with you before you decided to drool after me?" His finger hovers over the button to leave the call though. "You just need attention that bad, huh?"
Satoru smirks. "I think you're telling on yourself, King. We call that projection."
"Fuck you." Sukuna leaves the vc and throws off his headset, getting up and ruffling his hands through his hair. He makes an annoyed noise before kicking his chair and leaning over. "I hate that guy."
Satoru just quietly gets to work on his computer and a few hours later a new video drops on his YouTube channel.
"THEKING GETS DESTROYED"
It gets hundreds of thousands of views in just hours. Him beating Sukuna at his own game. Many people in the comments are calling for him to be cancelled for his homophobic remarks.
Sukuna doesn't get cancelled surprisingly. Even if it's really close on a few of his social media accounts. Gets a few warnings, and he has to censor even more stuff when he uploads it. It's annoying. But not as bad as the literal hellspawn that lootmybussy is to him.
Sukuna bans him from his streams the same day the video goes up and he has to force himself to not send a huge rant to his dms before he does it.
He's proud of himself for the restraint.
And now, a few months later at the biggest game tournament in the country, it doesn't even occur to him to keep an eye out for that guy. He doesn't think he's a professional. Just a loser with no life. He's not in Sukuna's game, so he doesn't think to look into it.
He's got his one hand in his hoodie pocket and is playing games on his phone waiting at a vending machine when he sees someone with white hair out of the corner of his eye. It doesn't strike him as odd yet, might just be some old guy.
Satoru is chatting with his teammates at first. They're leading the ranks and just finished demolishing their biggest rivals, so the mood is a celebratory one.
It's so loud in the hall, filled with competitors and spectators and press, that at first he doesn't notice Sukuna. But when he does, he knows immediately who he is. He'd recognize him anywhere. The streamer whose stream he's banned from. The homophobic gay one.
"Oi. If it isn't TheKing himself. Wow, you're like..." He looks down at him from behind his sunglasses. "How tall are you? 5'8?"
Sukuna has a competitor's badge around his neck. Satoru reaches out to grab it.
"Don't touch me-" Sukuna reflexively leans away and looks up, and his face immediately forms a deep set scowl. "What are you doing here?" Then he spies the competitor badge and the team hoodie. "Are you fucking serious?"
Sukuna doesn't comment on his height. Because he's 5'7", and this guy is over 6 feet. By at least a few inches. "Who wears sunglasses inside, anyway?"
Satoru bites his lip, so as not to say anything too mean, like how Sukuna must need a ladder to get on stage.
"Not gonna call me a slur to my face?"
"Don't need to." Sukuna puts his phone in his pocket and keeps both hands in, head tilting to the side. "What do you want?" He sounds less aggressive than normal.
"No need to be such a snowflake, I just thought I'd say hi. See if you were still losing to people who don't even play your game." Satoru almost feels bad for him. "Are you here alone? Don't you have an assistant? Or friends?"
Sukuna sneers and takes his hands from his pockets to cross his arms. "I-" Sukuna stutters over the no friends comment and scoffs. "Well. Hi. I don't need to be surrounded by people to feel worthy of being here, so no." After looking up for a moment, catching eye contact, Sukuna looks away to roll his eyes. To hide the almost embarrassed action. He can't look at him still. He's even more beautiful in person-
Sukuna takes a sharp inhale through his nose and glares at Satoru (for being so good looking). He doesn't look at his face.
"I don't either," Satoru says. "Because I win."
He's surprised though, that Sukuna doesn't have an assistant or even a manager there to support him. He's also surprised by the way Sukuna looks at him. He can't hide himself by turning his camera off or quitting his stream like he does online.
"My next match is at seven, if you want a good show."
"I-" Sukuna clears his throat and turns away. "Maybe. Just to watch you lose." Sukuna wants to see him play the game he's the best at. He's a good gamer, and that's all. That's why he's going to go to that match, he tells himself. "You just want me there." He rolls his eyes again, but ends it by looking up at Satoru.
"I want everyone there. I'm awesome."
With that, Satoru gives him a little finger wave and returns to his teammates who are waiting. They clap him over the back and lead him away excitedly. Off to celebrate and then he can rest before his last match of the day. The grand finale.
Sukuna takes a deep breath and plans how he's going to deal with going to that match. He's not sure what he expected, but it wasn't that. He didn't expect to meet him. He doesn't even know what to call him. Definitely not lootmybussy. But even with his literal all day distraction, Sukuna wins his game and is in good spirits when he heads to Satoru's team match at seven. He has to go early to get in, but luckily with his competitor badge, he gets through faster.
The room is all set up for the big match. Each time on one side of the stage. Satoru and his four teammates come out first, the reigning champs defending their spot at the top of the ranks.
He strides right across the stage where the announcer is waiting to interview him, as the team captain, to ask how he's feeling as Satoru waves to his fans.
"You know, I'm actually really happy because there's someone special in the audience today. I didn't think he'd have the balls to show up, since I beat him so bad." He looks out and straight at Sukuna, the camera following his line of sight to capture a reaction shot. "Guess he wanted to see a real professional game."
Some people in the crowd start booing when they see Sukuna. The infamous 'King.'
The shock fades immediately into irritation and Sukuna glowers at him, making a rude hand sign, but not saying anything. Too many cameras on him. He knows when to shut his mouth at these things. If he says what he wants to out loud, he's going to get lynched.
But his eyes don't stray from Satoru the whole time. He's livid. His arms are crossed and he's seething. Sukuna makes the decision to approach him after the game.
Satoru winks at him, even more turned on as the match starts. It's intense, with plays that have the audience "ooh"-ing and "ahh"-ing. Satoru does his thing as one of the most prolific top lane players in the game, owning his 1v1s while his teammates take care of the rest.
The audience erupts when they win, Satoru grinning wildly as he gets pulled into a hug by his friends. Confetti pops off, and bright, colourful lights, and a massive, shiny platinum trophy is shoved into his arms.
He hopes Sukuna is still watching.
Sukuna is, and he gets up from his seat to storm to where he knows the teams are leaving. To catch Satoru before he leaves the room, and not be in the centre spotlight. The people immediately around him snicker at his tantrum, but he doesn't care.
Even if their stupid celebration takes ten minutes on stage, Sukuna's waiting. His body is running hot with frustration. He's doing everything in his power to not pace back and forth as he waits. He wants to punch something, but he knows what happens if he does, so he keeps it to brooding.
Sukuna's maroon eyes are focused to find Satoru and he waits impatiently.
Satoru passes the trophy off to his smallest teammate and it looks comically large in her arms as she struggles to carry it. He hops off the stage as the five of them head towards the after-party. That is, until he runs into Sukuna.
"That could be you someday," he teases. "Like what you saw?"
Sukuna brings up a finger to point at him. "For your information-" He starts walking closer, not even caring about people around them. "I won my game. I don't lose shit. You need to stop using me for clout. Can't even think of your own gimmicks to get views other than to try to fuck with me. You're just an overgrown toddler sucking a dick shaped pacifier and getting off on it. Like a ring pop that shoots jizz in your mouth." He's up in his space and his finger is on Satoru's chest. Sukuna has to look up at him.
"Aw, do you wish I was sucking your ring pop?" Satoru coos. "That's a weird way of saying it. You could just ask nicely."
He takes Sukuna's hand in his own, gripping it gently as he presses it to his chest, so Sukuna can feel his heart beat through his ribcage.
Sukuna's too heated to startle, instead he keeps pushing, until Satoru's against the wall.
"You wish. I bet you think of it all the time. Can't even look at me without turning into a mindless hentai character. Just drooling with little hearts in your eyes." The heart beat against his palm is addicting.
When he takes a breath, he finally looks at his hand, and Satoru's on his own, holding it there. His own heart is beating faster than the one under his touch. "Go pay someone to get laid, you clearly need it."
Satoru wets his lips with his tongue. It really turns him on, having his back against the wall.
"Sounds pretty hot, if you ask me. I don't need to pay someone though, you look ready and willing."
Sukuna's mouth opens and closes a few times, swallowing thickly and glancing between Satoru's eyes and mouth. It's obvious, especially when he wets his lips too.
"I-I'm not some whore for you to get off on." He makes a frustrated sound at his stutter and his fingers clench into Satoru's shirt. "You're pretty enough to go find someone else to suck off, so go pucker your lips for the crowd."
"Pretty? Oh..." Satoru lets go of his hand, to see if he'll pull it away or keep it there. "You think so?"
People are staring. A lot of people are staring, but Satoru just drinks in all the attention.
"You want to kiss me so badly right now."
There's a moment of silence, Sukuna looking up at him with furrowed brows but parted lips. Without hesitation, his hand reaches up and grabs the back of Satoru's head and he pulls him down into an angry kiss. He doesn't even think about the people around them. He just tilts Satoru's head forcefully and bites his lower lip. When he pulls back he doesn't go far.
"Fuck you."
There's a few gasps from their little audience, and the people with their phones already out recording are whispering amongst themselves.
Satoru lets out a nervous laugh, licks over his lip to see if he tastes copper, and then pushes forward again, kissing him back, wrapping his arms around Sukuna's shoulders. He even moans into it a little, giving Sukuna a taste of what he could have. The mouth he could have wrapped around his cock.
It's as if Sukuna forgets where they are, finally giving in and pushing up into Satoru. He even pushes his tongue into Satoru's mouth and makes a small throaty noise. He turns his head and deepens it, realising how much he likes it. But then he's pulling away and breathing heavily, looking up at him. Sukuna doesn't even know his name and he's the first guy he's ever kissed (he doesn't count his best friend from when he was eleven).
There's a few catcalls and a loud whistle, then some jeering and it shocks Sukuna out of it. Quickly he glances around and swears under his breath. His fingers twitch on the back of Satoru's neck but he doesn't immediately retreat, as if he's a deer in headlights.
Satoru looks past him, at the people watching, with heavy eyelids. Then he moves over to his ear and whispers, "Come with me."
He grabs Sukuna by the upper arm and pulls him out of the room. They can kiss and tell, but he wants more. "What hotel are you in?"
Sukuna doesn't fight it, he follows and mumbles the name of his hotel. It's breathless and he mumbles a quiet "Fuck" under his breath. He's still standing a bit too close, but then he's looking up at him with wide eyes. Hotel means one thing, and Sukuna's body heats up and he's glad he has a hoodie on from how tight his jeans are. "What's your name?"
”Satoru,” he answers, and then out of earshot of everyone else, “I’m going to fuck you, think you can handle it?”
His arm is suddenly around Sukuna’s waist as he leads him away towards the skywalk. Conveniently, Sukuna’s in the nearest hotel.
"Sukuna-" He starts, then his voice chokes off. His cheeks darken but he glares. "I- You- We're-" He can't even form a sentence. But the arm around his waist makes him arch into Satoru and he follows without a problem. He doesn't really want to cause a huge scene and let everyone know that he's leaving with this guy. Satoru.
"Of course I can." Sukuna eventually settles on saying.
"Oh?" Satoru's even more interested than he was before. "So you've bottomed before. Good. That win made me horny." And so did the kiss. He's high off adrenaline and getting hard in his pants.
Sukuna gets shoved into an elevator and Satoru is on him again, backing himself into the wall this time and pulling Sukuna with him.
Sukuna kisses him, just as desperate as before, but pulls back, "Of course not, I've never been with- with a-" He makes a grumbling noise and presses them together again. When their hips touch, Sukuna moans softly and pauses to clear his head, lips hovering just a fraction apart.
"Mm. Okay. So we'll see about you being able to handle me." He kisses down Sukuna's neck, rapid fire and grinding their bodies together, then the elevator stops and he's pushing him across the skywalk, standing too closely behind him. "Show me to your room."
The hotel lobby is fancy with high ceilings and a chandelier and a few straggling attendees of the tournament.
Sukuna's still reeling from the kisses on his neck when he's practically pushed into the hotel. "Yeah, no shit. Where else am I going to fucking bring you?" He complains to hide his nerves. It's easier to not think about anything. To just ignore the fact he's bringing a guy to his hotel room so he can get fucked. That he wants to bring a guy to his hotel room to get fucked.
With Satoru close behind, they get into another elevator. There's another person in it with them, so he can't touch him again, but his hands twitch and when they get to his floor he's walking out too quickly.
"You have a pretty high assessment of yourself." Sukuna comments, subtly dragging his dick size (even when he's sort of felt it). Sukuna opens his room door and pushes in quickly.
Satoru is on him before the lights are even on. He pulls Sukuna backwards into his arms, so that his back is to his front and he can press his erection into his ass greedily. Even through his jeans it feels nice, and his hands slip up under Sukuna’s hoodie, feeling at his abs and the waistband of his pants, teasing even lower.
“How long have you wanted this? Getting off on me this whole time, hm?” He nips at Sukuna’s earlobe, sending a rush of pleasure through his own body. He tastes like sweat and skin, and Satoru wants to devour him.
"I haven't..." Sukuna starts, but trails off, closing his eyes at the touch and leaning back into him. At a good roll of Satoru's hips, Sukuna's cursing and grinding back shamelessly. His eyebrows furrow, "Since I saw you." It's out quick, and then Sukuna's turning around and pulling Satoru by the shirt and walking backward into the room, to the bed.
"How long have you wanted this?" It sounds accusatory just as Sukuna bumps into the bed and he drops down onto it.
Satoru crawls into his lap to straddle him and kiss him breathless, crazed for attention and the satisfaction of winning not only his match but Sukuna, too.
“I didn’t. I only thought about it once, after you called me a ‘child fucker’.”
He touches Sukuna’s body like he owns him already, rough and wherever he wants to. Running his fingers through his hair, groping his chest. “You gave in so easily. I was sure you’d try to top me. A guy like you… do you find this disgusting?” This being his hard cock, long and demanding against his abs as Satoru writhes in his lap. Satoru kisses him again before forcing him to look up. “You clearly thought about me bouncing on a dildo. So did you think about this? Did you put your fingers in yourself and wonder what it would feel like getting split open down there?”
"Fuck, I haven't fingered myself, screw you. Learn to shut up." Sukuna holds him close and finally explores with his touches, hands up his back and then down to his ass. "I never thought of you on a dildo." Sukuna almost exclusively thought about fucking his face.
With that, Sukuna lays back, pulling Satoru with, but he rolls them over, so he's between Satoru's legs and looking down at him. "I thought about using your mouth." He leans down and kisses him, then down his neck.
"Huh." Satoru watches Sukuna hover over his body. "Interesting."
He gives a needy wiggle of his hips, wanting the attention on his dick. He makes a show of grabbing the outline through his pants, squeezing and stroking and moaning unashamedly high-pitched.
"You like getting head?"
Makes sense. It's less gay if it's a mouth.
"Who doesn't?" Is all Sukuna says as he looks down and then positions himself to grind his own dick up to Satoru's. It's a bit hesitant, but he swallows and his eyes flutter shut when he finally grinds down. "And what do you mean 'interesting'? Talk like you think you're a fucking bodhisattva or something." Sukuna sits up enough to take his hoodie off, and then his t-shirt.
It's a weird feeling, having another dick near him, near his , but he doesn't feel grossed out by it. That in of itself spooks him a bit. He drops back down and kisses him, leaning on his elbows as he rocks his hips into Satoru.
The other man groans underneath him. He's so hot already, leaking into his underwear. When they break apart he has an offer.
"I dare you to touch it and I'll go down on you. Best head you've ever gotten, pinky promise."
"You're dick?" Sukuna asks, wary as he pulls back, still grinding his hips absently. It feels too good to stop. "Are you daring me to touch your fucking dick? Seriously?" It's a scoff, a bit of bluster as he shifts his weight and looks down again. Satoru's erection is firm in his pants, a striking outline. Sukuna's heart thumps loudly in his chest as he perches enough to touch down Satoru's body.
Sukuna pauses at his pant line, fingers pushing up under his shirt nervously. "You are really an arrogant shit, aren't you?" Sukuna breaths, hand flat against Satoru's lower stomach.
"Why? Because I want my dick touched?" Satoru offers him a playful, lopsided smirk before throwing his head back with a whine. "Come on. Just do it.
"I meant your apparent god tier blow jobs." Sukuna looks up at his face though, at his neck and listening to his whine. It shoots a bolt of arousal straight through him and his cock throbs. "Fine, fine, just..."
With a deep inhale, Sukuna rips the metaphorical bandaid off and he grinds his palm against Satoru's length. His focus is suddenly zeroed in on it and he sits back enough that his other hand undoes Satoru's pants as he rubs the thickness through the fabric. His pupils are wide and his mouth slightly open.
When he finally gets the zipper down, he's sliding his hand inside and into his underwear, no hesitation, and stroking the hot length in his hand.
It's different from his own, but he doesn't stop. He doesn't look up at Satoru's face though, especially as he touches the wet tip and sucks in a breath.
"Ah-" Satoru's thighs tense when Sukuna swipes over his head. He's being so tentative with him that his inexperience is obvious. It only turns Satoru on more, knowing he wore him down enough to do this. That everyone saw. Hell, they even recorded it.
"Like that, yeah... oh yeah, feel how wet you're making me."
"You're..." Sukuna starts to insult him, but gets distracted as he pulls down Satoru's pants to expose him, his curiosity winning. He's seen porn, hell, he's started only watching gay porn, and that's improved his jerking off, but not his mental state.
But once Sukuna sees his cock, his eyes widen and he touches more adamantly, up and down, and then using his pre to ease the glide. Treat it like his own. Except the touches are lighter and more hesitant. He even flinches when he feels Satoru twitch in his hand. "Shit."
"Hnn... Sukuna, fuck." Satoru thrusts up into his hand. "You want it inside you so badly," he starts rambling, practically dirty talking to himself. At one point, he knocks Sukuna's hand away to start stroking himself. Harder and faster.
"Fuck my throat," he demands.
Sukuna doesn't have to be told twice. But he does have to get up and strip his jeans off, too tight to just move out of the way. He wants to face fuck him hard, and his pants will get in the way. When he shucks off his underwear, he blushes down to his shoulders, hesitant as he climbs back on the bed and up Satoru's body.
He's a bit embarrassed to have his hand pushed away, but he buries it under the idea of seeing Satoru's mouth on him. Finally seeing his pretty lips stretched around his cock. Sukuna moans at the thought alone and he perches with his knees in Satoru's armpits. His hand is shaking as he holds his cock, leaning down onto one hand and looking down.
"Open."
With a cock in his throat, Satoru never fails to feel like every slur Sukuna has ever called him. The drooling cross-eyed hentai character. The dick rider. The whore.
It shuts him up, fills him up, and makes his cock throb.
Sukuna's cock tastes exactly like he hoped it would, his musk smells like fucking AXE body spray and Satoru jerks his cock faster the deeper he gets inside. He wants to feel it in his esophagus, wants cum down his throat and right into his stomach, so deep he can't even taste it because it shoots right past his tongue.
"Oh, fuck!" Sukuna curses and he thrusts in deeper. The sight doesn't disappoint, and Sukuna can't look away, he's too busy watching his cock plunge in and out of Satoru's throat. He curses again and braces on both hands, fucking into him harder and faster.
When that's not enough, he sits up and grabs Satoru's head in his hands, holding him still as he thrusts. They're rough and brutal, too deep. But by the way Satoru's jerking himself off, Sukuna knows he likes it too. It takes a shorter amount of time to feel his orgasm approaching, but longer to reach it. Internalised homophobia making it hard to just feel good.
Finally, he feels it, "I'm gonna cum-" Sukuna warns with a grunt. It's hard to make sure Satoru can breathe, and when he cums in thick ropes down the back of his throat, it's the furthest thing from Sukuna's mind.
He tilts his head back through the intense waves of pleasure and he moans brokenly. Sukuna blinks, dazed as he realises it's like Satoru said. His is the best mouth Sukuna's ever had.
Underneath him, Satoru furiously jerks his cock in his hand, feeling the cum slide down his throat, hot and bitter. He lets Sukuna manhandle his head, burying his cock deep in his skull for as long as he wants. Even as his vision starts to dim and his throat is convulsing around him.
He grips the base of his cock hard, because he'll cum if he doesn't.
With panting breaths, Sukuna finally pulls out of Satoru's mouth. He blinks furiously, almost literally seeing stars. "Fuck." He sits back and looks down at Satoru's face, his red, puffy lips, his flushed cheeks, and then over his shoulder to see his cock.
Satoru's still wearing his clothes. Sukuna feels vulnerable.
As he climbs off to lay beside him, he goes to speak but just moves his mouth for a second. "What should I...?" His eyes are glued to his cock. It's big and Sukuna chews on his lip, still blushing furiously.
"You know how this works, right?" Satoru asks, of course Sukuna isn't that stupid. "If you still want me to fuck you, get on your hands and knees."
That ought to be the most humiliating position for him, he's delighted to see if he actually does it, while he sits up and starts pulling his clothes off.
Sukuna stares at him, watching him strip, and slowly processing his words. "I know how it works." He gripes, not rolling over yet, but he takes a few deep breaths. "At least I don't have to fucking see you." He finally settles in and he rolls over, pushing onto his knees. Sukuna keeps his head down though, not wanting to see the look on Satoru's face while his ass is in the air. It is humiliating, but it's that fact that has his cock stirring again.
Sukuna presses his arms and face into the mattress to hide his whine. He never thought he'd be in this position, but here he is, practically begging for it.
Satoru grabs his ass and squeezes, snickering under his breath. "I get to see you, though."
He slicks his fingers up with a little pack of lube he had in his pocket, and doesn't even ask Sukuna if he wants him to wear a condom. He makes sure that he can feel it, his precum leak out onto his ass and the back of his thighs, while he touches his fingers to his rim and pushes one inside.
The sound Sukuna makes is low and startled. It feels odd, he's never felt anything like it. He never touched his ass, scared of the implications. He's thought about it a few times, but he never dared to do anything about it.
"Don't you dare take it fast. And if you get too excited and cum before putting it in, I'm kicking you out." Sukuna gasps out as his body tenses at the intrusion.
"You want it slow?" Satoru muses. "You want to savour this? Losing your ass virginity to your biggest enemy?"
He pumps his finger in deeper and curls it in search of Sukuna's prostate.
"That's not what I meant. And don't let this go to your head." Sukuna glares over his shoulder. Then he watches him for a moment, the view of him behind him. His mouth opens to say something snide, but Satoru's fingers brush something that has him yelping and clenching hard. "Fuck!" His mouth opens and he tries not to think of the way his cock is so hard it's painful, a sticky string of precum dripping to the bed.
Sukuna's back arches subconsciously and he tries to pull away from the intense feeling. He lets out an embarrassing whine.
Satoru reaches down to tease him, running a finger up the length of his shaft and fondling his heavy balls. He'll be ecstatic if Sukuna can cum for him twice.
"You should let me film this for my OnlyFans," he teases.
Once Sukuna starts to relax around his finger, he slides in another, and it almost makes him moan, knowing this is the most he's ever had inside him. The most he's stretched to accommodate.
"If you take out a - ah, fuck - a camera, I'm going to kill you." Sukuna pushes his face down further and breathes deeply. It's only two fingers, Satoru's cock is bigger and it'll be inside him. It doesn't hurt, but he's not sure what to do. Should he move his hips, should he push back into it?
"You seem like you have an OnlyFans." It's supposed to be an insult but with his fingers up Sukuna's ass, it doesn't quite come out as one. "You really are a whore. Paid for it and everything."
He gives in and pushes back into it once. It makes Satoru hit his prostate again and he's cursing as he takes his cock in hand to relieve some of the pressure.
Without warning, Satoru knocks his knees apart a bit wider and lines his cock up with Sukuna's hole, pushing the tip in until it catches and gets swallowed inside.
"Look at you," he purrs. "You're a natural."
Sukuna sucks in a breath and his whole body tenses. And as much as he's mad at Satoru's words, his tone, and his voice leave him stunned. "You're going to rip me apart-" But his hole keeps clenching and releasing, spasming around just his tip. It's overwhelming. "Two fingers to this? Fuck you. You just want me tight so you can get in an inch and bust." His voice is a bit strained, but still sufficiently pissy.
"I'm going slow." But his voice is low and raspy and he's clearly struggling not to thrust the rest of the way in. "You feel amazing. Your ass is so much sweeter than the rest of you..."
Another inch gets pushed in and he's moaning, massaging Sukuna's hips and back to keep him calm.
"Oh fuck- shit, fuckfuckfuck." Sukuna rambles, hands gripping the bed sheets and forcing his forehead into the mattress. The compliment goes right to his head. Both heads. He's panting softly, heart hammering and walls squeezing Satoru hard enough that Sukuna's trembling. It's weird, but not bad, the way he knows it's a cock making him feel like this. And the way he knows how much Satoru likes it makes the fire burn in his veins.
Sukuna's pretty sure he's never been this aroused before.
"I should have fucking gagged you. You'd be better if you shut the hell up." Sukuna grits out as his back muscles flex under the touches and he shifts his knees a bit further apart to get more comfortable. He lowers slightly and it moves Satoru's cock, making Sukuna moan and gasp.
It makes Satoru curse, and he thrusts all the way in, as deep as he can because he can't resist it anymore. He needs to fuck Sukuna into the mattress until he's begging to cum on his cock.
"Oh, god, you feel good," he moans. Loud, because he knows Sukuna hates it (and secretly loves it, judging by the way he arches his back). "Tell me how I feel inside you."
Sukuna tries to crawl away at first, the intensity overwhelming him, but he stops as Satoru's hands stay on his hips. It pulls him back and he bounces slightly. It knocks the air out of his lungs and he fists the blankets hard enough his knuckles turn white.
"T-too much, you're too much." Sukuna grits out, not daring to look back, but his hand wraps around his cock again and strokes slowly. Up and down, and shuddering when he gets to his tip. "Fucking full..." He mumbles to himself as he tries to get used to it.
"Shh. Just take it, you're doing so well," Satoru croons, fucking in a few times, slowly and then harder on the last thrust. "I'm not gonna last long if you keep talking like that..."
He still can't believe he's in Sukuna's hotel room taking his gay virginity after the win of his career. It couldn't get any more perfect. Well, unless Sukuna started screaming his name for everyone on the floor to hear.
There's a mini war in Sukuna's mind as he gets pushed into the bed on each thrust. He doesn't want to keep blowing up Satoru's ego, but he'd laugh if he came early.
"Screw you, you're already getting my- ah fuck- my ass, you don't get an ego boost too." Sukuna doesn't quite see the inherent ego boost that having his ass is in the first place.
Sukuna has to turn his head as Satoru fucks into him and the blankets make it hard to breathe. His mouth is open, breathing hard, and then he cries out as Satoru hits his prostate. It's embarrassing, and Sukuna curses right after, closing his eyes, but jerking his cock faster.
"What the fuck Satoru-" Sukuna breathes, almost whining on his name.
"Yeah? Yeah, you like having my cock in you? That's really fucking gay."
Satoru fucks him in ernest, hard, deliberate strokes as he chases his orgasm fueled by the high of his win. He wonders if Sukuna can feel his balls smacking against his ass, the heat of his skin, the bruising grip on his hips. It better be the best sex he's ever had.
" You're really fucking gay." Sukuna responds lamely, unable to formulate a good comeback, any form of rebuttal, anything to argue that he isn't gay. Because he's getting his back blown out by the guy who's been in his fantasies for the past few months. And that's... really fucking gay.
He's just stuck making breathy noises and writhing on Satoru's cock, not even sure if he wants to push back into each thrust. It feels like it'd be an admittance...
But after one more hit to his prostate, he's actively moving himself along with Satoru's thrusts and moaning at the slap of their skin together. "Right fucking there- don't stop."
"Mm. So tight and perfect for me." Satoru pounds into him exactly like he needs, and then, when he gets close enough he pulls out to shove Sukuna onto his back to fuck him in that position. He spreads his muscled thighs and slides back in, face to face so it's impossible to deny who's taking him.
"Look at me, I want you to see me when you cum."
Sukuna's eyes widen and then he frowns. It's gone within a few moments as he's fucked hard enough that his eyes roll back. "Fuck- fuck, fuck!" Sukuna isn't even touching his cock as his body bows off the bed and he goes taut. His thighs wrap around Satoru's hips and he's hit with an orgasm unlike anything he's had before. He's cumming hands free. Just Satoru's dick in his ass, hitting that spot in him perfectly, has him orgasming onto his stomach and chest.
He swears he almost passes out.
"Getting fucked that good, huh?" Satoru asks breathlessly.
He takes advantage of Sukuna's relaxed state post orgasm to fuck him faster, and soon he's falling on top of him as he cums like he wants it to stick.
Sukuna grunts at the weight on top of him, but he just catches his breath, shell shocked.
He had sex with Satoru.
He's laying in a hotel bed, covered, and filled with cum, and he's under a man.
His heart is going too fast, but he doesn't say anything yet, not wanting to be the one to address whatever the fuck he just did.
Satoru catches his breath while he smothers the smaller man underneath him. It's a surprisingly comfortable place to be, on top of him in his hotel room. He imagines being in Sukuna's bed, in the room he rage quits in. He bets it would smell like him and the overly macho cologne he uses.
"You did good, for your first time."
The praise goes right to his cock, and Sukuna curses as his ass clenches. "Fuck." One hand goes up and he covers his eyes to get a hold of himself. It's nice laying here and that part makes his stomach queasy. The fact he likes it.
God, he is gay.
"Bet you're proud of yourself." Sukuna manages as he finally starts catching his breath, no longer panting.
"Of course I am. I just got laid." By TheKing, no less. The most infamous homophobe in the online gaming community. "I had a really good time, too."
He's still inside him, so he shifts his hips a little to keep it inside, letting Sukuna feel it all. His softening cock and his cum sticking inside.
"Shit, shut up, you're annoying." Sukuna manages with only a small moan at the fullness in his ass. He doesn't know when he should kick him out. Because he wants to, but he doesn't know what to do right now. He doesn't care if he's rude, but he knows that as soon as he's alone, this is going to all come crashing into him at once. And he'll see the video of them making out.
It's going to be a nightmare.
"I can help you clean up," Satoru offers. "Unless you want to go shower alone."
Aftercare isn't normally his thing with a hookup, but he has a feeling Sukuna might need it.
"You..." Sukuna moves his hand and looks at Satoru incredulously. "Are you offering to shower with me? Or fucking wipe up your mess with a cum rag?" All thought is pushed as far from the front of his head as possible. He just won't think yet.
"Uh. Whichever one you want." Satoru, feeling like he's a few seconds away from getting swiped at or hissed at by an angry cat, sits up and slowly pulls out of him. Some of his cum drips out.
There's a lot of emotion raging in Sukuna and he swallows thickly. "A cloth, just a cloth." He stares at the ceiling and takes a few deep breaths. In a rare moment of honesty, Sukuna admits, "I don't regret it. At least you're a good fuck."
If it's going to completely change Sukuna's life, he's glad it was good sex.
Satoru just chuckles. "The best."
He leaves to go to the bathroom and returns with a clean, damp cloth to offer to Sukuna.
"Here, it's not cold."
"Turn around." Sukuna orders as he takes the cloth and starts to first clean his own mess, and then tentatively clean his ass. It's sore, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to get the cum that's inside him. Is it just going to leak out when he moves? He makes an annoyed noise and ends up standing up.
Yeah it leaks out.
Sukuna shivers, upset, and ruffles his hair in frustration.
Satoru pulls his underwear back on while his back is turned to Sukuna, having already cleaned off his dick in the bathroom.
"I won't tell anyone we had sex, if you're worried about it." They wouldn't believe him anyway. Although maybe after the kiss...
"Yeah, alright. I have to..." He trails off, thinking about all of the comments, messages, dms, and all around shit that's going to come flooding in. "I'd appreciate that. That kiss video is-'' Sukuna looks down at his phone, sees the notifications, and he tosses it back on the bed. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and pulls them on. "It's already up."
After a moment, he continues, "If I learn you videoed this like that private session, I'm going to be pissed."
"That would be extremely illegal," Satoru assures him, "and I wouldn't have done that if you weren't so... you."
He starts putting on the rest of his clothes too. Seeing as Sukuna is going to need some time to deal with all this. His own phone is buzzing too, but not for the same reasons. Mostly, people are excited about his team's victory.
"Whatever. Looks like being me did a few things, and I have to deal with that, so uh... Fuck, I-" Sukuna stops and starts, then stops again. "You should probably head out..."
He's a bit upset to think of this as the last time he'll deal with the prick, but he has bigger issues to deal with right now. Like being gay, coming out in a video of him kissing someone, an extremely homophobic fanbase, and his own hang-ups about it, and dealing with impulsively hooking up with someone who makes his blood boil...
"No problem," Satoru offers, playing it cool. It's quickly gone from the hottest sex to the most awkward post-nut revelation ever. "You know where to find me online."
He picks the empty little packet of lube up from the crumpled bed sheets and tosses it into the trash on his way out.
Before he leaves he stops to say, "It does get better, you know."
"I sure fucking hope so." Sukuna gripes as the door closes.
Sukuna doesn't deny any of the comments, but he doesn't respond to them, seeing the uproar, and having to handle it all with at least some grace. After he's left the game con, he unbans Satoru from his stream because any form of normalcy might be nice.
By the end of the week, Sukuna has a therapist to go over his 'internalised homophobia and self-hate.' It's a pain in the ass, but some of it helps. Most of it helps.
He makes an apology video that pairs with his coming out one. And he does suffer a blow to his fanbase, but some people stay because he tells them he'll fuck them if they're bitches now. Still an asshole, but not using fag, or gay, as an insult anymore.
It takes a while to come to a place where he's stable. And Satoru even joins some of his streams during that year. He still beats Sukuna every time, and flirts with him. Sukuna accidentally told him to suck his dick (again), and he's glad he couldn't see Satoru's face, or hear his voice for that one.
Exactly a year later, at the next big game tournament, Sukuna decides to check and see if Satoru will be there. He's even popped into a few of his streams and matches to see him play again. Even if they aren't his type of game, it was self-indulgent to hear Satoru's voice.
Sukuna actively looks for him, especially when he sees his team's sweaters.
"Hey, Satoru."
Satoru swats at the elbow in his side before looking up at what his teammate wants him to see.
"Look who it is."
He wouldn't have expected to see him again, not at this tournament (which sold extra tickets this year due to their little viral video from the last). But he's impressed to see that he's brave enough to show his face.
"It's your nemesis."
"TheKing?"
"Nah, they're close now-"
Satoru ignores his teammates bantering and waits for a lull in the crowd before he waves and walks over, his hands in his pockets.
"I come in peace," he says.
"Good, I don't want another video of me yelling at you to get out of this." Sukuna actually smirks as he puts his own hands in his pockets to mirror Satoru. "You haven't been on my streams recently, been practicing so you don't fuck up in front of a crowd?"
He's wearing more casual clothes, and he doesn't smell like he hates women anymore. "I was looking for you." Sukuna admits.
"Why am I not surprised?" Satoru responds.
Then he looks Sukuna over, and not subtly at all. His new look (and smell) is refreshing. He carries himself differently, a little more relaxed.
"I don't know. Maybe I just prefer antagonising you in person."
Sukuna ignores his first comment, "When's your game?" He briefly glances toward his team mates, and then back at Satoru. "And if that was the case, you would have found me instead. You come in my streams enough that I know you like being a pain in the ass. Right now you're too busy with your fat head in the clouds for that to be it." Sukuna rolls his eyes.
"Wow," Satoru laughs. He steps back a bit too, knowing Sukuna. "We already had and won our first match, next one isn't until tomorrow- Are you competing this year?"
"Yeah, get my feet back under me, try and keep sponsors and stuff." Sukuna shrugs, "Played one today, and have another the day after tomorrow."
He's kind of glad he hasn't been around Satoru in the past year. It's a bit easier to deal with the attraction now. To acknowledge it for what it is.
"I was going to watch if it was today. You look good when you win." It's the smallest attempt, but he doesn't look away, he's grinning with a mean look in his eyes. "Oh well."
"I do look good when I win." Satoru brings his hand to his chin, contemplating. "There are demos set up downstairs. If you really want to see me win, I'll gladly beat you again."
"Fuck you, you're too cocky for your own good." Sukuna crosses his arms and cocks his hip a bit. "Why the fuck would I want to see that at my own expense?"
"Because I'm not, you said it yourself." Satoru rolls his eyes playfully.
"I didn't." Sukuna argues, but when someone looks over at the two of them, Sukuna moves a bit closer, lowering his voice slightly. "You just think you're going to win everything."
"I do," Satoru says softly. "But I really like winning against you."
"Don't say it like that." Sukuna grumbles, cheeks and ears turning red. He rubs his knuckles on his jaw, looks away, then back up. "One game."
After a second he says, "I really hate you, you know that?" But there's no heat behind it.
Satoru smiles. "I know."
Then he turns to lead Sukuna to the main room where the floor is full of vendors and demo booths. The fact that Sukuna is willingly being seen with him is proof enough of the changes in him. Satoru has fun, even more fun, beating his ass when he isn't hurling slurs, and by the end of it, he turns to him and says, "Sukuna, I'm glad everything worked out for you."
He still has a way to go in a community like this one. Especially when there's a small crowd that's started to gather around them, people pulling out their phones for a new viral video. But they don't get one, at least not the kind they're hoping for.
It's just the two of them, and Sukuna fending off Satoru's elbow jabs in person and headshots in game.
Satoru even lets him win. Just this once. Just to see him grin.