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The light poured into the room through the broken blinds, hurting Satoru Gojo’s eyes. He blinked a few times to get used to the light and that’s when the pounding in his head became noticeable. His throat was dry and his back was stiff, like he slept in an unusual position.
There was another occupant in his bed too. She slept on her side with her naked back to him, her long black hair sprawled out on the pillow. Satoru was a little surprised to see that she stayed. Most girls snuck out before he could wake up if it was his place they were hooking up at. If it was their place, then Satoru was gone before either of them could fall asleep.
Satoru reached over and nudged her, making her stir. “Hey,” he croaked, his voice thick from sleep and dehydration.
She rolled over and smiled at him. “Hey,” she said sweetly.
“I’m going to need you to get out,” he said and her smile dropped from her face. Satoru had a reputation for being blunt. More accurately, it was a reputation for being an asshole but he preferred to soften the blow by warning people ahead of time that he was blunt.
“Oh, okay,” she said, sounding disappointed. She scrambled out of the bed and scooped up her belongings. Satoru didn’t look before he tossed her clothes to the side so they were mixed among his piles of clothes.
He noticed a pink lacy thong on the floor next to his side of the bed. Satoru picked it up with a single finger and held it out to her. “Here.”
“That’s not mine,” she said, sounding even more irritated.
Satoru had acquired a second reputation over the years. He was a whore. It wasn’t his intention to become like that when he took his first girl home his freshman year and yet here he was four years later. Everything already seemed like it was laid out for him. School came easy to him and he had a job at his father’s company lined up before he even enrolled. All that seemed missing to him was finding a girl and it wasn’t that it was difficult for Satoru to attract women in the first place. No, that was the easy part. None of them thrilled him and thus, nothing ever went further than a one-night stand.
His hook-up quickly threw her clothes back on and marched out the door, slamming it behind her, loud enough for the whole house to hear. It was unlikely that she would try to reach out to him again. He didn’t give his number out anyway, usually coming up with a throwaway excuse like his phone was broken and he was waiting for a new one.
Satoru’s habits were losing their allure too but he couldn’t stop himself from hitting up every party he had the chance to and hooking up with a girl. It felt expected of him, someone hot and successful, to find himself a girl. He doesn’t need to be in love but having someone attractive alongside him would boost his image.
Something needed to change. Satoru craved something new and exciting but he didn’t know how to satisfy this need.
He forced himself out of bed and into the bathroom. Popping a few headache pills, Satrou turned on the faucet and dipped his head under to catch water in his mouth to wash them down. He needed to take a shower to wash off the sex and the party itself off of him. Only for Satoru to do it all over again later.
Back-to-back parties were nothing to him. During his first year of college, he often partied Thursday through Sunday morning without many breaks. Now in his final year, it was beginning to catch up with him some. He got wicked headaches from drinking now and his eyes were strained. As graduation grew closer, he did slow down, figuring that any girl worth having by his side wouldn’t be found at a frat party anyway.
His frat brothers twisted his arm on this one though. Sigma Alpha Epsilon was throwing a huge open invite party and it was too big to miss. This was probably Satoru’s last one before he graduated so it needed to count.
Satoru’s eyes were bloodshot and the delicate skin underneath was puffy and purple. He dropped eye drops into each eye, blinking and some of the saline solution dripped down his cheek like a tear. The room filled with steam and he finally stepped into the shower. His body ached, melting under the hot water. A dull throb in his forehead persisted.
This had to be the last one.
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Satoru never bothered to ask what time anything started because he was always going to show up when he wanted to. Which was usually too late to be considered fashionable. By the time Satoru made his way to the frat house, the party was well on its way.
There was a thick haze in the air from weed and people’s vapes. A smell that had become almost comforting to Satoru over the years. He didn’t smoke but when the smoke reached his nose, Satoru knew he was in a place where he’d be in his element.
The crowd was dense, making it impossible to move across the room without getting bumped into. His bones rattled from the intensity of the bass turned up. He could feel it under the floor and deep within his ears. It was dark too, with only the dim colorful lights illuminating the place. Satoru had a habit of wearing sunglasses indoors which didn’t help him much when the light was sparse but he insisted it looked cool. He had to have an accessory that was his “thing” and he chose a pair of round sunglasses.
He ran into a few people he knew on his way to grab his first drink. Haibara, who lived in the same dorm as him freshman year. He pushed past Naoya Zenin and resisted the urge to shoulder-check him into the wall. He couldn’t stand the guy. Nanami was leaning against the wall in the hallway. He and Satoru shared several business classes, much to Nanami’s displeasure. Nanami was one of the only people Satoru had any respect for.
Unfortunately, Satoru also recognized several girls from his past there. This party seemed like a reunion of sorts for everyone Satoru had ever met in his four years. The ghosts of college past. He ducked into a different room to avoid them which thankfully happened to be the room where all the drinks were.
“Hey,” a soft feminine voice said as he fished a beer out of the cooler. Satoru looked up to see Shoko Ieiri. This wasn’t her usual scene but Satoru had known her since high school and she was one of the few people he considered a real friend.
“I thought you hated these things,” he remarked.
“I do but I like free booze and I know the president,” she said, the music drowning out her soft voice making it hard for Satoru to hear her clearly.
“Oh yeah? What’s he like?” Satoru didn’t pay much attention to other frats. He only did the bare minimum for his own and he’d probably have to think for a moment to remember who the president of his frat was.
Shoko shrugged. “I doubt you’d like him.”
That was probably true. Satoru’s bad personality made it difficult for him to get along with people. Shoko was an exception because she was so laid back, nothing he did phased her. As far as Satoru was concerned, every guy here was his competition in some way. Be it for girls, academics, or general popularity, Satoru’s competitive nature made everything a game and he always needed to be the best.
“Tell him I said he needs to get better drinks,” Satoru said and held up his beer can for emphasis. It was cheap and disgusting but it got the job done. He wanted to leave his final college party trashed.
“Sure,” she said but Satoru knew she’d do no such thing.
No offense to Shoko, but Satoru didn’t like to hang around her much at parties anyway. Other women would see her and think she was his girlfriend and he needed to look available. He’d gone to so many of these, that he established a routine. Show up, scope out the people he knew, get wicked drunk, and bring home a dark-haired girl. He was working on the getting drunk part and he didn’t want Shoko to be around to see it.
He left her with a nod. Shoko was used to him sneaking off and after moving from room to room, drinking several beers and sampling the jungle juice, the effects of the alcohol washed over his brain. Satoru was unsteady on his feet and his vision became unfocused. The faces of the other partygoers blurred together and Satoru wouldn’t even notice if someone he knew came up to him. And he needed to stop before he felt sick. Satoru was at the level of drunkenness that he liked. Unaware of his surroundings and relaxed but not so drunk that he was hunched over a toilet somewhere.
Satoru stumbled into the kitchen so he could grab water. His mouth and throat were dry and he had enough sense to know that he needed to switch to water. Standing by the sink talking to someone was a girl with long black hair half pulled up. Oh perfect, he could get his water and get his girl in the same move.
He filled his cup up at the sink, trying to appear casual and that he didn’t notice her. Tipping his head back, Satoru downed the entire cup in one go before setting it down on the counter and slipping his hand around her waist. He noticed that she was kind of tall.
“Hey, beautiful,” Satoru purred, although his words were slurring so much at this point it probably didn’t sound as seductive as he wanted it to be.
The owner of the waist he’d grabbed turned to look at him and through his alcohol-hazy vision, Satoru realized his mistake. It wasn’t a beautiful dark-haired woman but a beautiful dark-haired man. High cheekbones, a defined jaw, and deep amber eyes that seemed to draw Satoru in and keep him there. He wasn’t sure how he had mistaken him for a woman in his drunken state because as his eyes flickered over the man, he realized that he was big and muscular. Like built like a brick house.
“Oh, fuck. Sorry,” Satoru said, dropping his hand. The man waved off the person he was talking to and they left without question. Satoru was stunned, he couldn’t take his eyes off of him.
“It’s fine,” the man said and oh fuck he had a nice voice. It reverberated deep in his chest and it was like the music in the background faded away and all Satoru could hear was him. He expected the guy to hit him for mistaking him for a girl but his face didn’t show any signs of aggression and Satoru thought for a moment that he looked him up and down too. For the first time ever, Satoru was speechless.
He stepped away from him. “I’m, uh, going to go,” he said. His confidence, his usual air of arrogance, all of it was gone. This wasn’t like him.
“You just call people beautiful and run?”
“Well,” Satoru began, not sure how to finish his sentence. No, Satoru didn’t run from anything but he also never mistakenly hit on someone who he thought was someone else. Suguru’s gaze pinned him down, he couldn’t run even if he wanted to.
“Suguru Geto. I’m the president,” he offered and Satoru felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Of course of all the people he’d accidentally hit on, it had to be the president of the fraternity hosting the party. Didn’t Shoko say she was friends with this guy? And that she doubted he’d like him?
“Satoru,” he replied, on guard, looking for Suguru to give away anything that might cause him to dislike him. So far there was nothing. In fact, Satoru felt an inexplicable pull to him.
“Satoru,” Suguru repeated, trying the name out on his tongue. And Satoru found himself liking how his name sounded from Suguru. “You’re beautiful too.”
Satoru wasn’t used to being called beautiful. Hot, sexy, handsome, all yes. But not beautiful. It wasn’t far off from the other compliments but something about it coming from Suguru made his chest warm. “I know,” he said, not wanting Suguru to see how his words affected him so easily.
“You know?”
“Yeah.” Satoru shrugged, his usual air of confidence coming back to him. “I’m the hottest one here.”
“Are you?” Suguru prompted, an eyebrow raised.
“You don’t agree?” Satoru challenged.
Suguru made a show of looking Satoru over again and Satoru tried not to squirm under his gaze. “I think I need to see more of you to be sure.”
Satoru had never been with a man before but Suguru and his obvious open offer made him pause. He desired a change and Suguru could be it. If he didn’t like it then Satoru could say that he tried and be done with it. Move on to the next. Chalk it up to just another part of the college experience.
“Alright, yeah,” Satoru said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
“Yeah?” Suguru smirked and it made Satoru feel easy. Maybe he was, he decided to crawl into this man’s bed without much thinking. “Now?”
Now. They were going to fuck now. Satoru nodded, the idea settling into his mind that he was going to fuck this guy became real and nerves were beginning to set in. Suguru motioned for him to follow him and the two of them went down the hall to the stairs. The party was still lively but Satoru couldn’t hear the music anymore. All he could hear was his own heartbeat, his legs carrying him on their own accord, the alcohol making his brain swim.
It didn’t feel real. Satoru felt like he was watching his own body in the third person as they climbed up the stairs. Something else was intermingled with the nerves, something akin to excitement. Of course, he was excited, he was going to fuck. Satoru loved sex. It had been a long time since a hookup made him feel excited.
“By the way, what’s with the glasses?” Suguru asked, shaking Satoru from his thoughts. Wearing sunglasses indoors got him that question a lot.
“They look cool,” Satoru said which earned him another smile from Suguru.
“If you say so.”
Satoru let the glasses slip down the bridge of his nose so he could look at Suguru over the frames. “They won you over, didn’t they?”
“Maybe I should raise my standards,” Suguru mused, his tone light.
Satoru followed him to his room, trying to hide his anxiousness. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, clearing out all the alcohol and he really wished he had another shot or something to take the edge off. Satoru had never been with a man but how hard could it be? He was good at everything he’d ever tried and never had any issues with girls. A man was probably easier since Satoru had his own body for reference, he already knew what felt good.
Suguru opened the door and stepped aside for Satoru to go in first. He noticed that Suguru’s bedroom was better kept than his own. There weren’t clothes strewn around in piles. The bed was even made and Satoru had never made his bed once in his entire life. Suguru followed him inside and sat down on the bed first and Satoru felt like a fool for standing there doing nothing.
He held out a hand. “I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
“Shut up,” he scoffed. Satoru wasn’t sure what to do. He had the urge to take Suguru’s hand and climb into his lap but he wanted to do the fucking so really it should be Suguru in his lap. But Suguru had clearly done this before and Satoru hadn’t so maybe it was fine if he crawled on top of him.
Satoru ignored Suguru’s outstretched hand and sat himself on his lap, straddling him. His heart raced and his stomach swooped. This close to Suguru’s face, Satoru thought about how beautiful he really was. Suguru didn’t give him a lot of time to study though because he leaned forward and pressed his lips against his, causing Satoru’s breath to hitch.
He was gentle at first, slowly moving his mouth against Satoru’s. Then the kiss grew deeper, Suguru’s tongue finding its way into Satoru’s mouth. He couldn’t help himself, Satoru tangled his fingers into Suguru’s hair and pulled him closer. Feeling frantic, like he suddenly couldn’t get enough of him, Satoru began to kiss him like he was air and he would suffocate without him. The kissing made Satoru’s sunglasses fog up.
Suguru’s hands slid down his back and found the hem on his shirt, pushing it up Satoru’s torso. He disconnected from Suguru for a moment so he could pull the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. Then his hands were at the buttons of Suguru’s shirt, shaky as he undid each one until it hung open, exposing his bare chest. He probably worked out as much as Satoru did judging from the hard lines of his chest and abs. Suguru shrugged off the button-down.
He ran his hands up Satoru’s torso. “Fuck, you’re really hot.”
“Told you,” Satoru replied because he couldn’t help himself. Suguru’s big hands all over his body drove him crazy and Satoru surged forward, capturing his mouth with his again.
The remnants of alcohol still coursing through Satoru’s veins made him kiss sloppy. He didn’t know why he felt like he was in a rush, that if he didn’t hold onto Suguru tightly, he’d disappear. He couldn’t get close enough to him. Suguru fell back against the bed, pulling Satoru with him. Satoru’s pants were tight around his hard dick. It was almost embarrassing how fast Satoru got hard from this but he was too turned on to think about it. With a shift of his hips, he pushed against Suguru’s own growing bulge and the sensation sent lightning up his spine. He repeated the action, drawing a moan from Suguru.
Satoru dropped his lips to Suguru’s neck, nipping at the skin. Suguru said he didn’t bite but Satoru most certainly did. A red mark bloomed on Suguru’s skin and Satoru ran his tongue over it. Between them, Suguru’s hands were on Satoru’s pants, unbuttoning them. He pushed them down over Satoru’s ass, his briefs going with them until his cock was pressed right up against Suguru. The tip leaked profusely, leaving behind a wet spot on Suguru’s pants until Suguru managed to push his own pants down. Satoru’s lips never left his neck, sucking and kissing, inhaling Suguru’s spicy cologne.
“You’ll like this,” Suguru said and before Satoru could ask, Suguru’s large hand enveloped both of their cocks.
“Fuck,” Satoru gasped. The slide of his cock against Suguru’s was too good.
He looked down between them so he could watch. Suguru stroked them both, collecting a mixture of their precum and spreading down the length of their shafts. Satoru couldn’t help himself, he began to thrust against him, their tips rubbing together. He noticed that Suguru was slightly larger than him, maybe a little bit thicker, and that made his mouth water. Maybe Suguru would let him try sucking dick for the first time.
Suguru’s hands moved to grip his ass, taking a large handful and squeezing before using the leverage to push Satoru closer to him. Satoru was so focused on humping Suguru’s cock. It twitched against his, a long vein on the underside pulsed, and the tip leaked. The skin was so smooth and soft against his.
Satoru whined, he sounded pathetic but Suguru’s cock felt too good against his own. He rutted against him faster, eager to chase the building pleasure in his pelvis.
“Is that good, baby?” Suguru purred in his ear. Satoru could only manage a nod and a pathetic whimper. Suguru squeezed his ass again.
Suguru pulled Satoru forward so Suguru’s cock sprung up and was pushing against Satoru’s ass now. He sandwiched it between his cheeks, thrusting up to rub against Satoru’s hole. Satoru was sure his brain short-circuited from the sensation of having Suguru’s huge dick so close to his hole. Suguru smacked his hand against Satoru’s ass, making him groan. Suddenly he ached to be filled and that was confusing because Satoru was sure he was going to fuck Suguru but each brush of the head of Suguru’s cock against his entrance made his own cock twitch more against Suguru’s stomach.
He felt Suguru trace the tip of his finger around his rim and knew then that this entire time, there was no chance Satoru was going to be the top. Satoru let out a moan and Suguru muffled it by pressing his lips to his again. He was at the point where he didn’t care about the logistics anymore, he needed to cum. That was all he could think about along with how good it felt to be this close to Suguru.
Suguru shifted so that he could move up the bed and reach the nightstand. Satoru clung to him, not wanting to let him go, rutting his cock against Suguru’s hard abs because he couldn’t bear the thought of going a moment without friction. Suguru reached back and pulled the drawer open, pulling out the lube and a condom, and dropped them on the bed beside them.
“Get rid of these,” Suguru said, taking Satoru’s sunglasses off and setting them on the nightstand.
He had one hand on Satoru’s ass, gripping it firmly, and with the other, he opened the lube container. Suguru managed to get some of the liquid on his hand and then brought it to Satoru’s entrance, coating his hole with the cool liquid. When he was nice and slick, Suguru pushed a finger inside. His hole immediately clamped down on it, desperate to be filled with anything, welcoming the intrusion despite the slight sting. Satoru tried to rock back on it but Suguru held him in a way that gave him all the control.
Suguru’s finger slid all the way inside. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
Satoru leaked so much precum on Suguru’s abs now, he felt like he was going to burst. “I need you to fuck me now,” Satoru gasped. He hated how needy he sounded but if he didn’t get Suguru’s cock inside him soon, anything to relieve the pressure growing inside him, Satoru felt as though he may die. Although that could be the copious amounts of alcohol making him feel desperate, something told Satoru he’d feel the same no matter what.
“You’re almost there,” Suguru said, a second finger pushed inside to join the first. Satoru was trying to keep kissing Suguru through it but now he had resorted to simply panting into his open mouth.
“I can take it,” Satoru said, some of his competitive fire laced in his words. He was good at everything tried, of course he’d be good at taking dick.
Suguru felt Satoru’s urgency and went ahead with the third finger, pumping them into his hole, reaching as deep as he could. Satoru clamped around them, greedily accepting everything Suguru offered him but it still wasn’t enough. He was about to spear himself onto Suguru’s cock and get the job done himself if he didn’t get fucked soon.
“Fuck off with the fingering,” he said and he could see something shift in the way Suguru looked at him.
He removed his fingers, leaving Satoru feeling empty. “Alright, then.”
Fucking finally. Satoru thought Suguru would enter him from the position they were in now, topping from the bottom. Instead, Suguru shoved him to the side so Satoru flipped onto his back. He crawled over on top of him and then dragged him towards the edge of the bed so Suguru could stand and Satoru’s ass was nearly hanging off the bed. Satoru liked how easily it was for Suguru to manhandle him, getting tossed around.
Suguru grabbed the condom and stroked himself a few times before opening the packet and sliding the latex down his length. Satoru watched him do it, simultaneously in disbelief that it could fit inside him and eager to have it. Long and thick, his chest tightened in anticipation. Satoru had never been on the receiving end and wondered if his previous partners were just as nervous about taking his cock as he was about taking Suguru’s.
Suguru had his hands on Satoru’s thighs, lifting his legs up so they were against his chest and he lowered himself so the tip of his cock was notched at his entrance. Satoru resisted the urge to jerk his hips up, he was so needy and impatient for it. Slowly, Suguru began to sink in, sliding in one inch at a time. The alcohol and the little bit of stretching Suguru provided helped, but Suguru’s cock was huge and Satoru felt as though no amount of prepping would prepare him for the size of it.
He kept his eyes on where they were joined, needing to watch the way Suguru’s huge cock made room for itself and disappeared inside him. It felt like he was getting split open. Satoru tipped his head back against the mattress, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and Suguru pushed inside. He’d pull out some and then push back in even deeper, working himself in, coaxing Satoru’s body to accept him.
Then, Suguru’s hips were flushed against Satoru’s body as he fully delved in. He paused for a moment to let Satoru get used to the stretch. “You good?” he asked, his own breathing heavy.
“Yeah. Move,” Satoru demanded and Suguru pulled out so only the tip was still nestled in and then pushed back in.
It felt like the air was getting slammed out of his lungs and if it wasn’t for Suguru holding onto his legs, he’d get pushed up the bed. Suguru wasn’t gentle, the tip of his cock rammed against Satoru’s prostate and each thrust had him moaning and whimpering. All Satoru could do was grip the sheets as Suguru pounded into him.
“You feel so fucking good,” Suguru said, sweat dripping down the side of his face. “You’re taking me so well. Made to take this dick.”
“Don’t stop,” Satoru grunted, but it was unnecessary since Suguru wasn’t showing any signs of letting up. It was so good, Satoru had been close this entire time and now he felt like he was teetering on the edge. He just needed a little more. “Harder.”
“Harder, huh?” Suguru gave him one solid, deep thrust, reaching impossibly deep. “You’re crying on my cock and you want it harder?”
Satoru blinked, noticing for the first time his eyes were wet with tears. But yeah, he did. He wanted everything that Suguru had to offer him. “Yeah, give it to me.”
A fire ignited behind Suguru’s eyes and he pushed down on Satoru’s thighs so his legs were nearly by his ears, nearly folding him in half. He used the new leverage he had to rail relentlessly into Satoru’s hole. Satoru’s cock bounced with each thrust, so much precum had spilled from it, his pubes and abs were soaked. He had to close his eyes from the pressure, it felt too good and Suguru was so rough he couldn’t take it anymore.
Satoru trembled. His whole body was shaking as Suguru fucked the cum out of him. Ropes of white coated his stomach and chest. Suguru’s hips faltered as he struggled to keep his brutal pace but soon Satoru felt warmth fill the condom inside him. His skin was buzzing, aware of every single touch.
Suguru collapsed on top of him, his soft cock still inside Satoru’s hole. Normally, Satoru wasn’t into cuddling, preferring to roll over and go to sleep right after he came. But the weight and warmth of Suguru’s body was comforting. He couldn’t help himself but throw his arms around Suguru’s back and hold him close. Both of them were breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat covering them.
Satoru spoke first. “I should go.”
Suguru slipped out of him and rolled off, pulling the condom off of him. He got up to toss it into the trash bin next to the nightstand, picking up the cigarettes and lighter. “Want one?” He held out that pack to Satoru like he hadn’t heard Satoru’s declaration to leave.
Satoru shook his head and Suguru shrugged, climbing back into the bed, getting under the covers this time. He took a drag of the cigarette and blew out the smoke, motioning Satoru to come closer. Satoru didn’t really like the smell of cigarettes but he also felt like he didn’t have control over his own body anymore. Something that seemed abhorrent to him suddenly smelled inviting. He shifted and got under the covers too, Suguru draped his arm around him.
Cuddling after sex was completely foreign to him but so was having sex with a man and Satoru was all about change that evening. He thought about asking if he should go again but Suguru was warm and he didn’t want to leave. His eyes were heavy, threatening sleep. Next to Suguru, it felt so right, for the first time Satoru felt like he could let go.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” Satoru asked, his voice thick. He braced himself for rejection. A guy like Suguru was probably busy and Satoru knew better than anyone that frat guys weren’t keen on commitments.
“Depends,” Suguru said, taking another drag from the cigarette. “Are you busy tomorrow?”
“Nah, I don’t have anything going on,” Satoru said, trying to be casual. Trying not to expose how eager he was to see more of Suguru.
“Then I’m free,” he said
“Cool,” Satoru said, moving so he could rest more on Suguru’s body.
His ear was pressed to Suguru’s chest and he could hear every heartbeat, every breath, every inhale of the cigarette. This was it. This was what he’d been looking for.