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“Fuck!”

Suguru gasps as Satoru smirks seeing the hot pearly liquid cover his hand and splatter both his and Suguru’s stomach. Suguru can’t help but to fall back onto the beanbag behind him, legs gone completely limp around Satoru, who’s riding off his own high after cumming along with Suguru. Instead of collapsing by him, Satoru takes the opportunity to lap up anything on Suguru’s dick, an instinct within him needing to taste whatever is of Suguru. He licks Suguru’s dick like a popsicle, lazily mouthing along it, inhaling deeply when he reaches Suguru’s dark pubes, relishing in the way it all smells like his best friend.

Suguru makes little noises, starting to feel overstimulated from Satoru’s gentle licks on his dick, but nevertheless smiles, because Satoru can’t leave him alone for even one second.

The cicadas are roaring outside, the tell-tale sign of summer, but the fan slowly oscillating in Satoru’s room saves them by blowing on their wet bodies. They’re a lot sweatier than they were fifteen minutes ago.

Satoru’s mom said she had to go to pick up some fruit from Mrs. Nagi down the hill. In his mind, Satoru calculated that she would take five minutes to reach her destination, twenty minutes to gossip and convince Mrs. Nagi to give her a discount on the freshly harvested blueberries and melons, and ten minutes to come back because she said she would pick up some ice cream from the konbini. This meant that Satoru and Suguru had thirty five minutes to fool around- and be as loud as they wanted.

No time was wasted as soon as the door closed, Satoru running up to his room with Suguru right on his heels to peek out the window and make sure Satoru’s mom didn’t turn around before they got started. Once she was out of sight, they got to it. Suguru always likes to start with making out, and what is Satoru’s purpose other than to indulge him, shoving his tongue into his mouth and feeling the heat strike right through to his dick with each wet smack they made, urgency taking over any ounce of restraint.

It’s usually a tie with who reaches inside the other’s pants first, though their approaches are different from one another. When Suguru reaches down, he tries to go slow, tugging on the waistband of what Satoru’s wearing, smiling against the kisses as he feels Satoru buck his hips, his way of telling him to hurry up. When Satoru shoves Suguru’s pants and boxers down (after carefully unbuttoning and unzipping because one time he skipped all that and caught Suguru’s dick between the metal teeth and refused to let Satoru touch him for a week), he wastes no time to grab Suguru’s dick and using all precum at his disposal to spread it around. He particularly likes when he can feel Suguru’s mouth go slightly slack when he brushes over the head of his cock.

It’s become routine to kiss and jerk each other off, slowly falling onto the ground once their legs start to tremble. A lot of the time, Satoru takes lead and jerks both of them off, preferring to watch the way that Suguru’s face reacts to the way he does certain things. Knowing that Suguru likes something makes his own arousal skyrocket, and boy is Suguru expressive.

Satoru gained his experience by maneuvering Suguru’s dick like a joystick, left, right, switching it up. The feedback coming from Suguru, sometimes slurred or cut short, drives him to do better. It’s like when Suguru’s involved, he can’t help but to put him first, Satoru’s own needs subconsciously aligning with Suguru’s own. It was a natural progression of their relationship.

Suguru on the other hand has tried his best to do outside research. When he thinks about what he does with Satoru and how great Satoru makes him feel, he wants to do the same. So, without telling anyone, he’d get into his mom’s stash of women's magazines that would give tips on how to kiss, and make your man go crazy for you. Sometimes the magazines ventured into other explanations that Suguru can’t relate to because he doesn’t have a vagina. Although useless, he still read every word.

When Suguru was able to, he’d go off to the library to possibly find any books that would share philosophies on being a good lover, but their small library barely had anything to offer. The one book he did find had the most suggestive image on the front, he couldn’t bring himself to check it out. That’d be too embarrassing. So he’d skim it as much as he could within what he deemed to be a reasonable amount of time to waste at the library, and come back with random books he thinks Satoru might like.

Sometimes Suguru would walk by the adult section in their little bookstore, eyes quickly scanning the covers to see if he could find anything he might be able to infer from. They were positioned behind the cashier, so Suguru would avert his eyes as soon as he felt the store clerk shift in a way that might suggest he knew what Suguru was doing. One time he made eye contact, and the glare was hot on his back as he retreated to whatever aisle he could escape into first. It was a mortifying experience everytime so at some point Suguru swore off going in there for anything else unless his mom needed him to pick up a new issue of her favorite magazine (the magazines he’d sometimes thumb through on the way home).

In ascending to this point of their relationship, they’ve had the luxury of being provided a starting point that forced them to evolve together. Their mothers are such good neighbors that their pregnancies aligned well enough to conceive the best of clichés. Born only two months after Satoru, it only made sense for their mothers to always put them together. They were nursed together, diapers would be changed at the same time, Suguru quickly learned to waddle his first few steps after Satoru had fallen into his mother’s arms in a walk of faith from the couch. Satoru would tug Suguru with him everywhere he went, throwing fits if Suguru couldn’t tag along with him to places his parents took him. 

They were troublemakers together, one time throwing their poop at the neighbor's dog, but screaming to their parents when the dog started chowing down on the feces. They’d pretend to not know where the other was if it was time to go home, hoping for more time to play dinosaurs together. Stupid stuff little stupid kids would do.

Everything they did was tied to each other. They have old worn out polaroids and dusty VHS tapes to prove it. Their mom’s did everything they could to make these boys friends and it worked. They were the best of friends. Each other’s half to a whole. Soulmates even. Satoru thinks so.

In the third grade, Satoru was watching Suguru from across the table as they worked through the coloring books they had, and was overcome with the sudden urge to tell Suguru that he was going to marry him when he got older. Suguru had been stunned, looking up from his homework with wide eyes, his grip on the pencil loosening. 

“You’re gonna what?” Suguru had asked, confused by the sudden statement but feeling giddy at the thought of marrying Satoru. He’s seen what marriage means. If it’s anything like how his parents are, always joking and laughing with each other, then he wouldn’t mind that with Satoru. They basically already did that. 

Satoru nodded a fierce nod, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m gonna marry you. And I’m gonna make you the happiest wife ever.” Such a bold statement from such a young kid. He hardly knew what it meant to get married. But seeing the way his parents would kiss and cuddle, though. If it’s anything like that, he’s only ever thought about wanting that with Suguru. To Satoru, growing up meant growing up with Suguru no matter what. 

Satoru couldn’t keep himself away from Suguru for very long as they grew older. His hands were constantly searching for something of Suguru; his hands, his arms, his shoulders, his hair, his feet. It was impossible for him to practice self control when Suguru made it so easy. Suguru wouldn’t say anything about how much Satoru would seek him out; he was guilty of doing the same thing. With each passing year, it was like Satoru’s body was looking for more ways to have Suguru, that the proximity hands could provide weren’t enough to settle the gnawing feeling in his stomach. It craved more than just the warmth of Suguru’s skin, as if it would consume Satoru whole if he didn’t do something about it.

The first time Satoru kissed Suguru was when they were coming back from the final day of the festival their school had put on. It was dark as they walked over the bridge, through the lines of trees along the sidewalks, the air cool and calm in the relaxed atmosphere and with one quick glance around, Suguru slipped his hand into Satoru’s. They were both worn out, chosen as the MVPs of their class’ soccer team after they were able to pull them through with a leading score right at the last minute. Other classes had also asked to borrow them so they can win in their own tournaments, and since Satoru and Suguru don’t have loyalty for anyone but each other, they agreed to play. 

Obviously they work well together. They have an unspoken language they’re fluent in that is leagues more resonating than anything else they could be expressed in words. 

It also helped that Satoru and Suguru were athletic enough to keep up with anyone. Classmates who've had gym class with them have high praise about their teamwork. Satoru likes to show off his skills, gifted with being able to excel from large range to short range sports. The only person who can keep up with him is Suguru, who does a better job at hiding the fact that he’s showing off. So of course people looked for them at the school’s festival; they also couldn’t ask one and not the other. Everyone knew that that’s not how it works.

They swung their hands back and forth, laughing at each other when they started to get aggressive with their swinging. Satoru stopped by a vending machine for a soda, asked Suguru if he wanted anything while he pressed two buttons simultaneously. Suguru shook his head, instead observing the way Satoru looked under the glow of the vending machine, his glasses low on his nose, hair still a birdnest from getting into a tussle with the other team’s goalie. The can clink clanked its way to the bottom, loudly echoing against the silence of the night. It felt louder than the fireworks the school put on at the end of the festival just a while ago.

As they made their way back home, soda in one hand and the jacket of his school uniform in the other, Satoru complained about still being stuck in the same school building even though they’d be high schoolers. Why couldn’t they have enough people so another building can be made for the upperclassman? Suguru told him he should just move to Tokyo if he wanted that privilege.

“But there’s no you in Tokyo, don’t be stupid Suguru.”

Before they rounded the corner to their street, Satoru had stopped Suguru and stared at him.

Suguru was a little weirded out. “Do I have something on my face?”

Satoru chugged the last of his can and crushed it in his hand. “I wanna kiss you.”

Suguru couldn’t stop his blush, embarrassed Satoru would say it so casually. He’d much prefer if he’d just do it, like everything else he did to Suguru. There’s no chance of overthinking. But Satoru leaned in quicker than his mind could come up with other thoughts, and pressed his cola flavored lips to Suguru’s.

They’re young and inexperienced, so it was a simple press. But that simple press felt like a fireworks show of their own, lighting up a new part of their world. Suguru had felt so warm, squeezing Satoru’s hand and smiling until they reached the doorstep to Suguru’s house. 

From then on, with every chance, Suguru snuck kisses to Satoru's cheek, and Satoru would always try to capture his lips. They were each other’s favorite person and how else to show that favoritism than to express it the only way two people experiencing the blossoming emotions of love? It was a pure demonstration at first. 

The depths of puberty made a lot of things happen. Satoru shot up and always complained to Suguru about his achy legs and his hunger that never ceased. Now that he had surpassed Suguru in height, he’d use it to his advantage to emulate the way he imagines Tuxedo Mask towered over Sailor Moon. He’d use this height difference for good. 

Suguru had decided to grow out his hair like those visual-kei bands that were starting to make rounds on the music shows. Even convinced Satoru to help him pierce his ears with a sewing needle. His height might have stopped just before Satoru’s, but his ass was getting wider and fuller. Suguru was rounding out very nicely, according to Satoru.

Because after their first kiss, Satoru became very aware of the way Suguru was developing. This was just another thing puberty had done: find new ways to satiate the thirst of wanting more than a kiss. So, like any growing teenager, he spent his nights with his hand on his dick and his thoughts on Suguru. It became a ritual before he’d go to sleep. Suguru’s stolen sweater shoved into his face as he imagined it was Suguru who was getting him off. Satoru had come to realize very quickly that playing with his dick while imagining Suguru’s ass in those gym shorts that outline him beautifully, the way his thigh muscles contracted as they ran, was probably the only way heaven could be a place on earth. It didn't take much for him to get off, and each time he finished, he was thinking about what Suguru was doing. If Suguru also did this, and if he did, what did he look like, did he think about Satoru when he did? They were already approaching their second year of high school, surely Suguru thought of these things like Satoru. 

And Satoru would be correct. Suguru would go wild imagining the different scenarios of Satoru touching him the way he touched himself. Now he didn’t feel ashamed jerking off to Satoru, feeling weirdly guilty about doing it before when they hadn’t even shared their first kiss. And with the kiss, it was easier for Suguru to imagine the sensation of lips, adding onto the repertoire of what it feels like to touch Satoru’s arms, his waist, his shoulder blades, the warmth of all those body parts. 

They were secretly stealing clothes that would randomly reappear, used for one purpose and one purpose only. They had turned into such horny teenagers, but in their immaturity, never talked about the activity they would partake in late at night. 

Aside from getting handsy with themselves, they would also begin to explore the territory of making out. Starting off clumsily and with abrupt use of tongue that was very welcomed by Suguru, they would put aside the homework in lieu of sucking each other’s faces. They don’t talk about how one of them made a mess in their pants when they got too into it. When things get heated, their erections ready to burst, they’d pull away. Suguru would put his hand on Satoru’s chest and say something about slowing down, though in the back of his mind, he just wasn’t sure how else to escalate the situation without being shy about it. 

It had never crossed Satoru’s mind of what it would be like to go to the next base. His body knew, but his mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Until one day, Satoru had an epiphany after he had jacked off to the thought of Suguru's ass. And he almost screamed in the middle of the night because of how utterly stupid he was being with all of this. How could he have ignored the most obvious thing to do with all this raging desire for Suguru? When did he become such a prude that he hadn't asked Suguru to do any of this with him? If there was one thing Satoru was good at, it was involving Suguru in everything he did. So why was he imagining Suguru instead of having him here with him? They could be jerking off together! 

No, they could be jerking off each other. 

At the same time. 

As soon as Satoru slid the door open to Suguru’s room, he forgot that Suguru's parents were in the living room downstairs, forgot about the homework he had brought along, greeting Suguru with a loud proclamation, "We have to touch each other’s dick."

In real time, Satoru watched the heat rise up Suguru's neck and ears, filling up his face in a beautiful crimson color. If he were a cartoon, there'd be steam coming out of him. Suguru trudged over and yanked Satoru into his room, making him end up on the floor and his perpetually open schoolbag spill its insides, as Suguru rushed to close his door with a quiet swiftness unlike anything Satoru had ever seen and Suguru being all up in his face within seconds. 

"Don't say that out loud! My parents can hear you!" Suguru, through gritted teeth, tried his best to show Satoru that he was insane for saying what he did by widening his eyes as much as he could. He tried to calm down and hoped his parents wouldn’t come into his room. Satoru’s proposition was enticing, a new and exciting thing to do together. But it was also his private time to have his own fantasies about Satoru. He didn’t have to worry about what he looked like while he whined and cried for Satoru.  

"Well now they won't. So will you let me masturbate you?"

Suguru felt a new wave of embarrassment at the word choice. He almost felt lame in comparison to Satoru who unashamedly looked at him, his eyes begging to be allowed to touch. Suguru started to chew over the details. If it was Satoru touching him, it’d be more exciting. The size of Satoru’s hands are not lost on Suguru. All those years of sports have allowed them to roughen up and grow delectably. The way he captures the football with ease and palms the basketball almost entirely… And it’s Satoru. The one who has seen him in every color, been there for him through everything. Underneath the hesitancy, he does want it.

"It's a little embarrassing isn't it?" Suguru asks, sitting on his bed.

Satoru rolled his eyes. "I think about you all the time when I do it. Instead of imagining your face, I’ll actually get to have it in front of me." He looks up at Suguru from where he’s still sitting on the floor. “Don’t you feel the same way?”

Suguru felt something akin to pride blossoming in his chest. Hearing Satoru say it, confirm that his mind goes straight to Suguru during such moments, made him want him all the more. But he couldn’t shake the insecurities in his mind. Would Satoru even find him attractive with his face all scrunched up? And what about the noise he makes when he cums?

"I don't know… What if you don’t like the way I look when I’m doing it.”

Satoru gave him a doubtful look, leaned his head back and frowned. "I don't think so. Remember when the rental store got Grave of the Fireflies on VHS?”

“Yes.”

“And they played it on the back wall of the store outside with those projectors?”

“Yeah.”

“And how you sobbed at the end even though you knew what was going to happen?”

Suguru wondered why this is suddenly relevant. “I guess?”

Satoru did an affirmative nod, “I thought you looked really cute while you cried. Like, really hot.” 

Suguru pauses, bewildered at Satoru’s confession, “What does that have to do with,” he lowers his voice, “jerking each other off?”

“Plenty! Do you think you’re an ugly crier, Suguru?”

“Are you trying to tell me that I am?”

“No! But even if you are, I still think you’re leagues hotter than Namie Amuro!”

“So you do think I’m an ugly crier?”

Satoru groaned in frustration, “No! And that’s not the point! I don’t care what you look like, Suguru! Even if you're ugly, I’d still lo- Ow!”

Suguru shook his hand that he used to slap Satoru’s shoulder, he might have hit too hard- it’s fine Satoru deserved it, “So now you think I’m ugly?!”

“No! I just wanna jerk off together so I can see what you look like when you cum!”

Suguru lunged, landing on top of Satoru, his hands covering his mouth, “Shut up! Can you at least keep your voice down if we’re gonna be talking about this?”

A nervous flutter arises within Suguru at taking their relationship to the next level. The concept of being so intimate seemed so wild yet it made sense. What else could he ask for than someone who understands him and wants to do these things with him. The only person he’d want to do this with. The times weren’t the kindest to people like them, he’s aware. They have something this precious between them, Suguru realizes, the closest they’ll have to unconditional.

Satoru sat up and Suguru slid off him so he had Satoru between his legs. They shared eye contact, the kind where Suguru wanted to look away from the intensity of Satoru’s vivid blues, but the challenge of breaking first made him stay steady. Or maybe he can read Satoru’s mind through the clear irises and know they’re both thinking the same thing: No, I love you more .  

“So you really wanna see me cum?” Suguru says lowly, keeping the contact intact, the corner of his mouth itching to smile.

The grin that appears on Satoru’s face, mischievous, is him accepting the question like a challenge, “I do. I wanna know what you sound like too.”

Suguru snorted. “You’re such a perv.”

“Talking like you aren’t holding your sausage hostage thinking of me.”

“Why are you saying it like that?” Suguru laughed, unknowingly leaning closer to Satoru.

“Would you prefer I invite you to slap our salamis together?”

“Stop! Enough euphemisms about our dicks.”
“Woah Suguru, where’d you learn such a big word?”

“Shut up, you moron. We have one problem.”

“Your reluctance to refer to your dick as sausage is a big one, yes.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, affectionately. "No. When would we even be able to do this?"

Satoru laughs before leaning in to give Suguru an eskimo kiss, humming when Suguru bumps their foreheads together. Putting on his best alluring face, hooded eyes and cocky smirk, Satoru leaned back onto an elbow, "We can do it right now." Waved those finger guns and winked.

Suguru gave him a deadpanned look. And have the possibility of their parents walking in on them? He’d rather die.

“Ugh fine, when we’re alone, obviously. We just need to wait for the right time.” 

When the first opportunity arose, Suguru rushed over to Satoru's house as soon as his parents left for a date, thinking it’d be less suspicious to knock than to call the house phone, and told Satoru's parents he had a cool puzzle he wanted to show Satoru. It was the lamest excuse. And also so unnecessary because Satoru’s parents don’t really need a reason to let them hang out together; there was no need to cover his tracks. Of course, Satoru’s mom encourages him to bring it over so she can help out too, overbearing as she is, but Satoru quickly butt in and said it was a boys night Suguru’s parents let them have.

Satoru whacked Suguru's head on the walk over to Suguru's house.

"Really? A puzzle? You couldn't just say we were gonna get some ramen or something?"

"I panicked! I didn't think she'd ask."

Suguru whacked Satoru’s head in return, “And why did you mention my parents? They’ll get suspicious if it comes up in conversation!”

“I highly doubt they’ll ask! Let’s focus on the mission on hand.”

As they took their shoes off in the genkan, Suguru sneered at Satoru. "I don't even feel like doing anything now, you didn't have to whack my head."

Satoru sighed and dragged Suguru by the wrist to his own room. 

"When do your parents come back?"

"Late, they said something about going over to Tokyo."

Satoru looked back as he made it to the top of the stairs. "Oh they'll be a while then." His grin grows bigger on his face, "Oh that's perfect."

Then they're facing each other, sitting on Suguru's bed, legs crossed and staring at each other with pensive faces.

"Just take off your pants."

"No, you take them off first."

Satoru let out an exasperated sigh. "Suguru, just let me see your dick already!"

Suguru clicked his tongue. "Maybe if you hadn't whacked me, you'd have my dick in your mouth by now." He wasn't thinking when he said that, he truly meant it as a threat. 

Satoru immediately perked up, intrigued by the possibility of the outburst. "Wait, we can do that?"

Suguru groaned. "I don't know! Why would I want a dick in my mouth?"

Satoru doesn't miss a beat. "I don't think I'd mind having your dick in my mouth."

Suguru took a moment to think about it, an eyebrow arched in deep thought. He tried to imagine it but quickly dismissed it to focus on the situation at hand.

"Wait, when’s the last time you washed your dick?"

“I showered this morning, but I can go wash it for you if you want.” Satoru leaned back on his hands, blowing hair out of his eyes. “I kind of wanna know what you smell like.”

Suguru grew bashful at that statement, thinking about his own fantasies leading up to this moment. How he wants to easily express his own desires like Satoru. If there’s one thing Suguru can do, it’s keep up with Satoru.

“No, I actually want to know what you smell like too.”

Satoru’s eyes grew wide with an almost childlike excitement, pumped up that Suguru wanted to smell his dick . “Okay then let's do it.” Satoru started unbuttoning his shorts and paused with his hips in the air when he realized Suguru hadn't moved. “Suguru?”

Across from Satoru, Suguru was trying to think of a game plan. This felt so sudden- he’s not even that hard! 

“Can we kiss first?” he asked, like a boy asking for an extra serving of rice.

Satoru gasped, like he forgot some cookies in the oven. “We can kiss and slap our salamis together, that’s perfect!”

Suguru wasted no time throwing his shorts off and helped Satoru out of his when the fabric got caught around his ankle. As soon as Satoru got free, he pulled Suguru toward him, arms wrapped around his waist and started making out with Suguru. 

How good can you really be at something if you don’t get any criticism? In Suguru’s case, he’d never really told Satoru to tame the tongue, choosing to ignore the pooling of saliva for the way it sent heated darts down to his gut, the euphoric soldiers of feeling Satoru’s mouth interact with his, wet and warm and welcoming, sent in droves through his limbs. There’s only so much you can remember from watching those heated American films when you’ve got someone who throws all sense of direction to do it their way.

Satoru slurped up the saliva he felt pooling in Suguru’s mouth and worked his way to sucking on his tongue. Suguru responded with a moan, his hands running through Satoru’s hair desperately, spreading his knees to kneel around Satoru’s hips. Satoru grabbed onto Suguru’s hips, and started grinding their erections together, unable to hold back from groaning into Suguru’s mouth, Suguru plopping down between Satoru’s thighs as his legs began to tremble.

Suguru’s head fell onto Satoru’s shoulder, panting. “Wait, wait, we gotta take them off.” 

Satoru continued to grip Suguru’s hips, unable to break away at the angle he’d gotten their erections in, marveling at the silhouettes of their dicks so close together, the growing wet spots hypnotically moving in rhythm.

Suguru was only able to pause Satoru long enough to expose them. The moment they’re freed, they gasp and stare as they rub skin to skin, both heads messy and coated with enough precum to moisturize their bodies. Satoru in a daze wrapped his hand around the two lengths, squeezing them together, squeezing a noise out of both of them. He instinctively started moving his hand up and down with caution, testing the waters of how Suguru would like it, his ears perking up when Suguru made a noise he’s only ever heard when he stubbed his pinky with a basketball, except this time the context is different, and he made Suguru do that.

Satoru put his dick to the backseat, deciding to focus more on the dedicated on hand to Suguru’s, heart hammering with a newfound power, and the way Suguru wouldn’t stop reacting to his hand, slowly going from shy, muffled breaths behind a hand to supporting himself as he leaned back to allow little whines and cries and Satoru's name. Satoru danced around the slit, wishing his eyes could see two things at once to capture the way the precum flooded around his thumb and how Suguru’s eyes closed shut, eyebrows scrunched together and his mouth opened up with a croaked moan, his knees tightening around Satoru and his face had turned into a beautiful shade of red and how he managed to look so ethereal and cute and hot and so pliant under his hold and his black hair sways when he moves and the little hairs stick to his face and how all he can think about is Suguru and Suguru and Suguru and-

Satoru couldn't believe he had cum. He looked down to see the mess on his stomach and thighs, impressed with the load he just blew but disappointed that Suguru had prematurely stopped touching his dick at some point. He gets over it when he thinks about how much Suguru's been acting with his hand around his cock, so overwhelmed that he had to let go of Satoru from the sheer strength of Satoru's skills. And Satoru came from that. No one could do this to Suguru but him, and he's going to burn every microsecond of Suguru's facial expressions so he can make his own Suguru themed pachinko game. He'll adjust the strength to the lever to send the balls flying, until they land into the start chucker to activate the jackpot, the jackpot of Suguru’s erotic face with minute differences among each activation. If he gets lucky, he'll get more jackpot holes to fill to win the grand prize of seeing a new Suguru sound to add to his arsenal- 

“Can- can’t you make it so it doesn’t hurt too much?” Suguru scrunched an eye, coming out of the trance he was in, his eyes going wide at the mess Satoru made, “Did you already cum?”

Satoru stalled from his daydream and Suguru’s dick, focusing on the one word Suguru used, unfazed with finishing first. 

“Hurt? You looked like you were loving it! How does it hurt?”

Suguru scratched his chin, looking down shyly, “I am loving it, it's just…”

Satoru waited, bringing in his other hand to start playing with Suguru's pubes, combing through them, grazing the area down to his balls. He took the time to appreciate the beauty of Suguru's reddened dick, ready to burst yet it maintains a virginal beauty of sorts, delicate and shapely, curved slightly and smaller than Satoru's. He must protect this dick with his life. Nothing should ever ruin the innocence of Suguru's beautiful dick, only him. Because he knows how to win that jackpot.

“I really like it when it's really slippery,” Suguru finally confessed, looking away like this dick isn't out and in someone else's hand.

“Is it not slippery enough? Do you use a lot of lotion?”

Satoru's impatient most of the time, so he uses his body's natural lubricant of precum. It's less hassle, the grit adds to the experience. He doesn't mind a little rug burn.

“I do. It's just, when it's really slippery, I can grip it harder because I can glide easier instead of it just being squeezed in one spot and the pressure-”

“You want me to tighten my grip?”

Suguru shyly made eye contact, full face of flushed skin, and Satoru melting at the way Suguru wears his bashfulness so cutely.

“I do.”

Satoru scooped as much of his spilled cum and lathered up Suguru's dick, the cold making Suguru sharply inhale. Satoru started up again, one hand around Suguru and the other on him. 

“C'mon Satoru,” Suguru tries to say through gritted teeth, putting his hands around Satoru's, now both of they're hands stacked, working together, “I wanna cum with you.”

Satoru revived and willed his dick to grow harder but he's noticing that Suguru's starting to lose focus, his whimpers coming out more desperate.

“It needs to be more slippery,” Suguru could barely say the words, panting as his hips started to lift.

Satoru panicked; he's losing Suguru. At this rate they won't be cumming together, “W-What do I do? Spit on it? Suguru, get some spit going,” he frantically said, trying to bring Suguru back. 

Suguru, using all his effort to think straight, managed to catch what Satoru was saying, and gathered enough saliva in his mouth to use.

“Suguru, w-no!” Satoru could only watch as the saliva traveled down the back of his own hand, now that Suguru's chosen to hang onto Satoru's shoulder for leverage, his hair tickling Satoru’s nose. Satoru’s now on his own.

Satoru worked on his own mouthful of spit, giving up on trying to reel Suguru back in when he couldn't even finish apologizing. Satoru was about to drop his wad of spit when Suguru decided to erupt. And erupt he did. He made a high pitched, strangled moan (that was very cute and hot), Satoru briefly thinking about Suguru mentioning it, before it happened. It was Satoru's fault really. Didn't catch the tells, was too caught up rolling his tongue to get his spit glands going so he could get some saliva on Suguru's dick. He didn’t time it correctly. 

Just as Satoru looked down, Suguru's cum shot right up. It got in his eye, in his nose, couldn't even appreciate the taste before Suguru dragged Satoru down by the neck to lay on the bed with him.

Suguru is humming dreamily, mumbling things into Satoru's neck, completely unaware that Satoru’s eyes burned the more he tries to rub the cum out, but goddamn did his hands feel good

Computers are a luxury, and Satoru was the only one between the two who had one in the house. It was in the living room so there was no privacy to really explore the web the way teen boys would typically do. Not that Satoru or Suguru would want to do that, they don’t even know such things exist. After Satoru's dad brought home a copy of Star Cruiser from the recently opened game shop, that was all Satoru and Suguru did on the computer. They'd compete against each other for high scores, and the loser had to restart whatever game the winner chose among the consoles they owned. 

One time Satoru had to restart his very treasured save file on Digimon World and refused to kiss Suguru as payback. It was a rough four hours for Satoru. 

Another time Suguru had to restart his file on a completed Pokemon Red and his nicknamed, well raised team had to go. It was a rough week for Satoru. 

The lack of exposure to gay relationships at this time inherently made them ignorant to anything else they could be doing. The brief mention of sex in school wasn't even a proper sex-ed talk, but a chapter on describing the anatomy of female and male genitals, in separate classrooms. Instead of participating with the rowdy boys who acted like they've seen a vagina, Suguru drew dicks of various sizes on Satoru's papers. Satoru would mime jacking Suguru off behind his desk, then leaped out of his chair to do the action on Suguru's crotch, laughing at the way Suguru would turn red and scowl at him when he shoved Satoru to the floor. 

There was always gossip about who was getting together in the school hall but they weren't ever about two dudes. And since Satoru and Suguru never saw anything about male on male action, they just hadn't thought about it. Jerking off together was basically the most intimate they could get.

Searching things online on a whim wasn’t possible. Satoru and Suguru don't even have those new flip phones that they've been seeing commercials about. The only way to get information is through parsing through websites, reading textbooks, newspapers, documentaries, or informative pamphlets. But sometimes you come across information the other way. Someone does something, then another person finds out and tells someone else, who tells someone else, who tells someone else. 

A game of telephone. 

The distortion of information pooled from different accounts of hearsay. Sometimes unreliable, sometimes just what a curious boy who often fantasizes about his best friend would like to hear. But a lot of the time it isn't a game. It's gossip that your mom stops everything she's doing for, placing the broom against the wall as she answers the phone. The phone call that changes everything.

One day Satoru overhears his mom, coming down the stairs to see her leaning against the wall right before you enter the kitchen, talking to her friend in Tokyo about something. It's pretty heated and Satoru doesn't pay attention even as he walks by her; she's too immersed in the conversation. The coiled telephone wire twirls around her finger absentmindedly, dramatics up to the roof because apparently she can't believe what she's hearing. She manages to whack Satoru with the cord when her hand expresses bewilderment. 

After he grabs his snack, ripping it open and popping a chip into his mouth, making his way back to his room, he almost chokes after he hears his mom exclaim, "Men do it in the butt?!" from behind him. 

He hides on the staircase, watching as his mom looks around before she keeps talking into the phone, quieter. Satoru can't hear what the other person is saying, so he's going to have to rely on his mom's skills of interrogation for the latest gossip, and hopefully her interests align with Satoru's.

"So he did it with who?!"

"Eh?!"

"Oh my god."

"Oh no."

"And then?"

"Ahhhh…."

"No, she almost robbed me out of 5000 yen, that scammer."

"What'd she say?"

"She's an idiot, they have better knives at Daiso."

"Tell her she deserved to get cheated on."

Satoru deflates. It’s just his luck that his mom cares more about revenge than the details of how men do it in the butt. Now he might never know. But if there's anything Satoru is, it's being able to get what he wants. And now he wants the key to open up the door of possibilities that he can do with Suguru. It’s a rush learning something new.

Men do it in the butt. 

Suguru and him are both males. 

And he would very much like to do it in the butt with Suguru, whatever that means. Preferably with Suguru's butt. It's nice and round, plush and it jiggles when he runs. Satoru knows. He purposefully warms up during gym class behind Suguru just to admire it.

He makes his way to his room, trying to hold back the cackle he feels coming, body pumped with excitement at the racing thoughts he has about what it all could mean. 

He can't wait until Suguru gets back from his grandma's. He's got a lot to discuss with him. 

A lot to think about. 

Ass loads of it.

3=D • ｡･ﾟ•ﾟ･｡

Satoru kicks a rock outside the school as he waits for Suguru to return from retrieving a book he forgot. He would usually tag along, but he had already switched shoes and he needed to see if he could find Shoko before Suguru got back to him. His mind is still trying to wrap around what his mom said a few weeks ago on the phone and he’s getting frustrated as to why the butt is the chosen place. There's only things coming out, what else could you do with it? He's bitten Suguru's buttcheeks plenty of times, but he doesn't know how it can go further than that.

So Satoru’s been patient about revealing this newfound fact to him; he knows how Suguru tends to ask a lot of questions when he's presented with new information, always raising his hand in class and dutifully taking notes. He needs to present him with some of his own research to ease the concept in, so he’s asking the only other person who is privy to his relationship with Suguru, but doesn't give a fuck about it: Ieiri Shoko.

Shoko came into their life a little after they had shared their first kiss. She had just moved in and lived down the hill close to where Mrs. Nagi sold her fruits. That first day he met her, Satoru almost had an aneurysm because she just knew . 

This was during the time that Suguru was trying to be the class president, and insisted that he would show the new student Ieiri around and give her a warm welcome. Obviously, this meant that Satoru would join in too because he needed to sniff out this new person who would be welcomed by Suguru’s polite disposition. Gangs were on the rise, and he wasn't about to let some grunt do as they pleased with Suguru. 

Satoru ended up acting as he normally would when he was around Suguru, seeing as the threat was a short, bored faced girl who looked like she couldn't punch hard enough to bruise. Let himself be a little too comfortable. Arm over Suguru's shoulder, getting real close to his face when he talked to him, dragged him by the arm to show the new kid his own tour of infamous places around school.

Suguru was no help either. Too used to the actions of Satoru slinging onto him. So, at the end of the tour, Suguru had led them full circle around the school grounds and when they had made it back to square one, Shoko had looked less than impressed at the two people who had been her company for the last hour. 

“Are you two doing some boys love roleplay?” She had said it so nonchalantly that they didn’t think anything of it. Suguru had frozen up as he gathered his things and Satoru took a second to recall the term from somewhere. Maybe some magazine that reviewed a movie about sand and its grains .

“Roleplay?” Gotta act smooth. Gotta take it in stride. Homies act this way all the time, why didn’t Suguru tell me to stop? “No, we're just best friends.”

Shoko had looked between them, eyes narrowing in observation, the seconds feeling like hours and Satoru quickly glanced at Suguru whose face he couldn't see. She ultimately shrugged. “I don’t care what you do with each other. Thought it was because of a weird gang haze or something.”

She walked out of the classroom after that, not sparing them a glance as she said thanks for the tour, waving a hand in goodbye. After that day, she would sometimes join them for lunch, or ask them if they wanted to go out and sneak a smoke behind the school building. She became a friend they could count on, letting Satoru copy her homework when Suguru stubbornly wouldn't let him, or letting Suguru borrow some obscure textbook from her vast personal library. A library with a bigger selection of a certain genre than anything else. 

So now, Satoru was waiting to see if he could catch Shoko for that certain knowledge. Because Shoko is a weirdo. She’s fascinated with anything that has to do with the human body, and when they had gone to her home one day to complete a project, they were in awe at a big bookshelf dedicated entirely to meticulously organized books about the human anatomy, some stragglers stacked endlessly on the floor. She had explained to them that she wanted to be a doctor, mostly because of her fascination with the human body. 

Which is why Satoru knows she’s a good source of information for this new quest he has given himself. If there’s anyone who will know about butt sex, it’s Shoko. 

Shoko is just exiting through the doors when Satoru runs up to her, giddy demeanor meeting her default expression, rarely matching his energy unless they’re talking about the human body, or the newest episode of Neon Genesis Evangelion. 

“What’s up?” But of course, her lips quirk up because she’s immune to Satoru for so long. Plus, Shoko thinks he might be onto something; Satoru never waits for her, much less vibrating the way he is right now. “You’re acting like I’m Suguru.”

Satoru goes from hot to cold, scoffs. “As if! I was waiting for you so I can poke your brain with some questions I have.”

Shoko leans on a leg and crosses her arms. Satoru doesn’t ask her for things usually, unless it's for some change for the vending machine, and he asks to copy homework inside the classroom, so to be sought after like this is out of the norm. Unless it's not a favor and it's another question about the human body that even makes Shoko pause to come up with an answer.

“Where’s Suguru?”

“Suguru is getting something he forgot. I need to ask you this before he gets back.”

Shoko raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

Satoru rolls his eyes, already frustrated. “Look.” He eyes the people around them and just to be sure no one overhears, grabs Shoko’s arm and drags her to the side of the school where foot traffic is nonexistent. He wastes no time getting to the point.

“I need to know how guys have butt sex.”

Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets, and he didn’t think she’d burst out laughing at the question right after. She’s laughing. He asked her in confidence how to have butt sex, and she’s laughing.

“Shoko! This is serious!” He’s never felt so betrayed in his life. Satoru grabs her shoulders and shakes her.

Shoko wipes a tear from her eye, not fighting against the grip she’s in, and she lazily leans her head back, “What am I supposed to know about butt sex?”

“I don’t know! You have a million books about the body, you’re bound to know something!”

Shoko shrugs out of his grip and puts her arm around his shoulders, yanking him down to her height. “As a matter of fact, I do.” And she says it so matter of factly, but makes no move to spill the beans.

“Well?”

“What's in it for me?”

“My friendship and being a good samaritan.” How can that not be enough?

“I’m talking tangible.”

“I'll use my next allowance on cigarettes for you.”

Shoko smiles, “I’ll give you some diagrams if I can get them copied, but basically, your clit is in your ass.”

Satoru frowns and peers at her over his glasses. “Clit? What the fuck is that?”

Shoko rolls her eyes and flicks his forehead. “I should have known you wouldn’t know anything.”

Satoru guffaws and rubs where she impacted. “Then why did you hit me?”

Shoko continues, ignoring him. “You have a prostate and basically, that's your clit.”

Satoru is still helpless, that sentence meant nothing to him.

She releases him and starts walking away. “That’s basically it. I’m gonna go before people start thinking I’m confessing to you. I still don’t know why you don’t want Suguru to know.”

“I’m just gathering information like a good friend.” Satoru watches her retreating back.

“I’ll bring the stuff later this week! Maybe. No promises though.”

Satoru trails after her to the front of the school, although she’s made her way to the gates by the time he’s at the door. As if it all worked out perfectly, Suguru comes out jogging and out of breath.

“Sorry, Yaga needed some help with sorting papers.”

Satoru smiles as soon as Suguru appears and links their arms up. “It’s cool. I didn’t mind waiting for you.”

Suguru gives him a doubtful tilt of the head but doesn’t say anything about it, unable to hold back his own smile. “Let’s go get ramen. My mom gave me some money this morning.”

They walk to their usual ramen place, slowly shedding the layers of their uniform to combat the heat of the slow transition to summer. Each chance they’re able to walk under a shady spot, it’s a relief. Everyone else seems to be thinking the same thing, kids of other grades seeking refuge under any of the protruding roofs to the small shops in the town center.

The bustling of the town was familiar, everything containing something of a memory.

They’ve got the only bookstore in town that by some miracle carries new issues of Shonen Jump. After Suguru’s refusal to go inside for reasons he’s not aware of, Satoru has been tasked with retrieving it, running right to Suguru’s home to read the latest chapters together. Or at least try to. Satoru flips the pages too soon, sometimes holding the page up while he reads ahead and Suguru chiding him for spoiling everything, like the fight between Yasuke and Toguro in YuYu Hakusho’s latest chapter. It’s okay, though. It’d be boring to get two copies.

When the weather permits, they read at a park they would often hang around at. Waste time standing on the swings, leaping off them from the highest point, or bringing along a small radio to listen to under the shade while they suck on popsicles till their brains freeze over. 

Satoru’s dad had recently sold their old car for a gently used Trueno. They were supposed to learn how to drive with the old Starion he left behind, but some old man offered good money to get it for his own son that was moving out to Shibuya. So in the end, Satoru and Suguru couldn’t even pretend to have a driver’s license and hit the back roads to go to the lakes on the outskirts of their prefecture. 

Sometimes they go get cigarettes for Suguru's dad, opting for the vending machine across town so the guy at the konbini doesn’t card them. If they were to loiter outside, they’d make sure to avoid any areas that would suggest any kind of gang activity. Like the konbini that’s a little more run down than the other one and the grannies in town are convinced it’s a front.

A place they also like to hang out in, close to their ramen spot and arcade, is the quirky gaming store that opened when they were graduating middle school. Satoru would set up at the boxy TV to try out new games that would come in, catching the attention of the owner who would invite them to try the new games he’d get over the years. One time the owner encouraged him to play a newly released port of the game Paper Boy for the Nintendo 64 and almost broke the controllers with how awful the maneuvering was. Instead of delivering papers, he was running his bike into people and pets. Not even Suguru, who actually reads the manuals to learn the button triggers and is patient with getting a hold of the handling, could overcome it. They let off some steam when Suguru discovered you could throw the newspapers at the people, and made a speed run on hitting as many residents as they could before a certain amount of time.

Now the real fun happens at the arcade where they go to blow through their allowance they don’t spend during the week. They always end up being the loudest ones there and if it weren’t for the fact that the owner dotes on Suguru too much, they would have been exiled from the place. There was a recent incident where Satoru almost shoved the whole Street Fighter II machine over after losing to the Itadori kid who’s a few grades below them. In his defense, the game had just been brought to their arcade and unlike Satoru, the Itadori kid came from the city where he was basically able to play it since he could walk. Birthright differences.

The Itadori family are the most recent addition to their town, if recent also means that no one else has moved into town since them. They had come in from Tokyo after the father’s early retirement and decided to settle in their little town’s calm atmosphere and friendly residents. Apparently they had a son who got back from overseas, and after hearing about it, decided to come live with him. Rumors aren’t really Satoru’s thing but he never questions why Suguru is able to drop random information about the people Satoru points and laughs at. Suguru knows more than he lets on because his mom likes to make enough food to share with the neighbors and he’s tasked with delivering the goods. He’s not sure why, but sometimes he gets to be on the receiving end of gossip, and told more than he should know. The acquired information marinates until much later when he gets a new piece of information that adds more context to the previously shared tales. So, inadvertently, he knows a thing or two. But does he care too much? Kind of. But no one has to know that he has an ear for gossip.

“Two seats please,” Suguru calls and one of the ramen chefs points to a place for them to sit. It’s not as crowded as it usually is, the place being very popular in town for its delectable flavors, but it’s enough to have them squeezing through bodies to get where two seats side by side wait for them. 

After they order, Satoru turns to Suguru, “Betcha I can finish my bowl in three minutes.”

Suguru shoots him a smug smile, “I bet I can finish mine before you.”

They banter on as they wait for their meals, Satoru making sure their knees don’t stop touching, scooting incrementally closer to Suguru each chance he gets. 

The man who hands them their order is someone they’ve seen before, though this time Suguru’s eye catches the array of pins on his apron, a particular one standing out among them all. One Suguru has seen before… somewhere. He’s also pretty sure Suguru just got new information about him after delivering some onigiri to an old lady down the road the other day. 

“Isn’t that Itadori’s brother?” He whispers to Satoru once they’ve been left alone. Their shoulders are touching but Suguru still leans his head closer.

Satoru’s arms jerk from separating his chopsticks as he looks over to Suguru, glasses down his nose bridge, noses almost touching. 

“The guy who gave us our ramen?”

“Yeah.”

Satoru tries and fails to discreetly glance over to where the twin hair buns are taking out a new batch of noodles from boiling water. “I don’t know.”

Suguru rolls his eyes and elbows Satoru. “Why don’t you know anyone?” He tucks his hair behind his ears as he focuses back on his ramen, mouth watering as the savory aroma fills his nose.

Satoru pouts at him and gathers ramen up with his chopsticks. “Does it matter if I do?” He slurps loudly after a few blows on his noodles.

Suguru swallows his mouthful. “Kind of. Yeah. I’ll tell you about it once we get out of here.”

Suguru doesn’t tell him once they get out of there, belly too full to make him think of anything else but sleeping. 

They’re slowly making their walk home, Satoru chowing down on a Garigari-Kun for dessert. The sun has started to set, the cicadas roaring away in the background, accompanying them on their way back home with the nice breeze cooling them off.

“You know,” Satoru starts, licking up the last of his popsicle and throwing the stick into a passing garbage bin, “my parents won’t be home tonight or tomorrow.”

Suguru kicks a pebble, suddenly feeling very awake. They both know what it means when someone’s parents aren’t home. He pretends to be casual about it but his body is starting to vibrate “Is that so?”

Arms wrap around Suguru’s shoulder, Satoru leans into him as they continue walking. “Wanna come over after school tomorrow too?” His smile grows bigger when Suguru looks at him with one of his own.

“I would love to.”

3=D • ｡･ﾟ•ﾟ

Shoko hands him a black and white scan of a scientific diagram of the male genital region when Suguru goes to the bathroom.

Satoru immediately shoves the paper into his backpack and looks at Shoko like she’s insane. “Why aren’t you being discreet?” A few heads turn at his exasperated whispers, and he gives them the nastiest face he can muster. They turn away in disgust.

“It’s just a diagram, you wuss. Look it over and find the prostate and that should be the end of your worries.” She sits on the desk next to his and slouches onto her elbow. “It shouldn’t be hard.”

Except Satoru is thinking too hard. He takes a look at the wrinkled paper from inside his bag and studies the thing circled with yellow highlighter. It’s not any different from the things they’ve shown in health class, and honestly, it’s not what he thought it was. He thought Shoko would give him a bit more information than a lame picture of stuff he’s already seen. Sure, he can find the prostate but what is he supposed to do? Stick a finger up his butt?

Before he can even ask her that question, Shoko puts her hand up, “I’m not going to explain anything else.” 

Satoru's face must have looked so crestfallen, left behind to fend for himself when he had hoped his friend could give him all the information he needed because then Shoko spares him a crumb.

“Look,” Shoko sighs, observing Satoru’s pensive face looking into his backpack. “This is a chance for you to get some inspiration. Have you tried looking at some stuff online?”

“Why would I want to look online?”

Shoko rolls her eyes and slouches further into the desk, not believing that Satoru could be so dense, slightly terrified that at his age he probably hasn’t even tried to snatch a magazine with naked people on the covers off the shelf for a quick peek.

“There’s these websites that have men doing stuff. Look at that and see if they give you ideas.”

“Why would I want to look at other men? You know I only like Suguru,” he whispers, offended Shoko would even consider such a thing. Up to his point, he’s had no need to look at anyone else but Suguru. And he never will. It’s just a fact. Every fantasy he has only needs Suguru. As if he wants to see other men in positions he only wants Suguru in….

And then it hits him. The realization washes over his face, and Shoko’s relieved her friends aren’t that stupid.

“Shoko, you're a genius.”

She puts out her hand, awaiting her compensation and Satoru slams the bills onto her palm.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” she stands up to leave and stretches her arms over her head. “I’m off, you know where to find me.”

With this new discovery, Satoru can’t wait until after school. He doesn’t know how it’s going to happen but now that he knows where the prostate is, he can finally present some evidence to convince Suguru to try butt sex. Whatever that will ultimately entail, he’ll figure it out with what he finds online. He’ll probably just stick his finger in and call it a day, though he never thought that butt sex just meant putting your finger in, poking around for a little ball looking thing. That’s a weird way to have sex. 

When he sees Suguru round the corner to enter the classroom, his eyes immediately go to the outline of Suguru’s dick, thanks to the awful (amazing) new uniform pants they’re forced to wear for the warmer season. Not that it shows a lot, but because Satoru’s more than familiar with Suguru’s dick, the little bit of the outline is enough to envision exactly where Suguru’s tucked it into. And as he watches each movement he knows it’s making, Suguru blissfully unaware, he has another epiphany.

The finger is just one choice.

Who’s to say he can’t put other things up there?

So it’s decided.

He’ll stick his dick into Suguru’s butt instead.

3=D • ｡･ﾟ•ﾟ

Suguru loves to cuddle. Loves to lounge on the couch with Satoru any chance that he can get, and what better time than when they have the house to themselves. There’s something about just absorbing Satoru’s warmth that makes him feel content and loved, a rivaling feeling to when he cums from Satoru’s hands. When it’s just them, he can pretend that they’re fully grown adults lazing around ignoring the outside world, too comfortable to care about anything else. Mature. 

Satoru lays on the couch, head resting on the arm rest while Suguru is nestled between him and the couch, head on his chest, legs tangled as they watch a show that premieres music videos. He’s barely paying attention to the new song that Hikaru Utada released, tempted to close his eyes from the way Satoru’s delicately combing through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Goosebumps spread down his arms and he nuzzles closer into Satoru.

When the hands stop the delicious mantra, Suguru almost whines. He lifts his head to see Satoru giving him the softest eyes reserved only for him, and Suguru feels his heart pick up speed and his stomach performs flips. 

"Hi," he says softly, biting his lip to control the smile he feels growing on its own. He can't help but get shy under the gaze Satoru's giving him. Makes him act like a girl. 

"Have I told you that you look extra hot in those new gym shorts we got?" Satoru’s so forward. Suguru can't help the blush that spreads on his face. He loves when Satoru compliments him. 

"Yes, you tell me at least once a day." It's true. Ever since they got new gym uniforms, Satoru has been openly ogling his ass, getting behind him randomly to drum his cheeks, or making binoculars out of his hands and acting like he's found a new discovery, fascinated by the exquisite shape of his butt while getting a closer look. It's obnoxious but Suguru finds he likes obnoxious. He used to be self conscious of his thick thighs and ass, but the more Satoru's wandering hands couldn't leave him alone, the more he started to not mind. Grew to love the attention.

“I should be telling you every hour. Every second!”

“No, you shouldn’t.” What is Suguru if not humble?

"Does it annoy you?" Satoru tilts his head to the side, his sly smile indicating that he's not asking because he's actually concerned. 

Ignoring his innate nature to combat against everything Satoru thinks he knows, Suguru uses his hair to cover his blushing face as he admits, "No, it doesn't."

And Satoru can't stop himself from pulling Suguru into a koala hug, wrapping his arms and legs around Suguru in an excessive show of affection, nuzzling into Suguru neck. "Suguru's so cute when he blushes. He’s so cute all the time!"

Suguru can't help from laughing, embarrassed from the sentiment and combating it by trying to shove Satoru off him. 

Satoru retaliates by squeezing him harder and blowing raspberries into Suguru's neck, fully knowing that Suguru's the most ticklish in that area.

When Satoru pulls away, he takes in Suguru's red face and dazzling smile. "No one should be allowed to see you in that uniform. Only me."

An eruption of a fuzzy emotion overtakes Suguru, from his toes to his head, it's like he's developing a crush on Satoru despite knowing him since they were babies. 

"Would it be… that you're jealous?" Suguru teases, leaning forward to rub his nose against Satoru's. 

Satoru plants a kiss on Suguru's forehead and Suguru can feel the way his mouth moves when he whispers, "Not when they don’t get to hold you like this."

Satoru pulls him in, lip to lip, slowly kissing him as Suguru tries to stop giggling because there's a ferocious feeling in his chest thinking about Satoru not letting anyone else see him in his uniform shorts, imagining Satoru glaring at anyone who dares to look at him, ready to pounce. 

Without moving away from Suguru’s lips, Satoru moves their positioning to hover over Suguru, putting an elbow on the couch's armrest while the other cups Suguru’s jaw. 

Suguru deepens the kiss as he wraps his arms and legs around Satoru, a heat pooling in his gut at each swipe of the tongue, each moan that escapes them. He pulls away to catch his breath, an invisible string of saliva connecting them. 

"What's your favorite part about the uniform?" He typically wouldn’t ask but he’s feeling bold. The kind of bold that only shows up with Satoru.

Satoru pretends to give it some thought. Once he's found his answer he gives Suguru a cocky grin. "The little wedgie you get, and your ass," Satoru widens his eyes and nods slow, “so round.”

Suguru uses this chance to catch Satoru off guard and get him where he knows Satoru doesn’t stand a chance: his ribs. If there’s anything Suguru has learned over the years from poking, prodding and touching his best friend, it’s that Satoru’s only weak point is getting tickled on his sides. 

Satoru lets out a guttural scream, and Suguru is too busy laughing to care, not easing up until Satoru escapes by hurling himself to the other side of the couch. Suguru gives chase but Satoru uses his foot to keep Suguru away, calling him a traitor. As if a foot will scare him away.

Suguru stops moving forward, holds on to Satoru’s ankle and slides a finger along the inside edge of his sock, his version of a white flag. Satoru in his disheveled state, catching his breath still has a glint in his eye that invites Suguru right in so he crawls in between Satoru’s legs to straddle his waist, resting his hands on the armrest, hair caging their faces together, heart beating insistently. Satoru leans forward to capture Suguru’s lips, wasting no time in opening his mouth to invite Suguru’s tongue in, continuing their messy make out session.

Suguru moves his hands to Satoru’s shoulders when he feels Satoru start to sit up, his arms coming to to loop around Satoru’s neck, chest to chest, while Satoru’s hands travel under Suguru’s shirt, making Suguru melt as he feels warm hands roam his back and sides, humming in gratification. He’s too caught up on sucking Satoru’s tongue to feel a hand roam and settle on his butt cheek and he lets out a giggle when Satoru squeezes, electricity traveling through him at the touch. Boosts up his hunger for Satoru, wet lips moving noisily against each other, feeling light and addicted to the sensation. Doesn’t feel Satoru’s other hand make its way under his waistband and only reacts when he feels Satoru’s fingers start to dig between his cheeks. He laughs nervously as he stops kissing Satoru and retrieves the wandering hand to bring it to his chest. He’s just caught off by the action. It tickled enticingly but they’ve never done this before.

Suguru’s breathlessly giggling when he asks Satoru, “What are you doing?”

Satoru, swollen red lips and mischievous eyes, gives Suguru a dopey smile. “Can’t I touch your cheeks?”

“It felt like you were going after something else.” Suguru can’t wipe the smile off his face, as he sees Satoru morph into a rare state of embarrassment. 

Satoru grabs Suguru's hand and starts playing with his fingers, something he does usually when he’s contemplating something. Satoru measures the width and mobility of each digit before joining their hands together, running his fingers in between the spaces of Suguru’s.

He does this motion thoroughly, eyes focused on his task, and says, almost mumbling, “I want to do butt sex.”

Suguru hears a record scratch somewhere. Maybe outside, maybe in his mind, but he can’t seem to fully comprehend what Satoru means. 

In their sheltered life, having parents who refuse to talk about anything sexual with them, Suguru is at a loss. He doesn’t know what Satoru means, he doesn’t know where Satoru got this idea from, and he sure as hell never heard of this. It hadn't even occurred to him that they could even do it. But just to be sure Satoru isn’t pulling his leg and making up a new term for whatever it is he wants to try on Suguru’s butt, he asks, ready to laugh it off, “What?”

Satoru’s chest inflates with the big breath he takes, actually confronting Suguru with this being more intimidating than he thought. Maybe it’s the almost rejection of getting his hand removed that made him bashful, he’s not sure. But he sounds like the most confident person when he enunciates each word clearly this time, piercing his eyes into Suguru’s soul, “I want to try butt sex with you.”

Suguru leans his shoulder against the couch, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed. 

“Where did you learn about that?”

“I overheard my mom say something about guys doing it in the butt.”

“What exactly do you do? Do you even know how to do it?” Suguru is very good at quickly figuring things out in his head which is why he doesn’t mind jumping head first fearless into some of the things Satoru wants to do. Satoru wants to go swim in the river down the hill? Sure, let's go. The waters are shallow enough so we won’t drown. Sometimes, he requires to do more research for the sake of being prepared, and just knowing all that there is to know. Oh, Satoru wants to try fishing? Sure, let's check a book out at the library to see what we need to do. Let’s use those brand spanking new computers they just got to see if we can find anything on the online web. 

This, however, feels like a task much bigger than anything they have done. And Suguru, frankly, is getting anxious.

Satoru shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “I might have asked Shoko some stuff.”

“She knows how to do butt sex?!” Suguru’s a little stunned. When did his dear friend Shoko learn how to do butt sex? Has she done it with someone? Do girls do this too? Is this just a guy thing? What has he been missing out on that all of a sudden everyone’s just done things to their butts while he’s been apparently unimaginatively just playing with dick.

Satoru shakes his head, and sits more upright. “No, she basically said that our clit is in our butts. It’s called the pro-state or something.”

Suguru feels his head spin. “What the fuck is a clit?”

“Exactly!” Finally, someone who doesn’t know what that is either. He rubs his hands up and down Suguru’s thighs to calm himself down. “Basically, Suguru, baby, my one and only, my soulmate, my wife, my beautiful melody, the wind beneath my wings-”

Suguru slaps Satoru’s chest. “Get on with it,” But he feels warm regardless.

“I want to stick my dick in your butt.”

This is a lot for Suguru. Where does he even begin? He settles onto Satoru’s chest, trying to process what he’ll have to look into to make this work. Arms immediately circle around him.

“That’s such a romantic way to ask for sex, Satoru.” 

Suguru feels Satoru’s chest vibrate against his ear from exclaiming, “Well you wouldn’t let me stick my finger in.”

Suguru sighs. “Well do you just stick it in?” He’s trying to imagine having anything go up his butt, but he’s having a hard time imagining it. Why did Shoko compare the pro-state to a clit? What does that even mean? Suguru wants to cry from the frustration of not knowing anything.

“I don’t know. We can always figure it out as we go.”

Suguru guffaws at the suggestion, hoping Satoru can feel how much he does not want to do that when he tells him exasperatedly, “Or we can do research? What if you’re not supposed to stick stuff back there? Wait,” Suguru starts, rising up from Satoru’s chest to look at him, “why don’t we do research on the computer your mom got last month?” 

Satoru shakes his head. “Can’t. I broke it and now it won’t turn on.”

Suguru’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “How’d you break it?” It was pretty expensive too.

Satoru feigns his confusion and looks off into the distance, mysteriously. “Not sure. The screen just went black.”

What Satoru isn’t telling Suguru, is that he was actually trying to see if he could find what Shoko suggested with finding men in different poses for inspiration. Except when he tried to click on anything on the site, pop ups just kept popping up and it kept telling him that there was a virus invading his computer and to click here to clean his hard drive, and when he clicked, more pops bombarded his screen and the pinging noises just wouldn't stop. He didn’t know what to do after attempting to close the browser, clicking around, smashing the keyboard when it just froze on a very high resolution picture of someone’s asshole and penis so he threw water on the computer and watched smoke and sparks fly from the machine. His mom had walked in and whacked him with a wooden spoon for ruining the nice thing she got and he wasn’t allowed to go near it again- if she could even get it fixed. So obviously, that meant using it was out the window.

“Why are you always so prone to break things?” Suguru asks, mystified by Satoru’s incapability of handling anything that isn’t Suguru with care. Before Satoru can respond, Suguru keeps going, “Then I guess that means I’ll have to find something at the library.” Which he’s not excited about. He’ll have to hand the librarian his library card as they scan whatever pervy book he’ll even be able to check out with his age, forced to deal with the judgemental glare as he takes the book and walks out hand in hand with Satoru as the librarian continues to glare and deactivates his library card for being such a pervert.

“Actually, nevermind,” Suguru pipes up, smiling to fend off his derailed daydream, “I refuse to let the librarian think I’m a pervert.”

Satoru pouts, cupping Suguru's head in his hands, squishing his face to make Suguru’s lips pucker. “But Suguruuuu, the library is our best bet at getting any research done. What about the computers they have?”

Suguru slaps Satoru’s hands away. “I will not be looking up anything that has to do with butt sex on a library’s computer. What if they see that?”

“True…” Satoru thinks about the pop ups and falls back in defeat, landing on the plush armrest of the couch. 

“Let’s think about it,” Suguru suggests, settling into Satoru’s side against the couch, fingers dancing around Satoru’s chest in thought. Satoru starts to mindlessly play with Suguru’s hair and they fall into a silence to plan, though Suguru would be correct in assuming he’s the only one actually thinking this through while Satoru’s thinking about what Suguru would look like with his dick up his butt.

And Suguru’s mind parses through other ways they could possibly learn more about this. They can’t just go and buy the magazines that are meant for adults, they wouldn’t be able to get out of there without getting arrested or something. There’s a magazine called Sabu that he’s seen on the racks inside the konbinis, and behind the counter at the bookstore, their logo recently updated to demonstrate a pretty rainbow by their name. That would probably be the best source of information for him and Satoru, but again, they aren’t able to get them. He tells himself it’s definitely his age and not the embarrassment that stops him from at least asking about the magazine. They could also do this blind, but Suguru wants to be prepared for anything, but with all the dead ends, he’s stumped. So he starts thinking about food. They hadn’t eaten anything after a little snack when they got home. They could get ramen, nothing can go wrong with ramen.

Speaking of ramen, he forgot to talk to Satoru about Itadori’s brother. The granny down the street had complained about the way he dresses, something she suspected was encouraged while he wasn't in Japan with his family. No one else in the ramen shop fits that vague description, so it just makes sense to assume that he is that suspected sibling. He’s about to bring this up to Satoru, when Suguru realizes something.

The pin. On the apron. The rainbow on the male magazine cover. 

Adrenaline hits, he jolts up and he smacks Satoru’s chest with more force than necessary. 

“We can ask Itadori’s brother!”

Satoru bleats and rubs his chest, sitting up with Suguru. “Who?”

Suguru clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes but explains to Satoru with the utmost patience, “The rainbow I’ve seen on a male adult magazine is the same rainbow that Itadori’s brother wears on his apron. Why else would he wear that if it weren't for that ?”

Satoru doesn’t look too convinced. “We’re supposed to ask this guy how to have butt sex? Who even is he?”

“Do you remember the guy who gave us the ramen yesterday?”

“No.” Satoru smiles like he's just happy to be here under the weight of Suguru.

“Okay, well,” Suguru says, trying to calm his blood pressure because Satoru is so smart, why does he act like an idiot when it actually matters, “the guy with the buns who gave us the ramen yesterday is Itadori’s brother. I’m sure of it. The granny down the street said he did some crazy things overseas, and who else came back these last few years before the Itadori family moved in?”

Satoru mulls it over, hand on chin, squeezing his cheeks between his thumb and fingers. Normally he'd go for it, but he wants to be cautious for the sake of Suguru. “Why don’t we ask Yuji-kun if he is? What if he’s some random guy who’s gonna beat us up if we ask him about butt stuff?”

They could always see Itadori tomorrow at school. He sometimes walks into their class to deliver papers since he’s always helping teachers out with miscellaneous tasks. It wouldn’t hurt to ask. He’s a good kid. He’s too nice for his own good, he won’t get weirded out if they just randomly ask about his brother, right? Suguru can only hope.

“Okay,” Suguru nods, eyes glancing around to process how they’ll approach him tomorrow to ask. It’ll work out too. They conveniently have the two day weekend after tomorrow. They ask his brother on Saturday, and then either Saturday night or Sunday they can apply what they've learned, or maybe they'll have enough time to ask all the questions they can when they meet him. Suguru thinks he has a spare notebook they can use, and some nice pens. He'll have to bring plenty for the three of them. Hopefully he doesn't decide to change shifts, or randomly decides to quit. “We’ll ask about his brother tomorrow.”

And he knows Satoru heard him, but his lazy smile that greets Suguru when he looks at him says otherwise. Especially when he says, “You look so hot when you're concentrating.”

Suguru whacks him in the head and gets up to the kitchen to get some dinner started, maybe make enough for Satoru’s parents because he’s such a good kid.

3=D • ｡･ﾟ•ﾟ･

Satoru’s a coward. Satoru’s such a fucking coward and Suguru should just abandon this whole idea of trying to get something into his butt. 

Suguru is left to ask Itadori alone after Satoru said he had to finish up his homework for the next class, and if it weren’t for Suguru being genuinely concerned for getting his homework done (although he knows it's because Satoru didn't want to accompany him for whatever reason), he would have called bullshit and dragged him over. Except he’s certain he didn’t see Satoru write anything on his homework sheet when they had finally decided to work on it last night, so he has no choice but to do this alone. 

And he’s not mad about it, he doesn’t mind asking these things, but it’s the principle of the matter. He should not be doing this alone. But whatever.

He’s pretending to casually wait by a window in the hallway, sipping his juice and ignoring the marveling looks from his juniors. 

The original plan was for Itadori to go to their side of the school but of course he hasn't shown up all day. So now Plan B is in effect and since it's just Suguru, no one will be brash and jump scare the target. The tactic is to wait and observe, be casual, so Suguru’s hanging around to “bump” into him and try to strike a conversation.

His ears perk up when an excitable voice can be heard approaching from the stairs. Itadori finally walks into view as he says goodbye to his friends. This is it, Suguru thinks, pushing himself off the wall and getting ready to greet Itadori with a smile and a wave, repeating his greeting in his head. They've had some sports practices overlap, and grew chummy over some school festival competitions. They've greeted each other before, Itadori complimenting him as a senpai, talking him up so it will be easy to engage with the target. And he's coming closer so Suguru prepares to speak up, face ready for action and he lifts his arm when they're at a closer proximity and Itadori- he walks right by, oblivious to Suguru left hanging with his hand in the air. Okay so maybe the target doesn't pay attention to his surroundings.

Being stubborn in not wanting to be the one to say hi first, Suguru speed walks up to Itadori and “bumps” into him, slowly turning around with the straw to his lips, playing up the unbothered act. Itadori straightens up with a baffled look, about a second from confronting, until-

“Senpai!” A wide smile forms on his face, genuinely excited about seeing Suguru. And then he gets confused. “What are you doing here?”

Suguru clears his throat, and gives him the old razzle dazzle smile. You know the one. “Itadori-kun! Ah it appears I’ve wandered too far from my class. How are you?”

Itadori doesn’t think about Suguru’s answer too hard and moves Suguru to the side as a group of kids march by them, some looking between them, distracted by Suguru's height.

“Great! My grades are kind of in the gutter but nothing I can do to change that. What about you? Where’s Gojo-senpai?” Genuine curiosity. 

Suguru is aware of Satoru's rather rude manner of interacting with people, so having someone ask about him is surprisingly different. Perhaps Satoru is actually nice to Itadori? Suguru hopes so.

“He’s doing some work. Did you need him?” Is he going to share a beautiful anecdote of Satoru helping him with homework? Or an instance of kindness where Satoru let him borrow a pen that he wants to give back?

“Not really but he owes like 3,000 yen.”

The smile Suguru wears tenses. What the fuck? Why is Satoru taking loans from his juniors?

“Why does he owe you 3,000 yen?” 

“Well, you know how we got that new vending machine? Gojo-senpai wanted to try each flavor and I just offered to pay for him. I thought he was going to pay me back but it's been a while…” Itadori looks at the ground in thought, realizing that he’s been hoodwinked. 

This is not going the way Suguru intended. He came here for intel, not to learn that Satoru takes advantage of his juniors. Who would spend 3,000 yen on a vending machine? There’s no need to ask. Whatever the reason, Suguru will absolutely smack him. And maybe he’ll smack Itadori for being too nice.

“I’ll tell him to pay you back.” Suguru says, ready to say more but Itadori's pat on his shoulder stops him. 

“Thanks senpai!” And he starts walking away and Suguru can’t believe this isn’t going the way he thought it would.

“Actually,” he says, grabbing onto Itadori’s shoulder, “while I’ve got you here I wanted to tell you that your brother makes amazing ramen.” Wow, what a casual way to bring up his brother after talking about being swindled out of money. No abrupt change of topic, Suguru just really loves ramen. Specifically ramen made by a brother that might know how to have butt sex. Is it too presumptuous to outwardly compliment someone who might not be related to you?

Suguru gets a little worried when Itadori frowns, like he doesn’t know what Suguru is talking about. 

“My brother?” Before Suguru can even begin to explain, Itadori sheepishly smiles and shrugs. “Sorry, I’m still not used to calling him my brother. But yeah, he works at the ramen place in town. I’m glad you like the ramen!”

Suguru lets out a mental sigh of relief that he didn't get suspicious, and fists pumps that yes, they are related! One step closer to a source!

“Have you not always called him your brother?” Now Suguru’s asking because he’s curious. There’s no harm in being a little nosey.

Itadori awkwardly shifts around and grabs the back of his neck. “Well, it’s a long story but basically my mom had him with her first husband and then she left him behind to have another kid, but then she moved out to Tokyo to have me and then she moved back here with my other brother so that we could live closer to my oldest brother who works at the ramen shop, his name’s Choso by the way, because he was away for a while and she wants him to feel at home because I think he went to America to study or something, I don’t know. But basically we moved back here to keep him company and it’s fine, the transition was okay, big city to this rural area, it’s a nice change of pace, and I like this school, it’s nice. So yeah, my mom got remarried to some guy and didn’t have anyone after me so I’m the youngest.” 

Wow. Suguru didn’t know this kid could talk. He also got a name. He probably should have asked that before.

“Why did he go to America?”

“Uh,” Itadori scrambles for an answer, “I don’t really know.”

Suguru’s not sure if he’s lying, but it’s not like he really needs to know. Now that he’s got confirmation about him being his brother and a name, he doesn't need to stay. 

“Oh, well I hope he had fun during his stay,” Suguru says, ready to close up this conversation.

“Oh, he did! Something about finding people who understand that love knows no bounds. Something like that. I haven’t really asked him about it.” 

And Suguru’s glad he didn’t because he is done talking.

“That’s wonderful, Itadori-kun. Hey, I gotta get back to class, but it was nice seeing you!”

“You too senpai! Hopefully we can go shoot some hoops or something, you’re really agile and trustworthy when it comes to sports.” 

“Thank you, Itadori-kun. Goodbye!” Suguru starts walking off and flings his juice into a nearby garbage can.

“Bye Geto-senpai!”

Suguru is about to take another step down the stairs when he stops, rolls his eyes at himself, and clenches his jaw as he pivots and speed walks back. He stops Itadori as he’s entering his classroom. “Here.” Suguru shoves some money that equals more than what Satoru conned him out of, into his hands.

Itadori looks between the money and Suguru. “Ah, Geto-senpai I can’t take this-”

“Please. I insist. And don’t listen to Satoru if he asks you these favors again.” 

“Uh, okay. Thanks senpai!”

Suguru walks into his classroom and makes a beeline to Satoru, ignoring his welcoming smile and questions, smacking him upside the head. 

3=D • ｡･ﾟ•ﾟ

“Suguru, will you be okay? It’ll just be an overnight thing but we’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

Suguru looks up from his homework. He’s sitting at their kotatsu, trying to cram as much as he can because today is d-day. If everything goes right, he’ll be too occupied later to do homework. Who knows how long it’ll take to find the clit. Suguru wants to be patient with this whole process, and not rush into it. It'll basically be their first time, and that sends a wave of restlessness and flutters at the thought so he ignores that and focuses on what's important right now: researching.

They're basically putting all their eggs in a basket and hoping that Itadori’s brother, Choso, has some kind of wisdom to share. And Suguru might be an idiot sometimes, but most of the time his hunch is right. He really hopes it's right this time because while the thought of just doing it with Satoru seems fun, he’s also very stubborn with wanting to make sure it all goes well. He has to know what he’s getting into. And right now, it’s a little difficult when all you have to go by is that the pro-state is the clit and he doesn’t even know what a clit is still . He’s too embarrassed to ask Shoko about it and whenever he’d pass her in the hall, she’d just give him this knowing smirk. Made Suguru feel all exposed. 

And now his parents, by some miracle from the universe, will be leaving to stay with some friends in Hachioji until tomorrow. Hopefully Satoru’s parents won’t mind him staying the night. They never do but with the stakes so high, Satoru can be a liability.

“Of course, mom. I can prepare dinner by myself just fine.” He gives her a smile when she walks by to grab her purse from the couch.

“You’re such a good kid, I don’t doubt you’ll be fine. If you need anything, Satoru-kun’s parents are going to be home. Just have dinner with them if you get lazy.” She speedwalks back upstairs to her room and she yells for Suguru’s dad. 

Suguru watches her retreating figure and momentarily allows a hyper smile on his face. He’s starting to get excited.

They say goodbye at the door, Suguru’s mom giving him a big kiss on the cheek and Suguru’s dad reminding him to be good. He tries to act casual through all of this until they leave but as soon as he sees their car disappear, he puts on his sandals and marches over to Satoru’s house.

Suguru's too caught up in thinking about how he'll greet Itadori's brother that he crashes harshly into Satoru just outside his gate.

“Suguru!” Satoru exclaims, rubbing his butt as he quickly gets up to help Suguru up.

“Satoru, watch where you’re going,” Suguru says as he grabs Satoru’s helping hand, massaging his buttcheek as he stands with a groan. Why did he walk so fast? 

“Suguru, today’s the day. We have to head over to the ramen shop before it gets packed.” Satoru otherwise seems unfazed by the hit, crazed like he’s trying to convince Suguru that the earth is flat. 

“Why were you coming out of your house? Did you watch my parents leave?” 

“I did! And apparently my parents were gonna go too, but my dad has to work. So I told them I was checking up on you which means we're free to go!”

Before he makes a move to head home, Suguru notices something around Satoru's neck.

“Is that… a puka shell necklace?” He wants to laugh because Satoru's never worn anything like that before but he knows he'll feel bad if he does with the way Satoru defensively clutches it.

“It looked cool in that music video with the American dudes on the beach! Don't I look more grown up?”

Suguru doesn't say anything.

“More adult?”

He starts thinking it looks tacky.

“Like I’m part of the American boy band?”

He hates how he thinks Satoru looks kind of cute in it. He mustn't let it show. 

“Not without a tan you pasty ass bitch,” he mutters as he walks away.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

They go back to Suguru’s home to exchange the sandals for proper shoes, and make their way to the ramen shop, trying to come up with a plan.

“How will we even know he’s okay with this stuff?”

“Trust me, Satoru. I have a feeling.”

“Do you have a feeling on how we’re even going to approach him?”

Suguru glances around to people selling fruits, the food stalls crowded with little kids trying to buy shaved ice, a bustling early afternoon. He ignores the look Satoru gives him when he doesn’t believe in Suguru’s ideas. Which is rare. Suguru’s a little offended.

“Are you feeling nervous, Satoru? Do I sense hesitance?”

Satoru gawks at him and crosses his arms. “As if. I’m just saying this might be a big risk.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, and grumbles, “If you had just listened to what I said.” He elbows Satoru and Satoru gets back at him by giving him a harsh corndog which Suguru retaliates with shoving him, almost running into a passing scooter.

“Dude!” Satoru exclaims over the honking.

He’s ignored. “Listen,” Suguru says, putting in an effort to sling his arm around Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru doesn’t complain about walking hunched forward, happy that he’s invited into Suguru’s personal space. Meanwhile Suguru feels a pretty good plan hatching up. He makes eye contact before he continues, a conniving grin making way on his face, “we can pretend we gotta ask him questions for a school project.”

Satoru matches his expression, leaning into him further, noses almost bumping from the steps they take. “Oh, that is a perfect idea. I’ll lead.”

Suguru’s smile drops. “Wait no, Satoru, no. You can’t lead.”

“What? Why? I’m a great leader?” 

Suguru tries not to roll his eyes, retreating his arm from Satoru’s shoulders and crosses them. Satoru's arm wastes no time reclaiming its spot around Suguru's shoulders.

“You’re not good with people.” There’s no gentle way to put it. Suguru has tried to tell him that he needs to reel it in and learn some people skills but Satoru seems content with brute forcing his way through conversations. Not to mention that he thinks conning oblivious people is okay. And in a situation they’re about to enter, being straightforward will not play to their advantage.

“I am good with people,” Satoru waves a hand like he’s airing out any misconceptions. “And I can get anything out of anyone. I’ll lead,” he repeats, ever so cocky.

“Satoru, no. This isn’t the time to be aggressive. We need to be subtle with our words, and make sure the conversation is going our way. I’ll lead.” 

Satoru squeezes Suguru’s shoulders, smiling as he looks ahead. “Okay, but only because I trust you.”

They arrive at the ramen shop at a good time; some of the chefs are headed to lunch and their target was just seen heading to the back- he’s on shift today.

As they enter, Suguru preps the speech he’s going to give the workers, thinking of a fluid way to get them into conversation and casually bring in the guy with the hair buns into the mix to single him out, get him alone. They'll ask what they need when they notice they aren't asking to be served and Suguru will gracefully ask if they could borrow a second of their time. They'll say we’re just humble ramen cooks, what has piqued your interest in us? And Suguru will respond, intelligently, that he has a school project to do, if there is anyone who would willfully aid their needs and answer dire questions, which will then lead to someone saying why of course beautiful boy and boy with a puka shell necklace , we know a guy, allow me get him, and then they’ll bring Choso-

“Yo, Nanami, I didn’t think you worked here.” 

Satoru greets their classmate with a wave, like he forgot why he came here in the first place. And Suguru panics. Because if Nanami’s here, then their cover is blown. They share quite a few classes and he’ll be suspicious about the project they’ll bring up. Not only that but Satoru’s taken the lead.

Nanami is standing at the register, organizing tickets when Satoru calls him, and his face instantly sours.

“I don’t, I’m just covering for someone. Would you like a seat?”

Satoru shakes his head, playing up the cool guy schtick by leaning onto the counter with his arm, glancing around behind Namami. If he possessed the ability to do so, Suguru knows he’d be whistling.

“No I wanna talk to Choso,” Satoru says cutting straight to the point, ignoring the whack Suguru gives him on the back 

Nanami catches the action and his eyes slowly go back to look at Satoru. “Who?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You know, the guy with the Sailor Moon buns, but his hair’s too short for that so they’ve got some hair poking out,” Satoru splays his hand atop his head to demonstrate, not even looking at Namami, who continues to stare at Satoru like he’s the most despicable man in the world. Satoru continues like that’s not the case, “You know, he’s got a scar on his face, looks like he’d be out at Takeshita on Sundays with-”

He walks out with a bowl of freshly washed beansprouts, barely makes it to the counter before-

“Yo, Chosooo!” Satoru greets him like an old friend, extending the last syllable, forgetting any ounce of politeness. Suguru wants the earth to swallow him whole.

Choso, despite his appearance, scares easily and drops the vegetables onto the metal counter at the sound of his name, catching the attention of the handful of people around him. He looks like he’d be mean, his get up reminiscent of the new visual kei band Suguru’s been into, his mom saying they look like hooligans. The dark colors around his eyes make him look sleep deprived and gloomy, his eyes saddening at seeing the vegetables that flew out of the bowl on impact. But when he looks up to see who called his name, his face instantly straightens. Serious. Intimidating. And Suguru starts to fear for his life.

“What the fuck? Who are you?” He asks, voice low and soft, saunters over to them like he’s Bowser in the final showdown on the 64. 

Nanami sighs and takes the opportunity to leave, cleaning up the vegetables from the counter and walking to the back away from the nonsense. The few ramen workers share glances, shocked at Choso’s behavior, but apparently too afraid of him since they don’t say anything.

Satoru ignores the hostility and asks, “You’re Yuji’s brother right?”

Choso looks between Satoru and Suguru, his eyebrows stern and his eyes a little bit violent. “What’s it to ya?”

Satoru seems to understand the mood, and shrinks a little. His hand comes up to rub at his nape, a nervous habit, and that’s when Suguru swoops in to rescue the situation.

He clears his throat before he speaks, “Itadori-san, we just wanted to borrow you for an interview, our class is having us do a project.” Suguru puts on his best smile. “We figured you'd be a great interviewee with your bold appearance.”

Choso glances at the clock hanging on the wall and says, “Two minutes.” 

Satoru is about to celebrate, hands coming together to clap when Choso gives him a sneer and says, “I never said I’d do the interview. You got two minutes to order or I’m kicking you out. ” Satoru instantly puts his arms to his side and Suguru feels like it’s all doomed. Choso is feeling a lot more threatening by the second, Suguru doesn't even know how to start making this man warm up to them. They wouldn’t even be in this mess if Satoru hadn’t thought about putting his dick up his butt.

Then, Choso’s face gets serious, “Wait, why do you know my name?” He slaps his hand onto the counter and leans on it, the other hand on his hip. Suguru would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little scared.

“Your brother! We see him around school,” Suguru says nervously, “During sports day he was a very dependable team player, during gym he’d help pick up the mats… he was really good at kicking the balls…” Suguru loses momentum when he sees Choso’s face morph into a way that suggests he doesn’t believe anything Suguru’s saying.

“What about you, bucko?” Choso asks, giving Satoru the stink eye.

“He’s never talked about his favorite senpai Gojo Satoru?” Satoru nervously sing songs. 

Oh no, he’s probably heard about Itadori’s large expense at the vending machine. Satoru can’t be giving his name out or they really will be doomed.

“Actually,” Suguru interjects, shouldering Satoru behind him to make Choso look at him, “Yuji-kun is my favorite kouhai. I’m Geto Suguru, I’m sure he’s talked about how we get along wonderfully. He’s such a great kid, very cute and earnest. Really knows how to hold a conversation, it's never boring with him.” 

Suguru smiles tensely. A silence passes by them.

“He speaks very kindly of you,” he tacks on. 

To his surprise, and relief, Choso’s face softens and a small smile grows on his lips, “Yuji talks about me?” He looks at the clock again and almost bashfully says, “I guess I can do the interview.”
What a whiplash. Stunned at the turn of events, Satoru and Suguru can only watch in silence as Choso looks back to his coworkers and announces he’s going on break and tells the dazed boys to meet him in the back of the shop.

It’s not until they’re outside that Satoru wildly smacks Suguru’s arm in excitement, face scrunched and smiling at what they just accomplished. “Suguru, we did it! Holy shit,” Satoru freezes, suddenly struck with a thought. “What are we gonna ask him?”

Suguru kicks Satoru’s shoes and pulls at his ear. “You idiot, you said I’d lead, that could’ve gone so badly!”

Satoru lets out a pained yowl, and rubs his ear. “Does it matter? We got what we wanted, let’s go before he thinks we ditched.” Satoru grabs onto Suguru’s wrist and they make their way to the back of the ramen shop.

Suguru’s reeling at the fact that they accomplished half of their plan. Now he has to think about what kind of questions he’s going to ask that will smoothly bring up butt sex. He hadn’t thought this far. All he had was a hunch and a dream. This all suddenly feels too real.

Heading into the alleyway, they find Choso by a small dumpster, leaning against the wall of the ramen shop, trying to light up a cigarette, foot on top of an old dirty milk crate. 

Once they’re standing in front of him, Satoru once again uses brute force, and points to Choso's apron. “Nice pin.”

Choso doesn’t even look at where Satoru’s pointing and steps forward to exhale cigarette smoke into his face.

Suguru quickly wipes his horrified face and tries to pivot the conversation, ignoring Satoru’s dramatic hacking.

“Can you tell us a little bit about yourself, Itadori-san?” He makes sure his voice is as polite as he can make it.

Choso takes a drag of his cigarette, studying Suguru, and speaks as smoke leaks from his mouth, “Call me Choso. Where’s your paper and pen?”

Fuck. Suguru forgot to bring his props.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it all right here,” Satoru says, voice strained from coughing, pointing to his head, smiling like he’s so cool for having photographic memory.

Choso doesn’t look convinced but he shrugs and says, “Alright, what do you want to know about Yuji?”

Suguru furrows his eyebrows. “Wait, what do you mean? We can’t do it on people we know, which is why we asked to interview you.”

Now Choso looks bewildered. “What do you mean? I’m a very boring person, I came out here because you guys speak very kindly of my brother.”

“It doesn’t matter that you’re a boring person, we just need to ask you some questions.” Suguru feels his hands get clammy, fearing that their only hope actually won’t be much help for them, “We can just have a good old fashioned conversation so it can flow easier, we just have some points to make from our rubric.”

Choso grabs a milk crate from the stack by the dumpster and puts it upside down before he sits on it, slouching his posture, leaning on his elbows set on his knees, taking a drag from his cigarette, “Okay, what do you want to know?”

Satoru and Suguru glance at each other, sending radio waves of encouragement. Satoru acts first. Of course he does.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Suguru elbows Satoru in the ribs, looking at Choso instead of his wheezing idiot best friend. “How about you tell us what you do in your spare time?”

Choso deadpans, cigarette hanging between his fingers. “Nothing you kids should know about.” He takes a drag.

“Well, how old are you?” Satoru asks, wincing as he rubs where he got hit. 

“I’m twenty-nine.”

Suguru plays up being in awe, bobbing his head. “Woah, then I’m sure you have some wisdom to bestow upon us.”

Choso looks between the duo, like he’s about to throw his cigarette at them. “This interview sucks ass.”

“Whatever do you mean? I have never had the opportunity to suck ass before, what a mystifying activity,” and Suguru knows, he’s heard that voice before, the one where Satoru is trying too hard to sound casual. No one would fall for the faux ignorance, not with how he’s laying it on so thick. Suguru clenches his fists and prepares to get to them out of there because this isn’t working and they might be able to make it out with minimal damage in cigarette burns-

“You’ve never eaten ass before?”

Suguru whips his head to Choso, who looks offended, eyes large in disbelief, like he actually believes Satoru. He’s not prepared when Choso stands up abruptly, kicking the milk carton away behind him, and stalks over to Satoru with heavy feet.

Satoru stands tall but his voice is laced with uncertainty. “Should I have eaten ass by now?”

And Suguru’s uncertain too. Because Choso looks like he’s ready to fight Satoru because he hasn't eaten ass, which is something far beyond the realm of what Suguru thought they could do. People eat ass? Eat?

Choso takes a drag, exhales and throws his cigarette to the ground all while glaring at Satoru. As he stomps it out, he beckons Suguru closer with his finger and Suguru cautiously approaches, their heights practically the same.

When Suguru joins in on the little circle, he looks between them again, but with more hostility in his voice. “What are you guys really here for?”

Satoru is frozen and strains out, “A school project.”

Choso doesn’t look away from them as he points, “What do you guys know about this pin?”

“That it means something?” Suguru's voice raises an octave. He hopes he’s not wrong, he hopes with all his heart he didn’t bark up the wrong tree and the pin isn’t for some weird cult that crucifies people for not being able to experience something out of their control. Like eating ass. Is it his fault it's never crossed his mind???

Choso steps back and Suguru thinks he’s about to walk away but instead Choso places a hand over the pin like he’s about to say a pledge, solemn. “This pin is a burden I bestow upon myself… I signify a safe space for my people with this.”

Satoru crosses his arms, suddenly unafraid, “Is this a gang initiation?”

Choso readies a fist, raising his arm until his elbow is behind his head but immediately lets it down, taking a deep breath. “No, I'm not part of a gang,” he spits out, “I would never put my brothers in danger.”

Suguru himself stops from landing another hit on Satoru for being so tactless, flooded with relief because his hunch seems to have been right all along, and Satoru wasn't coming out of this with a black eye.

“Are you talking about gay people?”
Choso nods his headly slowly. “Queer,” he says in English, confusing both Satoru and Suguru enough to share a wary glance, “Everybody who’s brave enough to be themselves.”

Satoru scoffs. “So you have eaten ass before!”

Choso looks to Suguru with an exasperated look, shaking his head in disbelief, “What is with this guy?”

Suguru waves a hand, ignoring Choso’s question. “Are you saying this is a safe space for-” Suguru does his best impression of Choso's accent “- queers ?”

Choso grows serious, looks Suguru right in the eye, “Yes. I don't tolerate people who are barbaric and refuse to accept differences.”

“So can we ask you some things?” Satoru says, hand going to his nape. 

It suddenly dawns on Suguru that asking a complete stranger how to have sex in an alley is almost the same as having a librarian check out his naughty books. Sure, this guy seems to be more than willing to talk to them about it, but Suguru’s embarrassed all the same. Just because Choso seems like a kind dude doesn’t make it more bearable.. 

Choso eyes Satoru, then his eyes drag over to Suguru, mouth quirked to hide a smile. “Are you two dating?”

Suguru’s face burns brighter.

“Yes! Yes we are,” Satoru says, his own cheeks flushed, but he’s confident in taking Suguru’s hand into his, linking their fingers together.

Suguru’s ears roar, his whole body a furnace at the open display of affection, at the lack of hesitation. Satoru looks like he’s ready to take on a challenge, chest puffed and determined.

Choso softly smiles and nods to himself, closing his eyes like he’s relishing in the fact that he’s helping out two gay boys in an alley, “So young and full of life,” he says to himself, fondly. He remains soft, tilts his head to the side as he asks, “So who’s gonna eat the ass?”

Suguru actually feels the record scratch in his brain, mumbles, “Wha-?”

A moment to process.
“Well, we aren’t planning on eating ass,” Satoru says awkwardly. Then makes eye contact with Suguru, face red, “maybe I’ll eat the ass…”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on the trio, the only noise being the rustling of the trash around them, a stray cat heard in the distance. 

Suguru is suddenly very aware of Satoru’s hand, sweat accumulating between their skin, rigidly holding on, his asshole clenching at the thought of Satoru eating his ass. Whatever that means. Still, Suguru doesn’t let go.

Choso is patient, adoring the way Satoru and Suguru aren’t looking at each other, glancing around their surroundings with matching faces. He gets their attention when he asks if they’ve ever done anything together, crosses his arms like he’s a teacher.

Satoru looks at the ground as he thinks, and Suguru feels mortified at sharing their experiences to someone who probably has way more than them.

“Do we have to tell you?” Suguru asks, voice small.

Choso laughs lightheartedly, “Well, did you guys come here to ask me how to have sex?”

Their eyes widen in shock, but Choso waves them off and says, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” and without missing a beat, he gets serious again, “But are you guys serious or are you just trying to pull my leg?”

“I’ve never been more serious! Suguru’s my best friend and the only person I love with my whole heart. I’ve basically known that I’ll be by his side since we were born,” Satoru blurts out.
Suguru feels like his heart is about to burst at the confession. Suguru knows Satoru loves him, he's been so insistent with showing it since he could remember. It's always just been between them. It's a completely different story having someone else in front of him bear witness to how cheesy Satoru can be.

Satoru stares Choso down, mouth set in determination, hand tightening around Suguru’s, expecting some kind of pushback. Childishly prove to this guy that he means what he says.

“That’s good, but it’s also okay if you’re curious,” Choso smiles, his demeanor still pleasant.

His comment has Suguru feeling like Satoru overdid it, despite how sweet it was. Maybe Choso wasn’t looking for a proclamation of undying love to uncover the hidden treasure map of butt sex.

Satoru brings his free hand to cover half his red face, for the first time since Suguru has known him, very embarrassed. Muffled by the hand Satoru says, “Well we are serious,” he lowers it and curls it into a fist, “I’d never lie about my feelings for Suguru.”

Suguru stares at the ground, bringing his other hand that’s cold from the adrenaline of all this to his cheek, willing himself to cool down. 

Choso comes closer to them and pats their shoulders, “You guys are very cute. If you want to do anal, you have to be comfortable with exploring each other’s body. In order to help you, let me know what you guys have done.”

Satoru clears his throat, “Uh, we’ve jerked each other off?” Satoru looks at Suguru, encouraging him to speak. He hesitantly does.

“Um, I’ve done stuff with his dick…” 

Choso waits expectantly.

“I’ve like, put my mouth on his dick,” Suguru says more quietly, wishing he didn’t have to say this out loud. He’s so embarrassed .

Choso crosses his arms, “So you’ve done handjobs and blowjobs,” he pauses, and nods in approval, “Well it seems that you two are healthy growing boys.”

Suguru wants to tell him that he didn’t exactly blow on Satoru’s dick, more like gave it little kisses and licked it here and there, maybe put his mouth around Satoru’s head when Satoru begged him to, but that feels even more mortifying to say out loud.

“But, uh,” Satoru grabs Choso’s attention, “how do we do the butt stuff? How do you do it through the butt?”

Choso hums in understanding, “Listen, boys. You need to be careful with any butt stuff. Head to butt, mouth to butt, penis in butt, butt to butt. Anything with the butt should be dealt with caution.”

Suguru, ever the worry worm, pleads for more information.

Choso sighs and looks at the watch on his wrist. “I almost gotta head back in. I’ll just tell you briefly, whoever is receiving needs to prep and sometimes that means either prepping yourself or having someone,” he points to Satoru, “prep you,” he points to Suguru, “but anything can be done, this is what I mean when I say you have to be comfortable exploring each other’s bodies and be comfortable with each other because butt stuff? That’s intimate shit, literally, so there needs to be communication and patience. Be sure to laugh stuff off, take it slow. You can learn a lot about each other-”

“Okay,” Satoru interjects, “What do you mean prep?”

Suguru thinks rambling must run in the family.

Choso deadpans, “Expanding the asshole.”
Suguru almost faints, “And how exactly do you do that?”

Choso nods to himself, “I think this might be better if you explore this part for yourselves. I have pamphlets I can give you guys, it’ll have all the information you need.”

“Pamphlets?” Satoru and Suguru ask at the same time.

“Yes pamphlets. They’re very informative.”

“Why do you have pamphlets?” 

Choso crosses his arms, “I went to America for a bit and found people who dedicate time in helping gay little boys like you. I brought back some of the pamphlets they give out in case I find some gay little boys like you needing some information.”

“Thank you so much, Choso-san,” Suguru says, bowing and tugging Satoru’s hand so he can do the same.

“I do it all for my little brother,” Choso says, smiling at something Satoru and Suguru can’t see.

Suguru tries not to think about the implications of that as he and Satoru follow Choso to where he says his car is. They only let go of each other’s hands once they’re out of the alley and entering the small parking lot further down the road. 

Choso’s van is beat down, but the back window is covered in stickers and magnets, colorful and in foreign letters. There’s a sticker like his pin. He opens the trunk and grabs a small box that says “SEXUAL EDUCATION - FOR MEN” in English with almost no weight to it in Suguru’s arms. Satoru takes it from him as Choso closes the trunk.

“Everything you need should be inside. And before I forget, condoms? They’re useful. Things can get messy and they’re good for a quick clean-up.”

Suguru tries to empty his mind and not focus on the fact that he’s saying this out in the open with some people walking on the sidewalk just two cars away. They thank him once again and before they leave. Suguru tells him that Yuji must be very lucky to have him as his brother.

Choso shakes his head, “No, I am the lucky one for having a brother like Yuji.”

3=D • ｡･ﾟ•ﾟ･｡

The walk back to Suguru’s was quick, their footsteps almost tripping over themselves as they tried to be casual with the box of goodies they had just gotten. He's never been more excited about pamphlets before. The sprint up to Suguru’s room was quicker, reminiscent of the way they’d escape to their horny rendezvous when they were left alone. Only this time, they have more weapons in their arsenal.

Suguru grabs a pair of scissors from his desk and tears through the tape of the box, Satoru watching him eagerly kneeled by the bed. 

Suguru smiles because he can feel Satoru's excitement and it's feeding into home and the words spoken aloud by Satoru echo in his mind and his smile grows wider, he thinks that what he has with Satoru really is special, nothing can be better than this, but when he opens the flaps of the box, he can only frown in confusion.

“Oh no.”

Yes, there are guides. Yes, there are things wrapped in plastic beyond anything Suguru and Satoru had ever seen. Yes. 

But as Suguru takes out a pamphlet that has a hand inserting two fingers into an x-ray diagram of the body, he realizes he can’t understand any of it.

Because yes, Choso went to America to learn how to help gay little boys, and he had good intentions with these pamphlets he brought back from America. But did Choso completely ignore the fact that these are in a different language than his targeted audience?! And he didn't even tell them?! 

Suguru slowly turns to Satoru, a pamphlet hanging between his fingers, “Do you know how to read English?”

Satoru's smile slowly melts into a puzzled frown, “No?”

Suguru sets the pamphlet aside and digs through the box, hoping he can find something in his mother tongue. After everything’s been deposited, he sinks into the bed, discouraged.

Satoru is thumbing through the pages, his face pensive. Language barrier be damned.

“Do you think we can take this box back to him? Or maybe ask for a box in Japanese?”
Satoru shakes his head, “Hold on, Suguru,” he picks up another pamphlet, “these pictures are surprisingly detailed. I think I know what to do.”
Suguru lifts his head, “Really? Let me see.”

And sure enough, while the letters don’t make sense, the diagrams shown are a step by step process on how to do different things to the genital area. Suddenly, a fire ignites within Suguru. A fire for knowledge.

They spend the rest of the afternoon thumbing through the pamphlets once together, and then individually. Suguru just wants to make sure he has all the information he needs to make this an experience he and Satoru can enjoy. He will not let anything get past him, he will burn these images into his brain. 

Satoru tries on a condom and proclaims that he hates the way it smells. “Let’s not use this,” Satoru suggests, standing with his shorts and underwear at his ankles, hard dick wrapped in a condom.

Suguru looks up from where he’s studying a set of pictures, possibly those blowjobs Choso was talking about. “Let’s use it the first time, just in case it gets really messy with the cum. Remember that picture of the butthole covered in cum with a big red 'X’ on it?” His eyes linger on the shape of Satoru's cock, seeing it in a new light for the first time now that he thinks about it entering him. He swallows the accumulated saliva in his mouth.

Satoru purses his lip, not agreeing with what Suguru’s saying and argues, “I can just lick it out of you.”

Suguru pauses, gut turning hot and momentarily abducted into a steamy daydream of Satoru's hot tongue gliding across, into...

Satoru waddles over to sit next to Suguru on the bed, “Suguru, I don’t think you understand. I want to taste every inch of you.”
Suguru’s eyes widen. There’s something in him that isn’t able to compute just how much Satoru loves him, probably more than he realizes, but he wishes he could be better at letting Satoru know it's the same for him. Suguru wants to lick him up too, but he’s too embarrassed to voice any of those thoughts out loud. Even after seeing all these pictures in the pamphlets, he’s bashful in asking Satoru to do all those things to him. 

As he looked at every detailed image, he imagined what it would be like if it was Satoru sticking his fingers in him, feasting on him, filling him up with... He wants Satoru inside him. And now here he is telling Suguru that what he wants is all of him.

An awakened emotion courses through Suguru. Overwhelmed with his love for Satoru combined with knowing Satoru feels the same as him, that it's enough to make him want to sob, or scream, or both. Wants to feel that big, beautiful cock inside him so they can experience this together. So he sets his chin in determination and replaces the pamphlet in his hands with Satoru’s, clutching them tightly as he exclaims, “I want to taste every inch of you too. Please, stick your dick inside of me!”

Satoru’s surprised for a second but immediately understands. They're both blushing, awkwardly facing such an intimate moment between them. They never thought about having a first time, it never occurred to them before this but they both know they wouldn't want it to be with someone else. Empowered by words and emotion, they both fearlessly face this new chapter. Together, they will overcome the obstacle of: The First Time. 

Satoru brings their hands up to his chest, dramatically accepting Suguru's proposal, “It’d be an honor to stick my dick in you. I'll do my utmost best to make you feel good!”

Suguru shyly smiles before erupting into laughter, leaning his head into Satoru’s shoulders, “I can’t take you seriously with your dick out like that.”
Satoru pouts and whines, though he's fighting back a smile, “Suguru, it’s already so hard. We’ve already read through the pamphlets, let’s just try it already!”

Suguru eyes the wetness that’s already gathered at the tip of the condom, his asshole clenching at the thought of that entering him. It excites him, and he’s nervous, so nervous, but he knows he can trust Satoru. He’s trusted him since before he could learn to talk.

“Okay, but can I at least try touching your asshole first? I kind of wanna see what’s going to happen to mine,” Suguru says as he bites his lip, unsure if Satoru will be into that, but immediately relaxes when Satoru nods his head.

“You can do anything you want to my body, Suguru,” and he stands up, putting his arms on the bed, ass in the air.

Holy shit, it’s happening. He nervously goes to stand behind Satoru, feeling almost like he’s not allowed to look at him like this. Like a mantra he envisions the diagrams from the pamphlets inserting fingers, one at a time. Suguru’s smart. It's the prep, so he has to go slow. Satoru's trusting him with his asshole, he has to be gentle.

“Let me get the lube,” Suguru mumbles to himself as he searches for the tube in the clutter on his bed.

“Let me know if you think my asshole is cute,” Satoru wiggles his ass, trying to lighten the mood as Suguru searches, although Suguru’s too caught up in searching for the damn tube, a little frazzled.

Once he’s got the lube in his hand, he thinks about how to go about this. Will Satoru feel his finger nail? Is that something he should be mindful of? He should probably go for something that allows a bit more glide; who knows what the texture of the inside of the asshole is. He grabs a condom and tears the wrapper open before he walks back over to Satoru’s asshole.

“Let me know if it hurts,” Suguru says, inserting his finger into the condom and coating the outside with lube. He only continues when Satoru assures him he’ll be vocal about his discomfort. He thinks about how he’d want Satoru to touch him, especially with this being their first time. He'd want it to be gentle, tender, loving.

So he spreads Satoru’s cheeks a little, his prep finger coming into contact with Satoru’s hole. Before he’s able to get it inside, Satoru jolts. Suguru panics.

“Sorry, I didn’t think it’d be cold,” Satoru’s ears are turning red, otherwise unphased with his head resting on his arms.

Suguru laughs it off, his heart racing, “I’ll be going in now.”

And it’s weird. The finger struggles to fully get inside. Suguru starts to wonder what it would be like if he was doing this with his dick instead and his brain denies any possibilites. When his finger eventually does enter, Suguru expects Satoru to moan or something, but he just acts like Suguru didn’t even put anything in, only flinching upon the initial intrusion, “Does it feel good?”

Satoru hums, “It feels interesting. Do you feel good?”

“Should I be?” Suguru panics more. He’s aroused but not because he’s sticking his finger into Satoru’s asshole. Now he’s starting to feel guilty. Maybe he’s approaching this wrong.

“Maybe poke around more,” Satoru gently suggests, causing Suguru to yelp when he clenches around Suguru’s finger. Satoru chuckles.

Suguru slowly inserts more of his finger, not expecting it to feel the way it does. He tells Satoru he’s going to add one more in, and is again struck with panic when Satoru doesn’t moan when he does.

“The pain feels unique,” Satoru comments like he’s talking about the weather.

“Pain?! Am I hurting you, Satoru?”
Satoru shakes his head, turning his head to look at Suguru, “No! But you’re stretching me and it’s such a weird feeling. How are you feeling?”
“Why are you asking me how I’m feeling?” Suguru tries to relax more, acting like putting his finger in Satoru's butt is second nature, the conversation not distracting him from his task.

“Well, I usually get harder when I see you touch yourself. Like it excites me to see you like that. Are you liking this part for yourself?”
Suguru thinks. “Well I haven't been able to make you moan, I feel like I’m doing something wrong.”
“You’re doing everything right, this might just be a me thing. Maybe you'll like it better.”
Suguru’s surprised at Satoru’s insight. He wouldn’t have expected him to be so introspective about all this. Maybe this is what Choso meant about exploring each other’s bodies. They’re exploring what they might like or dislike. And Suguru’s thinking he might not like this part so much. He loves Satoru with all his heart, but if it’s not making Satoru feel good, and he’s too tense to do this to let himself enjoy the moment, then it would make sense to switch places. See how that goes.

Suguru smiles, his nerves easing up, “Okay, let me just keep going, I wanna see if I can find that thing the diagram had.” He pushes his finger in deeper.

“The clit? That- Oh!”

It all happens so fast. Satoru was talking, Suguru was probing, and while he was probing, he pushed into something that made Satoru react like he’d been electrified, and in his panic, Suguru retracted his fingers, but Satoru had clenched around him, and now… the condom is no longer on Suguru’s finger. He looks at Satoru’s lube smeared asshole, horrified that it acts innocent, like it didn't just do something it's not supposed to.

“Uh, Suguru…”
“Satoru…”

“What just went inside my ass?”

Suguru frantically glances around, trying not to panic about Satoru’s asshole inhaling the condom. Is that even safe? Will he be able to take it out safely? Oh god, how is going to take it out? Does he have any tweezers around?
Suguru forces himself to think of something, staring at the asshole while Satoru looks back at him, “Okay so. I think that was your clit and you have a condom inside you.” He tries to smile.

Satoru’s mouth forms an ‘o’ as he turns back and scratches his head, “It’ll come out right? Don’t worry about it, Suguru. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Seconds pass by before Satoru straightens up abruptly and tries to walk but trips because his stupid pants at his ankles, curses, and furiously kicks them off, stomping his way over to Suguru’s full body mirror. His eyes are wide when he turns around and bends over, trying to get a look at his asshole in the mirror.

“I can't see it. It's not there,” Satoru gasps.

Suguru swallows, “No, it just slipped off and you sucked it in. Are there any health implications with that happening?”
Satoru helplessly looks at him, and at the pile of pamphlets on the bed, “How long does it take to learn English?”

“We can just go back and ask Choso-”
“No!” Satoru protests, “We are not going back there, he made fun of me for never eating ass. He didn’t even notice my puka shell necklace!”

Surely there are more pressing matters at hand than to prove something to a guy who they talked to in the back of a ramen shop. What if the condom somehow inflates and Satoru just dies?
“Does it hurt?” Suguru walks over to Satoru, runs his finger over his hole, momentarily distracted by the way it reacts to his touch. Will his asshole look that cute? He hopes so.

“No, it just feels like I’ve got something up there. I’m sure it’ll come out… eventually.”

The silence stretches on for miles, none of them moving in case it makes things worse.

“Should I get some food started?”

“Maybe, yeah. Maybe that'll do.”

So the first attempt didn’t work out the way they expected. It’s fine. To forget about what had occurred, they decide to go back to the pamphlets and think about anything that could go wrong. Learning something takes repetition so they discuss their interpretations and jot down notes in the margins of the pamphlets, studious students diligently learning the ways of the male body through pictures. They have a dialogue about the process, Satoru being serious about how he'll enter Suguru's hole. He argues the semantics of the different positions shown in the pamphlets. Satoru says he's got quite the size, defending his stance on accessing Suguru's clit like a hole-in-one. Suguru points his pencil to Satoru and says it's not the clit, it's the prostate before he agrees, silently thinking about Satoru's big dick impaling him. He really hopes he likes it (he’s too embarrassed to admit even to himself that he can already imagine loving it). But Suguru thinks he's getting better at letting himself understand what he wants.

3=D • ｡･ﾟ•ﾟ･｡

Paranoid, Suguru makes sure to pack everything that was in the box into his schoolbag in case anyone randomly decides to raid his room. Carrying it around in the hallways knowing the contents within it made him feel more anxious than ever, thinking that the teachers could x-ray vision into his bag and call his parents.

Satoru teases him about it, snickering when Suguru would jump at a false attempt to snatch his bag away. Suguru got revenge by placing a pamphlet that had a man sucking dick on the front cover inside Satoru's desk, just waiting for Satoru's reaction. And boy did he get one when Satoru opened it up and immediately shut it with a bang, the teacher glaring at Satoru and then reprimanding Suguru, who was sent into a fit of giggles, with his head down.

Finally after what feels like years, when they get home, Satoru closes his door as Suguru empties the goods onto his bed. He had carried around everything. Even the rubber wand that stands out among everything, even with its flesh color. Seeing it makes Suguru flush, scratching his neck to distract himself from the memories.

Apparently when you want something to happen, the universe works against you to delay it as much as possible. After Satoru abducted the condom, the chance to do it seemed to never come. At least not properly. They figured any time was as good as any, so they came up with game plans in case someone walked in. For the most part it worked, but they never really got far enough to get to a new point.  

Since they’re in a rush, they don’t have time for the foreplay Suguru would want. As soon as the door is shut, Satoru’s grabbing the lube and coating his fingers with possibly too much. Suguru has to confiscate it in case it runs out too soon and they’ll have to shamefully ask Choso for more. Or worse- they’ll run out when they need it the most.

Satoru’s turned out to be a great prepper, his own volition to treat Suguru with all the care in the world that he deserves. By the time his fingers are coated, Suguru’s already bent over and spreading his cheeks for Satoru. There’s no time to ogle, unfortunately. So Satoru uses his finger (no condom) to circle around Suguru’s rim and then slowly starts inserting it. His eyes shift from Suguru’s hole, to Suguru, gauging his reaction every time he does something. He really does take his time with it, observing his pointer get swallowed by Suguru's hole. It's fascinating as much as it is arousing. The sensation around his finger is great too, hot and pulsing- 

“Satoru, please, just add more fingers.”

As it turns out, Suguru loves getting penetrated. Feeling the fullness of Satoru’s initial finger moved mountains for Suguru. He couldn’t wait for Satoru to reach the clit, but he also couldn’t wait for Satoru to add more fingers. Before they completely left the ramen shop, Choso had pulled Suguru aside and said to be ready for a burn, a sign that his asshole is stretching. The first breach had Suguru tense with the anticipation of the burn. As much as Suguru was really liking Satoru pressing that sole finger along his walls, getting more turned on the more he took his time, unfortunately Satoru took too much that they couldn't progress. They saw the car pull up and had to abandon ship. Tragically, Suguru's parents had come home before Satoru could even add a second finger. 

Something always happens before he gets to the second finger.

And so now, home alone for a day, they can make it happen.

Satoru comes up to Suguru, only in his boxers after stripping his clothes, tugging on Suguru’s pants waistband to face him, unbuttoning them swiftly.

“Do you want to read over the pamphlets again?” Suguru worries about Satoru forgetting any details, especially since Satoru was adamant about not taking a single pamphlet home for his own curiosity.

Satoru kneels down, helping Suguru remove each leg from his pants. “Nah, I got the gist of it. I think we’ll be fine.” He stays down there and holds onto Suguru’s hips, staring at the bulge in Suguru’s boxers. “Can I try giving you a blowjob?”

Suguru thinks about how many times he’s gone flustered during this whole ordeal and just accepts his face outing his inner thoughts. He’s also not sure if it’s because they’re actually going to do it that he feels a new layer of tremors in his bones. But he’s not scared.

“You’re gonna try and put it all in?”
Satoru nods, the tip of his fingers tracing within the waistband, summoning goosebumps and a pulse to his dick. “The pamphlet made it pretty straightforward. We’ve also sort of done this before, but it was more-”
“-licking and sucking around it,” Suguru finished for him, nodding shyly.

“This time I’m gonna try to put it all inside my mouth,” Satoru says, not waiting for Suguru’s response as he tugs down the boxers and frees Suguru’s dick that springs free with precum already leaking.

Suguru doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he runs them through Satoru’s hair.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to do that?”
Satoru delicately holds Suguru’s dick in his hand, leaning in to sniff at the hairs at the base, nuzzling into it and lightly kissing his balls. He leans back and smirks to himself.

“Oh I know I’ll be able to do that. Just let me know how much you like it,” are Satoru’s final words before he goes in, skipping any introduction and swallowing Suguru’s dick as far as he can in one go down to make acquaintances with the back of his throat.

Suguru can barely appreciate the warmth of Satoru’s mouth around him, or the pulsing of Satoru’s throat around the head of cock. Satoru’s eyes and face are vibrantly red as he forces himself to stay put while choking and coughing around Suguru’s dick for not even three seconds before he disconnects completely, the saliva stringing them together before Satoru folds in on himself to properly hack.

Suguru kneels, smacking Satoru’s back as he continues to gag on nothing like a loser.

“Satoru, are you okay?! Oh my god, I can’t believe you were able to bring it all the way in.” Suguru is both amazed and horrified, Satoru’s eyes engraved in his mind. He even sees it when he blinks.
Satoru nods, controlling his breathing, clearing his voice before he wheezes, “Suguru, I can try again. Did that feel good?”
Suguru can’t fight the horrified expression his face shifts, rubbing Satoru’s back as he gently says, “Not really, but if it makes you feel any better, I’m more excited about you sticking your dick in me.”
It’s like it rewires the coding in his brain and reminds him of the main prerogative. Satoru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sitting back on his ankles as he looks at Suguru with set eyes.

“Then let’s get fucking.”

Satoru blows into each hand before rubbing them together, hyping himself by the bed as Suguru clears it. He ogles Suguru’s body, taking in the curves of his muscles, the way his nipples have perked from the cold, and the way his dick moves with him.

If there’s anything Satoru wants to do, it’s to make Suguru feel good. That’s his goal with this whole thing. He’s about to have sex with the love of his life, this is a big deal. He’s going to show Suguru how mature he is by treating him right, using all his life experiences to tend to Suguru’s every need.
He doesn’t need those pamphlets. They show the how, but those pieces of paper don’t know Suguru like him. So, instead he’d stand in the kitchen staring intently at the TV as his mom watched some cheesy foreign movies to see if he can pick something up that he can use for when it’s time with Suguru. He’d observe the protagonist woo the female lead with whispers, and smoldering eyes. He’ll try that on Suguru. 

Satoru’s failed at being useful by not getting turned on enough to make Suguru feel good about sticking his finger in Satoru’s butt, and he’s fairly certain he’s failed the blowjob test (he’ll ask again just to be sure), so he has to make this part right. He has to make Suguru feel good with his dick in him. 

Suguru’s all blushy as stands in front of Satoru, looping his arms around Satoru’s neck. Satoru feels their dicks brush against each other and he pulls Suguru closer. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” Suguru whispers, touching his forehead against Satoru’s.

Satoru nods, kissing Suguru gently, murmuring against his lips, “Just tell me if you need to stop at any point.”

Suguru only breathes out, too distracted with the kissing to properly respond. Satoru matches his energy by deepening the kiss, his hand on Suguru’s lower back pulling him closer. With it, he helps Suguru rock his hips to press their dicks closer. He slides a hand down to Suguru’s thigh, remembering to drag his nails, and hooks onto the back of Suguru’s knees to pull it up to his hip.

Suguru starts grinding his hips, wrapping his leg around Satoru’s waist, pulling Satoru down onto the bed with him.

They both tumble, their teeth clacking together as Suguru bounces to the floor and Satoru uses a hand on the bed to stop himself from falling onto Suguru who he has hanging off his other hand.

Suguru still has his leg loosely wrapped around Satoru’s waist as he covers his face in embarrassment, laughing as he droops onto the floor completely from Satoru’s arm. 

“Suguru, are you okay?”
Satoru squats down, the leg around him dropping, eyeing the way Suguru’s erection bobs with each chuckle. He crawls atop Suguru, prying Suguru’s hands away from his face, and Suguru looks at him so shyly, lips pursed in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I thought the bed would be closer.”
Satoru breaks into his own smile, his chest expanding with love at how cute Suguru is. “Is your back okay?”

“Yeah,” Suguru grits out, sitting up, “sorry I ruined the mood.”
Satoru laughs, leaning in to peck Suguru’s lips, staying close as he slowly says. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Suguru communicates all the appreciation through his eyes. “Are you sure?” He’s still doubtful.

“Suguru, my dick is still so hard. It’s going to burst if we don’t do something.”

Suguru’s eyes glance down, Satoru’s girthy dick calling for him with its giant tears of precum. “We’re pretty naked.” Suguru muses, almost like he’s taking it in for the first time. He lets out a big breath.

Satoru realizes that Suguru must be nervous. He’s nervous too, but the excitement outweighs all the jitters. He hadn’t considered Suguru to be feeling anxious over this; after all they’ve seen each other naked plenty of times, have held each other’s dicks more times than he can count. He’s imagined doing this with Suguru countless times since they read the pamphlets. Maybe Suguru’s thinking too much.

“I like you naked.”

Satoru fully sits on the floor, sliding his legs under Suguru’s before he grabs Suguru’s dick, his thumb taking some precum to spread it around the head. He hears the small stutter in Suguru’s inhale, motivating him to take the cock head between his thumb and pointer, biting his lip to focus on being gentle. He wants it to feel like a tickle.

“Satoru…”
Satoru almost misses Suguru begging his name, zeroing in on the way he caresses the length of his pointer of Suguru’s head, watching the precum spill out, oozing warmly down his hand. He's going to show Suguru that he didn’t ruin any mood. It exists in the first place because of Suguru’s existence. 

When he looks up, Suguru’s leaning back on his elbow, the hand to that arm in a fist while his other hand has its palm pressed to his mouth. His hair is slightly tousled, framing his face beautifully. Satoru accidentally pinches Suguru’s cockhead when he also takes notice of his hooded eyes clouded in lust, blush spreading down to his neck. Suguru shuts his eyes at the squeeze, moaning, one of his jerking legs hitting the bottom of the bed.

“Ah!”

“Did that hurt?” Satoru lets go of Suguru’s dick to massage Suguru’s impacted knee, leaning forward in worry.

“No, I really liked it,” Suguru whines, opening his eyes to see why Satoru let go.

“You liked hitting your knee?”
Suguru frowns, rises to lean on his hand. “Satoru, can you please focus?”
“I am focused! I just want to know if you moaned because of your knee or because of me. I have to-”
Suguru doesn’t say anything as he sits up and crashes his lips against Satoru’s, blindly grabbing Satoru's hand and directing it to his cock. Satoru doesn’t need to be told twice, wrapping his hand around both of their cocks as best as he can. Suguru’s hungrily kissing him, making breathless moans when Satoru’s tongue meets his, pulling him closer with his arms wrapped around Satoru’s neck, chest to chest. It turns into a sloppy kiss where their tongues take turns being sucked on, slurping wet noises echoing through the room..

“Wait,” Satoru says in between kisses.

“What now?” Suguru has curled his legs around Satoru’s waist, sitting almost completely on Satoru’s lap. He takes over Satoru’s job of jacking them off when Satoru’s hand momentarily stops.

“I need to finger your ass.”

Suguru stops his movements, lips still on Satoru’s as his brain catches up to Satoru’s statement. Satoru thinks he can hear the wheels turning in Suguru’s brain.

“Also my legs are falling asleep.”
That makes Suguru groan, laxing the grip his legs have on Satoru, leaning his forehead against Satoru’s sternum as he collects himself. He starts shaking from incoming giggles.

“This is so- Let’s get on the bed then,” Suguru moves back to let Satoru stand. 

Satoru stomps his feet to get them to respond, and notices Suguru hasn’t stood up yet. Instead he’s looking at Satoru’s erection with curiosity, bottom lip between his teeth.

“What’s going through your head, Suguru?”

Suguru blinks at him, getting to his knees, hands resting on his thighs.

“I think I can give you a better blowjob.”

Satoru’s eyes grow wide, dick responding accordingly to Suguru saying “blowjob.”

“Well there's only one way to find out.”
Suguru gets closer, flicking his hair back, eyes never leaving Satoru’s erection. Satoru quickly grabs a pillow and gestures it to Suguru who haphazardly shoves it under his knees and pulls Satoru closer to by the hips. 

Satoru pushes back Suguru’s hair, the silky strands running through his fingers, “Whenever you’re ready.”
Suguru smirks and looks up through his lashes, “Oh, I'm more than ready, are you ready?”

He doesn’t have time to respond, Suguru goes right in, licking the bottom of Satoru’s length before taking the whole head in. Satoru’s knees almost give out at the hotness of Suguru’s mouth, his tongue swirling around and flattening around the tip, pressing into the slit. Satoru holds onto Suguru’s head, fingers curling into his hair to stop himself from cumming too soon, from falling onto Suguru from being overwhelmed. Holy shit. He tightens his grip in Suguru’s hair and makes his knees go rigid to prevent his legs from giving in, watching Suguru’s lips slowly take in more and more.

Satoru can barely register anything else as his heart beats widely, loudly, head growing lightheaded, overcome with the feeling of Suguru's mouth consuming new grounds, slowly, then pulling back to start all over. Each movement sends his gut on fire, his whole body shuddering itself into a state of white noise, like he’s not actually in his body. The room is filled with Satoru's desperate gasps from trying to keep it together and Suguru's noises, slowly growing louder as he gets more used to motion. 

Satoru's snapped out of his brain fog of lust when Suguru attempts at hollowing his cheeks but starts coughing, teeth scraping Satoru’s dick as he throws himself off to cough. 

“Oh my god!” Satoru kneels down, biting his lip from the pain he feels ebbing through his bones from his dick, “Suguru, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Suguru strangles out, rubbing his throat with his hand, face redder than it was before, “Choked on my own spit,” he rasps

Satoru can't help but let out a laugh, pulling Suguru into a hug. Suguru tries to pull away but Satoru only lets him go enough to be face to face. 

“You almost bit my dick off, but Suguru you’re not gonna believe this-”

Suguru rolls his eyes, his frown fighting to be turned into a smile, “Yeah, yeah, you thought it was hot. Then let me cough on your dick again, I'm sure that's soooo sexy!”

“I’m offended that you think it’s not!” Satoru exclaimed, bewildered, “The minute your mouth touched my dick I was gonna cum. It took everything in me to not do that right away.”

A new layer of red spreads on Suguru's cheeks but his face is pure confidence, “It was way better than your sorry excuse of a blowjob.”

Satoru’s mouth drops open. “You bit down on mine! You’d have to live with me shoving that rubber thing up your butt!”

“At least it won’t cry if I accidentally bite on it! Is your dick that weak? It was a graze!”

Satoru gasps. “My dick isn’t weak! Let me show you what it can do! Bend over and spread those cheeks because I’m gonna make you cum!”

Suguru gets into position, but his eyes shoot daggers at Satoru before he turns to face the wall. “Is your dick okay?” he mumbles into crossed arms.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Satoru says, hissing when he strokes his dick too hard at the head. “Where’s the lube?” He can’t see it on the bed, or on the floor.

Suguru’s arm slides across the bed, shuffling through the sheets. “Here it is.”

Satoru squeezes the tube, and it makes a farting noise. “Oh.”

“Satoru.”
“It’s fine, there’s enough on my hand already.” Maybe.

Satoru coats his dick, sparing barely just enough for his fingers. He repeats his routine with his first finger, still marveling at the sensation like he’s never done it before. The second finger has Suguru letting out a gasp.

“You like that?”
“Stop talking, Satoru.”

Satoru moves his fingers around gently, sliding in and out for his own fascination with the suction. It was pornographic the way it sucked Satoru's fingers right in, molding around his digits like it was made just for him. 

“Suguru, your asshole is amazing!”

Suguru only huffs in response, trying to ignore everything else to focus on the sensation of having something inside him.

The two fingers continue circling around, and Satoru tries to find the prostate, separating his fingers as much as he can, encouraged with the soft groans Suguru’s making.

And then he grazes something that makes Suguru whine.

“Was that it? Did I find it?”

“Satoru.”

“What?” Satoru wonders if it’s time to add in a new finger. He continues moving his fingers and presses into something, with slight pressure.

“You- ah!”

Satoru stares blankly at the back of Suguru’s head nestled in the crook of his elbow, hair spread out. That sounded… hot. Super hot. He adds in a third finger, and goes right back to where he’s found the clit. Suguru clenches around him and pushes against Satoru with each swipe he makes, trying to muffle himself with his arm. Satoru relentlessly massages into it, finding himself breathing heavily the more squirmy Suguru gets, the louder his noises become.

“Satoru please, your dick-” Suguru can’t even finish his sentence, muttering pleadings for Satoru to keep moving his fingers.

Satoru plays around with Suguru's hole more before he starts pumping his dick in preparation for his landing. But Choso's sneer suddenly pops up in the back of his mind, and he glances over to Suguru's ass, the ass so plush he can't see his hole. So he spreads his cheeks, clutching onto the fat and hears the twitchy, beautiful hole calling his name. So he responds by shoving his tongue right in and holding onto Suguru's hips when he jolts forward.

“Satoru!”

He eats Suguru's ass like it's a birthday cake. Flicks his tongue in and out, reaching as much of Suguru's walls as he can, his tongue a snug fit that has Satoru start humping the edge of the bed. Presses his tongue flat against the hole, lapping it up like it's Satoru's favorite popsicle. He presses kisses to it the more Suguru starts to cry about the sensation, sucks on the hole gently then harshly when Suguru starts to move away.

“It's too much Satoru!”

But it's not. Satoru slides a finger by his tongue, working both to keep Suguru panting and moaning. Alternating between shoving his finger and his tongue, when he has his finger fucking Suguru, his tongue explores more of the valley between his best friend's cheeks. Presses sloppy kisses against the skin between his balls and ass, squishes his nose against the sensitive area when Suguru scoots back abruptly. Shakes his head with his tongue flat, panting, against the spot as he savors more of Suguru's skin, tasting him in the most intimate of places that even Suguru won't come to know. 

Slides that tongue up, panting like a dog on his way back to Suguru's hole, huffing hot air into it, licks it, then pulling back to gently blow, latching back onto it when it convulses, and Suguru wails. He surrounds the hole with his lips, and sucks on a beat, matching the pulsing he feels in his cock. He can't help himself when he bites Suguru's asscheek, his molars aching to bite down harder so he does. Suguru starts whacking his arm, weakly, so Satoru lets go but gives a kiss before he goes to another expanse of skin that is untouched, starting with a gentle bite and then unable to stop himself from leaving deep teeth marks. He returns to Suguru's hole and tries making out with it, the lube and his spit running down his chin, down Suguru's taint. He shoves his tongue as far as he can, wildly moving it around to reach the clit. Suguru loudly calls for Satoru but Satoru doesn't hear it. Keeps Suguru's upright when he starts collapsing while he eats his ass for his own sanity, for the primal instinct awakening within him. He loves this. Satoru loves that Suguru is making all this noise because of him.

“Please, Satoru,” Suguru breathes, teeth marks on his arm.

“I need to see you.” Satoru helps Suguru flip over, thinking that he wants to see Suguru when he puts it in. To his disappointment, he can't see Suguru's faces while he eats his ass, but he'll remedy that by having Suguru on his back.

Suguru's eyes are wet, and even though he isn't crying he looks at Satoru with a pouting face.

“I told you to stop,” he says.

“Suguru, I don't know what came over me. You just… Are you upset that I didn't?”

Suguru wipes his eye and lets Satoru pull him closer. “I’m upset that you did,” he mutters.

Satoru chuckles, shaking his head while he pushes Suguru's legs back, testing his flexibility. Suguru yelps when Satoru gets his knees by his ears.

“Don't worry. It's dick to ass time. Hold your legs back for me.”

Suguru does as he's told, looking away.

“Don't be shy, Suguru. It's just me. I was just down there.”

Suguru shoves Satoru's chin with his toe. “You need to stop talking sometimes.”

Satoru teasingly smiles, ready to say something witty but his eyes go to Suguru's incredibly rigid dick, red and profusely spilling precum onto his stomach. “Were you about to cum from me eating your ass?”

Satoru puffs up with pride even when Suguru shoves his head away with his foot. “What did I tell you?” 

“Is that why you're so upset?”

“I will shove that rubber stick up my own ass if you don't shut up!”

Feeling like Suguru is actually serious, Satoru slowly brings his dick in and he huffs out two exhales before he goes in. And it might be because Satoru is the best prepper in the world that his dick goes in without much trouble. And holy shit, no one warned Satoru about what it would feel like to actually have his dick inside Suguru. The pulsing that greets him, every little muscle that contracts, he feels it all. It feels so delicious. He's barely gotten his head in and he already has to hold his breath to stop himself from cumming so hard, he can feel the buildup aching in his balls and cock, everwhere. The more he slides in, the harder it is to hold back. His whole body is trembling, his cock hurts too much. When he tries to pull out to test the suction, he regrets it immediately.

Suguru's reactions aren't helping. He's making the most erotic noises Satoru has ever heard that even his own face starts to burn, but his ears take in each intonation created by Suguru's vocal chords. And he hasn't even put it all in.

He uses Suguru's hips for leverage, sliding little by little for his own sanity and gasping, biting his lip in vain and letting out his own groans.

“Suguru, you're so fucking tight.”

Suguru makes a noise of protest, jumbled words of satisfaction between heavy breathes. His legs have gone slack and his arms are over his eyes. That will not work for Satoru!

Satoru hauls Suguru's legs on his shoulder, stuttering his movements when his dick inches further into Suguru. Fuck.

“Let me see your face Suguru,” he grunts, doing his best to withdraw Suguru's arms, but he's met with resistance, Suguru doing his best to bounce further onto his dick.

As he's fighting with Suguru, who he's impressed with being able to even put up a fight, he unintentionally thrusts forward. His dick slides further along Suguru's plush walls and it's so mindblowingly satisfying that he can't help but shoot his hot cum into Suguru, coating his insides completely. It makes Suguru go limp with a cry, eyes shut and mouth gaping, wiggling around and tightening his legs around Satoru as he ends up cumming so hard, it coats their chins with enough to drip. Satoru looks at the sticky mess between them, letting go of Suguru's arms and falling onto him, sighing before their heavy breaths synchronize. Shoves his face into Suguru's neck and gives his sweaty skin a lazy lick.

“Dick to my clit,” Suguru mumbles with a hazy smile, wrapping himself around Satoru to bring him closer, humming a hoarse tune.

Satoru stays inside him, enjoying the sensation of Suguru's walls hugging him, welcoming him in, and treating his dick so right.

“That was nice,” Suguru whispers.

Satoru already thinks it could have gone better. Could have given Suguru a proper taste of what his cock feels like to thrust inside him properly. But he is satisfied with one thing. 

Ass loads satisfied.

“I'm the best ass eater, huh.”

“Let's just enjoy this moment of peace, Satoru.”

“I'm gonna tell Choso I made you cum from my ass eating.”

“Get your dick out of my ass right now.” 

“But it's so cozy in here.”

“Made yourself right at home, huh.”

“Brought my own decorations and everything. You feel so nice, so safe.”

“You got a game plan for the clean up?”

“Suguru, you worry for nothing. I'll just eat it out of you.”