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Suguru’s heart is pounding in his ears, his breathing labored. He stares at the man on the bed, at the sinful arch of his back; fluffy white hair splayed across unfamiliar sheets. His chest is pressed against the surface of the bed, his arms outstretched over his head, half hiding his face. Sharp blue eyes, blown almost completely black with arousal, look back at him, watching and waiting patiently.
Suguru’s hands are trembling, a million little tingles traveling up the length of his arms.
His vision tunnels as he reaches to cup the mound of pale flesh, marveling at how perfectly it fits into his palm. He grips it tight and squeezes, barely registering the quiet moan through the pounding in his ears. The already fair skin turns white from where it spills out between his fingers, and he silently admires the contrast of his tanned hand against the backdrop of smooth white.
He releases his painful grip and watches as white dissipates, leaving a pretty, pretty pink handprint in its place.
Before Suguru realizes, his palm is already coming down to strike sharply at the cheek once, then twice. He relishes in the pained gasp it elicits and the arch of his teacher- no, his former teacher’s back dipping even further, the dimples on his lower back deepening. He leans in to give the reddened skin a soothing open-mouthed kiss, moaning against the warmth.
He bares his teeth and bites down, scraping roughly against smooth skin and flicks out his tongue to lick it better before placing another sucking bite.
A helpless groan escapes from his throat, muffled against the abused cheek. His hands come up to palm at both the cheeks, massaging in a circular motion and spreading them as his greedy tongue laves closer and closer to the hole he had been dreaming about for a year; the hole he had been promised as a reward for his patience.
The moment he met the man who was set to become his new homeroom teacher, he knew he was lost. His new teacher had stared at him with a polite smile on his lips while Suguru came to the sudden realization that his new favorite color was a shade of blue he knew he would never be able to describe to anyone else for as long as he lived.
Suguru’s tongue glides over the wrinkled skin, the breathless gasps from the bed turning into whimpers. He places a teasing, wet kiss over the ring of muscles before parting with a barely there lick, his arms forcing muscular legs to spread further. He lets out a pleased hum at the sight of the back arching even more to accommodate the angle; the blushed tip of his teacher's perfect cock weeping messily into the sheets.
He positions himself and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue to let his saliva drip down into the crease right between the abused cheeks, watching as it slowly makes its way over a neglected hole – down to already tightened balls.
Before it can drip onto the bed, he darts down and with the flat of his tongue, roughly licks it up. His tongue pushes its way between his balls, sucking one into his mouth for a brief second, massaging it and making sure to taste every curve before releasing it with a pop, following the trail of saliva up the perineum.
The whimpers turn to loud pathetic moans as he drags his tongue brusquely over the hole, his name being chanted like a song from wet, pink lips.
“Does that feel good, Gojo-sensei?”
He places another harsh lick, not waiting for a reply, his hands spreading his cheeks as far as they can go. His tongue circles the rim and flicks upward as his thumbs dig into flesh, resting on either side of his hole and spreading.
“Sensei?” He spits into it and watches it clench around nothing before lapping it up again, his tongue wriggling into him.
A sharp cry sounds out, muffled by the bed. Slender hips move back, begging for more, as his arm comes down to curl a hand around his neglected cock.
Suguru clicks his tongue in disapproval and in a blink, the offending hand is pinned to the small of his back and white strands are clutched in Suguru’s other fist. He brings his teacher’s body up, chest to back, with his ass pressed flush against Suguru’s boxer-clad crotch.
“Satoru,” he chastises as his grip tightens around pale locks, and the older man lets out a gasp of pain. A plush ass grinds against his hard cock and Suguru groans into the shell of his ear. He releases the hair in favor of wrapping his hand around a slim throat with a growl. “I asked if it felt good.” He squeezes until he can hear Satoru's breath quicken.
“Yes, fuck – yes, it feels good!” Satoru lets out a throaty moan and grinds his ass harder against the body behind him.
Suguru tsks his tongue disapprovingly. "Cursing, Satoru? How vulgar." He releases his teacher's wrist, and his arm wraps around his waist, taking Satoru's twitching, leaking cock into his hand, thumb swiping at the messy slit. "Try again."
Suguru watches Satoru push back against him, his ass rubbing harshly against his painfully aching dick. His hand squeezes around the head of Satoru's cock, forcing out more pre-cum. "If you don't tell me, I'll have no choice but to stop."
Satoru's hands immediately move, one wrapping around Suguru's hand on his dick, willing Suguru to stroke him, the other hand reaching behind Suguru's head, gripping his black hair as if trying to get him closer.
"Pleasegodplease don't stop itfeelsso good!" Satoru's voice breaks into a sob and Suguru chuckles into his ear.
“You need to tell me these things, you know?” Suguru says as he manhandles Satoru onto his stomach. “I’m a virgin. I don’t know what I’m doing, I need you to tell me – show me – what to do.”
He straddles Satoru's hips, his cock falling into the crevice between Satoru's ass and lowers himself until his full weight is on the man under him. He plants his elbows on both sides of Satoru's head, flat on the bed and his sweaty chest rubs against Satoru's back as he thrusts his hips gently. His teeth biting into his lips at the feeling of his sweat-slick nipples rubbing against Satoru's muscular back muscles.
Satoru whimpers and reaches a hand up to meet Suguru’s hand, lacing their fingers together, before bringing it back to wrap around his throat. Together as one, they squeeze, and Satoru keens. His ass jerks against Suguru’s cock and –
Suguru’s vision whites out as he cums. His hand tightens dangerously around the slender neck as he shudders through his orgasm, breathing heavily in Satoru’s ear.
Satoru is clawing at his hand, struggling to breathe, and Suguru releases his hold.
Satoru struggles to catch his breath, coughing and breathing heavily. He pushes against the bed to turn and look at Suguru. “Did- Did you just –?”
Suguru can hear the amusement in his voice, and he feels his cheeks burn.
He growls, his face flushing a deeper shade of red, and pushes Satoru until he's facing forward again, forcing him back on all fours. He pushes the older man's head down to meet the bed and pulls his hips up, not giving the man a chance to react before Suguru's arms are hooked around thick thighs and his tongue is speared into Satoru's waiting hole.
“Wha-? Oh fuck, Suguru-!” One of Satoru’s hands twists the sheets beneath him, the other hand reaches behind him to tangle itself in Suguru’s long silky hair, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
Suguru complies, pushing his face deeper between plump cheeks, realizing he wants to die with his face buried in his former teacher’s ass, fucking him open with his tongue. One of his hands finds its way to Satoru’s lower back, forcing him to stay down, bringing his other hand to swipe off his cum, gathering it onto his fingertips.
“You taste so good, sensei.” He places a filthy, wet sucking kiss on Satoru’s twitching rim. “I could eat you forever.” He flattens his tongue and swipes a rough lick across his hole, repeating the motion when Satoru presses harder against it.
"You've been dreaming about this, haven't you? Dreaming about fucking your student?" His tongue circles the rim again as his hand moves from Satoru’s back down to stroke his pretty cock. "What a disgusting teacher you are. Disgraceful."
Two of his cum drenched fingers slide right in, his tongue prying the older man's hole open.
Satoru wails, his hand pulling Suguru’s hair so hard he feels some strands break from his scalp. Suguru slurps at Satoru’s opening, feeling him clenching around him, silently begging for something more.
He spits messily into Satoru’s hole and curls his fingers, lowering his head to lick and suckle at one of his balls, grinning at the choked scream it elicits. "Now that I'm no longer a student, are you going to abandon me for one of your new bright-eyed students?" He sucks the other ball into his mouth, curling his tongue around it and fucks his fingers in and out, cutting out Satoru's cries of denial.
"No? You won't fuck another boy who wants you the way I have you now?" Satoru shakes his head quickly, his white hair flying at the speed, his neck red and oh-so-pretty. His hips stutter and twitch, thrusting his dick into Suguru's hand.
"Good." He cradles his balls with his tongue and twirls them in his mouth. "I'll kill them all if they try." His fingers make a filthy noise that resonates with the delicious screams flowing freely from a mouth Suguru vows to fuck before the night is over.
Satoru’s balls fall from Suguru’s mouth dripping with saliva. “Tell me, sensei,” he licks them dry. “How many fingers should I use?” He licks the shaft of Satoru’s dick, pressing his nose into his balls. “3 fingers? 4? You know how big I am, don't you? That's what all those videos were for." He squeezes Satoru's cock. "So, tell me how you want it.”
He sucks Satoru’s balls back into his mouth with a loud slurp, hollowing out his cheeks before letting them fall back out. “How many fingers do I need to fuck you with before I can stuff you full of me?”
Satoru’s voice sounds wrecked when he replies. “Get inside me now. No more fingers, no, nonono I want to feel it wh- when you push your- haah- dick in me."
Suguru grins and crooks his fingers, making him scream. He leans in and drags his teeth across the exposed perineum down to his balls, his hand jerking Satoru's dick wet with slick.
Satoru unravels.
His body shudders, his asshole clenches around Suguru’s fingers and his loud groan bounces off the walls.
As his lover’s orgasm is still wracking through his body, Suguru withdraws his fingers and quickly pushes off his soiled boxers. His hand pumps himself once, twice, smearing Satoru’s cum all over himself before lining up.
“S’gru- fuck!”
Suguru’s head breaches Satoru’s hole and he lets out a groan.
Nothing has ever felt anything like this. Nothing could ever compare – he’s ruined. Satoru’s rim clenches around him, sucking him in, the pressure around the head of his dick almost painful.
He pushes forward, inching his way in, the heat all-consuming. He feels the warmth traveling up his body, creeping towards his chest, seeping into his head. Satoru’s grip is squeezing out his brain, leaving nothing in his skull. He’s going crazy, everything feeling like too much, too tight – God it hurts so much, but not enough - nowhere near enough.
Suguru, overwhelmed and struggling to remember how to breathe, realizes too late that he must have been moving too slow for Satoru.
He wasn’t ready for Satoru to plant his knees in the mattress and push his hips back into Suguru, his dick sliding all the way home, fully sheathed.
Suguru lets out a high-pitched noise and suddenly he’s spilling; he’s spilling everything into Satoru’s scorching, heavenly heat, his legs trembling and nails digging into soft skin. His heart stops and his vision goes black from the force of his orgasm.
As he stops shaking and can finally start to breathe again, Satoru giggles, making him want nothing more than to die.
“That makes two, Sugu.” He teases, breathlessly. “I know you were a virgin, but you really do come fast, don’t you?”
Suguru grabs Satoru's face by his cheeks, the force of his grip forcing glossy pink lips to pucker. "Brat." He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits into Satoru's open mouth before his tongue forces its way between his lips, swiping at every inch of his mouth. His lips press firmly against Satoru's lips and force them open.
Suguru pulls away slightly and admires Satoru's dazed face, drool dripping from his chin. His hand reaches down to cup the older man's already thickening cock. "You like the taste of yourself that much, huh?" He whispers against Satoru's lips.
"You'll learn to love the taste of me."