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Red and blue flashing lights filter through a haze of smoke as he stands illuminated among the darkness. His chest rumbles with each strum of the bass, and Satoru grins into the mic as he sings. Countless adoring eyes gaze up at him, and he winks at a pretty girl screaming his name at the front row.
They're here for him, and he's here to give them a show. A night they'll remember. Satoru knows that many of them dream of him in their sleep, and would sell their own parents for a single date with him. He has that effect on people, and fame has only magnified it. Satoru gives them what they want, swaying his body sensually to the rhythm as he adjusts his collar, offering a hint of skin. With a sly grin, Satoru sidles up to the bass player, looping his arm around the man's shoulder and bumping their hips together. Something he knows the fans will love, and will irritate his stuck-up bassist.
Sukuna resists rolling his eyes, but he can't stop the slightly dirty look he gives the lead singer. Too touchy. Too personal, and more annoying than any one man should ever be given the ability to be. But he knows that the crowd likes it.
He also knows they like when he acts aloof.
Sukuna plucks at his strings and he shrugs Satoru off, ignoring the excited screaming.
Satoru presses a hand to his heart, pretending to be wounded as he walks away from Sukuna. He knows not to overdo things on stage, and it's just as fun to tease the other alpha away from prying eyes.
He still stays on Sukuna's side of the stage for most of the remainder of the performance, just close enough that he knows his scent must be prickling at Sukuna's senses.
Sukuna is pretty good at blocking him out most of the time, but the smell of sweat and pheromones has his nose scrunching up slightly. Just as it always does. He doesn't flee the stage when everything is done, but he's off first, heading into the backroom with the drummer close behind.
Uraume doesn't even mention Satoru's antics, seeing how normal it is for the man to do things like that. It wasn't even egregious this time. They grab water for the two of them before Yuuji and Satoru make their way back with them.
Sukuna grunts and takes his before going to sit in the back of the room, pulling out his phone to find out where the party is going to be.
Satoru lingers for a while after, blowing kisses at the crowd and thanking them for attending. He chats up some of the groupies he's familiar with, exchanging harmless flirtations before heading backstage.
"Sukuna!" he calls out the moment he's reunited with his bandmates, grinning wildly as he takes a seat right next to Sukuna. "Did you see how wild they got for us? I bet you don't see that kind of action often offstage."
Sukuna sighs and glances away from his phone. "You're inviting harassment from obsessed fans. They're going to pester you if you get a partner. Obsession leads to killing or stalking. That'd be all on you." He takes a swig from his water and looks away from Satoru's face.
"Why do you have to bring up killing?" Yuuji complains as he walks in and grabs a cloth to wipe his face. "It's not really harmful just to have some fun anyway."
"Thank you, Yuuji," Satoru beams at him. "At least someone in your family knows how to have fun. Speaking of which, I know the groupies will be throwing a party soon. Will I be seeing all of you there?" He's looking at Sukuna as he asks the question, knowing that the man tends to blow off invites more often than not.
"I'm going!" Yuuji replies excitedly.
Sukuna just stares at Satoru and raises a brow. "I'll go for a drink or two and then I'm going back to the hotel. Why, what is it to you?" He sounds less aggressive than his words imply, but his twin winces again.
Uraume doesn't bother to answer Satoru, changing out of their sweaty shirt and putting on a clean sweater.
"Nothing." Satoru shrugs innocently. "I just don't think I've ever seen you have fun." He stands to grab some water for himself, his thirst finally catching up to him. "Are you going to be returning to your room alone, like always?"
Sukuna sighs and starts scrolling on his phone. "I'm guessing you'll have an omega on your hip saying you're the biggest and best they've ever had, just to get VIP tickets for the next show."
Uraume snickers as they grab their things.
"Jealous, are you?" Satoru huffs, a little put out by Uraume's snickering. "It's okay if no one's ever said that to you. I'm sure you're great when you do put out." Although Satoru has a slight suspicion that Sukuna never has. Schrödinger's virgin, as far as he knows.
Yuuji snickers this time. Sukuna ignores them both. "Go change or something, you stink. Posturing on stage has knot rot setting in."
"I smell just fine," Satoru mutters as he shucks off his shirt, tossing it in the general direction of his other stuff. "Just ask any omega."
"You sure you want me to go ask some omegas about scents?" Sukuna smirks, knowing how many fans are drooling after him because he doesn't flirt around.
"Why not? Maybe they can tell me what I'm missing about yours." As much as Satoru likes to get into Sukuna's personal space to get a rise out of him, prolonged exposure to the other alpha's scent tends to turn his stomach.
"Oh, so now we're going out together? No thanks. Your taste in omegas is..." Sukuna pauses and shakes his head, not elaborating. He stands to grab his jacket, shrugging it on easily. "Don't be loud tonight, we need the sleep."
"What's wrong with the omegas I bring back?" Satoru asks, offended on their behalf. "They're sweet individuals. And I like when they're loud." It's not Satoru's fault if his partners are vocal.
"They sleep with you," is Sukuna's response as he walks toward the door. "But don't lie. You're not fucking them because they're sweet."
"I'm a gentleman!" Satoru says indignantly. "You'd get more omegas in your bed if you smiled more or something." He ignores the fact that there are plenty of fans who do want Sukuna despite his cheerless demeanor.
"Whatever you say. You fuck them because they're easy. See you guys at the party, I'm going for a smoke." Sukuna looks over his shoulder, calm even through his insults. He closes the door behind him and there's silence in the room.
Yuuji speaks up after a second, "Maybe you should stop poking the bear..."
Satoru sighs as he hastily finds a new shirt to put on. "I'm not trying to annoy him." Or at least, he hadn't been at first. "I can't help it if he takes everything I say the wrong way. Why can't your brother be more like you?" Yuuji is friendly and easy to get along with, unlike a certain someone. It's fascinating how different two twins can be from each other.
Yuuji looks between Satoru and then at Uraume who shrugs and speaks slowly. "You sat down right beside him and didn't talk to either of us. Do you want him to snap on you or something?"
Yuuji cuts in, "Woah, woah, no. Sukuna doesn't snap. Don't worry Satoru, he's just a stick in the mud. Let's just not worry about him tonight?"
It'd be more interesting for Satoru if Sukuna bites. He's not used to someone acting that indifferent about his existence, and it'd be fun if he can get Sukuna to swing at him or something.
"You're right, Yuuji." He bumps his shoulder against Yuuji with a smile. "We can have fun without him dragging down the mood."
Yuuji smiles and bumps him back. "Yeah, we don't need him."
Uraume sighs and leaves the room, shaking their head at the two.
Sukuna gets to the afterparty first. He dodges questions and most people. He gets a drink and sits in the back, enjoying the music and the way the bass pumps through him. A few omegas are dancing nearby, and he glances every now and then, but doesn't approach. They look like Satoru's type.
Unfortunately they have similar types.
He waits for his bandmates, and the inevitable pestering that is coming along with it. Maybe Satoru will be too busy chasing hole to bother him.
Satoru arrives with Yuuji not too long after and the two are accosted by a gathering of fans looking for autographs.
"Why don't you take care of them?" Satoru asks Yuuji as his eyes land on Sukuna drinking in some corner by himself. Like usual. At least he won't have to be alone for much longer.
He weaves through a small crowd of gyrating bodies and makes his way to Sukuna. "Here by yourself, handsome?" he teases, sitting across from him this time.
"Unfortunately not anymore," Sukuna mumbles around the rim of his drink. "I got you an orange juice." There's a glass on the table between them.
Satoru's eyes brighten as he takes the glass, practically draining it in a single loud slurp. "Thanks, Sukuna." He churns the ice with his straw. "I'm glad you decided to join tonight instead of staying holed up in your room."
Sukuna hums in acknowledgement but doesn't say anything else, too busy glancing behind Satoru. He notices Uraume and Yuuji dispersing into the crowd. The party is relatively relaxed compared to some. No one is trying to give Sukuna coke this time. He sips his rum and gets comfortable against the little recliner he's on.
Satoru is only able to stay silent for so long. "So is there really no one here you would want to bring back? It's not as though you lack options. What about her?" he inclines his head towards someone to their side. "I'm pretty sure she's been sneaking glances at you this whole time."
Sukuna closes his eyes and counts to ten mentally. He slowly opens them and levels Satoru with a stare. "No."
"I don't think I've ever met an alpha this opposed to getting his dick wet." Satoru stops short of asking Sukuna if he's sure he's an alpha at all. "Do you have a secret partner at home, or something?"
"Have you ever thought that I don't hook up near you guys because I don't care for my brother hearing me in the hotel? Or seeing me throat deep in some drunk omega in a backroom?" Sukuna asks casually.
"I don't think Yuuji would mind. He's able to sleep through anything." Satoru would know. "If that's what's stopping you, you don't need to keep worrying about that."
"Hey Satoru?" Sukuna leans forward, elbows on his knees.
"What is it?" Satoru blinks then smiles sweetly.
"Why do you care?" Sukuna stares at him with an unimpressed expression.
"Because I'm a caring person," Satoru answers innocently.
"You're obsessed with the thought of me getting, or not getting laid. That's a type of caring I normally wouldn't attribute to my alpha bandmate."
"I'm just trying to be helpful," Satoru tries to defend himself. Maybe there is a little bit of alpha posturing involved as well, but he knows better than to say it out loud. Sukuna also just happens to be the exact type of person Satoru wants to see lose his composure.
Sukuna raises a brow pointedly and takes a drink. "Do you think you're helping?"
"I like to think I am," Satoru says flippantly.
There's a long stretch of silence between them before Sukuna knocks back the rest of his drink and stands up.
Satoru pouts as Sukuna stands. "Heading back already? But we just got here."
"Do something nice for yourself and find someone who'll tell you how great you are. I'll see you later. Make sure to find someone who takes up as much of your thoughts as my sex life does." Sukuna glances at his phone and then heads over to the bar to get a final shot before he gets a lift back to the hotel.
Satoru sticks his tongue out at Sukuna's back even though he knows Sukuna won't see it. He sighs then looks for the omega that was watching Sukuna earlier, smiling at her as their eyes meet.
"Wanna dance?" He offers his hand out to her. It's Sukuna's loss that he's missing out on a pretty thing like her. She's already a little tipsy as she takes his hand, and fully drunk by the time she's sitting on his lap and kissing down his jaw on the ride back to his hotel.
The hotel doors are loud when they shut, especially when people who are too busy groping each other barge through them.
Sukuna's eyes crack open in his bed and he stares at the ceiling. Satoru always picks the room beside his. And because of that, he has to listen to the omega begging and crying for his knot with a slurred whiny voice, and the wet slaps of skin on skin.
He's convinced Satoru does it on purpose.
Sukuna takes his noise cancelling ear buds, that he got just for this, and puts them in. He rolls on his side and tries to fall back asleep.
Slowly but surely, Satoru's wearing him down. He's on his last nerve. And Satoru has no idea what he's in for.
A week after their tour ends, Satoru decides that he needs to seek Sukuna out. He senses that there's more tension between them than usual, and he can acknowledge that he probably pushed Sukuna too hard.
It's a little cliche, but he buys a pricey bottle of Dom Perignon to bring with him as he makes an unannounced house visit to Sukuna. "Sukuna, are you home?" Satoru calls out as he punches in the passcode he had finessed out of a drunk Yuuji. "I have something for you."
There's silence and then the sound of Sukuna quickly coming down the hall. His eyebrows are furrowed. "Did you just break into my house?" He accuses with a dark look.
"Maybe?" Satoru has the decency to look slightly abashed. "But only with good intentions, I swear." He holds out the fancy gift bag and offers it to Sukuna.
Sukuna narrows his eyes and steps forward. He takes the bag, even if he still looks wary. "Did my brother give you the code?" He pulls the bottle of champagne out of the bag and he looks at it with a deep sigh. "What's this for?"
"I wanted to apologize. I might've been too nosy this time." Satoru watches Sukuna carefully to assess his reaction to the gift. "Please don't get mad at Yuuji for giving me your code."
Sukuna turns and starts walking toward his liquor cabinet, not motioning Satoru to follow, but not deterring him. "You're apologizing? Who talked to you? Uraume? Or did you finally get a therapist?"
Satoru walks after him, eyeing the interior of Sukuna's home. "Am I not allowed to apologize on my own behalf? I want to know you better. It'd be bad for the band if you dislike me."
"I don't dislike you," Sukuna says easily as he puts the bottle into the rack he has. "You just have a habit of getting on my nerves." Satoru's scent fills his senses and he hums. He's always trying to posture on him, even subconsciously. Maybe Satoru's alpha is threatened or something.
"So to make me like you, you broke into my house and brought me alcohol?"
"Is it working?" Satoru curiously opens Sukuna's fridge as they talk, not surprised to find a good selection of fresh ingredients and slabs of meat. There are no frozen meals in the freezer, either. "Do you do all your own cooking?"
"Get out of my fridge. Just sit on the couch and don't touch anything," Sukuna sits and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Someone's grouchy," Satoru teases as he raises his hands in surrender and allows the fridge door to close. "You didn't answer my question, though."
"I cook for myself most of the time. Ura and Yuuji come over and cook sometimes," Sukuna runs a hand through his hair to keep himself patient. Satoru is just like this. He's harmless.
Sukuna just has to keep telling himself that.
Satoru obediently walks over to the couch and sits down, but not before running his fingers along a few more of Sukuna's possessions. "Am I allowed to come over and cook as well? I feel like I'm missing out."
"No," Sukuna exhales slowly, watching Satoru touch things. "Do you actually know how to cook?" It's bitchy, but Sukuna can't help it. His mood is more sour than usual, possibly from having Satoru in his home. Or he's getting too close to a rut.
"Just because I usually choose not to cook doesn't mean I can't. You look like a steak guy to me. I bet I can make a better steak than you can." Satoru doesn't notice any of Sukuna's discomfort.
"You think so?" Sukuna rubs a hand down his face and he closes his eyes. "You want to cook for me?"
"Just to prove that I can do it better than you," Satoru says cheekily. "We should do that sometime. Have Yuuji and Uraume be the judges." Although Satoru has a suspicion that Uraume will vote for Sukuna no matter what, so Yuuji's opinion will be the only one that matters.
Sukuna tilts his head and looks at Satoru imploringly. "Is this how you make friends?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play stupid," Sukuna leans forward, it has him shifting a bit closer to the other alpha. "You push my buttons at any chance you can get. Are you trying to get a rise from me? Is that it?"
"I'm not trying to push your buttons." Satoru holds Sukuna's gaze even as he lies out of his teeth. "I didn't think you would be so sensitive. Especially with how stoic you act."
"You have exactly one chance to fuck out of my house before you ruin this," Sukuna's jaw clenches, and he's sitting near the edge of his chair. The scent of mulled wine fills the room as he finally starts to snap.
Satoru's nose wrinkles as Sukuna's scent sharpens. The tinge of alcohol seems to burn his nostrils. "What am I ruining? I said I'm sorry, didn't I?" He doesn't move from his spot on the couch.
Sukuna stands up and closes the space between them with a few large steps. He leans down, hands on the arm and back of the couch, cornering him in.
"Do it. Keep pushing. I dare you." Sukuna's eyes are wide, pupils dilated.
Satoru swallows from the look on Sukuna's face as he closes in on him. He clears his throat before speaking. "Okay, I get it. You're a big, scary alpha. I'm sorry for ever insinuating that you're not or for implying that your dick doesn't work." He may have said something along those lines before, so he's apologizing for that preemptively as well.
Sukuna grabs Satoru's throat and pins him to the couch faster than either of them can blink. "You really don't know when to give up."
He growls low in his throat and braces a knee on the couch. "When to submit."
Satoru's eyes widen as he tries to pry Sukuna's fingers off of his throat. His lips pull back as he growls in an uncharacteristically aggressive display. "Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Satoru wheezes.
"What's wrong with me? Maybe ask yourself that." Sukuna uses his leverage to start manhandling Satoru to lay down. "You wanted this. You wanted me to finally react. Don't pretend any differently."
Satoru tries to push Sukuna off of him, but it's hard to move Sukuna off of him with how they're positioned. Which is unfair because he doesn't think Sukuna is physically stronger than him. He just hadn't expected to be attacked.
"Okay, maybe a little," Satoru admits. "But I didn't think you'd be this psycho about it."
"Oh, now you regret it?" Sukuna shifts his grip and pins Satoru's face into the cushions by the back of his neck. "Yuuji warned you. Ura warned you. I guess you just have to learn by doing."
Seeing Satoru bent and forced down has heat burning hot in his gut. Sukuna shoves the other alpha down harder, and he climbs more fully on the couch behind him.
Satoru grunts in frustration when he sees that he can't shake Sukuna off of him. "I said I get it," he whines. "Can you get off of me now? I'll try harder to not piss you off in the future."
Sukuna doesn't bother listening to him. He shifts behind him and grabs Satoru's hip with one hand. He's not sure why, but he moves the other alpha to have him on his knees, ass up for him.
It's a heady feeling when Sukuna covers his back and replaces his grip on his neck with his teeth, mounting him and holding him down with his weight.
Wincing from the bite, Satoru fights against the urge to collapse under Sukuna's weight as he's scruffed.
"Sukuna, this isn't funny anymore." His face is warm from the position Sukuna has forced him into. He knows it's not intentional, but that doesn't stop his mind from wandering. Sukuna is too reserved for that, and Satoru just needs to find a way to get him to snap out of it.
Sukuna growls at him and his hands grip at Satoru's waist. He doesn't release his teeth, barely restraining himself from breaking skin. He's breathing hard as his hips bump against Satoru's ass for a second.
There's a moment of awkward stillness, and then Sukuna grinds down against him hard enough to force Satoru's knees and cheek into the cushions. He breathes a harsh moan against Satoru's skin, and he closes his eyes as he relishes the feeling.
Apparently Satoru was wrong. He freezes at the unmistakable press of something hard against his ass. "Is that your dick?" he asks incredulously. "Seriously? What, are you only able to get it up when they're unwilling or something?"
Satoru tries to squirm his way out of Sukuna's grip, but it only seems to make him grind against Sukuna. He gives up with an unhappy grunt, trying not to fixate on the sound of Sukuna's moan.
Sukuna rolls his hips again, breathing out a soft puff of pleasure against Satoru's nape. His teeth unlock and he licks the skin wetly. "Maybe this is why you get on my nerves. You're so much better like this. Just be my omega for now and I'll forgive you." Sukuna places one hand on the couch by Satoru's head and the other keeps his hip gripped almost painfully.
"You shouldn't have pushed so hard. I can tell what you want," Sukuna mumbles as he nips and actually sucks a bruise onto Satoru's neck. "You want my attention so bad."
"Fuck, does Yuuji know you're this much of a freak?" Satoru tries, hoping that the mention of his brother would kill Sukuna's boner. He hates how it's a little sexy having Sukuna hot and bothered like this, and he really doesn't want to be here anymore.
Sukuna nuzzles into his neck, "And you think you're innocent in this? What would all your partners think of you now?" Sukuna grinds against him, and his fingers twitch against Satoru's hip. They dip to Satoru's belt and undo the buckle easily.
"There's some that would be into it." Satoru sulks at the prospect of his ruined reputation. "You wouldn't..." He's honestly not sure what Sukuna would or wouldn't do anymore.
"I would." Sukuna mumbles as he undoes Satoru's button and unzips him. "You wondered if I could fuck, didn't you? You were so obsessed with the thought of it. You'll see for yourself. Maybe you'll leave me the fuck alone after." Sukuna bites him again, ensuring he doesn't start fighting too hard, forcing his boneless submission as he starts to slide Satoru's pants and underwear down.
"You suck," Satoru spits. "I was just trying to be friends." See if he'll ever do something nice for Sukuna again. His body relaxes on its own from Sukuna biting his nape, but he still tries to kick at Sukuna as his ass is bared. "Freak. Rapist. Are you actually turned on by another alpha's ass?"
"If it's rape, why are you giving in?" Sukuna hums as he runs his hands down Satoru's thighs and barely dodges the kick. "And I told you. You're not an alpha right now. If you want to act like a needy omega, I'll treat you like one. You just want attention, right? Just need a worthy alpha to treat you right." Sukuna mumbles as he takes Satoru's dick in hand, enjoying the heat of it, even if it's not hard under his touch.
His free hand reaches to pull down his own sweatpants.
"Even I know that's not how consent works." Satoru's cheek puffs out as he resigns himself to whatever Sukuna intends on doing to him. "You probably don't even know how to make an omega feel good. I bet you're a selfish one-pump chump. Jerk."
Satoru's dick is soft but he can feel it twitch in interest from Sukuna's hand. He can't help that it feels kind of nice, despite everything.
"I guess you'll just have to see about that." Sukuna doesn't say anything about consent. He knows that this isn't consensual. But he also can't bring himself to care. His hand strokes up and down Satoru's length as he bares himself. The touch of his cock against Satoru's ass is heavenly, and Sukuna moans against his nape. He nips and then sucks another bruise on him as he grinds indulgently.
"I like you better like this. Petulant and so sweet. It suits you better than that stupid charade you put on for everyone," Sukuna mumbles as he pulls back just enough to spit in his hand.
Satoru swallows as Sukuna's cock presses against his bare skin. It feels thick and heavy, and too much for him to take with just spit. "Are you really just going to fuck me with just this? Don't you have any lube, or are you too much of a virgin to have that in your home?"
He knows he really shouldn't keep provoking Sukuna like this, but he can't stop himself from running his mouth. It's all he can do to keep his tattered ego intact.
"I have lube, but I won't risk you getting away from me. So unless you come and submit in my bed with me, then you'll be dealing with this." Sukuna presses his nose under Satoru's ear, sliding his wet hand along Satoru's hole first. The way it twitches involuntarily is addicting.
Satoru tenses at the brush against his hole, brows furrowed as he debates his options. "I can be sweet," he says as convincingly as he can manage. He just needs Sukuna to let off of him a little.
"Fuck no you can't," Sukuna laughs against him. "I'm not stupid, you know." He spits on his hand again, bringing it to his cock this time. He hisses at the touch, and he bites down harder, punishing Satoru for his attempt. "I can tell."
"You're not going to just stick it in, are you?" Satoru asks with a nervous chuckle. "I thought you were going to treat me right." He really shouldn't have broken into Sukuna's home.
Sukuna leaves a thoughtful kiss on Satoru's back between his shoulders and he slides his fingers over his hole instead. "You want to be treated right by me?"
"I mean, that's better than you being mean about it." Satoru glances over his shoulder with a pitiful look, struggling to act as submissive as Sukuna apparently wants him to be. At least Sukuna is easy to look at, as terrible as his personality can be.
Sukuna can't help the way he looks pleased at Satoru's apparent submission. He circles his finger around Satoru's hole and then slowly pushes at the tight rim. "Have you ever been fucked before?" Sukuna mumbles against his ear just as his finger slips inside.
"No," Satoru says sourly. "Have you?" He's played with his ass before because he heard it feels good, but that was with a copious amount of lube. He chews his lip from how invasive it feels to have Sukuna shove his finger inside of him.
"No, but I have fucked another alpha, so you're in good hands." Sukuna smirks and he curls his finger a few times instead of pushing any deeper. "If I could trust you, I'd get lube, but I know better than that."
"Of course you have," Satoru mutters quietly. "Gotta be the most alpha of alphas, don't you?" His hole clenches around Sukuna's finger, and he's tight from being on edge.
"You really think that's why?" Sukuna huffs a laugh, kissing the back of his neck again. Then he starts stroking Satoru's cock to help him relax. "He wanted it, he begged for it. Unlike you, he just came out and asked."
"I'm glad it worked out for him." Satoru's cock throbs in Sukuna's hand, stiffening slowly. He'd be okay with this if it were just Sukuna kissing his neck and stroking him. At least he doesn't have to look at Sukuna's stupid face. God, he must look so smug right now. Satoru knows he would be if he were the one pinning Sukuna down.
Sukuna moans quietly at the way Satoru's cock fills out in his palm. He mouths to the side of his neck and sucks more bruises onto the pale column of his neck, not moving his finger yet. "Mhm," Sukuna hums, barely listening as he rubs his thumb over the head of Satoru's cock, teasing at the sensitive tip.
Satoru shudders, his cock starting to leak as his body grows hot with arousal. He's as humiliated as he is turned on, and he's reluctant to admit that maybe Sukuna was right that he wanted something like this to happen.
"Mm, good boy." Sukuna smears the precum that beads there along his length as his finger starts curling inside deeper and deeper. He goes slow, and waits until Satoru is relaxed from pleasure to inch in farther. Sukuna's cock twitches against Satoru's thighs, in between them as he prepares him. "I told you you'd like it. Your body needs this."
"Why don't you try staying soft while someone's feeling you up." Satoru's thighs squeeze together and he moans when Sukuna's fingers bump against his prostate. He doesn't like how thick Sukuna's cock feels between his thighs.
Sukuna makes a low noise as Satoru squeezes his cock by accident. He slowly pushes a second finger into him, aiming for his prostate and spreading them to loosen the ring of muscle. "That sounds like an excuse," Sukuna teases as he thrusts between his thighs, seeking any friction he can. His length brushes against Satoru's balls, sliding against his perineum.
Satoru's mouth hangs open as he makes a low whine. He's feeling good from his hole, and even the movement of Sukuna's cock between his legs is making him feel light-headed. "You're so lame," he mutters sullenly.
"Then why do you like me so much?" Sukuna mumbles into his skin as he adds a third finger.
"I don't know. Self sabotage?" Satoru doesn't deny it. He can't when Sukuna is three fingers deep in his ass.
Sukuna pumps and curls his fingers, timing the hand on Satoru's cock so he rocks between both smoothly. "Sounds about right." He jokes as he slowly leans off of Satoru's back. "Stay still," his hand tightens near Satoru's base as he slides up to the tip in a silent threat.
As much as Satoru wants to thrash about and push Sukuna off, he's in a bit of a delicate situation with Sukuna's hand on his dick. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be the good submissive fuck toy you want me to be." His tone of voice makes it clear he's not pleased about it. "Do you want me to fake some moans for you as well?"
"No, I'm just trying to make it a bit easier on you." Sukuna pulls his fingers out and angles his body to spit down onto his cock and Satoru's hole again. Luckily he's salivating from biting at Satoru's neck. He strokes himself and slides his tip over Satoru's hole. "Be good, and I'll go easy on you." He lines up and slowly starts pushing inside.
It's tight, and Sukuna grunts at the feeling as soon as his tip is enveloped.
"Fuck, fuck—" Satoru pants as he's split apart on Sukuna's cock. Sukuna is big compared to his fingers, and the spit isn't quite enough to ease the intrusion. Having Sukuna take him from behind feels so impersonal, especially for his first time taking someone's cock up his ass. "I've been good," he whines.
"I know," Sukuna coos, hand massaging Satoru's length to distract him. "Being such a good omega for me." His cock slides in a bit deeper before he pauses to force Satoru's hole to adjust.
"Fuck you," Satoru mutters halfheartedly, his ears hot with embarrassment. He really is starting to feel like an omega, helpless and overpowered by an alpha. He bites back an uncomfortable moan as Sukuna slides deeper inside him.
Sukuna hums in response and he starts a shallow rhythm. He only goes halfway in, and then moves back to his tip, slow and steady. He shifts each time he pushes in, trying to find his prostate again. When he finds it, he moans and plays with Satoru's tip indulgently. "Shit... you feel so good."
Satoru cries out when Sukuna's cock nails his prostate then bites into his forearm to deny Sukuna the pleasure of any more of his moans. He's finding it easier to relax, pleasure loosening his body. He can't form a coherent thought as he's fucked into Sukuna's couch.
The noise spurs Sukuna on, and once he has the right angle, he spits down once more, and helps lubricate the slide of his cock a bit more. Then he leans over Satoru's back and kisses at the back of his neck. He sinks in deeper and deeper until he's fully sheathed in Satoru's ass and he's moaning into his ear sweetly.
Sukuna's free hand slides up under Satoru's shirt and he holds his palm flat over his chest. "Sweet omega, you take my cock so well."
"Y-you're delusional," Satoru stutters in time with Sukuna's thrusts then moans breathily. His stomach turns from how deep Sukuna is fucking him, and the intense pleasure is making his head spin. "S'kuna, fuck!" His cock drools precum even as he protests.
Sukuna groans at the tight squeeze and he jerks Satoru fast and hard, addicted to the wetness at his tip. "So wet. I knew you'd like it. So good for me." Sukuna nuzzles their cheeks together. His lips caress the skin there, mouthing at his temple, and then down to his jaw.
Satoru's eyes roll back into his skull, unable to stop himself from whimpering with each harsh thrust and roll of Sukuna's hand. His knot is beginning to swell uselessly at the base of his cock. Sukuna is being too rough with him, but it feels so good.
"Sukuna, I— I feel..." His words get choked off in a lewd moan.
Sukuna hums as his thrusts get harder, his own knot swelling at his base rapidly. "You feel good? Tell me how good you feel. Do you want my knot?"
"I need your knot," Satoru slurs out without thinking. "Please, please—" He tries to wrap his fingers around his forming knot but he can't get a good grip on himself with how his body is being rocked.
Sukuna moans at the begging and indulges him. He wraps his fist around Satoru's thick knot as he slams in and out of him. His knot swells and teases at the rim on every thrust. He tightens his grip and jerks Satoru's knot just enough to stimulate him.
He's still just a bit too tight to get his knot inside. But Sukuna won't give up.
Satoru's thoughts blank out each time Sukuna's knot threatens to push inside. He's drooling onto his forearm, and he doesn't try to stop the whorish moans from escaping his lips anymore.
Satoru cums with a strangled cry of Sukuna's name, his knot pulsing as he spills on Sukuna's fist.
Sukuna groans as Satoru's body tightens and then relaxes in waves, and with a final harsh thrust, he slams his knot inside Satoru's hole.
The immediate tight heat has Sukuna cumming with a violent shudder. He grabs Satoru's jaw and forces him to arch and turn to kiss him. It's messy and uncoordinated, but Sukuna feels high from how well Satoru takes him.
Sukuna's piercing, the hoop nestled at the base of his shaft, under his knot, presses against Satoru's rim, and bumps against it with each shift of their bodies.
"Fuck—" Sukuna pants, starting a low purr.
The knot filling his ass has Satoru practically screaming, his body feeling pleasantly fuzzy. He collapses onto his front, boneless and sated as he shudders through weak waves of orgasm.
Sukuna follows after him, laying on him heavily and peppering him with lazy kisses. He leaves a few more marks on the back of his neck as he rumbles deep in his chest. "So good..." he praises and he breathes in his scent. It's slightly more sedated with Sukuna's knot lodged deep inside. Slightly sweeter.
Satoru squirms a bit as he tries to get comfortable. As he moves, he realizes that there's something metallic pressing against his overstretched rim.
"Holy shit, what's wrong with your knot?" Satoru demands, breaking whatever peace had settled over them.
"I have a piercing below it, don't freak out." Sukuna mumbles into his back.
Satoru pulls a face. "Sounds painful." He shudders at the thought of getting that done. It does however feel kind of nice against his hole.
Sukuna grunts, refusing to keep talking. He nuzzles between Satoru's shoulder blades instead.
Satoru sighs, eyes falling shut as he enjoys the stretch of Sukuna's knot. He's been fucked stupid and reeling with the realization that submitting to Sukuna felt good.
Sukuna basks in the silence, pleased that he's finally gotten Satoru to shut up.
He doesn't even regret it as his mind clears.
As his endorphins fade, Satoru's stomach twists uncomfortably. He doesn't like how much he enjoyed being basically assaulted, and he's not sure if he'll be able to look Sukuna in the eye in the future.
"How is your knot still up?" he complains, his hips shifting around. "Mine is already basically gone."
Sukuna grunts, and then sighs as he lifts his torso up slightly. "Can't you just wait? It usually takes around five minutes, but it might be longer with you." He's still filling Satoru enough that none of his cum is leaking out yet.
"Is it because you've always wanted to push me down and have your way with me? I'm flattered," Satoru jokes wryly, trying to distract himself from his small crisis.
"That's part of it," Sukuna admits. "The other part is that your ass is so fucking tight I can't move."
"Maybe if you had used some lube." Satoru glowers, knowing that he'll be sore the next day.
"You and I both know that if I got up for lube, you would have scampered like a bitch. Should I keep some in my pocket just in case you swing by again?" Sukuna shakes his head and leans his cheek on Satoru's back.
"No. I think you made a pretty good case for why I shouldn't try to break in again." Maybe Sukuna is right that the only way Satoru ever learns anything is from suffering the consequences. Sticking his knot up Satoru's ass has been an effective way for Sukuna to get his point across.
Sukuna chuckles and with a small moan, he shifts his hips. Still a bit longer for his knot. "You going to leave me alone about my sex life from now on?"
Satoru moans as well from how Sukuna's knot moves inside of him, tugging at his sore rim. "It's not like I can accuse you of being a virgin anymore..." he mutters.
"Good." Sukuna kisses the back of his neck nicely. Just a soft thing that feels out of place with what Sukuna just did to him. "I have steak in the fridge if you want to prove to me that you can cook. Or are you running as soon as you're free?" Sukuna smirks against Satoru's skin, testing him.
"I'm not cooking for you after what you have done," Satoru scowls. "You can make your own meals."
Sukuna laughs and pats Satoru's side approvingly. "Nice to know you can be serious."
"You didn't have to knot me to figure that out."
"You were the one begging for it," Sukuna sounds smug as he runs his hands up and down Satoru's sides slowly. One hand is a bit messy, so he wipes it on Satoru's shirt. "I'll give you a shirt to wear home, so don't complain."
"Jerk," Satoru mutters without too much heat. "Is this how you treat all your hook-ups? Fucking without lube, asking them to cook for you, and ruining their shirts after? Maybe it's a good thing you're such a prude normally."
"Oh, you're not a normal hook-up," Sukuna makes a soft sound as he feels himself deflate enough for cum to leak out of Satoru's hole. He shifts and finds he can slide out relatively easily. With a loud exhale, he pulls out and then looks down at the way his seed leaks out of Satoru's hole. He hums and massages one of Satoru's ass cheeks in hand.
"Anyway, let me go get you that shirt and a painkiller. I don't want to see you until our next practice, alright?" Sukuna gets off the couch and pulls his sweats up easily.
Satoru groans as he rolls onto his back. He winces as he dips a finger between his legs, playing with his loose hole and feeling Sukuna's cum trickle out. He throws his head back, feeling defeated.
Sukuna pauses to watch, getting distracted before he leaves the room. He wets his lips and then ducks out of the room to get one of his shirts, some pain killers, and a water. The shirt smells like him, and he doesn't realize what he's done until he's back in the living room. "You done fingering yourself on my couch yet?"
Satoru glares at Sukuna as he returns, grabbing the water and painkiller from his hand. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He downs the pill with a hard swallow. "Ugh, it's going to suck getting back to my place." And he's going to smell like Sukuna the whole time.
Sukuna just nods as an answer to both. He hands him the shirt and doesn't move from his spot. "Are we just never telling anyone about this?"
Satoru pulls his shirt off and puts on the one Sukuna hands him. He rumples his discarded shirt into a ball and throws it at Sukuna's face. "Do you want me to tell Yuuji about what you had done?"
"Do you want to tell him I won? I didn't even drug you. Or fight you," Sukuna shrugs. "He'd be pissed if I pronounced a fantasy name wrong, this won't be a big blow."
"I think I'd rather keep this under wraps." Satoru sulks when he doesn't get the reaction he wanted out of Sukuna. He'll just pretend it never happened. It should be easy enough.
"Alright," Sukuna stretches and looks at the back of Satoru's neck. "Wear a high collar for our next practice and you should be fine."
Satoru's hand flies to the back of his neck. The skin there is still a little wet and there are raised bumps from the indents of Sukuna's teeth. "Wait, let me bite you or something as well. It's not fair if I'm the only one leaving looking like I've been mauled by a wild animal."
"You want to bite me? Or do you want to leave a bruise?" Sukuna grins at him, but doesn't seem opposed.
"Both probably." Satoru waves his hand, beckoning Sukuna to come closer. "It won't hurt too much. At least not anymore than having your knot in my ass."
Sukuna hums, swayed by the pleasant buzz still under his skin, and the fact that Satoru's in his shirt. A strange possessiveness flares up in him and he steps in close. "I think it'll be nice, honestly." Sukuna lets his hands fall to Satoru's waist and he tilts his head, just barely baring his neck for the other alpha.
Satoru leans in close. Strangely, Sukuna's scent doesn't seem as abrasive as it does normally. Maybe he has acclimated to it. He bites Sukuna's neck without hesitation, latching onto a spot that would be difficult to hide and sucking hard. He wants to leave a nasty bruise behind.
Sukuna's hands grip tight, and he moans. He pulls Satoru close, pressing their bodies together as Satoru's teeth and mouth move on him. With a soft curse, one of his hands buries in Satoru's hair.
Satoru is breathing hard by the time he releases Sukuna's neck. He looks at the reddened patch of skin with satisfaction. "Well, I think I've had enough of you for a lifetime." He stands and dusts himself off, only a little wobbly on his feet. "Unfortunately I will have to see you again during practice, so you'll just have to miss me until then."
Sukuna's pupils are wide when Satoru steps back and he takes a few breaths to calm himself down. "I think I can survive." It'll be nice to not have Satoru bothering him anymore.
But it might be fun to do this again.