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Satoru was showering in the apartment he shared with Suguru when his phone started to buzz on the bathroom counter. He pulled the shower curtain open enough to see who could be calling him. ‘Dad’ lit up the screen like a hellfire trying to break loose.
“For fuck’s sake…” Satoru muttered as he turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He stared at the phone for a few more seconds before reluctantly picking it up.
“Uh.. hey dad..” Satoru spoke softly, already bracing himself for impact.
“Don’t fucking ‘hey dad’ me. When the fuck were you planning on telling me about this horrific grade you have in your maths class?!” His father barked through the phone, causing Satoru to flinch slightly.
“I-… it’s only a B-, I’m working on extra credit to bring it back up.” He rambled, voice quiet, breathing already becoming sharp.
“You fucking better be. I will not parade around town with a fucking disappointment of a son. If you dare embarrass me like that again don’t bother showing your face around here. You’ll be cut off, do you fucking understand me?!” His father seethed through the phone, goosebumps flooded Satoru’s skin as he tried his best not to panic. It would only piss his dad off more.
“Y-yes. Yes, dad. I understand.” Satoru breathed out, digging his nails into the palm of his freehand to offset the rising panic in his throat.
“And quit that fucking stuttering shit. You make me sick.” His father growled before abruptly ending the call.
Satoru sucked in a sharp breath, hands beginning to shake as his phone clattered to the floor. This happened almost every time he spoke to his father. He had to be absolutely perfect, no exceptions. He was just grateful he no longer lived with him, otherwise it would be punches thrown instead of words.
“F-fuck… fuck fuck fuck. I can’t do this anymore.” He heaved out, breathing rapidly now, tears pricking his eyes. His hands flew into his hair tugging on the white strands as he sank to the floor. Nothing was ever good enough. HE was never good enough.
“I-I can’t. I can’t do this.” He began to sob, frantically searching through the medicine cabinet for the old pain pills he kept from a previous sports injury. The interaction probably didn’t seem all that bad to the average person but Satoru had endured years of abuse and he was at his breaking point.
Satoru made quick work of opening the bottle once he found it. Just as he was about to pour the pills into his hand there was a knock at the bathroom door. “Toru, are you in there?” Suguru’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“I-I… j-just a minute.” Satoru yelped, scrambling to try and close the pills and put them away. He couldn’t let Suguru see him like this. So weak and fragile. But he was too worked up and ended up spilling them all over the floor right as Suguru opened the door.
Suguru’s eyes scanned the scene in front of him before locking with the white haired man’s. “Satoru… what’s going on?” He asked calmly, slowly making his way over to the very visibly upset and frantic man. He knew panicking would only make him worse, he had to remain calm.
“I-I swear..” Satoru hiccuped, sniffling softly. “I swear it’s not what it looks like… I-i was just… I-..” He whimpered, covering his face with his hands, he couldn’t come up with a logical excuse.
Suguru kneeled down in front of him, gently grasping both of his wrists, but Satoru snatched them away, backing up til his back hit the tub. “D-don’t touch me. I-I’m disgusting.” He cried softly, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
Suguru’s eyes softened at that. “Sweetheart… will you please look at me?” He spoke gently, pulling his hands back to his sides. He desperately wanted to grab Satoru, hold him, and tell him everything would be okay. But he was trying very hard to respect his space in this moment.
Satoru hesitantly lifted his eyes to meet the raven haired man’s, sniffling again. “H-how could you even st-stand to look at me?” He whimpered, hugging his knees to his chest.
“Oh baby… you have no idea how beautiful you are. Even when you’re crying like this… makes your pretty blue eyes look even more like a sparkling ocean.” He smiled gently, attempting to reassure him. It absolutely broke his heart seeing the man he loved in this state.
“What happened, baby? Let me help you.” Suguru hummed softly, sitting down across from the other man. He crossed his legs, ignoring the mess of pills on the floor. He would do whatever it took to fix the real mess going on inside of Satoru’s head right now.
Satoru shook his head slightly, he always had a hard time talking about his parents, even with Suguru. He trusted him more than anyone else, but this was just different. “It’s… it’s stupid. I-I’m being stupid.” He whispered, playing with a frayed string on the towel still wrapped around his waist.
“If it was enough to get you this upset then I promise it’s not stupid, Toru.” He assured, giving him another gentle smile, opening his arms. “Come here, baby. Talk to me.”
Satoru shifted a little, looking between his boyfriend and the pills on the floor. He let out a soft sound of exasperation before finally giving in and crawling into Suguru’s arms. He wrapped his arms and legs around him like a Koala, crying quietly into his chest.
Suguru instantly wrapped his arms around the other man, a wave of relief washing over him at having him in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” He soothed, rubbing his hand up and down his back, the other playing with his hair.
Satoru caved at the comfort Suguru brought him.“I-it was my fucking dad again. I-I don’t wanna keep l-living like this Sugu.” He sobbed into his chest now, digging his fingers into his shirt.
Suguru leaned back slightly, cupping both of Satoru’s cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, angel. We’re gonna figure this out. We don’t need his money or family business. As long as we have each other we’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you.” He pecked his lips over and over again, then all over his face, drawing out a small giggle from the other man. It was music to his ears.
Satoru sniffled, staring back at the purple eyed man, a small smile playing at his lips. “I just don’t wanna be a burden..I can’t even stand being in my own skin anymore..” He whispered, chewing on his bottom lip out of anxiety.
The raven haired man clucked his tongue, pulling the others lip from between his teeth. “One.. you could never be a burden, sweetheart. And two.. what did I say about chewing on those pretty lips of yours, huh?” He questioned, running his hands down his back again to rest them on his hips. He ignored the comment about his skin for a moment, but definitely wouldn’t be letting it go.
Satoru blushed slightly, fluttering his lashes. “I-… you told me not to.” He mumbled, turning his face away from him. “Sorry.” He huffed, focusing hard on not chewing on his lip again.
“Uh uh, look at me, Satoru.” Suguru spoke, voice turning stern as he grabbed his chin, forcing their eyes to reconnect. “We don’t hide from each other, remember?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow, gently stroking his jaw with the thumb he had hooked around it.
“Yes. I remember.” Satoru whispered, shifting in his lap slightly, cheeks turning a soft pink color under Suguru’s gaze. How was it possible that Satoru could be thinking about sex in a moment like this?
“And what’s this about not being able to stand being in your own skin, huh?” The older man asked, the hand still resting on Satoru’s hip, giving it a firm squeeze.
This dragged a whimper right out of the younger man, cheeks now a bright red. “My… my dad said I was disgusting. I don’t-…. I don’t know.” He huffed, hands falling to his own lap, pulling at his fingers.
Suguru hummed thoughtfully, taking in his boyfriends words. He had the perfect idea on how to change that mindset. “Mm, your father has no idea what he’s talking about, baby.” He crooned, leaning in to connect their lips in a gentle kiss.
Satoru grabbed at Suguru’s shirt, digging his fingers into it as he kissed him back. “Mm you’re too nice to me, Sugu.” He whined against his lips, shifting a little in his lap again.
“Oh, sweetheart, I can be a lot nicer than that.” He smirked, picking Satoru up and setting him on the bathroom counter. “Be a good boy for me, yeah? I’m gonna show you just how much I love the skin you’re in.” Suguru muttered, trailing soft kisses along the other’s jaw, making his way down his neck.
Satoru took in a shaky breath, whimpering softly, fingers still digging into his boyfriend’s shirt. “Y-yes. I’ll be a good boy for you.” He breathed out as the pain and anxiety he was feeling started to subside. It was as if the older man could read his mind the way he was flipping the script right now.
“Mm I know you will.” The raven haired man hummed against Satoru’s soft milky skin, nibbling red marks into it. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So easy to mark up. I love that ya know? Marking you up so everyone knows you’re mine.” He groaned slightly, biting a little harsher as he trailed down his chest.
“Yours.. only yours, Sugu.” The younger man moaned, tilting his head to watch his lover. His hand slipped into the other man’s hair, not really tugging but gripping it enough. “You’re pretty, too.” He whispered, biting his lip, careful not to chew on it.
“Thank you, angel. But this is about you. I need you to know how pretty YOU are.” Suguru muttered, flicking his eyes up to meet Satoru’s. He smirked as he wrapped his fingers around the towel. “Is this okay, love?” He questioned, tugging the towel slightly.
Satoru nodded, gripping the other man’s hair a little harder than before. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He couldn’t believe this man wanted him or loved him the way he did.
“Toru… what did I say about using your words?” He quirked an eyebrow, ready to let go of the towel. He couldn’t help but him with the other man, watching him grow more and more unsettled was his favorite pass time.
“Yes yes. Sorry, yes it’s okay.” Satoru breathed out quickly, cheeks flaring red again. Suguru made him flustered so easily. His mind just went blank when his boyfriend was around because he knew he would keep him safe.
“Mhm, good boy.” Suguru hummed, tugging the towel off of him, seeing Satoru was already hard and aching for him. “Someone’s needy, huh?” He chuckled, trailing kisses along his boyfriend’s groin down to his thighs, blatantly ignoring where Satoru needed him most. “So soft and pretty.”
“Fuck.. I- please Sugu.” Satoru whined, pulling at the other man’s hair. He bucked his hips slightly, shame flying out the window. He WAS very needy when it came to Suguru, especially like this.
“Mm, what do you want, baby?” Suguru murmured against his skin, trailing kisses and bites back up until he reconnected their lips in a chaste kiss. “I won’t know if you don’t tell me.” He smirked, knowing he was just working him up more.
“You. I want you. T-touch me… Fuck me… Something.” He huffed out, breathing heavily. The anticipation was killing him.
“Like I said. Needy.” Suguru laughed softly, rubbing his hands up Satoru’s thighs, giving the right one a light smack. “Turn around and lean over the counter for me.”
The white haired man blushed deeply as he slid off the counter. He turned around and leaned forward so his ass was facing his boyfriend, tilting his head down so he didn’t have to look into the mirror.
Suguru hummed appreciatively, leaning against Satoru. He gripped his chin, forcing his head up. “You’re gonna look at yourself while I touch you, fuck you, whatever I decide. You’re gonna see how pretty you look when I ruin you. You look away and I stop. Got it?” He asked sternly, keeping eye contact with him through the mirror. He wanted Satoru to see himself the way he saw him.
Satoru inhaled sharply before letting out a moan, grinding his ass back against Suguru’s tented pants. “G-got it.” He whined, staring back at him. He loved when his boyfriend got like this. Completely taking over his senses and control.
“Good boy.” He tapped his cheek lightly before he leaned back, gripping Satoru’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide. He stared in awe, watching his muscle flutter around nothing. “Such a perfect little hole, just begging to be used.” He grunted, giving his ass a nice hard smack.
Satoru yelped, arching his back slightly. “Fuck… Sugu pl-please I need you.” He whimpered, pushing his ass back as much as he could manage. He could already feel the hand print forming on his ass and he fucking loved it.
Suguru flicked his eyes back to the mirror, making eye contact with him again, a smirk playing at his lips. He held his gaze as he reached into the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. “Look at you. You’re such a little slut for me. It would be pathetic if I didn’t love it so much.” He knew it was a risk throwing that comment out there after having found Satoru in such a vulnerable state. But he always loved a mix of degradation and praise.
“Mm yes. Your slut. Only for you.” Satoru gasped, jumping slightly when he felt the cold lube against his hole. He stared back at Suguru through the mirror, lips parting on a moan when he felt a finger pushing inside of him.
“That’s right, angel. You belong to me. Your ass is mine. Those pretty little lips are mine. All those beautiful little noises you make are mine. And I don’t like when people talk badly about what’s mine.” Suguru growled, pumping his finger in and out of him, giving his ass another harsh smack with his free hand.
Satoru keened, dropping his head against the mirror, staring right at himself. “Oh… f-fuck.” He moaned, grinding his hips into the counter, trying to create some type of friction. He was desperate for whatever Suguru offered to him.
Suguru pushed a second finger inside, scissoring him open, loving the site of him coming undone. He worked him to a third finger, pumping them in and out until he felt he was ready enough. He slipped them out, smirking at the whining coming from his boyfriend. “Whine all you want, baby. You and I both know what you really want.” He laughed softly, quickly undoing his jeans, tugging them down with his boxers.
“Ngh… you’re so mean sometimes.” Satoru huffed, watching Suguru strip behind him. He inhaled sharply at the sight of his boyfriend’s large cock. They’d fucked hundreds of times, having been friends with benefits well before they officially got together. But he would never get used to the sight of him.
“Yeah yeah, you love it.” The raven haired man chuckled, squirting lube into his hand, pumping his cock a few times with it. He lined himself up, grabbing Satoru’s hip roughly as he pushed in all in one go until he was fully sheathed inside of him.
Satoru gasped loudly, moaning out, gripping the countertop so hard his knuckles turned white. “H-holy fuck. Oh fuck. God.” He rambled out, breathing heavily. Suguru just knew exactly how to handle him, he was ruined for anyone else.
Suguru took both of his hands, rubbing up and down his back, over his hips to his ass, giving both cheeks a nice squeeze. “You’re okay, angel. Breathe for me. You’re taking me so well.” He hummed soothingly.
Satoru nodded, wiggling his hips a little. “M-move. Please.” He begged, panting softly. He felt so full and he loved it.
Suguru groaned quietly, grabbing both of Satoru’s hips again. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in again. “Such a good slut. The way your ass swallows my cock. It’s fucking pornographic, baby.” He grunted, as he started to thrust into him.
“I- oh… f-fuck.. oh god.” Satoru cried out, head dropping forward, his arms shaking from trying to hold himself up. His mind was running a hundred miles a minute, but only one thing was occupying the space. Suguru.
Suguru used one hand, wrapping it around Satoru’s throat, yanking him back until his back was flush with his chest. “Fucking look at yourself. Look at how pretty you look all ruined and fucked out on my cock.” He growled in his boyfriend’s ear, pounding into him. The sight before him was breathtaking. The sound of skin slapping together, echoing through the bathroom. It was a glorious sound, mixed with all the heavy breaths and moans.
Tears welled up in Satoru’s eyes as he stared at himself in the mirror. He had hickeys trailing along his neck, chest, torso, and thighs. His skin was flushed red, covered in a sheen of sweat. His hips had bruising finger prints on them. His hair was a tousled mess. His tip was bright red, weeping pre-cum. He truly did look like something out of a porno. “I-I… ngh.. fuck. I-I need to-…” He sobbed, barely able to form words, the new angle was causing Suguru to hit his prostate with each thrust.
Suguru held him there, fucking into him ruthlessly. “Come on, love. Tell me what you want.” He groaned into Satoru’s ear, nibbling on his lobe.
“C-cum. Please. I-I need to cum.” He cried, arching his back. He was so overwhelmed by his boyfriend’s words and how rough he was being, but in the best possible way.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” The older man hummed, reaching around and grasping the younger man’s cock with his free hand. He pumped him quick and harsh to match the rhythm of his thrusts, already lubed up from all the pre-cum. “Cum for me, baby. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you finish.” He groaned in his ear.
Satoru yelled out, stars exploding behind his eyes as he came all over Suguru’s hand and the counter. “I-.. god. Oh fuck.” He sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks, knees going weak. He was only being held up by the grip his boyfriend had on him. Mind blank.
“So pretty.” Suguru grunted, letting go of his cock and grasping his hip again. He thrusted into him with a renewed energy, chasing his own release. “Don’t you see what you do to me, baby? You make me fucking crazy.”
Satoru whined at his words coupled with the overstimulation. He was floating on cloud nine. The disaster Suguru had walked in on, long forgotten.
The raven haired man pounded into his boyfriend a few more times, hips stuttering as he found his release. “Oh fuck.” He moaned, head dropping onto his boyfriend’s shoulder. There was nothing else like this.
The younger man shifted, whimpering at the feeling of being filled up. “S-so good.” He panted, body trembling slightly in Suguru’s arms.
Suguru breathed deeply, kissing along Satoru’s shoulder, up his neck until he reached his ear. “Tell me how pretty you look.” He whispered, sucking a mark just below his ear.
Satoru whined at the overwhelming feeling. “I-I look pretty.” He spoke softly, meeting Suguru’s gaze in the mirror. “I look so pretty like this.” He murmured, cheeks bright red. He really believed he did. He loved the way Suguru made him look, as if his body was a canvas for him to use and paint.
“Mm, yes you do, baby.” Suguru nodded, rubbing his sides before slowly pulling out of him. He kept his grip, scooping Satoru up into his arms. “The prettiest.” He smiled, kissing him on the nose.
Satoru rolled his eyes, smiling back at him. “Thank you for making me feel better.” He mumbled, biting his lip gently.
“Always, sweetheart.” Suguru hummed, setting him down in the bathtub. He turned the water on, checking the temperature. “I’m gonna clean up our mess while the tub fills. Just relax, okay?” He smiled reassuringly, pushing white hair out of his eyes. How did he get so damn lucky?
Satoru nodded slightly, taking in a deep breath. He watched as Suguru picked up all the pills off the floor, tossing them in the trash. Tracking him as he wiped the counter down and placed his phone on top of it.
Suguru made his way back over to the tub, stepping in behind Satoru. Once he was nestled behind the younger man, he wrapped his arms around him. “Next time… please call me, angel. You’re my world and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He spoke softly, resting his chin on the other man’s shoulder.
Satoru let out a deep breath, leaning into him, grasping one of his hands in his own. “I know, Sugu. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight. I can’t promise you anything but I will try my best.” He whispered, turning his head to face Suguru the best he could. “I want to go no contact with my family. And yes I know I don’t have to but you were right. All we need is each other. We can figure the rest out together.” He blurted, trying to bite back a smile.
“Oh, baby. Trying your best is all I can ask for. I’m so proud of you. We WILL figure this out together.” Suguru grinned, kissing all over Satoru’s face. “I love you so much.” He sighed contentedly, stroking his thumbed over his side gently.
Satoru let out a giggle at the overflow of affection. “I love you, too. You make my life so much better.” He gushed, beaming back at him.