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Sukuna grunts to get his attention, juts his chin in Suguru’s general direction across the cafeteria. Lip pulls up on one side as he leers at Satorus Omega. Suguru is none the wiser as he bends across the table, pants stretched tight over his thick ass as he chats to his friend.
“You don’t know what to do with all that. You’re a nerd freak, and he’s a baddie.”
Satoru slides his rounded glasses down his narrow nose to focus his steely gaze on his friend.
“Fuck off, you’re just pissed you’ll never get that.”
He feels grimy referring to Suguru as a commodity, but deep down he knows Sukuna is right. He doesn’t know what to do with all that.
Satorus never fucked anyone. Hand on heart, the furthest he’s gone is with Suguru himself. Nearly knotted in his jeans like a pup experiencing his first rut when they’d been heavily making out, Suguru had shifted his hands from his hair and placed one under his shirt. Felt the taut ripples of his stomach before sliding it down towards his crotch, fingers just brushing his panties when Satoru promptly freaked out and started to bleed from his nose. Dots of blood dropped onto his shirt and Suguru's bed.
Suguru had stopped all activity immediately and promptly slid off of his lap to go grab some tissues from the lounge room whilst he pathetically yelled after him, “It’s just seasonal allergies” and “Nothing to worry about” and “Sorry I bled all over his nice bedding.”
That was two weeks ago, with extracurricular activities, Satoru with his arithmetics and Suguru with his martial arts; they hadn’t had time to reconvene where they’d left off, and with Sukuna's words ringing in his ears, Satoru was terrified for when they do.
He’s a nerd; he knows that. He studied hard in school, and now in his final year at college, he has never dated. But, man, sitting next to his friend who’s basically frothing over his boyfriend, Satoru can’t help but preen with his alpha pride. That’s his, all his, and he wants to treat him right. No matter if Suguru has had lovers before him, he childishly dreams of being the last.
As if on cue, Suguru turns to meet Satoru's eyes across the cafeteria, tosses his luscious hair over his shoulder, and wiggles his fingers in greeting before turning back to his friend.
Yep, he doesn’t have a clue, but it won’t stop him from trying.
…
The doorbell rings just as Satoru pulls a clean sweater over his head. He’d barely had time to shower before Suguru arrived, but he wanted to smell nice for his beloved and less like stinker Sukuna's pheromones.
Satoru can feel his face flush as he opens the door to let Suguru in. He’s too nervous to be embarrassed, though he is letting his omega into his apartment for the first time, in fact. Suguru lived much closer to campus, so with the time they had after classes, it was convenient to hang out at his.
He brushes his boyfriend's dark bangs out of the way as gently as can be with his colossus-sized hands before leaning down to kiss his cheek in greeting. “Hey, beautiful.” Maybe cheesy, but he really is so, so beautiful. Satoru feels his alpha pride puff out his chest as he thinks about how no one sees this relaxed Suguru. Others see the put-together hottie, and yes, Suguru is hot with or without effort, but he’s even more gorgeous relaxed in Satoru's presence.
Suguru's eyes close when he’s genuinely smiling, and they do at Satoru's compliment; he slides a hand up Satoru's arm and squeezes his bicep through his sweater as he smiles so, so very sweetly. Satoru feels his heart beat faster at the contact. He flexes a little; he wants to impress Suguru with his sleeper build. He peeks under his glasses to see his reaction audibly at Sugars's expression as he stares back; purple eyes are a little blown. He looks like he wants to gobble him up, and Satoru would gladly let him if he weren’t so certain he’d have a heart attack whilst doing so.
Satoru is frozen, like a deer in headlights, unsure of what’s about to happen, but it’s Suguru who drops his hand from his bicep and asks a little impatiently, “So… are you going to let me in? Or are we just going to hang out in your doorway?”
“Of course—come on in—mi casa es su casa.” Satoru nearly chokes on his own tongue in his haste to invite him inside.
“Wow, your house is something.” Suguru's eyes dart around, looking at his surroundings. The apartment is one giant juxtaposition, but Satoru wouldn’t change a thing. He has Digimon figurines next to his brass fruit bowl, clashing with the marble bench. He has French-panelled walls adorned with neon LED lights of his favourite anime characters. Equal parts chic and nerd, he lives alone anyway.
Satoru lifts an arm to scratch his bleached undercut sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s a bit eclectic, but it’s home. Make yourself comfortable.” He hurriedly drops his arm, his ears warming up as he catches Suguru looking at his exposed strip of stomach.
“So… do you want to watch a movie?”
Anything to avoid the bedroom and what occurred last time. It’s Suguru's first time at his house. They can do things another day. He just wants to calm his beating heart.
Suguru eyes him innocently enough, “Sure.”.
…
They end up watching a new release on Satoru's suede couch. Sat a comfortable shoulder's length apart, Suguru had slowly been inching closer until he was able to tuck his black-painted toes under Satoru's leg for warmth.
“Are you too cold? I can turn the heater to a warmer setting.
Suguru shakes his head softly. “No, no, I just like touching.”
Satoru's bones nearly jump out of his skin at the confession, but Sukuna's voice comes looming in the back of his head.
Satoru hurriedly moved closer and patted right next to him, “Come, let me hold you then.”
Suguru wasted no time crawling his way into Satoru's side. A content sigh when he rested his head on Satorus's shoulder.
Satoru, not used to the comforts of connection, gingerly laid his temple on the top of Suguru's head. A waft of sweet scent entered his nostrils, and he breathed in deeply. His heart did a little dance as he smiled into his boyfriend’s hair. Suguru was all his, hehe.
He gently turned his head to kiss the top of his head, and this time a stronger waft of sweetness tickled his nose. Suguru's hair wash was divine; he breathed in deeply again.
It wasn’t until Suguru draped his sweater-pawed arm across his waist to snuggle in deeper into Satoru's side that he smelt an even stronger waft of sweetened scent that the cogs started turning in his brain. He’s smelt this before, and it’s not hair wash.
His omega is scenting him quite aggressively. Satoru's heart starts to beat faster again; Suguru is right there. Clinging to him, giving him every chance to ravish him, and Satorus going to pass away from the anxiety of it all.
“Are you okay?” Suguru asks a little muffled, his face still buried in Satoru's chest, “Your heart's beating so fast.”
That’s it. Satoru is now going to die of embarrassment.
“The movie's action and fast-paced; I’m really enjoying it.” Smooth, Satoru, smooth.
But not smooth enough.
Suguru pulls back so he can look up at Satoru. “Oh really? Because I noticed if I do this... Suguru rubs his sweater-pawed arm across Satoru's midriff, “Your pace quickens.”
Satoru's brain promptly short circuits, and he stops thinking as he slips his hands to either side of Suguru's face and guides his lips to his.
Suguru sighs into the kiss, and Satoru is instinctually spurred on as he slips his tongue inside his willing omega's mouth. They’ve heavily made out before, and Satoru loves it. Loves the sounds Suguru makes. Love’s the closeness of it all. He’d absorb him if he could.
He slips an arm around Suguru's waist to support him as he hugs him chest to chest. His heart is beating wildly, but so is Sugurus's, and he smiles into their kiss.
Suguru breaks away; Satoru chases, trying to kiss him again, but Suguru shakes his head, “Wait, and flings a leg over to straddle Satoru on the couch.
Satoru feels like every nerve is on fire at the weight of his omega's plush ass on him. He chances a glance and meets Suguru's blown-out gaze. His eyes nearly black, his pupils obscuring the obsidian.
“Touch me. I want you to touch me.”
It’s not commanding; it’s not so much as pleading either, but it is a request, and Satoru would hand Suguru the moon if he requested it so.
He copies where Suguru had guided his hand last time they’d ended up like this. He skims his hands under his shirt. Feels his stomach suck in at the scrape of his fingers.
“Oops, sorry,” Satoru mumbles.
“Don’t be sorry; please keep going.” Suguru’s voice is breathy, and Satoru feels the looming feeling of doom again, the humiliation of not being as experienced as Suguru all over again.
But he continues.
His fingers find the scalloped lace edging at the top of his panties, and Satoru swallows the bile in his throat, feeling Sugurus print as he slides his hand across the soft cotton and curves his fingers under to feel dampness.
Sugurus's breath quickens as he presses feathering kisses to the shell of his ear, and he’s spurred on to touch more. He gives an exploratory stroke upwards, and Suguru grinds down.
Okay, okay, he likes it so far.
Satoru rubs a little firmer, using his first two fingers, and Suguru continues to push himself down to meet his touch. He may not have any physical experience, but he’s watched porn, so he drags his thumb up further and rubs along until Suguru moans for real.
His cock twitches in his sweats. He’d barely registered how hard he was. His focus was on Suguru completely. Fuck, and now that he was aware of how uncomfortable his dick was trapped at that angle, he shifted his weight when he accidentally brushed up against the cleft of Sugurus's ass.
“Shit.” He could feel buzzing in his ears.
Suguru grinds against his palm, and a whimper slips through his lips, and Satoru laser-focuses back on his love. He thumbs firm circles around his clothed clit, dragging his first two fingers roughly over the damp underside. His hips rut upwards on instinct, and he hisses at the sensation.
He looks up to Suguru for guidance, for acceptance, but Suguru's a hot, hot mess. Forehead gathering sweat and mouth slack as he gets himself off on Satoru's hand, and Satoru almost growls with pride. He is the one making his omega feel good. Fuck Sukuna! The bastard is just miserable he’s single. Suguru wants him, openly scents him, and is ever so patient with Satoru's blunders.
“Wait, wait.” He hears himself, but he sounds muffled to his buzzing ears. Suguru does plead this time. Voice raspy “Just a bit more.”.
His cock kicks in his pants as his balls pull upwards at the neediness.
“Let me slip your pants off.” Suguru doesn’t need to be told twice; he leans far enough back that Satoru can withdraw his hand and start unbuttoning his high-waisted pants.
He stands back and shimmies them down his muscular legs, and Satorus's cock kicks again at his visible pussy print in pink panties.
He pats his lap, beckons Suguru back into his embrace. Suguru settles back in, kisses Satoru with vigour, but he doesn’t need to ask or guide this time. Satoru strays his hand back down to where Suguru needs him most and slips his panties to the side.
Suguru stops breathing against his lips as he thumbs over his exposed clit. Feeling the soft warmth of his cunt, he eagerly slides his fingers to part his folds, feeling them open with no resistance. He dips them experimentally into the deeper heat.
“May I?”
Suguru nods against his lips and grinds down.
He pushes one finger a knuckle deep inside. “You can add more.” A breathy whisper from above, and Satoru obliges, adding another finger to gently open him, guided by the slick, all whilst keeping his thumb firmly pressed on his pearl.
He’s scissored him to his second knuckle when he promptly removes them. Suguru whines above him, going to protest, but Satoru exchanges his first two fingers for his middle two instead; his hand and wrist were beginning to cramp. He curls them upwards, searching, searching when he feels soft ridges.
“Oh yes, yes. Right there.” Suguru bounces his ass down, quickening the pace.
Satoru kisses him quiet. Sucks on his tongue as he finger fucks him.
He can feel Sugurs's erect nipples against his chest, so he uses his free hand to pull his shirt up so he can nuzzle along his chest. Mouths along until he swirls his tongue around one of his tits, sucking it into his mouth, and Suguru starts chanting nonsense as he nears his peak.
He tenses and cums with a high-pitched moan. Satoru keeps his pace through it, fucks him as he feels slick slide past his wrist and onto the couch. “That’s it, that’s it.” Until Suguru whines and pulls upwards, trying to move away from the overstimulation.
Satoru removes his hand. Holds it away as he slides his clean hand from his chest up to tangle it in Suguru's soft hair and pulls him forward to pepper his face with kisses as he comes back down from his high.
Suguru sits back on his knees after a moment and sits straight as he flips his hair over his shoulders. His face glows in the light of the TV. He looks blissed, satisfied. Satoru pulls him down for another kiss and involuntarily bucks his hips upwards.
He’d been too enthralled by his lover to recognise he was close to knotting again.
Suguru's eyes widen at the feeling of his want. He pushes himself off of Satorus's lap and sinks to the floor on his knees.
Satoru is confused until nimble fingers pull his sweats and briefs down in one swoop. His cock feels cool as his pre-cummed tip hits the air; Suguru stares appreciatively at his size, but Satoru doesn’t shy away. Suguru rubs the tip of his cock teasingly against his soft lips before he’s engulfed in warm heat.
Suguru’s mouth feels like heaven as he laves his tongue across the redhead before sucking him down to the root, hands working on what won’t fit. He bobs his head expertly, pushes Satoru as far as he can down his throat, and is met with little resistance.
“Shit, fuck, Sugu I think I’m going to knot.”
Satorus is too worked up from pleasing Suguru and Sugurus working magic on his untouched virgin cock that he isn’t going to last long. Suguru pulls off, a mix of precum and saliva smeared on his lips and chin. “Do it; you can do it. Knot my mouth.”
“What?” Satoru doesn’t think he’s heard right, but Suguru is sucking him down with fever. Throat humming as he pushes his balls upwards, palm hugging them as he massages the space between his balls and ass. The vibrations and new sensations are too much for him, and Satoru feels the warning pull in his lower stomach as his knot starts to inflate.
Suguru relaxes his jaw as it fills. Satorus, gripping tufts of his hair, lets out a guttural growl seeing his omega, jaw split wide to accommodate him. Tears streaming from his eyes. Eyes nearly rolling back.
He bunches his hair roughly into two handfuls as he starts fucking into his throat. Suguru’s gargling on his cock, and he can’t warn him before he shoots his potent load down his welcoming warmth.
He sobers immediately, anxious at what he’d done. He wipes the tears from Suguru’s eyes and runs his fingers through his hair to detangle it. As soon as his knot deflates enough, he lifts Suguru back onto his lap and kisses him. Tastes himself on his mouth but kisses him as he runs his hands soothingly up and down his strong back.
Suguru purrs, slumped in his embrace; he kisses along his neck, his collarbone sucking slightly. His slick leaks down Satorus's lap, but he doesn’t care; it obviously turned Suguru on to be choking on his cock. In fact, he wants to taste his slick.
He flips positions with Suguru, who gasps with surprise as he hooks his arms under his taut thighs and pulls him to the edge of the couch. He trails kisses, soft and light, on his inner thigh until he’s hovering, hot breath over his pussy; he stares appreciatively before lowering his head to lick experimentally. Sugurus jolts; his arms go back to grip the back of the couch. He’s sensitive.
Satoru licks a flat stripe from his hole to his clit. He tastes musky and sweet. Suguru moans, so he does it again. Does it a third time, and slick starts to gush.
“Your pussy’s so sweet. Maybe I’ll eat it every day. You know how I like my treats sweet.”
Suguru lets one hand off the back of the couch and rubs his hand over Satoru's slicked lips to his jaw before guiding his mouth to his exposed clit.
He smirks down at him, “Depends how well you eat it.”
Satoru doesn’t hesitate to dive back in. Let Suguru guide him where he likes. Sucks his clit, spells I love you with his tongue against it because he does.
His cock stiffens to attention as his omega writhes above him in unadulterated pleasure. He dips three fingers in, gathers the sweetness to wet his cock. He drags his hand back and forth roughly as he continues to let Suguru get off on him.
Suguru grips the back of his head, fingers scratching at his scalp as he tongue fucks his hole. He alternates between tongue stiff, dipping in and out to licking flat stripes as Suguru grinds his clit against his nose. He’d happily die if his sexy as fuck boyfriend was the one to take him out this way.
His knot inflates without warning, and he moans into Suguru's pussy as he strokes threads of cum across his hardwood floor.
His jaw aches, but Suguru's back arches and his thighs quiver. He’s near, so Satoru licks harder and sucks stronger until Suguru’s legs shake as he comes. He sprays across Satoru's face, and Satoru yelps with surprise.
He wipes his eyes so he can check on Suguru. His chest is lifting and falling rapidly as he pulls himself together. Their eyes meet, and they start laughing. Deep belly laughs.
“Well?”
“You’re a certified freak, Satoru.”