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The night was quiet except for the occasional mashes of buttons as they battled it out on Super Smash Bros Brawl. They sat on the floor, backs against the bed, close enough that their shoulders brushed.
Then Suguru remembered--
“Mei Mei said she wanted to peg me.”
Satoru didn’t freeze or flinch or react in any way he had hoped. But he did falter when trying to save himself from falling off the ledge, making him lose a life.
“...What?”
“Mei Mei said she wanted to peg me,” Suguru repeated as if they were discussing the weather.
Satoru put down his remote to look at him. “And what did you say to her?”
“I said I’ll think about it,” he shrugged.
The game was completely forgotten. Satoru turned to face him fully, eyebrows furrowed behind his dark glasses. “You want to get pegged?”
Suguru finally looked away from the TV, seeing a flicker of– jealousy? Possessiveness? He wasn’t sure. It was a look he had often seen flash in Satoru’s eyes, usually when they were out in the city approached by other people or sometimes if Nanami sat too close–
“Does it matter?” Suguru asked.
Satoru’s jaw clenched slightly as he leaned into his space. “It does. Do you want Mei Mei?”
Suguru scoffed. “Not particularly. Maybe I just want to get dicked down.”
Satoru stared at him for a moment before his lips curled up into a little smile. “Okay, Suguru. I can do that. Come here.”
Suguru raised an eyebrow but didn’t resist as Satoru pulled him closer, closing the gap between them.
He kissed him– suddenly, tightly, possessively. Suguru didn’t expect it. Didn’t expect things to happen so quickly.
It was their first kiss.
Satoru was sucking on his bottom lip, sliding his arms around his waist to pull him close.
And Suguru let him. Of course he let him.
This was Satoru.
He let Satoru into his mouth. They breathed together in the quiet of Satoru’s dorm room, faint music from the game playing in the background.
They stopped to breathe, breaking apart only for Satoru to lift him up, leaning against him until Suguru was grasping onto the desk behind him. He reached up, gently removing Satoru’s glasses to take a better look at him. His usually bright blue eyes were dark, pupils blown. Suguru ran his fingers down his chest but Satoru took his hand, drawing him close, and kissed him again– gently this time.
Like he meant it. Like he cared.
Suguru wrapped his arms around his neck and Satoru lifted him again so he sat on the center of the desk. He savored the sensations, ones he’d never known as Satoru touched him and kissed him and held him. As he ran his fingers through his hair, undoing his bun. And after he was finally able to move past the sensations and think, he finally touched Satoru back. He wrapped his fingers in his white hair, pulling him tighter against him, using his legs to tug Satoru’s hips closer as he thoroughly wrapped himself in him.
He wanted to remember this forever. If this was only going to happen once he wanted to remember it.
“Should we be doing this?” he found himself asking anyway.
Satoru didn’t seem to care. He was kneading his back through the shirt he wore.
“We can do whatever we want,” Satoru said simply.
What a brat, Suguru thought fondly.
Their clothes became tousled, breaths coming out in small huffs as they grabbed and clutched whatever was closest, until they couldn’t take it anymore.
Satoru wrapped his hands around the hem of his shirt, pulling back so their eyes could meet. When Suguru didn’t say no he pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room, forgotten.
With a small groan, Satoru placed his large hands over his chest, squeezing his pecs. Suguru let his eyes shut as his back arched, his feet digging into Satoru’s hips. Satoru placed kisses along his sternum and Suguru ran his hands down Satoru’s bare chest, loving the feel of his skin and muscles flexing under his fingertips. Satoru practically purred under his touches but he kept his attention on him and on what he was doing.
Satoru leaned down to tongue one of his nipples and suddenly Suguru forgot what he was doing just a second before. His tongue, so rough on his skin, played strings inside of him that he didn’t know existed, throbbing all the way down his body to his groin. Satoru squeezed and pulled one nipple as he licked and bit the second.
It felt good but he wanted more.
With an impatient moan he pushed him off, surprising Satoru into stepping back, his hair endearingly messed up from his touch.
Suguru slid his hands down the front of Satoru’s pajama bottoms, wrapping strong fingers around his erection, sliding his hands up and down his stiff member.
Satoru almost choked as he did.
“Suguru–”
Suguru continued to work him and Satoru, at first, watched with wide eyes like he didn't want to miss anything at all (as if he could), panting softly, making little noises, but then he ducked his head, eyes shut.
“What happened?” Suguru breathed. With each pull, Satoru’s hips came forward, bumping his legs just a bit wider. “You don’t like it?”
“I like it so much," Satoru mumbled, hissing. "I just think I’ll cum if I keep looking at you."
Suguru smiled but didn’t laugh.
How sweet.
After a few minutes Satoru was pushing his hips into his fist, right between his legs, and Suguru bit into the sensitive skin between his shoulder and neck as he pumped him harder and faster–
Then slowly, agonizingly, Satoru pulled his fingers off his dick, giving him a stern glare when he tried to touch him again. (A little comical in Suguru’s opinion because when was Satoru serious when it came to him? When did he ever refuse him?)
When Satoru was sure he wouldn't move anymore he pulled his chair over so he could sit near him. He blew hot air on his bare stomach, kissing his belly button, using the distraction of his tongue to slide his hands under his butt and lift him. With Suguru’s head thrown back, gasping for air, Satoru pulled down his pants and briefs in one go.
Suguru knew what he was doing and, too hot and horny to even try to deny what he wanted, he raised himself up by placing a leg on the arm of the chair so Satoru had a clear view of his hole.
Satoru stared for a moment. For two. Until Suguru was wiggling impatiently.
“Satoru–”
Satoru smiled and reached for his hand, squeezing some lube he didn’t even realize he had grabbed onto his skin.
Together, with Suguru’s finger and two of Satoru’s they swirled around his hole, spreading the wetness around, loosening his rim. Suguru gasped and turned his head away, cheeks red. This wasn’t his first time touching himself but it was with another person watching. Suguru tried to pull his hand back but Satoru wouldn’t let him, pushing his finger into him with Suguru’s own until he was doing it unprompted, stimulating himself, his legs stiffening on the arms of the chair. Satoru sat back and watched as he played with himself, opening himself up for Satoru.
He let his legs fall open even more as he leaned back, one elbow holding himself up, his own erection resting hard on his belly. Satoru had removed his pants, hands wrapped around his own dick, slathering his precum down the length.
“Like what you see, Suguru?” Satoru teased, squeezing at the base.
Suguru gasped when he felt the stirring of an orgasm as he pumped his fingers in and out–
“Do you?” he groaned.
“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” Satoru responded, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away suddenly. “Don’t cum without me, baby. Be good.”
“Mean, Satoru,” Suguru pouted.
Satoru stood, leaning over him and suddenly Suguru felt the tip of his dick at his entrance as he pushed into him, sliding in with some resistance- he was tight, the way his muscles milked Satoru as he started to pull back out. Like they wanted to suck him in and keep him inside him forever
“I thought you wanted to be dicked down,” Satoru whispered in his ear.
“I did. I do. Fuck, you’re big,” Suguru moaned.
Satoru growled and he started to fuck him in earnest, pushing in and yanking himself out, slamming into his hips, shoving him so hard into the desk that he could feel the rough wood scratching at his back.
“Big compared to who?” Satoru snarled, reaching down to grab his left leg to hook it over his shoulder, bending him and opening him wide. This time when he pushed into him he hit the spot Suguru wanted. The spot that made him open his eyes wide, a small scream escaping his lips. “Who? Who else had you, Suguru?”
“Ah, ah– Satoru–” he whined, throwing his arms over his head to grab the sides of the table. "Satoru--"
“Fucking tell me, Suguru–”
Within seconds his orgasm slammed through him, back arching, cum splattering all over his belly and chest.
Satoru leaned over and latched onto his nipple, licking up his spent as he continued to push into him harder and faster and suddenly nothing made sense at all and he just lost himself into the sensations that Satoru was forcing on him.
"Sensitive-- sensitive, Satoru," he groaned.
“You’re going to scream my name again,” Satoru was saying. “I’m gonna make you cum again with my name on your lips.”
Suguru didn’t even realize he had done that the first time.
As his orgasm leveled off, Satoru had stopped moving inside him but he wasn’t done. He was still rock hard, twitching in his hole.
Satoru lowered his leg from his shoulder, smiling when Suguru let out a little sigh of pleasure. Then Satoru pulled him up with him, sitting down on the chair, forcing Suguru to straddle him.
They didn’t move for a bit, Satoru letting him catch his breath. He kneaded his hips as they sat there.
Finally his senses returned to him and he became aware of Satoru’s body around him and in him.
“You didn’t…” he started.
Satoru only nodded and grinned, leaning in to kiss him. Suguru wrapped his arms around his shoulders as Satoru used his hands to lift his hips, slowly pulling him off him only to drop him back down.
Suguru's body felt like live wire but it felt good.
He knew what Satoru wanted.
He braced himself on the chair arms and started to move on top of him, twisting his hips, gripping him as he moved up and down. He watched as Satoru let his head fall back, digging into his hips with bruising pressure. He started to move faster, eyes closed, panting.
He felt Satoru’s arms wrap around him, forcing him to slow down as he kissed him thoroughly, licking into his mouth even as his cock strained inside him. His hands slid down to his rear, squeezing tight.
“Fuck, Suguru, you and your fat ass,” Satoru groaned. “I always knew it. Even with those baggy pants. Fuck. You're mine.”
"You stare at my ass often?" he asked, breathing heavily as he gyrated his hips.
"With all Six Eyes, Suguru."
Together, they moved faster, Suguru pushing himself onto him, and Satoru slamming upwards, as if he never wanted to leave the hot slickness of his body. Satoru ran his hands up and down his legs as they moved together. Then finally, again, with a small shout, Suguru started to cum again, his muscles clenching and seizing, finally pushing Satoru over the edge. Satoru gripped his hips as his balls stiffened and relaxed, painting his insides with his seed as he yelled Suguru’s name.
Suguru trembled in his arms, his second orgasm sapping him of his energy. He pressed his face into Satoru’s neck, shuddering.
They didn’t say anything for a while, but there really wasn’t much to say.
At least that’s what Suguru thought.
“You didn’t answer me,” Satoru said as they lifted off of each other, Suguru wincing as he collapsed onto the bed.
“Hmm?”
“Who else?” Satoru asked, a little shyly this time as he laid down next to him. “Who else did you sleep with?”
Suguru sighed, tucking himself into his side, a small smile on his lips.
“If you like me, you could just say that, Satoru.”
Satoru scoffed, cheeks pink. “That’s not what I said. I’m just asking – you said– I just want to know if–”
“You’re the only one,” Suguru yawned, ignoring his ramblings. “Other than my dildos.”
Satoru was quiet for a while. “Oh. Okay.” But then Satoru curled his larger body around Suguru’s, holding him tight. “You too, Suguru.”
“Hm?”
“The only one. For me.”
Suguru opened his eyes to see Satoru staring down at him sweetly, a blush still on his cheeks.
“Kiss me, Satoru?” he asked.
They were never really good at communicating.
Satoru leaned down immediately, pressing their lips together before kissing his way down his neck. “You taste so nice,” he murmured.
“Mmm…” He considered it for a moment. Wondering if he should tease him. “I wonder if Mei Mei would say the same.”
Satoru stiffened. He could feel how his hands clenched and relaxed several times in succession.
Then he was on him in an instant, mouth firmly attached to his neck as he shoved him further into the bed, fingers groping at his legs, spreading his thighs until they burned. Then in one swift movement he was buried to the hilt. Suguru tore his face away from his, head falling back, mouth open.
"Satoru!"
Satoru lifted his hands to his face, fingers splayed out against his cheeks, forcing his head back to look at him.
Their eyes connected.
With slow, deliberate movements, without breaking eye contact, he thrust into him, again, and again, dragging himself almost all the way out before shoving his way back.
Suguru let out a low moan which Satoru echoed almost immediately.
Then with a growl, he dropped his head into his neck, clamping his hands on his bottom and continued to force himself inside, hard, fast, hot, and animalistic.
Suguru panted in his ear. He didn’t even think he would be able to come again– not so soon, so fast– but Satoru was always able to tease feelings and emotions out of him that no one else really could.
He came with a low moan and Satoru followed right after, panting, body pressed against his.
“Don’t say that again,” Satoru whispered. “I don’t want to hear it.”
And suddenly Suguru felt bad.
He thought he would know–
“Satoru–” He reached for him but Satoru rolled, facing away from him.
He didn’t know what to say. He was…he was just joking.
Not wanting to bother Satoru anymore and thinking he probably wanted space, he shifted, sliding off the bed to move and grab his discarded clothing and return to his dorm room. He had only put on his briefs when he heard Satoru turn.
“You’re leaving?”
Suguru looked over at him. Satoru looked hurt. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
Satoru frowned, patting the spot beside him.
Suguru crawled in immediately.
“Of course I want you,” Satoru said. “I just want you to want me.”
“I let you fuck me, didn’t I?”
Satoru sighed. “I…I don’t want just sex.” A pause. “Though that was great, wasn’t it?”
Suguru laughed softly, kissing him. “So all I had to do was tease you a little bit to get you to admit you like me, hm?”
“Hey, I didn’t admit anything,” Satoru said, wrapping an arm around his waist, nuzzling into his hair. “But yeah… I do.”
“I like you too, you know,” Suguru said softly.
It was an understatement but it would have to do right now.
Suguru had just returned from a mission as he made his way across the campus. It had been a few weeks since their confessions and it had been a whole other week since he had last seen Satoru.
What he didn’t expect was to see another familiar figure approaching him.
Mei Mei stood in his path, arms crossed.
Suguru blinked at her. “Hello.”
“Care to tell me why Gojo came up to me threatening to hollow purple me?” she asked.
Suguru snorted. “Did he now?”
“Yes. Unprovoked, mind you.”
“I couldn’t say,” Suguru lied. “Satoru has a mind of his own. He’s on campus then?”
“Unfortunately,” Mei Mei said with a sly little smirk. “So…have you considered my offer?”
Suguru raised an eyebrow. Bold of her, really.
He knew they only had a few more seconds until Satoru showed up. No doubt he had sensed his cursed energy a while back, likely caught up with Yaga or something.
“I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that,” he said calmly, just as the air around them warped and Satoru appeared at his side, blue eyes blazing behind his glasses. He glanced at Suguru first, taking in any injuries he might have sustained, before his gaze shifted to Mei Mei.
“You still here?”
“Just chatting, Gojo,” Mei Mei purred, unphased.
“Okay,” Satoru said, sliding an arm around Suguru’s waist. “Bye.”
Mei Mei laughed, shaking her head as she walked away. “You’re missing out, Geto! Call me if you change your mind!”
Satoru cursed, raising his hand, fingers curling as he aimed–
“Satoru, you can’t be serious,” Suguru snapped, slapping his arm away.
Satoru grumbled to himself but let his arms fall to the side before crowding into his space. “I missed you,” he pouted. “And I don’t like sharing.”
Suguru leaned into his hug. “Good thing you don’t have to.”
Suguru didn't need to consider Mei Mei's offer. Satoru, after all, did just fine by himself.