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Suguru hated Friday nights.
On paper, that made no sense. He was young. He was single. He worked in a damn strip club, for fuck’s sake!
But Friday nights at his job meant one thing.
“Alright, everyone!” the announcer’s voice rung out. “You all know what you’re here for!” A series of hollering met him in response. “That’s right, that’s right! It’s time for Femboyyy Fridayyy!”
Suguru bit the inside of his cheek as some of the men came out at their cue.
Throughout the night, dancers in variously skimpy lingerie took the stage, each of them moving to keep the attention of the groups gathered around them.
Suguru wasn’t fazed by it anymore. After three years of working the bar here, he was basically able to entirely tune out the flashing lights and blaring music.
But just like every night-
“Fuck…” Suguru muttered under his breath.
Two in the morning.
The last dancer of the night.
The same one as always.
Satoru took the stage and Suguru’s mind went blank.
Pale skin covering muscular thighs.
Legs lengthened further by a silver pair of ridiculously high platform heels.
A baby blue lace thong that was barely covering anything and the world’s smallest bikini top to match it.
“Jesus christ, he’s wearing lipgloss,” Suguru blurted.
“What?” Shoko asked.
Suguru turned to face the other bartender.
“Nothing, sorry,” he sighed. She looked over his shoulder.
“Gawking at Gojo again?”
“No. I wasn’t- I wasn’t gawking at anyone.”
“Sure.”
He continued to watch Satoru out of the corner of his eye while making the neverending stream of vodka crans for the bachelorette party in attendance that night.
A couple of hours after Satoru’s dance finished, when the workers stopped meandering around the floor and the customers dwindled, Suguru and Shoko began shutting down the bar.
“Hey, pretty boy.”
Suguru turned from the spot he was wiping to find Satoru perched on one of the stools. He had on his typical street clothes- a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that covered the absolutely ridiculous body underneath.
“Hi, Satoru,” he grinned. “Can I get you something?”
“The usual, please.”
Suguru opened a drawer behind the counter of Tootsie Pops he had set aside for Satoru and handed one over.
“Thank you very much,” he said, tugging off the wrapper and popping it in his mouth.
Shoko made eye contact with Satoru once before immediately deciding that she’d done a good enough job cleaning and clocked out.
Almost the entire club was empty by now. Only a few dancers and the bouncer were left besides them.
Satoru pulled the candy from his mouth with a pop.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“Hm?”
“My dance. Did you like it?”
“Oh. Um, yeah. Yeah, you always do…” Suguru watched as Satoru’s tongue circled the lollipop before resting it back in his mouth “...well.”
Satoru smiled up at him, stick poking out between his teeth.
“You two leaving?” the bouncer asked.
They both looked over to find they were the only three in the room.
Satoru looked back at him. He tugged the lollipop from his lips and tossed the remnants in the nearest trash.
“Walk me to my car?” he asked.
Suguru walked a step behind Satoru as they went through the parking lot. Even in the oversized clothing, he couldn’t help but watch the way his hips moved.
Theirs were the last two cars in the lot, parked side by side.
Satoru stopped in between the two and leaned against the passenger’s side of Suguru’s. Suguru did the same, facing him, and Satoru propped his foot up on his own car. His knee was just barely touching Suguru’s side.
“So…” he began. He reached forward, sliding one finger into Suguru’s collar and pulling at it slightly. “You have any plans for the rest of the night?”
“It’s almost four AM.”
“So no?” He tugged harder, making Suguru lean in towards him a few inches.
“No…”
“Perfect…”
Satoru closed the last of the distance between them.
Their lips slotted together easily. Satoru wrapped one hand around the back of Suguru’s neck to keep him in place.
Suguru’s brain was short circuiting.
All he could feel was the stickiness of Satoru’s lipgloss.
All he could smell was the coconut from his shampoo.
All he could taste was the lingering grape from the lollipop.
Satoru’s other hand grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in closer. Suguru fell into him. He landed between Satoru’s legs, barely catching himself with an open palm on the hood of the car behind him.
The next few minutes were some of the least graceful of Suguru’s life.
Satoru snaked a leg around his waist and Suguru just barely shifted his weight in time so he wouldn’t fall right on top of him. They had the bright idea of trying to get into the back seat of Suguru’s car, which promptly led to them tumbling onto the seat in a mess of limbs.
But they weren’t able to pull themselves away from each other until Satoru whispered a quick, “Shit, please… just take me home.”
With Satoru’s apartment only five minutes away, he gave Suguru directions while the taller man drove as fast as safely possible.
Suguru’s leg twitched when Satoru’s hand rested on top of his thigh.
It slid over further, fingertips tracing over his hardened cock.
“Satoru-” he choked out, grabbing his wrist.
“Mm?” Satoru looked over at him with feigned innocence in his eyes, but the small smirk on his lips betrayed him.
Even with his wrist immobilized, he moved his hand to continue feeling Suguru’s length. He hummed happily when he wasn’t able to feel the entire thing without being able to move any further.
Suguru parked as close to Satoru’s apartment as possible.
“You live alone?” he asked while Satoru unlocked the door.
“No,” he said. “But my roommate isn’t home.”
The second the front door had closed behind them, he had Satoru pinned against the nearest wall. He barely had time to let out a surprised noise before Suguru’s lips were sealed over his own.
“Impatient,” Satoru halfheartedly scolded.
Suguru grunted against his neck.
His hands were pressed hard on either side of Satoru’s thin waist while he nipped and sucked at his throat.
Slowly, his touch started to move upward, bringing Satoru’s t-shirt with it.
He paused when his fingers caught on thin fabric underneath.
He pulled back just enough to look up at Satoru, already with that shit-eating grin on his face again.
“I think you’re gonna kill me,” Suguru breathed out.
“Only one way to find out,” Satoru smiled.
Suguru continued his path upward, hiking the baggy t-shirt up to Satoru’s shoulders and revealing the lacy blue bra he’d worn on stage. He managed to keep his brain working enough to pull Satoru’s shirt the rest of the way off of him while he continued to stare.
“Fuck…” he sighed, cupping either of Satoru’s pecs through the thin material.
“You like it?” Satoru asked, already knowing the answer. Suguru nodded a little, prying his eyes from the man’s chest to meet his gaze.
“Yeah,” he said quickly, pressing their lips together again. “Look so pretty. Fuck, y’always look so pretty.”
“Oh yeah?” Satoru grinned.
“No idea how long I’ve wanted this- wanted you…” His mouth worked slow, wet kisses along Satoru’s collarbones and over the straps of his bra as he spoke.
“I have some idea,” he laughed. “You haven’t been very- ngh- subtle.”
Suguru slid one thumb under the lace and circled it around the peak of his nipple.
“How could I be with you looking like this?” That got another laugh out of Satoru, who grabbed him by the hair to pull him in closer.
Suguru pulled his own shirt off and tossed it aside.
Satoru knew Suguru was an attractive person. With all the cropped t-shirts and compression tanks he wore to work, it wasn’t hard to imagine what his body looked like beneath his clothes.
But actually seeing it was completely different.
He found himself staring at the broad chest in front of him, mesmerized by every divot of muscle and raised scar. He knew Suguru had a few tattoos, but this was the first time he got to see them in their entirety.
He licked his lips at the thought of what else he was going to see tonight.
“Wanna take a picture?” Suguru chuckled. Satoru’s eyes flickered up to his.
“Shut up,” he scoffed. “You get to see me naked every day.”
“Where’s your room?”
“Upstairs.”
Suguru held under both of his thighs, pulling him up quickly. Satoru barely had time to grab onto his shoulders as he was hoisted into the air and carried off into the apartment. He could feel Suguru’s cock pressing hard against his ass the whole time.
Satoru’s bedroom was the only room upstairs.
He was tossed backwards, landing with a soft “mmph!” on his mattress.
Suguru stood between his spread legs, one finger hooked into the front of his jeans. He met Satoru’s eyes just once, making sure there was no hesitation, before he tugged his pants down his hips.
He nearly passed out when he found the matching blue thong still in place as well. It was doing damn near nothing to cover Satoru’s erection.
He finished pulling off his jeans and sank down to his knees in front of Satoru, who propped himself up on his elbows to watch him.
“Do you always wear these?” he asked, sliding either of his index fingers into the thin strings over Satoru’s hips. “Or did you know I’d be interested?”
“Guess you’ll have to take me home another day and find out,” he smirked.
Suguru released one side of the fabric, letting it snap back against Satoru’s skin.
He palmed at every inch of skin he could get to- his stomach, his hips, his legs- all while sucking purple marks into the insides of his thighs.
Every few moments, his nose or fingers would brush against Satoru’s aching cock enough to make it twitch in his panties but not enough to provide him any real relief.
Satoru’s fingers were matted into a tangled mess in Suguru’s hair.
He was panting and slurring a string of nonsense beneath his breath.
“S’guru, please,” he finally managed to get out coherently. Suguru lifted his head to find him pressed flat to the mattress, face flushed red and chest covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Tell me what you want,” he requested.
“I- Fuck, anything! Touch me, blow me, fuck me! I just- just need more!”
The facade of cockiness Suguru had grown so accustomed to was gone, leaving behind nothing but desperation. He loved it.
Taking pity on the man, Suguru reached up and pulled his panties to the side. Satoru whined again when his cock touched the cool air, but that was quickly replaced by a moan when Suguru wrapped one hand around him. He was so wet with precum that the slide was easy.
While he jerked him off, Suguru got himself out of his own pants, kicking them and his boxers to the side.
As soon as he wasn’t occupied, he leaned forward and took Satoru’s tip in his mouth.
The man above him practically keened. His legs came up, knees pressing into either side of Suguru’s head.
Suguru might not have been the most confident in picking up guys- hell, it took him almost a year of working with Satoru to get to this point- but he knew damn well that he knew what he was doing once he got into it.
His head moved down further, feeling Satoru slide down his throat.
He moved his free hand up to lie flat on Satoru’s stomach, pressing down just enough to keep him in place.
Satoru’s fingers tightened in his hair.
His cock twitched against the back of Suguru’s throat.
The hand still around Satoru’s cock moved between circling his base and massaging his balls.
He was muttering whispered filth with every breath.
“Just like that…” he huffed, cupping his hand around the back of Suguru’s head.
His hips wriggled helplessly against Suguru’s hand, trying to thrust up into his mouth.
Suguru swirled his tongue around Satoru’s head.
Whines were getting higher and higher.
“W-wait-” he whimpered. “I’m- I’m gonna-”
Suguru swallowed around him.
An instant later, his throat was flooded. He drank down everything Satoru would give him, licking at lapping at his softening cock while the man slumped back against the mattress.
“Fuck…” Satoru rasped.
Suguru sat up between his legs, feeling Satoru’s newly limp hands fall easily out of his hair. He leaned over the smaller man and pressed their lips together until he came back to his senses.
The moment his eyes focused on Suguru, he was pulling him down harder.
“God, your fuckin’ mouth,” he grunted against Suguru’s lips. “Should’ve done this months ago…”
“Mm…”
One of Suguru’s hands slid around his ass while they continued to grind against each other, his fingers teasing at the thong disappearing between his cheeks. Satoru lifted his hips up higher to give him better access.
“Turn over.”
Satoru listened immediately, flipping onto his stomach. Suguru grabbed him by the waist and pulled his lower half up onto his knees.
He hooked a finger into Satoru’s panties and pulled it aside to reveal his quivering hole.
Suguru held him by either side of his ass, spreading him wider.
He liked to think he was a patient person. He liked to think he had enough self control to work his partners up a bit.
But the second Satoru whined and leaned back towards him, he buried himself.
Satoru tasted sweeter than the candy he stashed all over the club.
Suguru found himself lost in the man beneath him. His fingertips dug deep into the flesh of Satoru’s thighs. He licked and lapped and sucked until Satoru was boneless in his hands, only held up by his grip.
The next time he was able to focus on what he was doing, his tongue was sunk entirely into Satoru along with two of his fingers.
Satoru’s whole body jerked under him when he brushed against his prostate. He angled for the firm bundle of nerves.
“Jesus fuck!” Satoru cried out.
His hands flailed around, trying desperately to grasp at the sheets.
Suguru sat up, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s ass cheek as he did.
“Lube?” he asked.
Satoru let out a few nonsensical noises as he tried to answer. Eventually Suguru had to slow his pace to let him gather his thoughts.
“Hey,” he said, sliding his hand up to Satoru’s shoulder. “Lube.”
“D-drawer,” he stammered, managing a loose gesture to the bedside table.
Suguru reached past him and grabbed the half-used bottle out of the first drawer. Once he squeezed some over Satoru’s ass, he was able to slide in a third finger.
Satoru was practically gnawing on the corner of his pillow. He rocked his hips back against Suguru’s hand over and over again, trying to chase down more of the pleasure he was getting. He continued babbling incoherent thoughts as he did.
“I’ma-” he gasped out. “Wa- A-anh! Gonn-”
Before he could formulate a full sentence, his cock spasmed and he came untouched over the mattress.
Suguru watched with wide eyes as Satoru struggled to keep himself upright.
Every little twitch of his fingers was making him so sensitive.
Slowly, he eased them out. Satoru whined at the loss as he flopped flat on the bed.
Suguru waited for a few minutes for Satoru to recover again. He laid beside him, mouthing at his neck and running his hand up and down his side until he turned his head to face him.
“Good?” he asked. He groaned a little in response, but still nodded.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, flipping over onto his back. “I thought you said I was trying to kill you.”
“Still are looking like this,” Suguru grinned, his hand skating under the band of his underwear. Satoru sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers brushed against his spent cock. He grabbed Suguru’s wrist, but didn’t move him away.
“Shit, give me a minute…” he muttered.
“Take all the time you need, gorgeous,” he said, going back to sucking dark marks over his collarbones.
It only took about a minute before Satoru turned on his side to face Suguru to meet his lips. He reached between them, stroking Suguru’s neglected cock while they made out. Suguru moaned, the touch feeling ten times stronger after ignoring himself all night.
Satoru’s movements got more intense as he regained his wits.
He brought his other hand to Suguru’s shoulder and pushed him flat on his back. He climbed up onto Suguru’s lap, knees on either side of his waist.
Suguru was starting to get restless. Satoru’s ass was grinding against his dick every time he shifted.
“Need to feel you…” Satoru whispered, reaching back to line them up.
Suguru nodded frantically.
Purple eyes nearly rolled completely back and fluttered shut as Satoru sank down. He moved in one slow motion until he was entirely buried.
He put one hand on the center of Suguru’s chest.
“Oh fuck…” he sighed.
Suguru traced his hands up both of his toned thighs, holding him by the hips. He didn’t try to move him, instead waiting until Satoru adjusted to the stretch and started to bounce himself slowly.
Satoru felt heavenly around him. Soft and warm and squeezing him perfectly.
His hips canted up to meet each of Satoru’s thrusts.
Satoru leaned forward, one arm propped up on the wall behind the bed, using the leverage to quicken his pace. At this angle, his cock was dragging against Suguru’s stomach every time he moved.
The lace of his panties was digging uncomfortably into the line between his groin and thigh, but everything else felt too good for him to pay it any mind.
One of the straps of his bra fell down his shoulder, unable to stay put with the speed they’d set.
Suguru cupped his hand over the top of his cock, giving him more friction to thrust into.
“Shit-” he grunted, falling forward further. “S’guru! M- You can’t- M’close!”
His tempo began to grow erratic as the pressure in his stomach built.
Suguru trapped his torso with one hand on his chest and the other on the small of his back. Without separating from each other, he surged forward, pinning Satoru on his back. Satoru landed with a gasp, grabbing at Suguru’s shoulders. He blinked up at him with wide eyes before a smile spread across his face.
Suguru grabbed behind both of his knees and pushed them up to his sides.
“Oh fu-u-u-!” Satoru cried out as Suguru’s hips began slamming into him. His words got cut off into staggered noises with each thrust.
Suguru was stroking him in perfect time.
Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes as his third orgasm got closer.
His nails dug into Suguru’s skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
“That’s it, baby,” Suguru whispered in his ear before nipping at it. “Cum for me.”
Satoru’s cock barely spurted anything as he came one more time.
Suguru squeezed him through it, milking him for all he had left until he was practically sobbing.
With words slurring and eyes barely open, he locked his ankles behind Suguru’s back to pull him in harder.
“Inside…” he mumbled. “Need you… Please…”
Their lips collided in a mess of teeth and spit as Suguru answered his pleas. Satoru clenched around him, gripping him like a vice while he came.
He managed only a few more pumps of his hips before falling flat. He buried his face in the crook of Satoru’s neck and tried to catch his breath.
Satoru’s long limbs wrapped further around him.
The room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing and the mattress squeaking every time they shifted.
Satoru combed his fingers through Suguru’s hair. He lifted his head slowly, resting his chin on Satoru’s chest to look up at him.
“We should do that again,” he said.
“Yeah,” Satoru chuckled. “Now c’mon, help me take these off.” He started to reach for the clasp of his bra until Suguru held him by the wrist.
“Not yet,” he grinned.