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Satoru hums, feeling the rush of hair flow through Suguru’s nose as he reciprocates the kiss. Satoru had just stolen a kiss that was semi-innocent but was also kinda sorta him trying to initiate some heavy petting.
Suguru had let out this breathy soft little moan that caused the blonde to snap. He had pinned him down and let out a desperate low groan at the eager attitude Suguru had donned, daintily tattooed hands fumbling to unbutton pants and strip him of his shirt.
It hits him all at once what this intense scene means for them. They’re about to fuck for the first time.
(‘Satoru don’t be crude, we’re making love’ the little angel Suguru on his left shoulder says to him)
Satoru has been waiting for this moment. This isnt saying that he was like, pressuring Suguru or expecting the other man to give him sex because that's super shitty. Just extreme arousal towards his boyfriend that makes him want to hump a chair like a dog to eliminate the actual painful pulsing in his dick. The man makes him feel like a wild animal.
Moments of him tying his hair up and seeing his nape? He has to bite his clenched fist and readjust in his pants. Do you see how down bad he is? His fucking nape! Like some Victorian man seeing a poor woman’s ankles for the first time.
Moments of Suguru putting on an apron and— oh the way it cinches his waist. God his waist is so tiny that Satoru genuinely can't help but walk up and semi-innocently caress and hold it while bugging Suguru.
Moments of Suguru deciding to sunbathe his gorgeous bronze skin in the pool in their apartment complex and Satoru sitting there losing his fucking mind over the cute little blue bikini his boyfriend had put on.
But this? This is marvelous. He cant wait to fuck Suguru until he’s crying, until he’s panting and shaking in pleasure and crawling away because the dicking was marvellous. Until he walks with a wobble in his legs and sitting wonkily on the chair.
They have done heavy petting before, like Satoru feeling him up while he’s watching a True Crime documentary on the TV. He always starts out tame, coming out of his room post stream and flopping onto Suguru who accepts the cuddling with a huff.
Then Satoru would shift a lot and his hand would raise up to the rest of Suguru’s chest and would keep accidentally brushing his nipple, his nipple which seems to be a direct nerve link to his clit. Suguru stews in his misery, for a bit, tense and horny but not wanting to disturb his partner.
He quickly learns that is not the case as a few minutes later finds him getting finger banged within an inch of his life and letting Satoru hump his ass even though the black haired man had offered to suck him off.
Now though? Now this is real. Ok, well, what they’ve done before is also sex but this is penetrative sex yadda yadda.
He cant take the seriousness of this moment so he cracks a joke. “You ready to take this dick, mamas?” and as the words escape his mouth the sheer sensation of cringe passes so strongly that he wonders if he went flaccid. He’s clearly spending way too much time online.
The purple eyed man turns to look at him in genuine awe at the fact that he’s about to get pussy and yet the other man just said the corniest and horniest shit he could’ve said. Whatever, Suguru is the dumbass for choosing him but Satoru is never letting him go! He treats his boyfriend like a queen.
“Sorry” he says just to say it.
“Just fuck me already”
“Hey, hey, no need to rush” They had already led with some nice and heavy foreplay, Suguru’s boyshorts having been taken off with the taller man's teeth in a move that made the black haired man's clit pulse.
Satoru acquiesces regardless and leans back to grab his Calvin Kleins and pull them down. Suguru’s hungry eyes follow lasciviously as the white bushy happy trail down to the thicket of hair that shrouds everything is revealed.
Now, while Suguru was kind of passively aware that his boyfriend is tall and muscular and had even seen and felt his dickprint too many times to count, he had never fully processed what it would mean for him.
His boyfriend of 3 months, pulled his dick out and Suguru just has to say—
“No”
The taller man laughs lightly. “What do you mean ‘no’”
“No, I’m not letting you put that thing in me. Satoru, I’ll actually die, are you kidding.” Suguru says deadpan looking up at his boyfriend through his lashes.
“C’mon, we’ll prep yeah?” He says softly to him and it makes his eyes go crossed at the sweet words before logic and reason snaps back into him.
“No fucking way, that thing is easily like 9 inches”
“9.3 inches.” Satoru says and it quickly reminds the younger one that his boyfriend was in a frat.
“Why am I not surprised that Gojo Frat-oru knows that?” He sighs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. He also neglects to offer the information of young hypersexual Suguru deepthroating popsicles and phallic fruit to see how much can fit in his throat…
The answer was 7 inches last time he checked.
“Every dude with a dick does it! It’s like a right of passage to measure our dicks babe” Satoru whines and hobbles on his knees closer to the black haired man. Suguru has to pause and evaluate that, yes, this is the man he’s going to let fuck him right now. This is also the man he’s gonna marry the fuck out of.
“Enough chitter chatter. I wanna fuck your mouth. For too long I’ve wanted to feel that cute little tongue on my dick” Satoru groans at the thought and Suguru watches against his will (not really) as the taller man's cock twitches. A pearlescent bead of precum wells up at the tip and slides down the side slowly.
Suguru’s eyes widened at the demanding request. The vulgarity isn't new but it feels so sudden here. He resolutely turns his head away and closes his eyes in denial, refusing to entertain Satoru’s explicit horniness.
“Ohoho! Look at my sweet dear boyfriend! Denying that he’s a raunchy desperate slut for this dick. Don’t act like you don’t love to hear the shit I plan to do to you, I can see your clit twitching” Satoru roughly grabs his boyfriends jaw and turns his head to force eye contact.
The way in which his whoreish pillow princess turns red at his words makes Satoru want to ruin him, make his eyes red and raw from sobbing, face splotchy and covered in his cum, lube, spit and tears. Wants to choke him out and watch his sweet little boyfriend squirt and tremble after.
Suguru has said he’s only squirted once before on his own anyways, might as well make it more.
The demure affronted little prude act is hot as hell though.
Satoru leans down slowly, pinning Suguru to the bed with his body weight and leans into his ear. Starting with a gentle bite on the shell of his ear, he watches as goosebumps break out across the skin of the man beneath him. Trailing kisses and bites are adorned across the smaller mans neck and chest, a nice dark love bite over his jugular and a line leading to his perky pierced nipples. Strong sucking and licking, the attention being paid to him right now, it makes Suguru arch his breath and whine needily, wanting Saforu to move on and fuck him already.
Satoru laughs, pinning Suguru's shaking legs with his own powerful thighs and bringing a hand up to brush the lingering hair from Suguru’s sweaty and sticky skin.
“Guess what?” Comes the low comment. Suguru doesnt respond for a second, floating on a cloud from the close intimacy and teasing. The Gojo heir pats at his cheek not hard enough to hurt but enough to make a clapping sound and garner the attention of the man below him.
“Hm?” The distracted reply makes Satoru smirk.
“Lets see something eh?” Satoru leans back and gestures for Suguru to look down. Leaning their forehead together for a second, Satoru positions his dick over Suguru’s mound and measures up to a little past his belly button. The reality of this moment, the teasing dominant nature of showing off how Satoru is going to ruin him, makes Suguru mewl and attempt to close his legs.
“Deep...” is all he can manage to get out. He almost loses his mind thinking about how he’s gonna be ruined, how he’s gonna have to walk with a crazy limp. He can feel the gratitude radiating to Nanami for offering to train the kids tomorrow.
“Yeah baby? So deep. Gonna move and rearrange that sweet little cunt until my pretty girl cries.” Suguru’s clit pulses at that and he almost grabs the older to force him to move or do something, anything.
“Can’t help yourself hmm?” Satoru says lowly, voice gravely and raw as he smears pre-cum into Suguru’s twitching tummy. ”That must feel too good?”
“Ngh”
“What do we do about this baby?” Satoru teases.
“Put it in,” Suguru whines impatiently, kicking at Satoru’s lower back in annoyance and desperation.
“Put what in?”
“You know what I mean” Suguru huffs at the denial, realizing the taller man is going to make him say it. “Your..your dick”
“My dick you say? Where? Here?” Satoru dips his dick into the man's bellybutton and watches him twitch violently at the sensation. “Or hold up, do you mean here?” He rubs his dick down and circles his rim gently, pressing and almost losing his shit and fucking Suguru blind right there. The greedy trembling and the way the dusky pucker kissed his tip. He smirks at the gasp from Suguru at Satoru threatening to push it in with no prep.
“No! In my pussy, you dickhead” Suguru growls out in frustration while bucking his hips up.
“Guess who’s about to put their dick head in you? Don’t act like you don’t love this. Nasty fucking slut” Satoru pries his jaw open with one massive bear paw of a hand and spits into his mouth. Suguru gags and cries out but keeps his mouth open until Satoru slaps his cheek and makes him swallow.
“Shut up and fuck me already” Suguru’s blush deepens to a scarlet red on his face and drags the man into a kiss before he can respond with anything else shameful and embarassing like that. He begins to push in.
Satoru watches as Suguru’s head snaps back and his mouth opens, displaying those sharp vampire-like incisors in his mouth. The man’s back arches in a perfect bow as Gojo pushes in, breaching that little hole in half inch increments.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” He chants, overwhelmbed by the full sensation inside of him. “Are you in yet?? I’m gonna burst oh god”
A breathless laugh erupts from above him. “Oh baby no. Look” He encourages the black haired man to see what's actually happening down below. “Barely halfway in hun”
“Oh” Satoru can feel his cunt shake around him, pulsing with need, trying to suck him in and push him out at the same time.
“Okay okay” Suguru takes a deep breath, shaking hand and playing with his lip. “Okay just do it then” he tries some more deep breaths to calm himself down. It’s sorta working.
“C’mon baby just look at me hmm?” Satoru coos, coaxing the man below him to make eye contact. Stroking his hair and flank, so his baby lets his guard down, so he relaxes. He pretends that this is for the sake of getting him to calm down, when really what he wants is—
“AH OH MY NGH” Suguru wails out very loudly, back arching aggressively into a deep ‘U’ shape as his eyes cross. His nails scratch at Satoru’s back trying to cope with the sudden stretch.
—-he was waiting for exactly that.
Good news is that Satoru is all the way in now. The last thrust seemed to be what he needed. The even better news is that as he goes to pull back and thrust back in, he watches a bump in Suguru’s stomach move and realizes that that’s his cockhead poking out. He’s hit by an insanely heavy pang of pure want.
Getou gasps as Satoru’s hand goes down to press at the bump and a small hurt noise bubbles out of him involuntarily. “Full” he mewls.
“Full baby? I’m filling you up real good right now?” Satoru repositions his grip on Suguru’s hips, digging into the soft flesh with demanding fingers and speeds up his thrusts.
“YE-ah Yes! Can’t breathe oh” His yelps, voice cracking as he whines and pants like he really cant catch his breath.
“Mmm, just like that,” Suguru’s hips are bucking into the sensations, his legs are tightening around the white haired man's hips as powerful thrusts smack wetly against his ass, lubed by the sheer amount of slick Suguru is leaking. Somehow, he can find the energy to be embarrassed at the noises right now.
Satoru grabs his legs and hikes them over a shoulder each, renewing the vigour behind his thrusts until one well aimed one causes a hard cough from Suguru.
“Nooo~ too deep” Suguru tries to push at Satoru’s chest to get him to stop hitting his cervix but his hands are so weak from all the pleasure wracking through his body.
For a moment Satoru considers holding him down and forcing him to take it immediately but something better pops into his head.
He lets Suguru’s squirming and whining actually come to fruition after pounding away at his cervix for a bit, letting the man scramble up the bed and away from the overwhelming sensation of such a deep part of him being touched. Suguru is panting frantically, hand between his legs squeezing as if to hide that pretty little pussy from the other man.
God the way his boyfriend acts makes him feel predatory. Suguru’s been compared to a fox and a cat but Satoru feels like he’s the wolf hunting down a bunny right now. The pounding heart and timid look on his face makes him want to ruin him.
Satoru lets a slow, raunchy smirk grace his face.
“You can’t take it anymore, baby?” He cooes slowly, lowly and condescendingly, looking at the black haired man's chest inhaling like a hummingbird.
Suguru shakes his head quietly, hair falling into his face as he looks down. His eyes are wide like bambi and he’s rapidly blinking.
“But I’m still hard? You don’t want to help me out?”
Getou obviously struggles at that line, wanting to help get Satoru off but the sensations of him hammering away at his cervix made him feel like he was going to piss himself or something.
Gojo sees that he’s getting through to him and can feel the predator in him cock its head enticingly.
“I assumed that’s how you like being treated,” Satoru says meanly, a lecherous and greedy glint in his eyes as he watches Suguru’s press his legs together to stave off the sensation.
“No…Just be gentle okay? And- and go slower this time...” Suguru trails off voice shaking a bit.
“Okay. We have a deal sweet girl, come here then” He says and the lie in his voice is probably detectable because Suguru shuffles slowly while looking at him warily.
Bunny hopping right into his jaws thinking its safe.
When Suguru gets within reach, Satoru grabs his hair and his legs, ignoring the yelp and whine he gets at the rough treatment before pinning the other man down.
Snapped up and taken in a flash, naïveté getting it caught.
“You promised to be gent-“ Suguru gets cut off by a callous chuckle. He tries to wiggle free and just gets the hand to tighten due to his efforts. Suguru shoves his palm over Satoru’s mouth to deter the man from leaving more bites on his shoulders, to deter the man from whispering dirty, scandalous things in his pierced ears.
“Acting like some kinda dainty virgin when you and I both know that you love the pain. You love knowing that I’m bruising you, that I’m ruining you” Suguru shakes his head vehemently, eyes closed and tears starting to leak. He buries his head into the pillow.
“Don’t hide from me, princess.” He wrenches Suguru’s neck back, rough but cautious all the same. He watches Suguru’s air get restricted from the position and at that he finally pushes his straining dick back in.
The wet squelch that sounds out around the room is all the answers he needs. Suguru screams out, drool running down his face as he seems to have lost motor control. The grunt he lets out at the feeling of the white haired man's cock touching his cervix makes Satoru want to make him cry even harder.
Suguru’s whole body is tense, his arms clawing at the sheets by his head and he strains for breath from the deep arch Satoru’s pressure on his back is forcing. He can feel his clit grinding against the sheets and relaxes as pleasure hits him from all sides.
Surprisingly tender, Satoru smothers him in kisses, murmuring something along the lines of ‘needy whore’ before gladly enveloping Suguru in a rough wet kiss, which is more of just teeth and breathing into each other's mouth than anything. The moment he does pull away, though, the older man grins, feral— before slamming up and knocking Suguru’s breath out of his lungs again.
“S-Sah--!”
“Satoru!” The white haired man mocks nastily, voice pitched as he fucks into Suguru’s gripping heat, huskily groaning right after when the tattooed man bears down on his cock, pussy eager to gobble his dick. “Feelin’ so good you suddenly go stupid, baby?”
Satoru repositions, hard thrusts smacking against Suguru’s ass like he wants a giant bruise to form. Instead, he groans as he leans back and gains leverage by hooking his hand back into Suguru’s hair like his hair is a reign. He’s hitting him deep and getting loud moans and whines for his efforts.
“Sa-to-ru~” Bliss is written all over his words, losing his mind at the aggressive fucking. He’s getting railed like the other man wants to bury himself inside forever and never separate again. All of his inhibitions are lowered, he feels drunk on all of it.
He starts to fuck himself back on Satoru’s cock erratically as he gets close to cumming. He feels like a giant ball of nerves and the fire in his gut is getting unbearable.
“There we go” Satoru groans out, head thrown back in satisfaction.
“Don’t stop, dont stop dont stop, gonna cum please dont-“ he gets cut off by wild yowl of pleasure as the angle of thrusting changes. Instead of the brushing against his g-spot from before, it’s direct hits.
“Don’t worry baby, wasn't thinking about it” It sounds dark, the way it comes out of Satoru. He didn't know his boyfriend could get so mean.
“Gonna cum, kutabareee” Suguru whimpers out the profanity and cries out as Satoru reaches forward to smack at his cheek before shoving his fingers in to hook his cheek.
“Don’t say that to me, I’m doing you a service right now. Who knows who else you would’ve begged to fuck you instead, fucking slut”
“No- Nobody else, not a slut” He struggles to get out.
“Oh, shut up” He says, smacking his cheek again with wet fingers. Suguru’s blurry gaze barely focuses at even the rough treatment. “Play with those perky nipples till they’re swollen”
“But-“
“Suguru, I want to see them raw.” He says firmly, meanly, and it earns him a tight clench around his length for his lewd words. Why does he enjoy it when Satoru bullies him like this?
Suguru begins rubbing his nipples gently, thumbing around them before Satoru smacks his ass hard and startles a yelp out of Suguru. He obeys the wordless command and starts plucking and pinching at them, crying and hiccuping at the stinging sensations that go straight to his sore, red clit.
“No, no, no, no, i'm gonna come” comes the frantic response.
“Go ahead princess, just know that I’m not gonna stop till you squirt”
“Oh god, ahhh~” The man below him utters a guttural and raw cry before seizing. His breath stops for a second and Satoru pulls back to admire the show. Suguru screams out loudly, eyes rolling back and pussy clenching so hard around Satoru that the man can't help but laugh maniacally at the feeling. Suguru feels like he’s gonna fucking die, he didn’t even know people could die from feeling too good.
Satoru reaches his hands down, hunches over Suguru to continue playing with the man's nipples to draw out his mind blowing orgasm.
“I- I can’t, stop for a sec” Suguru whines, neck weak. Sayoru ignores his pleas and he’s fucking into him like he’s searching for gold, when he gets his reward.
“SATORU! Stop, im gonna fucking piss, stop it” He yells, struggling to unpin himself from the man above him. He’s gonna piss all over the bed which is just so fucking embarassing. The one track mind his boyfriend took on has now made it virtually impossible to do so anyways.
He’s treating him like he’s an unbelievably tight and wet flesh light that’s been perfectly molded around his thick cock, just taking, and taking, and taking as he huffs into the crook of Suguru’s shoulder, nibbling there and biting down when the pleasure spikes.
He’s using him like he’s one of those sex dolls. His pussy feels hot, frothing with how rough and wet everything Satoru is doing down there is.
“That's not pee, baby” Satoru croons, excited for the show to come.
Suguru’s eyes cross and he goes still this time, squirt gushing out powerfully from his little pussy. A silent scream leaves his mouth in an ‘o’ shape and Satoru kisses him for a second. Satoru pulls out and fingers him to keep the stream going, each gush more powerful than the next. Arching away, away, away from the barrage of stimulation.
His boyfriend is violently shaking, a steady loud whine sounds out around the room. Pleading under his breath for a break from the onslaught.
“There we go” He says. “God you’re so perfect, look at you” Satoru says after Suguru has finally stopped cumming. Hiccuping and crying is all the sound coming from Suguru. Satoru rolls the man over gently, kissing him and helping him regulate his breathing.
Finally when the shaky breaths are slow and not on track to hyperventilation, Satoru pulls back a bit. They're still essentially breathing into each other's mouths, foreheads touching again.
“You didn't get to come” Suguru croaks out, voice hoarse and destroyed from all the screaming and wailing.
“You gonna help me baby?”
“Mm” Suguru hums weakly.
“Keep going? Is this the same sweet girl who was saying you couldn't take it earlier who now wants to be my cocksleeve and service me eh?” Suguru doesn’t even respond, too tired to be ashamed. He just answers with a meek “yes.”
Satoru lets a puff of air through his nose, amused and in love. He lets his fingers trace the dragon tattoo on Suguru’s back and brush his hair out the way. Suguru is still shaking a bit, back covered in a light sheen of sweat. He turns his head to look at Satoru and it allows the latter to see his gorgeous puffy red eyes tear filled and exhausted. Satoru strokes a finger over his lover's perpetual eyebags, a genetic thing that Suguru seems to be a bit insecure of.
“M’kay then. And you’re ready? Want me to cum deep in you and get you pregnant baby? Wife you up and leave you barefoot and plump in our house?” Satoru whispers into Suguru’s ear, fingers on his other hand circling Suguru’s sopping slick hole. He brings the shiny fingers up to his mouth and licks them as Suguru’s watches with dazed eyes.
The calm euphoric smile on Suguru’s face makes Satoru want to do something to disturb it again. This leads to the hot smacks he rains down on the younger man's cunt. He rocks his hips deeply in, not fucking him again quite yet, but trying to bury himself as deeply as he can into his lover. Soft squishy walls are shaking around him and he feels Suguru’s legs shiver.
“No, Satoru- no—hurts, stop- don’t stop” Indecisive, Suguru can't decide if the stinging pain is making him hornier or if it's the way Satoru growls in his ear at the reaction. He likes it but also can’t stand it.
“I’ll leave this precious little snatch alone for now” Satoru pledges, yet another semi-lie. He plans to finish up soon actually, he can tell that despite the overwhelming arousal and steaminess they are both experiencing, Suguru is the type to fall asleep after a few rounds. He can terrorize Suguru another night.
“Want you to suck me off a bit. How does that sound?” Satoru begins to broker a deal with his boyfriend.
The whine Suguru lets out is beautiful and vulnerable and it makes Satoru want to hide him away forever.
“Is that a yes?” He says gently as he brushes stray hairs from Suguru’s sweaty forehead. He’s leaned in over the man's body now, sculpted abdomen rubbing his sensitive clit as he shifts a bit. He soaks in the sob that the black haired man emits at that.
“Y-eah” His voice cracks mid word. His attention is directly on Satoru, wholly surrounded and caged in by him. All he can smell is Satoru, all he can taste is Satoru, all he can feel is Satoru, all he can feel is Satoru. Satoru overwhelms his hearing too, murmuring dirty, lewd remarks into his ear.
“Mm, good” Is all the man says before he leans up off of Suguru, who moans in complaint at the weight loss, and pulls out of him slowly.
The possessive part of him —all of him—takes the time to admire the clenching hole, gaping under its stretch and leaking creamy white cum steadily. He runs a finger through it and brings his slimy fingers up to Suguru’s parted mouth.
His boyfriend obediently sucks the fingers into his mouth, tongue dancing around them and cleaning them dutifully. He gags though when Satoru presses down on his tongue and further into his mouth, choking him.
Satoru has to force himself to snap out of it.
He leans back and gets off the edge of the bed, his movement lazily tracked by Suguru’s tired neck and eyes. He smiles at his boyfriend who lets out a shuddery sigh.
Patiently, he begins to reposition Suguru to the end of the bed by him, head hanging off the edge and right in front of Satoru's bobbing cock wet cock. The slick and cum still on his dick from their earlier session leaves a shine on it that makes Suguru’s legs clench to stave off the feeling of pure, melting lava in his tummy.
He didn't think this would be the position that Satoru would choose but after everything that's happened so far, his boyfriend's mean streak is now apparent.
Satoru rubs his hands down Suguru’s body as the man breathes, dick bobbing and brushing the black haired man's cheek as he gets his fill. He centers himself.
“Alright baby, c’mere” Satoru says, looking down into Suguru’s eyes. Teary, puffy, plum coloured eyes look back up at him as he rubs his dick around his face, smearing pre-cum, cum and slick all around his beautiful bronze skin. Suguru’s tongue sneaks out to catch a taste and Satoru, feeling kind, lets him.
The man below him hums at the taste, tongue circling and licking greedily at it. He wants more and Satoru is very inclined to grant him his wish.
The man above him slaps his cheek with his wet cock before grabbing his jaw roughly and digging his fingers into the sides to wrench it open, drawing a weak cry from his boyfriend.
He shushes him unkindly and feeds him his throbbing cock. Suguru moans loudly as the feeling of his mouth being filled, jaw stretching to accommodate the girth in it all.
Satoru watches the outline of his cock moving down into his boyfriend's throat and has to clench his fist to calm himself down. He doesn’t have a gag reflex?
Suguru’s hum at the taste vibrates up and through his dick and he groans at the sensation, pulling back to gently push back in. He starts off slowly, pushing again until he’s buried in his throat, balls brushing his boyfriend's nose.
He retreats enough to pull all the way out and watches Suguru’s tummy convulse a bit in a gag. His boyfriend sputters and coughs to catch his breath, saliva covering his chin and now, Satoru’s balls. He keeps him down there, needily inhaling the musk of Satoru’s crotch.
“Too much baby?” He asks teasingly. He doesn’t get the reaction he expected—Suguru complaining again— but instead it's a reaction he still enjoys —Suguru taking deep gulps and nuzzling his dick— so really, he’s winning.
He does not give Suguru time to respond before shoving back inside that tight sheathe; the garbled noise Suguru makes as his speech is cut off is electrifying. His hands go to Satoru’s knees, not pushing but instead bracing himself against the now energized thrusts.
Satoru is grabbing his boyfriend's chin and tilting his head to take even more of his dick. Suguru’s hands tighten around Satoru’s knees as he takes the plowing in his throat, sweat, saliva, tears and probably a little snot cover his face as his mouth is explored.
Suguru cries out as Gojo rains down a few slaps to his twitching wet pussy, rubbing the mound and scratching through the hair. The man has hunched a bit to reach Suguru’s cunt, taking in and appreciating the tattoo that Suguru has placed a little above his pussy.
Satoru feels like he’s not getting enough. Like, god, this is making him want to cum like a fucking geiser but there needs to be a switch up. He shifts his weight over to his left foot and perches his right foot on the bed, turning to the side to actually pound into Suguru’s hot mouth.
The angle change has Suguru kicking his legs in protest as his ears are repetitively covered by thick hirsute thighs. Satoru’s crowded him in, draining his access to air and he can feel himself getting lightheaded and delirious. He switches direction again when he grabs Suguru’s head on his hands and buries himself deep, loud grunts almost overpowering the deep, wet, retching noises.
‘This is fucking amazing’ He thinks to himself.
“Fuuucck” Gojo sighs out in relief, the sloppy noises and moans from his boyfriend is like music to his ears.
He keeps going, hips thundering in and out until he abruptly pulls out and watches Suguru gag and cough in response. The man rolls onto his side trying to catch his breath and looks up with weepy eyes.
Satoru just laughs as mean as he has been this whole time. “The pitiful thing won't get to me, the delicate waif act just makes me want to consume you, baby”
Suguru sniffles with a pout and wipes at his face gently, “Not an act”
His voice is gone.
“Mm but your pussy said otherwise honey. I saw the way you kept rubbing it with your thighs.” Satoru snarks back, dick jolting at the reminder.
“I hated it! Don’t treat me like that agai-!” Suguru squeals again as he’s manhandled, the older man having grabbed his legs and flipped him onto his tummy again.
Suguru huffs at getting cut off again. Pretends that he isn't loving this attention right now. Pretends that the little boy in him that felt abandoned and outcast doesn't love the possessi-obsessive love he’s getting. The way Gojo can't seem to get enough of him, it makes his heart flutter.
Gojo pushes back in without much fanfare, needing this more than anything. He reams Suguru’s cunt, plunging his hips so passionately that on some thrusts it sounds like macaroni and cheese. He laughs at that a little in his head. Suguru’s screaming and crying now, legs kicking out by Satoru’s sides.
“YES YES YE- GOD!” He’s going to die oh my god, he’s going to die from the dicking. That's all he can think as Satoru leans down beside his head to tug his face into open air. He gulps down breaths greedily, face red with exertion. His throat is raw and his voice is shot, hoarse from screaming his head off.
He’s biting down on the pillow as everything happens. Suguru’s tiny hole flutters weakly around it, but he’s far too spent to have much energy left, and he cannot protest nearly as much as he probably should be. Satoru’s cock has carved its place out in Suguru until all that the black haired man can do is use his clenching hole to squeeze every last bit of pre-cum out Satoru, milking all his leaking seed into Suguru’s tight channel.
He wants to keep his boyfriend’s cunt permanently swollen and open, always ready for another cock to push inside and claim him just like he needs. He wants to be able to bend Suguru over their dining table and take him right there and then; wants to have him feverishly bouncing on his cock while he’s playing a match on call with his friends; wants to get cockwarmed while they’re together watching a game in the evening; wants to throat fuck him in front of the large, open windows in their apartment and hope that somebody sees how much of a debauched, desperate whore Suguru really is.
Satoru fucks like he hasn’t been able to touch Suguru in weeks. It’s crazy that just after this session of him railing the other man, Satoru wants to entomb himself in Suguru and never leave.
All this makes Suguru lay there and take it like the obedient whore that Satoru has now molded him into— a cock-hungry, desperate thing that thinks with his swollen pussy before anything else, that will bare open his holes for Satoru whenever he asks, even if he’s already half-asleep and tucked up in bed.
Suguru is not a virgin, but the way Satoru has opened him up has guaranteed that he definitely isn’t. This kind of fucking would make a nun seem promiscuous, makes a common person want to wash their hands just to clean themselves from the sight of such primal coupling.
He has to slap his hands against the wall in front of him to keep himself from collapsing onto the bed, hot tears now fully sliding down his ruddy cheeks and saliva gathering at the edges of his lips. The sound of Satoru’s hips smacking against the back of his thighs borders on deafening, almost loud enough to drown out the lewd, wet noises his hole makes every time he plunges in with force.
“Can’t,” he mumbles, a little bit of drool sliding out of his mouth onto the bed. “Can’t take…”
“You can,” Satoru says as he continues to pound into him. “You can take it and you’re gonna come for me again too, you know why?”
“Can’t—“.
“Because I want you to,” Satoru growls out. “And you’re going to because you want to be so good for me you can’t fucking stand it. Aren’t you?”
“Yes...Sir,” Suguru whimpers softly and Satoru loses the last remaining bit of his sanity.
He digs and buries his pulsing member as deeply into Suguru as he can, filling him fully and wholly with his hot virile seed until it spills out around his dick. He groans overwhelmed by the sensations and helplessly thrusts some more. God, get pregnant.
Suguru moans at the warmth in him, shaking and his breath hitching as he recovers from what the hell just happened to him.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, that was raunchy!” Satoru says, a complete 180° from the assertive mean version of him that had made an appearance.
Suguru stares at him, still dazed from what happened and golden coloured fox-shaped eyes still unfocused. Satoru gives him a peck on the lips and readjusts them to spoon in a dry spot on the bed for a bit. He strokes Suguru’s hair and whispers reassurances into his ear until he hears a snuffle that sounds coherent.
“Back with me on earth, captain?”
“Where did all that come from?” Satoru raises an eyebrow. The way Suguru’s voice is rasping like he cant actually raise it very much makes his dick twitch.
“All what?”
“That, the fucking insane sex we just had where my boyfriend became some kind of Christian Gray sex freak!”
“Sex freak? You loved it! Don't call me that!” Satoru complains indignantly.
“You fucked my mouth like a fleshlight!” Suguru tries to yell but his voice is stuck raspy and lower. Satoru’s dick twitches valiantly.
“Oh please, you were wet as hell, you clearly enjoyed it.” Suguru blushes profusely at this. No retort.
“Where did you learn that stuff anyways?” He says after a bit of silence. Satoru’s hand is brushing down his flank now.
“Oh! a BL manga Haibara gave to me” Satoru has to duck from the slapping hands.
“You put the moves on me from some stupid BL written by a virgin!?”
“It worked out well! You couldn’t even tell.” He says and holds his boyfriend down until he calms down. He plants a kiss on his cheek and breathes his scent in.
“I guess…”
“…”
“Can you..send me the link to the manga?”