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It had been raining for the past few days. The weather had worsened to multiple thunderstorms throughout the day. The sky was dark from morning to evening with small flashes of lightning here and there. Despite the rough weather, it was calm to stay inside and watch through the windows as the rain fell to the earth.
That was the better option: stay inside, stay dry and warm. Stay…safe. Unfortunately, that option would only be chosen by people who didn't enjoy the joys life had to offer. Whereas most people would try to seek shelter from the dreary weather, Satoru thought it was a good idea to go play in the rain. He often thought of himself as better than everyone, physically more capable and able to withstand the pressures of the world.
He was simply built different.
It was no surprise that he and his best friend found themselves enjoying the dull weather, even jumping for joy once the thunderstorm began that first evening. Satoru had a habit of doing things without thinking of the consequences first, and he easily manipulated his best friend into joining him. Playing in the rain seemed like the most carefree thing for them to do; it reminded Satoru of the good old days when he didn't have responsibilities other than go to school and get good grades.
This twenty-nine year old man often reminisced about a simpler time where he could do whatever he wanted. He was also reminded of his youth when he could have fun and enjoy the weather.
Unfortunately, Satoru came down with a fever a few days later, and it kept getting higher as the hours progressed. The weather cleared by the time he was at his worst. He had already gone through multiple boxes of tissues but it wasn't enough to stop his runny nose.
He was sitting on his couch, his legs pulled up in a criss-cross position. He wore a thick sweatshirt and a gray pair of sweatpants to match. Two blankets were wrapped around his body but even then he shivered uncomfortably as he sniffled and breathed deeply through his congested nose. His cheeks were flushed red, his eyes were glassy and tired. His entire head was pounding from the annoying headache that never seemed to go away.
He looked miserable.
That didn't stop his boyfriend, Sukuna, from yelling at him for how he came down with a nasty cold. The truth had to come out at one point and Satoru didn't have the mental strength to gaslight Sukuna into thinking nothing was wrong.
The second Sukuna found out that Satoru was sick because he played outside in the cold rain, he almost immediately began yelling at Satoru. But, as the “loving” boyfriend, Sukuna tried to take care of Satoru during his time of need.
The only problem was that Satoru barely ever listened.
“You're a fucking idiot!” Sukuna chastised him for the third time today.
Satoru stared up at him with a blank expression on his face. He had the same blank expression ever since Sukuna began his ranting and lecturing about why Satoru shouldn't be out in the rain for four hours without protecting himself. The past few days have been nothing but complaints; all of it went in one ear and out the other. In Satoru's defense, he was sick. Then again, he probably wouldn't listen even if he wasn't.
“Now, look at you, like a fucking wet dog. And stop looking at me like you have no idea what the hell I'm saying!”
Satoru just blinked.
“When will you get it through your thick head that your actions have consequences? You don’t get to be upset when you’re the fucking reason why you’re sick in the first place.” Sukuna continued as he paced around the living room. His temper usually got the best of him, but he was especially aggravated because Satoru wasn't taking him seriously.
“...I'm sick.” Satoru sniffled again.
“Wanna know why?” Sukuna snapped at him.
“No…” Satoru mumbled and looked at the carpet. “You should be taking care of me, not yelling at me for something out of my control-”
Sukuna stopped pacing abruptly and glared at Satoru with wild eyes. He pointed to the coffee table and yelled, “I've been telling you to drink the ginger tea for hours and you won't! I told you to eat the soup but you won't! I said ‘put the towel on your forehead to cool you down, Satoru’, and you won't fucking do it!”
Satoru began to pour sadly as he looked further away to avoid Sukuna's angry aura. “Why can't you feed me?” He mumbled again but Sukuna heard him.
“I want to smack you.”
“You're so mean.” Satoru whined. “In my time of need, you should be sensitive and understanding of my pain-”
“You and Suguru were jumping in puddles as cars drove by to splash you with more water. Now Suguru is in the emergency room getting a breathing treatment and you're sitting here like you're not the reason why both of you are sick in the first place!”
Was it truly Satoru's fault? He would deny any responsibility he had in the matter. However, he did convince Suguru that the two of them could have the time of their lives in a thunderstorm like they used to do in highschool. Granted, both of them knew it was stupid, but they enjoyed it nonetheless. Were the consequences worth it? Well, Satoru didn't think Sukuna would be so ready to burst a blood vessel over getting sick.
Sukuna's anger masked how worried he was. He truly was on edge because Satoru was sick and was playing it off as if it was nothing. That pissed Sukuna off the most. He hated when Satoru pretended like nothing was wrong. And Satoru obviously looked like everything was wrong. His fever was getting high enough that even his body was beginning to wear down a bit. The fatigue was one thing, but he ached all over and could barely move. His head was throbbing as if it was going to explode. His reddened cheeks and droopy eyes were enough to show that he definitely needed some help.
Should they go to the emergency room because the fever couldn't be controlled?
Satoru believed he was built different.
A “small” fever wasn't going to be the reason he would let people poke and prod at him for tests and medication.
“We'll be okay. Suguru and I used to always go out in the rain.” Satoru brushed off his boyfriend's concern again.
Sukuna gritted his teeth in response.
The aloofness could be one thing, but Satoru's denial of the severity of the issue could really make someone's skin boil. Sukuna had to remind himself that his neighbors always complained about his yelling outbursts, which in his defense was extremely provoked by his boyfriend's idiocy. And Satoru was usually the smartest person in the room – that didn't exactly mean he was the most responsible.
Sukuna was on the verge of yelling again. His mouth opened, his words on the tip of his tongue, his vocal cords just about ready to contract again, when he suddenly decided that yelling was going to get them nowhere.
He could scream until his voice gave out. Satoru would still have that dumb expression on his face and try to play innocent because he was sick.
“Drink the tea.” Sukuna gave up and turned away to go back towards the kitchen.
“I don't like ginger-”
Sukuna snapped again, spinning back on his heels to face Satoru with an angry expression. He shouted, “Drink the fucking tea, Satoru!”
“Okay…” Satoru whined again as he curled up more on the couch, bringing his blanket further around his body and hiding his face with it.
Sukuna stomped away and left Satoru there pouting and glaring at the small mug on the coffee table. He really didn't like ginger, but he also didn't like when Sukuna yelled at him; he basically had to pick his poison at this point.
Satoru reached for the mug with both hands and held the cup between his palms. The warmth was the only appealing thing about the tea because the smell didn't exactly get Satoru excited. The fragrant citrus and ginger was refreshing enough to make him take a breath through his nose; it felt as though his sinuses were being cleared. For just a second he was able to breathe. His mouth scrunched into a frown, however. The tea wouldn't taste as good as it smelled, nothing would convince Satoru otherwise. He blew gently over the top of the mug and took one sip.
That was all he needed.
Immediately he reached over to set the mug down on the coffee table again. By the way he smacked his lips and grimaced, it was clear that he didn't like it. He preferred something much sweeter. Though the tea wasn't meant to taste good, it was supposed to help him feel better.
Satoru didn't care.
He grabbed his blanket and huddled his knees close to his chest. He kept himself mostly covered while he thought about what he could be drinking. Surprisingly he wasn't thinking that much about food.
His head was throbbing.
He just didn't feel that well.
Sukuna walked by the living room once more and Satoru perked up. His attention was elsewhere, as if he was looking for something, and Satoru was eagerly hoping he was that something.
“Can we watch a movie?” He asked in a soft, pleading tone, pretending to be innocent and sweet as if Sukuna wasn't yelling at him for his behavior five minutes ago.
Sukuna stopped moving around and turned to Satoru. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity. “‘We’?” He sounded skeptical.
“You and me.” Satoru smiled weakly. And when Sukuna didn't fall for the soft expression, he began to pout. “I'm sick…” Satoru sniffed.
“That's your fault, not mine.”
“You're soulless. I literally can't breathe but you won't sit and watch a movie with me?” Satoru began to complain and he didn't hold himself back. “You must think I'm made of concrete or something. What happens if I cough up a lung and you're not there to help me? You want me to die, don't you?” He kept going and Sukuna barely paid attention to Satoru's rambling.
The insults and whining about not being loved was annoying no matter what the context was. Sukuna could roll his eyes, sigh, and make irritated expressions all he wanted. Satoru wasn't going to stop.
Even while sick, Satoru could manage to give him a headache.
“Fine.” Sukuna had no choice but to give in.
That was the only way to shut Satoru up.
It was effective, too.
A happy smile spread to Satoru's face and he instantly stopped talking as he moved over on the couch so Sukuna could sit beside him. And, like a “loving” boyfriend, Sukuna found himself comfortable next to Satoru despite him being sick. Satoru was absolutely elated to feel Sukuna wrap his arms around him. It was almost like being engulfed in a safety net or being protected from the outside world. He wanted to be pampered and loved cause that was what any attention-seeking child – grown man – would want.
Satoru got comfortable, too.
As Sukuna picked a movie for them to watch, Satoru leaned his head onto Sukuna's shoulder and snuggled up close to him. He shared one blanket with Sukuna and made sure he was warm.
This was the kind of sick day Satoru wanted.
He actually remained quiet through the first thirty minutes of the movie. No sly comments, no complaints about the acting, no spoilers because he obviously saw the movie before. He wasn't feeling well, and that definitely contributed to his slower mood this afternoon. But he just liked that Sukuna stayed with him.
Satoru still had a high fever. Even while being covered by his blanket, he was shivering. His forehead pressed to the side of Sukuna's neck, and from just the light touch Sukuna could feel that the fever wasn't even close to coming down. Satoru's body was burning up. But at least now he was distracted enough that his body could actually rest. This was what Sukuna wanted – for Satoru to calm down.
Both of them had their attention partially focused on the TV. The movie was mildly entertaining after Satoru had seen it five times. The heat of his illness made it difficult to fully enjoy it. However, at least it was quiet. At least Satoru would take the mug of tea and drink from it now and again. The ginger wasn’t his favorite, but the citrus and honey was the only soothing part for his throat. Plus, it made Sukuna relax more now that he was drinking it.
The movie progressed to a low lit scene. A flutter of soft sounds could be heard; it was obvious that the sex scene started, and it was one of those movies that had a very graphic scene. Typical of the movies they both liked. The two of them watched with a straight face as if they weren’t interested.
The first one to crack was Satoru.
Clearly, his head was a bit fuzzy and cloudy. Yes, he felt sluggish. He also felt tired and sore all over. But the heat that swarmed his head was slowly wafting down to consume his entire body. Hearing the moans must’ve set him off. Though, watching the aggressive fucking – the headboard clashing against the wall as the two lovers screamed out for each other – really did put him in a mood.
His hand slid under the blanket to Sukuna’s lap and easily found its way into the front of his pants.
Sukuna looked down slowly at what he couldn’t see, but he could surely feel Satoru’s fingers trying to grab his dick. “You can’t be serious.”
“What? Me having a fever makes you soft?” Satoru nuzzled closer to Sukuna’s body and slipped his hand further into his pants. Once he could get his entire hand around Sukuna’s dick, he began stroking and palming, hoping to get him hard.
Hell, he wanted Sukuna to drop everything and fuck him right then. It made him frown when Sukuna didn’t instantly take the bait. “You were crying that your head felt like it was going to explode an hour ago.” Sukuna scoffed.
“Sex helps with migraines-”
“‘Sex’? Oh, your fever must be high.”
Satoru’s hand squeezed around Sukuna’s dick. “Shut up and get hard.”
Sukuna clicked his teeth but he didn't exactly move away from the unexpected stimulation. Satoru already knew that Sukuna wasn't one to turn down sex – although, Sukuna was very close considering that Satoru had no energy. Sukuna widened his legs and spread his arms on the back of the couch as Satoru continued to jerk him off. Just a few strokes and his cock began to grow more in the palm of Satoru's hand.
They were quiet for a little while. Satoru kept his forehead pressed to Sukuna's neck and his hand in his pants. His movements began to slow down as his fatigue set in. He had no problem talking Sukuna’s ear off but he didn't want to beg to be touched despite how hot his body was getting. His thighs were rubbing together as the heat continued to pool between his legs. He could feel how he was soaking his underwear. Did Sukuna want to feel him, too?
Satoru mumbled under his breath softly as he let his weight fall more on Sukuna's body.
“You can barely stay awake.” Sukuna chuckled quietly.
“Cause you're boring.” Satoru responded tiredly. “I want your dick inside me.” He was straightforward with what he wanted.
There was no patience for more foreplay.
“There's no way you want it that badly.” Sukuna had to feel for himself now. He lifted his arm from behind the couch and let his hand slip underneath the blanket.
Satoru was forthcoming.
He spread his legs wide enough for Sukuna to slide his hand inside his sweatpants and underwear. The sensation of Sukuna's fingers tracing on his skin wasn't a new thing for him to experience. But being sick almost heightened every touch. His fever consumed his entire body. So when Sukuna let one finger inch between the wet lips of his cunt, Satoru's eyes began to flutter and he tensed up.
“Wow,” Sukuna immediately guided a finger inside Satoru's pussy. “You're already this wet.”
Sharply Satoru breathed through his nose as he bit his lip. He had to swallow his moans but just as a second finger pushed inside him, he gasped from the sudden feeling of being spread open.
Sukuna had thick fingers.
Two was already enough to have Satoru begging.
It felt good to finally have some relief. The blood was rushing away from every part of his body and going straight to his cunt. Sukuna's fingers slowly slid deeper and deeper inside him, twisting and curling to get the soft, pliant muscle to spasm around his fingers. Satoru could no longer move his own hand on Sukuna's dick; he stopped and leaned his head back as he began to slowly rock his hips to the feeling.
“...fucking hot,” Sukuna mumbled.
“Yeah?” Satoru asked quietly. “Wanna fuck me?” A smile began to curve on his lips as his slender fingers stroked Sukuna's cock again.
Just feeling the throbbing in his palm got him even more wet.
They could both hear the sounds his cunt made as Sukuna thrust his fingers inside him.
Sukuna was horny, no doubt about that. But he didn't want Satoru to get too cocky about himself. “That fever is melting your brain.”
The same fever was making Sukuna fantasize about melting inside of Satoru's pussy.
His cock jerked again.
“You're so easy.” Satoru shoved the blanket off his body and shifted on the couch so he could take off his pants.
Sukuna didn't have time to wait on Satoru's sluggish movements. He pushed Satoru down on the couch and lifted his legs to pull off his sweatpants for him, revealing the underwear that was already soaked through. Sukuna only took one look at it before sliding his hands up Satoru's thighs, his fingers getting underneath the thin fabric of the underwear, and pulled it down to expose the pussy he loved so much. Once the underwear was tossed across the living room, Satoru let his long legs fall back on the couch again; Sukuna got between them easily as he shoved his own pants down.
They looked at each other like they couldn't stand being apart for another second.
Both of them were suddenly so desperate.
Just an easy thrust of Sukuna's cock inside Satoru's pussy made them both moan from how good it felt.
The fever was almost like an added bonus for sex.
Sukuna would swear he could just melt inside Satoru's cunt if he just stayed where he was. Perfectly wet and burning hot. It was the only place Sukuna wanted to be right now. And Satoru enjoyed the sensation of being filled just as much. His eyes continued to look up at Sukuna in desperation, he begged and pleaded for Sukuna to just fuck him so hard that he'd pass out.
It was like a fever dream. Satoru couldn't even think straight.
Two fingers entered his mouth, keeping his lips parted so those sultry sounds could be heard.
“Like how you taste, baby?” Sukuna instantly found a rhythm that had Satoru whimpering.
Satoru's threshold for pleasure was lowered because of his sickness. His thighs were already quivering with each thrust of Sukuna's cock inside him. His lips closed around the two fingers in his mouth and instinctively he began sucking and swirling his tongue to have a taste. His eyes fluttered, hiding behind long white lashes. He didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. Hell, he couldn't think. He couldn't see. He couldn't respond.
“Look at you, already spiraling. Fever make you that horny?” Sukuna's thrusts got rougher. “You want me that bad, baby?”
Satoru wanted him so bad.
He groaned as the rough thrusts continued. His core was burning, all the heat in his body was pooling between his thighs. His cunt made beautiful sounds in response to how Sukuna was treating him. Fucking him rough. Driving his cock deeper and deeper until all of him was filled up. Satoru was already seeing stars. Even behind closed eyelids, Satoru saw a flurry of bright lights that kept him entranced.
A calloused hand held his neck in one motion; thick fingers were lightly pressing into his porcelain skin, two of them rubbing at the crook of his jaw. Somehow, even with the subtle change in pressure, Satoru found it hard to breathe. It was exhilarating. His body was heating up even more. His eyes snapped open and he stared up at Sukuna's face while being fucked deep, his eyes clouded, his face flushed, expression so desperate that it was downright sinful.
His pussy fluttered around the massive cock that drove into repeatedly.
The fingers in his mouth moved away and now Satoru could freely moan and whine for more. Sukuna enjoyed the look on Satoru's face, how red he was and how his eyes were so clouded by lust. Satoru looked vulnerable – helpless, needy, but also so cute.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Sukuna could tell that Satoru was having the time of his life. He should be, especially since he was the one asking for sex. Now he was getting what he wanted, and he didn't hold himself back. Sukuna thought that was so hot. “I can feel you pulling me in.”
“Harder-” Satoru's voice was cut off by his raspy moans. “Fuck, please! Sukuna, harder!”
The pressure at his throat was building. As Satoru's eyes fluttered again, he experienced his first moment of pure bliss. And Sukuna fucked him through it without giving him a chance to recover. His toes were curling, his fingers clawed at Sukuna's arms, his breath hitched as Sukuna squeezed just a little bit tighter on his neck.
The thrusts slowed but remained just as deep as before. Sukuna wanted to make sure that Satoru could feel every inch of him. He wanted to hear how noisy Satoru's cunt could be. Out of all the times they fucked, this was the wettest. Both of them knew it.
Immediately, Satoru brought his hand down to touch himself. His fingers rubbed over his clit while Sukuna fucked him slow and deep. His pussy was fluttering and clenching tighter around the heat, eagerly wanting Sukuna's cock to stay where it was. He moaned deeply and was rewarded with another gentle squeeze to his throat. His fingers rubbed harder over his clit as the lightheaded feeling suddenly took over his body. He felt as if he was floating in the warm air, and it was the best feeling he had all day. His eyes closed and he hissed in air through his teeth. Another slow thrust inside him had him close to his climax already.
“You can hold out, can't you?” Sukuna could feel that Satoru was close. His own movements became sloppy because of it. “Don't cum yet.”
“F-fuck! No, I'm gonna-”
Just as he was whining, Sukuna picked up the pace with his thrusts. Satoru's voice was caught in his throat. His eyes rolled and he let his head sink back into the couch pillow. There wasn't much that he could control; even as he mashed his lips together and tried to keep his voice down, he was pushed to his limits that made him cry out. Sukuna's thrusts were unrelenting despite Satoru being sick. Those moans didn't change, his slender body didn't change, the sex appeal didn't change, Sukuna fucked Satoru just as if he wasn't sick. Hell, him being sick made it so much hotter.
“Sukuna!-” Satoru gasped as the pressure on his throat got just a bit tighter.
His body arched off the couch as he came. His thighs trembled, his toes curled, his eyes rolled back into his skull again. All while Sukuna continued to fuck him through it.
His orgasm was way more intense, way more powerful, maybe even life changing. The warmth flooded through his body, making him sweat and gasp harder for air. It was a wonderful sensation, though. Satoru thought he was reaching the heavens just from the way he came around Sukuna's cock.
There wasn't a chance for him to calm down.
His orgasm continued to linger.
The hold on his throat released. His hips shifted once Sukuna held him there, fingers digging into his skin and keeping him in place. His thighs still quivered but that didn't stop either of them from enjoying their pleasure. Satoru was close to a second climax and Sukuna was just about to reach his first.
Satoru's mind was spiraling. It felt like he couldn't hold on. His eyes fluttered while he only saw white. His fingers moved instinctively over his clit, as sensitive as ever after his first orgasm. Sukuna's thrusts became sloppy despite the roughness; any time Satoru felt this man between his legs, he knew he'd be in for a delicious round of sex. It was the best feeling he had in days.
The second orgasm was just as amazing as the first.
But Satoru truly fell in love once he felt Sukuna cum inside him. Thick and hot, just filling him up as Sukuna's cock pulsed excitedly from the release. He loved it when Sukuna came inside him. He loved it more as Sukuna kept fucking him. His sultry moan was drawn out, his body went limp on the couch after arching beautiful from his orgasm. The warmth of Sukuna's body kept him lucid even as his own body burned from the intense passion.
The fatigue hit him hard, too.
The thrusts slowed and Satoru was sprawled out on the couch, gasping deeply once it was all over.
If he could, he'd say it was the best sex he'd had in a while. He was just too tired to move his lips.
Sukuna pulled out slowly to look at the mess they both made – well, the mess that he made Satoru make.
The couch cushion was stained from the sweet nectar that spilled from Satoru’s cunt. Just being fucked so rough and fast was more than enough for Satoru to soak where he laid. The hand around his neck and the dirty talk was the added pressure he needed to cum over and over again. Of course the couch cushion was soaked, Satoru basically gushed all around Sukuna’s cock over and over again.
“Fuck…” Sukuna was actually surprised by the mess.
Then there was seeing his cum ooze out of Satoru’s abused pussy. It was always a sexy sight but this time around, it really did send Sukuna into heat. He almost wanted to stick his fingers inside Satoru just to plug up the mess, but watching it come out was paralyzing. His cock basically jerked to the sight of it.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Sukuna almost growled at the thought of a round two. “I just want to-” He was about to start but when he looked up at Satoru’s face, his expression fell flat.
Satoru had fallen asleep.
He was slumped over the couch, one arm and one leg over the edge, just brushing over the carpet rug on the floor. His flushed cheek was pressed into the gray couch pillow, strands of his white hair over his face. Light snoring came from his open mouth. Satoru was already having sweet dreams just a minute after orgasming multiple times.
That should be a compliment to the man that did that to him.
However, Sukuna just stared at him in disbelief and disappointment. His own dick was still hard but Satoru was basically fucked to sleep after the first round. Sukuna grumbled under his breath as he sat back on the couch; he wasn’t exactly excited to take care of his hard on by himself, but at least Satoru was quiet.
And pleasant.
Like the “loving” boyfriend he was, Sukuna picked Satoru up in his arms and brought him to the bedroom. Instead of just tossing the sleeping beauty onto bed, Sukuna gently placed Satoru on the bed and tucked him under the thick blanket.
Satoru remained sound asleep in bed.
After one day, Sukuna was sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him and a thermometer in his mouth.
It was no surprise he caught whatever Satoru had. It was even worse that Satoru was feeling better, too. With a resolved fever and more energy, he could tease Sukuna for having a weak immune system. Granted, Satoru was the reason why Sukuna was sick in the first place.
That was no surprise.
Still, Sukuna was in a sour mood because he was confined to his apartment.
He had thick clothes on and a mug of tea resting on the table. His fever was currently at its highest and it just made Sukuna feel worse.
“Aw, why so grumpy?” Satoru mocked in a silly voice as he came around from behind the couch to tease Sukuna. “Somebody's a little sick, huh?” He pinched Sukuna's cheek with love and affection.
Yet, his smile was more antagonistic than anything. The tables had turned between them, now Satoru could be the one to shower Sukuna with love and take care of him. He thought Sukuna looked adorable while curled up on the couch, too.
Sukuna smacked his hand away from his face.
“Come on now, let me take care of you.” Satoru thought he could tease and also be affectionate. “You went and got yourself sick-”
“You fucking did this!” Sukuna tried to yell but his voice broke as he snapped at Satoru.
“Nobody told you to fuck me while I was sick, Sukuna. You gotta realize your actions have consequences.”
Sukuna may have seen red, but Satoru just smiled lovingly as he wrapped another blanket around Sukuna's body.