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Unsurprisingly to himself, Satoru had managed to gain three million subscribers on Youtube, and nearly double that on Twitch where he shared most of his content. He streamed pretty much every day, because he made enough money to quit his boring day job and do something he actually liked, which was play video games and basically talk to himself.
A couple years ago, Suguru sat curled up against his side in his apartment before he had moved in and watched Satoru play video games with his eyes blinking sleepily. Every once in a while, when he died, he would take one hand off his controller just to stroke over Suguru's hair to pay him some attention, and kiss his head. Suguru liked mindless affection, little kisses and touches that let him know that Satoru still had him in mind when they were near each other. Satoru tried not to game much when he was around him, especially before they lived together, but when Suguru was on his way to a nap, Satoru would splurge a little.
"You should make money doing this, since you do it all the time, anyway," Suguru had said, and that gave Satoru the idea to just start streaming with no commentary with no intentions of it really going anywhere.
Then he gained a small audience and thought it might be a good idea to add commentary, and gained more followers. When Suguru gifted him a webcam for Christmas, and he began to show his face, his channel blew up. For a while, it was mostly women and gay guys that found him attractive, which was fine by him. Now, his audience was about sixty-five percent female, and thirty-five percent male. Maybe there were some non-binary people in there, too.
Suguru cheered him on and encouraged him through it, and it made Satoru want to do even better, so that he could have enough money for the both of them. So, he worked hard to stream consistently, and hired an editor for his streams that he translated to Youtube. His audience was pretty loyal and supportive, so he didn't find any of it particularly hard, but he still couldn't keep himself from reading hate comments about himself sometimes. It was his guilty pleasure.
Today, Suguru was off work, and Satoru suggested he skip his stream so they could just spend time together, but Suguru protested and told him to just stream for a couple hours. Now, he was deep into a story video game and an hour over his time limit. He hadn't even realized until Suguru knocked on his gaming room door and peeked his head in. He couldn't hear him through his headset, but he could see him in his own webcam, his long hair flowing over his shoulders as he did. Satoru paused his game quickly and slid his headset off to hang around his neck, turning his gaming chair to Suguru. Suguru was bringing him a snack, just a sandwich. He was in his lounge clothes, which were almost always baggy and comfortable like he liked, and he looked cute and a little round as he padded over to Satoru on the carpet.
"Baby, I didn't even realize how long i'd been in here," He said apologetically, and Suguru set his sandwich on a plate down on his desk, smiling down at him softly in his chair. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Satoru," He laughed gently, letting Satoru pull him in by his hands on his hips, standing between his legs as Satoru rested his chin on his stomach with a pout. "Are you having fun?"
"Not as much as I'd be having with you," Satoru said, forgetting all about his stream at this point. Suguru had obviously just taken a shower, the tips of his hair a little damp, smelling sweet like the soap he used. "I miss you."
"Well, you're the one all cooped up in here," Suguru crooned, cupping Satoru's chin in his hand and leaning down to kiss him once before he glanced over at Satoru's stream. "That thing's going really fast. Is that normal?"
Satoru looked over at his chat, which was flitting by at lightning speed — so fast that he couldn't even read a comment before another was coming in. He stopped it manually, and found only comments about Suguru; about how beautiful he is, saying he's pretty and sexy, telling him to leave Satoru and be with them. Satoru pulled his headset on, hearing the paid Text-to-Speech he had set up for his viewers being read out loud.
"Gojo can't handle all that." It said tauntingly, obviously as a joke, but Satoru felt himself seethe at the influx of compliments towards his boyfriend right in front of him.
"Aw, that's sweet," Suguru said, reading a comment, himself. He hadn't heard the Text-to-Speech in Satoru's headset. "Your viewers are so nice, Satoru."
Satoru read more comments, himself.
ihategojo: fuck gojo i want his bf
satorusgf: he is so pretty!!!!!!!!
user00928748: when are you gonna tell us his name??
burneracc: ur so cruel for keeping him from us satoru
xqz_847479: gojo has been hiding THAT face the entire time???
Satoru's viewers knew he had a long term boyfriend, but Satoru hadn't ever gotten around to telling them anything about him. On his social media, he hadn't ever posted Suguru's face — had only posted the occasional cut-off from the chin down, or their hands, or he put an emoji over his face. Suguru was his and his alone, and he had no problems keeping it that way. He didn't ever want to have to fight anyone over him, and Suguru hadn't ever given him a reason to have to, but Satoru couldn't help his jealous and possessive tendencies. He wanted him all to himself, all the time, and he surely wasn't eager to let a bunch of strangers perceive him.
"I see why you like to be on here, now. Your community seems super supportive," Suguru said innocently, standing back up straight.
"Ugh," Satoru groaned, his skin boiling. He knew he should watch what he says, but he couldn't help it. "Stop looking at my boyfriend, you freaks. You don't know his name for a reason!" He said, ending the stream then and there.
"That wasn't very nice of you," Suguru laughed, and Satoru took his headset off to turn his PC and all his equipment off to give all his attention to Suguru for the rest of the day.
"I don't care. They can all kiss my ass," He grumbled, standing up to scoop Suguru up in his arms, picking him up and leaving the room with him.
"You should care, considering that's your job." Suguru reminded him as he took him into their living room, plopping down on the couch with him across his lap like a baby because Suguru was his baby.
"I just want you all to myself." Satoru sighed, burying his face in Suguru's sweet smelling neck to kiss and suck.
Suguru pulled his arms tighter around him with a little appreciative moan, tipping his head back so that Satoru could kiss up further to his jaw to bite. "Well, they were gonna see me eventually. If you don't have any crazy fans, now, there's no telling if you'd have some in the future."
"If I lost all my followers because I can't stand for anyone else to see you, would you still be with me?" Satoru asked against the skin of his jaw, kissing his cheek lovingly as Suguru giggled softly in his arms.
"No, because then you'd be considered unemployed." Suguru answered, and Satoru gasped like he was offended, though he already knew what Suguru was going to answer.
"I would've loved and supported you if you'd went through with that con artist thing you were thinking up a couple years ago,"
"That was a joke!" Suguru said with a laugh, swatting Satoru's arm.
"Even if it wasn't," Satoru nuzzled his nose against Suguru's, and Suguru hummed softly, sliding his hand across Satoru's undercut and scratching at it lightly.
"Would you really want me to be with an unemployed man?" Suguru asked, and Satoru already knew the answer to that.
"Of course not, baby. I want you to be supported and secure," Satoru crooned, kissing Suguru soundly on his lips once.
"Exactly," Suguru said smugly, and Satoru leaned down again to bite playfully at his neck.
"What should we do with all this free time, hm?" Satoru asked against his skin, smelling his hair and reaching up to put a hand in it, and Suguru giggled with a little shrug. "Should I make us lunch?" Satoru pulled back to watch Suguru nod at his suggestion, "And then, I can have you for lunch."
"Satoru," Suguru sighed as Satoru slid a hand between his legs to calm over his soft cock, feeling it stir with interest beneath his touch. Suguru moaned breathlessly, and Satoru kissed him again, swallowing his little helpless noises and letting Suguru grind his hips against his hand absentmindedly. "Mmph- you can touch me once i've had lunch. I only made you a sandwich, you know. I sat in here for hours waiting for you to be done, and you never came out. So, I had to take matters into my own hands."
"Did my baby miss me?" Satoru crooned down at him, and Suguru nodded with a little grumble. "You need so much attention, huh, kitty?"
Satoru buried his face in Suguru's neck again, cooing lovingly against his skin at the knowledge that Suguru had came in his gaming room because he missed him and was waiting for him. Suguru knew how to warm him up like no one else — one mention of loving him back in the slightest, and Satoru was at his feet. He covered Suguru's face in sweet, smacking kisses, making noises as if he were cooing down at a baby. Suguru grumbled a little, but ultimately wrapped his arms tight around Satoru's neck and stayed entirely still to receive all his hard earned kisses, his eyes closing contently.
"I know, I know, my kitten needs so much attention. I have to give all of it to him," Satoru continued, and Suguru's face finally broke out into a little smile that he tried his hardest to hold back, but ultimately couldn't.
"I worked hard on that sandwich, too. It took me a whole minute to make," Suguru said, and Satoru chuckled softly.
"That's so long, baby. You worked so hard, just for me. I love you," Satoru cooed, kissing Suguru again, humming softly as he mushed their lips together with a little playful shake of his head.
"And you didn't even eat it. It's still sitting in there on your desk!" Suguru exclaimed, and truthfully, Satoru had forgotten all about the sandwich in the heat of the moment, wanting to get Suguru as far away from his stream setup as he could.
"I'm so sorry, honey. I promise to eat the whole thing as soon as I make lunch," He kissed Suguru's temple and cheek a few times before he picked him up to set him down on the couch, leaving him to start on lunch.
He could hear the TV playing from the living room as he did, knowing that Suguru was probably curled up in the corner of the couch, watching silently and preventing himself from going into the kitchen to be around Satoru. He probably knew that any distractions would prolong his lunch further, even if he couldn't stand to be apart from Satoru. In reality, Suguru was extremely clingy, as Satoru had come to find out in the years they've been together. Satoru thought originally that he would be the one mostly trailing after Suguru, grasping for his attention, and he was at the beginning. Then, Suguru grew progressively more comfortable with him, and Satoru began to see the clingy, codependent side of him. Suguru was completely content with giving up all separate activities so that they could do absolutely everything together, which worked for both of them.
Satoru did most of his streaming while Suguru was at work, and when Suguru came home, Satoru made it his job to shower his baby with affection to keep him content after a day's work. If Satoru didn't get attention from Suguru, he grew agitated, and if Suguru didn't get attention from Satoru, he grew restless and sad. They needed each other endlessly when it was available, and Satoru was glad Suguru interrupted his stream, because he didn't want to spend a second without him if he didn't have to.
Once Satoru was done making lunch, for the both of them with his sandwich to add on for himself, he brought it into the living room for them to eat. He found Suguru curled up in the couch as he suspected, holding his own hand like he couldn't bare for it to be empty, missing Satoru though he was just in the next room. He made them fast miso ramen, setting Suguru's in front of him on the coffee table. Suguru sat up and kissed his cheek once as a thanks before he sat on his feet and enjoyed his lunch, humming softly in appreciation at the taste. Satoru ate his sandwich first, and then had his own ramen.
Suguru finished before him, and sat back on the couch, satisfied. He leaned into Satoru's side, curled up beside him with his feet up, molding against him. Satoru attempted to pay him some attention with his hands while he also finished his own ramen, stroking a hand over his hair and listening to him purr appreciatively where his head rested on Satoru's shoulder.
"I'm so glad you learned to cook," Suguru commented softly, his eyes blinking slowly as he watched TV like he wanted to take a little nap. "My tummy is so happy."
Satoru turned his face to kiss Suguru on his forehead, happy that Suguru was content with his lunch. Satoru had learned to cook so that he could cook for Suguru, putting his skill for being slightly above average in everything he tried to use. He was content with just eating instant ramen, fast food and sandwiches for the rest of his life before he met Suguru. Suguru yawned softly, tucking himself further into Satoru's side.
"Are you tired, baby?" Satoru asked, and Suguru nodded against him. "Take a nap, sweetheart. I'll be right here."
Suguru hummed and relaxed further against his side, and Satoru held him while he sat up and grabbed his controller from the coffee table, setting back to play his console while Suguru slept. Satoru could have him for dinner later.
The next day, Satoru started his stream a little Suguru was due to be home, dreading what he would be met with in his chat. He hadn't went lurking on social media for the greater good, and he didn't even really want to stream today, but he had to do what he had to do. He greeted the viewers as they started to trickle in, sighing as he glanced at the chat, which was predictably half greetings and half asking where Suguru was. Satoru rolled his eyes, creating a poll for which game he should play.
While he waited for the poll results to come in, he went on Twitter and searched his own name, finding thousands and thousands of tweets about Suguru. People were posting screenshots of Suguru's face while he was reading the chat, of Satoru peering up at him and looking completely smitten and in love, and of Suguru's pretty face peeking from the door into his gaming room. There were videos that people had screen recorded, with captions of how beautiful Suguru was, joking about how they wanted to steal him from Satoru. Satoru felt his blood begin to boil, but he guessed this would happen eventually.
"You guys are so ridiculous," He said to his stream, pulling Twitter up on his computer and searching his name as he had before. His viewers were able to see all the tweets about Suguru, and he scrolled through them wordlessly. "It's too bad for all of you that my boyfriend will always be with me and none of you. I'm the only person good enough for him. So, ha ha."
He clicked out of Twitter and back to the stream with the poll, where most of his current viewers had voted for him to continue the story game he was playing yesterday. He glanced over at his chat to read a few comments.
user5526643: where is OUR boyfriend??
satorusgf: i'm exited to see how this game ends satoruuu!!!!!
gojohater7356: your bf likes us!!! salty for no reason smh
456734_user: no one cares ab u we want ur bf!!!!! where is he
Satoru huffed and pulled his game up, ignoring the chat. He didn't realize how the reveal of his boyfriend could bring out every annoying person ever, but this was his viewer base, so he guess he had to deal with it.
He played for about two hours, where he successfully ignored his chat and paid Text-to-Spech. Suguru should be getting home soon, which he was glad for because he was ready to see him and get off this stream. Eventually, Suguru peeked inside his gaming room again, changed out of his work clothes and into some comfortable clothes.
"Sweetheart," Satoru sighed in relief, pulling his headset off and beckoning him over. Suguru came over with a little smile, leaning down to give Satoru a sweet kiss hello. "How was work?"
"Fine, mostly. I missed you," Suguru said, and Satoru had missed his voice thought they'd only been apart for hours.
"I missed you, more, baby." Satoru beckoned him down for another short kiss.
"Are you almost done streaming?" Suguru asked, gesturing to his PC setup, which was still going, the chat flitting by quickly once again.
"Mmm… I was," He said, pulling Suguru into his lap to straddle it in the view of his webcam. "They're all so curious about you, though."
"Oh?"
"But I don't know if I'm willing to share anything."
Suguru chuckled softly, kissing his cheek lovingly, and Satoru muted his mic, so that he stream wouldn't be able to hear anything he said.
"Get on your knees for me, baby," He said, and Suguru hummed softly, biting his lip once before he slid off Satoru's lap and in between his legs, always so eager to get Satoru's cock in his mouth. Satoru slid a hand over his hair, watching as his hands came up to pull him out of his sweatpants, not even hard yet. "You're so beautiful. I'm so glad I get you all to myself."
Suguru sighed softly, sucking his soft cock into his mouth and holding him there contently, his eyes falling shut. You couldn't see what was going on from the view of his webcam, but Satoru was entirely sure that it was almost completely obvious what they were doing. His chat was going crazy, and he couldn't even bring himself to stop it to read any comments, enjoying the way Suguru sucked gently on him as he grew to his full length in his mouth. He tried not to let it show too greatly on his face as Suguru swallowed around him, his tip nestled in the back of his throat.
"Can I take a picture of you, honey?" Satoru asked, and Suguru nodded a little, humming in approval. He grabbed his phone from the desk and pulled up his camera, angling it so that you could see both Suguru and his PC setup in the photo. "Look at me, Suguru."
Suguru met eyes with the camera innocently, sitting with Satoru's cock all the way in his mouth, his nose nearly nestled in his white pubes. Satoru held up a peace sign with his free hand and took the picture, moaning softly before he waved to his stream with his biggest smile and ended it wordlessly. As soon as he sat back, Suguru began to suck hard and bob his head fast, deepthroating him skillfully. Satoru threw his head back with a loud moan, breathing heavily up at the ceiling as he fisted his hand in Suguru's hair.
"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna come if you keep doing that," Satoru breathed heavily, and Suguru hummed in approval, letting him know that he wanted him to.
Satoru knew that he was blessed by some high power when he was given Suguru, because everything about him was absolutely perfect; he was beautiful, kind and loving, faithful, and he took cock like a champ. The first time Suguru had sucked him off, Satoru came immediately, and the first time they had sex, despite Satoru's virginity being long gone he had lasted all of thirty seconds.
Suguru fondled his balls in his hand and Satoru came with a choked out moan, his back arching a little off the back of his gaming chair and his hand tugging at Suguru's hair. Suguru hummed contently, holding Satoru's entire cock in his mouth as Satoru came down his throat. Satoru thighs shook as he came down, feeling Suguru pull up a little to swallow around him, sucking on the head a little.
"Ahhh," Suguru sighed playfully, like he had just had a cold fizzy drink. He giggled a little afterwards, licking the corner of his mouth where some of Satoru's semen had gathered before he put Satoru back in his sweatpants, climbing up into his lap. "Too bad you don't have any lube in here."
"I could just go get some, but I think you just sucked the life out of me," Satoru said with a laugh, and Suguru hummed, kissing him.
"You can't be tired already. You still have to fuck me," Suguru mumbled into his mouth, and Satoru moved his hands to his ass to squeeze.
"I have at least 3 more in me, baby," Satoru said, and Suguru made an agreeing noise, standing from his lap.
"Stay here." He murmured, kissing Satoru once more before he left the room.
They hadn't ever had sex in Satoru's gaming room before, because his equipment was just too expensive, but he was feeling possessive sitting there in front of his monitor where his viewers talked about Suguru. He moved his keyboard to the side and pushed his monitor and PC as far back on his desk as he could before they hit the wall to make room, because he was definitely about to have Suguru over this desk.
When Suguru came back, with a bottle of lube, Satoru wasted no time with bending him over his desk. He swept his loose hair over his shoulder and pushed his shirt up his back to reveal his spine, leaning down to kiss and lick over the vertebrae to make him shiver and squirm. He slid his sweatpants and underwear down simultaneously, and they fell to pool at his ankles. Suguru trembled in the cool air of their apartment with his skin newly exposed, but Satory was sure to warm him up soon. Satoru squeezed some lube onto his fingers and spread some between Suguru's crack, over his hole, watching as Suguru buried his face in his arms.
He was probably growing a little impatient, so Satoru teased a finger against his hole before he pushed it all the way in. Suguru whimpered softly, muffled in the sleeves of his sweatshirt, arching his back and pushing against Satoru's fingers as he begged with his body. Satoru knew he didn't really care about one finger, even if Satoru's hands were bigger than average. Suguru wasn't satisfied until Satoru got his cock in him, because after their first time, he was absolutely spoiled rotten for everything else; after a couple years together, he would have nothing less.
Satoru didn't even want him to have to beg, he just wanted to give him what he wanted all the time. He pressed another finger in, and Suguru sighed a little then, closer that what he actually needed. Satoru fingered him slowly, much to his impatient dismay, moving his hair to the side and leaning down to kiss his neck. When he crooked his fingers down into his prostate, Suguru shouted, his hips bucking.
"Satoru…" He moaned, pushing his ass back onto his fingers. "Want more."
So demanding, his baby, but he had spoiled him to be this way. He would always give in, just as he was now, adding another finger alongside his others. Suguru moaned in appreciation, and Satoru kissed his jaw once before he leaned up to watch the way Suguru sucked his fingers in greedily.
"You're so pretty, baby," He said mindlessly, his free hand squeezing Suguru's ass cheek and pulling it to reveal him more. His cock was leaking between his legs where it hang untouched, and Satoru cooed a little at how every part of his body was desperate. He would definitely be making Suguru come untouched.
"Don't wanna wait, Satoru, please," Suguru whined, reaching back to touch over Satoru's cock through his sweatpants, his fingertips grazing it as he pouted softly, his eyes meeting Satoru's.
Really, Satoru knew that Suguru didn't mind if it was a little uncomfortable at first when he entered him — he actually enjoyed it. He liked to adjust to him and he didn't really care for too much careful prepping if he wanted any at all, the masochist he is.
Satoru chuckled softly and pulled his fingers out of him, watching the way his hole fluttered around nothing now that he was empty, and Satoru grabbed around the hem of Suguru's sweatshirt to tug it up and off of him as Suguru sat up a little and raised his arms to help. Satoru pulled himself out of his pants to smear his cock in lube and wipe his hands in Suguru's sweatshirt that Suguru was undoubtedly make him wash later.
"Come on," Suguru urged impatiently, and Satoru smacked him on the ass once, making him gasp and moan before Satoru held one cheek in his hand to spread him open. Pressing his tip against his hole, Satoru grabbed both his hips in his hands and pushed in steadily, biting him lip and listening to the way Suguru moaned loudly, his eyes probably rolling back. Suguru's hold sucked him in greedily all the way to the hilt, and when he bottomed out, Suguru sighed contently.
"Good, baby?" Satoru asked, and Suguru nodded mindlessly, squirming a little. He arched his back and laid his face against Satoru's desk as Satoru felt up and down his sides, each of his ribs and the dip of his waist, hipbones poking out against Satoru's hands as he gripped him tightly.
He pulled back to thrust in again, and Suguru mewled softly, gripping the edge of the desk in his hand and pushing his ass back to meet the slow rock of Satoru's hips. Suguru's little breathy sounds echoed a little off the wooden surface of Satoru's desk, right up into Satoru's ears. Satoru had always loved the way he sounded — the soft, lilting of his voice when he spoke and flirted, saying Satoru's name like no one ever had; and his moans high and whiny almost like a girl's. Their first time in bed, all it had taken was for Suguru to whine Satoru's name a little and beg for more, moaning sweetly when Satoru had pressed his hips flush again him as he bottomed out and Satoru had orgasmed prematurely. Satoru knew that Suguru used it to his advantage often, speaking to Satoru so sweetly and bewitching him, putting him under a spell so strong that he was unable to deny him anything at all.
Now, Suguru acts like second nature, lifting his head and arching his back further, reaching back to grab at Satoru's hip, pleading. "Please, Satoru, faster. I want it faster."
Of course, Satoru would always, always give him what he wanted.
Speeding up, he watched as Suguru's eyes fluttered as they rolled back a little, satisfied with the speed as his teeth gnawed at his pink bottom lip. He had to be in the mood to want it slow, and he almost never was; he liked for Satoru to overwhelm him and make him take it, forcing his orgasm right out of him with his cock.
"Take me so well, baby," Satoru said, feeling so grateful and greedy that he got to have this all to himself all the time. "So good for me. You're all mine."
"Yes, Satoru. All yours," Suguru moaned mindlessly, bouncing himself back on Satoru's cock like he couldn't get enough.
Past the view of where they were physically connected, his cock disappearing and reappearing from Suguru's entrance, he spotted his phone laying a ways away on the desk and suddenly had the most terrible and wonderful idea of his life.
"Yeah, you're mine," He mumbled absentmindedly, his hips slowing a little, hearing the way Suguru whined in annoyance with the way he was slowing down.
"No, no, don't stop," Suguru whined, rocking back harder to try to make up for Satoru's loss of momentum, until Satoru gripped his hips hard and pulled him back, stopping him completely. "Satoru…"
"Hold on," Satoru calmed him, reaching forward to grab his phone and open his camera app. He didn't ask, because he knew that Suguru wouldn't say no, gathering all of Suguru's hair into his fist and winding it all around his wrist once, tugging Suguru's head taut and making his back arch as far as it could go.
When he began to fuck him again, as hard as he possibly could, Suguru's moans sounded nearly like screams. Satoru hit the record button on his phone, tugging a little harder on Suguru's hair and making him gasp in painful pleasure. Satoru's cock made little squelching sounds as he fucked him, his precome becoming a little frothy around his rim, Satoru's hips slapping loudly against his ass.
"Who do you belong to?" Satoru asked, breathing heavily.
"You, Satoru. Only you," Suguru replied breathlessly, and Satoru groaned harshly, hitting the end record button on his phone and tossing it back onto the desk. He couldn't keep that shit up anymore, he had to get both his hands on Suguru.
Satoru slapped his newly freed hand across Suguru's ass cheek, making him cry out before he reached around to take his throat in hand and letting his hair go to rest his hand on the desk to lean almost completely over him. With Suguru face looking up at the ceiling with the way his neck was arched by Satoru's hand, Satoru could capture his lips, licking into his pliant mouth and swallowing his moans.
"I'm so close, baby," Satoru moaned against Suguru's slack lips, and he knew that Suguru had to be well on his way to an orgasm, too. He was trembling against him, his thighs shaking and his knees threatening to buckle with each of Satoru's thrusts. "Gonna fill you up."
"Yeah," Suguru breathed, squeezing around Satoru like he was trying to milk his come right out of him, teasing and coaxing. "Give it to me, Satoru."
"Fuck," Satoru groaned deep in his throat, letting up a little on Suguru's throat so that his back wasn't arched as far, probably growing sore even though Suguru would never complain as long as Satoru had him stupid with his cock. He buried his face against Suguru's sweaty throat instead, pounding his hips against him relentlessly and chasing his orgasm.
He felt his balls draw up tight as he finally came, his hips stuttering as his body went rigid. Satoru moaned harshly against Suguru's skin, and Suguru moaned right back like he could somehow feel Satoru spilling hot inside his warm body. Satoru thrusted shallowly, probably rubbing the head of his cock right over Suguru's sensitive prostate because that was enough to make Suguru orgasm also, his body siezing and wracking with sobs. He cried Satoru's name over and over, one hand gripping the edge of the desk and the other digging his fingernails into the skin of Satoru's wrist where he was holding him, coming entirely untouched like Satoru had meant for him to. Suguru was really good about not touching his cock if Satoru hadn't first, and he always knew what it meant.
Satoru felt complete knowing that he was the only person that got to do this with Suguru, that he was the only one that got to have and feel every part of him, able to mark him deeply as only his. Coming down from his orgasm, he buried himself as far inside him as he could, pressing his hips flush against him and nuzzling his nose against the wet skin of his neck. Suguru's baby hairs were damp around his hair line, and they tickled his nose as Satoru inhaled his scent deeply, wanting to be even closer to him.
"Satoru," Suguru sighed breathlessly, and Satoru hummed in acknowledgment, grinding his hips against him a little. It was so wonderfully wet between them where they were connected, and he could feel it as he moved, evidence of how he'd spent deep inside him. "We should clean up before it gets too late."
That meant that Suguru was getting tired and Satoru should get a move on before he began his nightly routine and settled into bed. His nightly routine was a long affair, with the thorough showers he liked to take and the skincare he enjoyed doing. Tonight, he would most likely wash his hair, so it would be even longer.
They both cleaned Satoru's office, and put his PC setup back where it was before. They had never had sex in Satoru's gaming room before, and Satoru felt giddy and satisfied knowing that they finally had. He hadn't even thought about it before, because he wanted so desperately to keep Suguru far away from anything that had to do with his viewers, and all to himself. Now that they had, he felt a bit of relief, because he felt secure in knowing that Suguru would belong only to him regardless of who saw him.
They showered together, and Suguru slapped Satoru's hands away when he tried to grab for his soft cock, too overstimulated for anymore activities. So, Satoru just clung to him instead, inevitably making it more difficult for both of them to get clean. Eventually, Suguru compromised by rotating in Satoru's arms to get his front and letting Satoru cling to him from the back. Satoru just never wanted to let him go, but Suguru made him get his back and wash his hair. By now, Satoru knew exactly how Suguru liked his hair to be washed, because he'd had to do it many times with Suguru's sleepy nature. He was able to sleep almost anywhere, as he was nearly falling asleep in Satoru's arms during their shower.
Once they were out, while Suguru did his skincare, Satoru blowdried his hair for him, kissing his wet hairline as he dried his ends first. When his hair was all dry and fluffy, Satoru leaned down to smell the sweet oil he used in his hair, trying to be patient and wait for him to get done with carefully applying his moisturizer.
"You smell so good, kitty," Satoru mumbled, and Suguru glanced at him where they were standing in their bathroom mirror, dipping his fingers in his little tub of expensive moisturizer to dollop all over his face. He would be so soft in the morning.
"You're distracting me," Suguru said as Satoru wrapped his arms around his middle. "I wanna go to bed as much as you do."
"I can't help it," Satoru sighed against his hair, because he just wanted to merge with him and be one person.
Suguru just hummed, spreading the moisturizer around his face and rubbing it in, flicking the light switch before fanning his face. He began to shuffle into the bedroom, restricted by Satoru clinging to him, and when he made it to their bed, he sighed and climbed under the covers with Satoru following closely behind.
Suguru fitted himself against Satoru's side, and Satoru put and arm around him to hold him close. When he felt Suguru relax, he reached over where he'd put his phone to charge on his nightstand and pulled the video he'd taken up in his camera roll. He cropped it a little, so that you could see the top of Suguru's ass where it jiggled with the force of Satoru's thrusts before he pulled Twitter up.
Creating a new post, he selected the photo he'd taken of Suguru between his legs while he was streaming and the video, cropping the photo also, so that you could only see a sliver of Satoru's pubes where Suguru's nose rested at the bottom. He clicked on the video to watch it, because he couldn't help himself, watching the way he fucked Suguru brutally and hearing the desperate way Suguru had cried his name, his own breaths heavy behind the camera.
"Are you posting that?" Suguru mumbled against his chest, and Satoru hummed a response. "Do I look sexy?"
"You always look sexy," Satoru said before he turned his phone screen towards him and showed him the photo first, hearing Suguru's noise of approval at the way he looked. When he showed him the video, Suguru laughed softly, meeting his eyes.
"That's basically porn… we should be making money off of that." Suguru declared, and Satoru leaned down to kiss his forehead.
"Oh, it’ll make us some money, baby," Satoru said, and Suguru hummed gently before he settled again to sleep.
His name is Suguru btw, he captioned it, hitting post and setting his phone back on the nightstand.
If he ruined his career forever, it would be worth it, because the only important thing in his life was in bed with him, in his arms and breathing softly against his skin as he slept peacefully. Satoru squeezed his arms tighter around him and fell asleep, himself.
In the morning, he woke up to almost two hundred thousand likes on his tweet and nearly fifty thousand more followers on Twitter. When he showed Suguru all the reactions to his post, Suguru giggled softly.
"Maybe we should do porn. I'd quit my day job." He said, and Satoru kissed him, feeling him laugh into his mouth.