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Suguru hated his life so much.
This was the third time this week his boss had tried asking him to do inappropriate things with him in the walk-in freezer. Not to mention, his boss was balding, in his 50s—which was more than twice Suguru’s age—and only had one ball. He made sure to mention it almost any chance he got, like it was some kind of grotesque icebreaker.
Suguru had grown numb to it, offering little more than a blank stare and a sharp "No, thanks," before moving on with his shift and the manager would move onto the next employee. But the irritation simmered beneath his skin, and he had to clench his jaw every time the old man waddled away, grumbling about "kids these days" and "no appreciation for a man of power."
His job at the cafe was monotonous, but it paid the bills, at least. He had already completed most of his side work for the day—refilling the straws and cup lids, wiping down tables, and double-checking inventory in the back when it wasn’t rush hour.
The only time he really enjoyed work was his unpaid thirty-minute break. That was when he got to step outside and meet up with Shoko, his only saving grace in this miserable excuse for a job. She worked at the pharmacy next door, and the two of them had developed a sacred daily routine of sitting outside on the curb, complaining about work, and sharing snacks she smuggled out from the communal fridge in their break room.
Today, however, that peaceful moment was about to be shattered.
The first sign that something was wrong was the sound of screaming. It started as a faint, distant shriek, but within seconds, it had built into a full-blown frenzy. Suguru barely had time to process what was happening before the front doors of the cafe were thrown open so violently that the little bell above them snapped clean off, landing on the tile floor with a pitiful clink.
A man with stark white hair, sunglasses, and a grin that could blind a person even in the dim lighting of the cafe sauntered inside, completely unfazed by the chaos trailing behind him. A swarm of people—mostly girls, but a few fanboys as well—were pressing against the windows and doorway, phones raised, screaming his name.
"Gojo Satoru?!" one of the baristas gasped, nearly dropping the milk frother in her hand.
Suguru groaned seeing how many people were following the man. He must be a micro-influencer of sorts.
Suguru had no idea who that was.
"Suguru!" his boss hissed from behind the counter, breath hot and slimy against his ear. "Give him a warm welcome! That man is money walking!"
Suguru barely held back a grimace. Begrudgingly, he stepped toward the register and forced out a deadpan, "Welcome to—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," Satoru cut him off, waving a hand dismissively. He didn’t even glance at Suguru before turning his attention to the menu, tilting his head like he was examining a work of fine art. "I need a drink. Something good. Something elite. I want..." He paused dramatically, dragging out the suspense for no reason. "A calorie-free, fat-free, dairy-free latte."
Suguru stared at him. "So you want air?"
Satoru blinked behind his sunglasses. "Excuse me?"
"That drink doesn’t exist."
"Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the dumpster," Satoru scoffed, pulling out his phone and absently scrolling, as if Suguru wasn’t even worth looking at. "Just make it, dude. How hard can it be?"
Suguru felt something snap inside him. It wasn’t the first time he had dealt with insufferable customers, but something about this guy—his flippant attitude, the entitlement dripping from his voice, the way he dismissed him like some lowly peasant—sent a sharp bolt of irritation straight to his spine.
His hand twitched toward the stack of cups. Before he could second-guess himself, he grabbed one, fingers tightening around the flimsy plastic.
Then he threw it.
The cup flew past Satoru’s head in a perfect arc, landing with a sharp clatter against the tile floor behind him. The entire cafe fell into a stunned silence. The barista at the espresso machine let out a tiny, horrified gasp. A woman in line clutched her chest like she had just witnessed a murder. One of Satoru’s fans let out a high-pitched squeak, phone trembling in her grip as she recorded every second of the escalating disaster.
Satoru, to his credit, didn’t flinch. Slowly, he turned back to Suguru, lifting his sunglasses just enough to reveal icy blue eyes that gleamed with something dangerously close to amusement.
"My hair," he said, voice smooth as silk, "is insured for a ridiculous amount of money, and you can bet I’m suing."
And with that, he pivoted on his heel and strutted out the door like he was walking the runway. The moment he stepped outside, the waiting crowd erupted into cheers and excited screams, completely oblivious to the scene that had just unfolded inside.
Suguru exhaled through his nose, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles turned white. He already knew what was coming next.
"Suguru!" his boss shrieked, the sound cutting through the lingering silence like a knife. The pudgy, balding man came waddling over, his face red with panic and rage. "You idiot! Do you have any idea who that was?!"
Suguru wiped a hand down his face. "A pain in my ass?"
"That was Gojo Satoru! The Gojo Satoru! Celebrity! Model! Multimillionaire! And you just threw something at him! You absolute imbecile," His boss was fuming and Suguru really couldn't take anymore of his freaky face in his face today.
"Technically, I threw it past him," Suguru muttered.
His boss turned an even deeper shade of red. "Oh, well, that makes all the difference! Are you trying to get us sued?! Do you know how much damage control I’ll have to do because of this?! You would have ruined the cafe’s reputation! My reputation!"
Suguru stared at him, unimpressed. "What reputation? It's just mostly students who want to do their work or kids that are high or want to get high. We don't really have a wide demographic."
"That’s it! Go apologize! Right now!"
Suguru let out a slow, deep breath, forcing himself to keep his expression blank. He wasn’t going to apologize. Not to that pompous, arrogant—
His boss jabbed a stubby finger toward the door. "Now."
Suguru gritted his teeth.
This job wasn’t worth it. Maybe he should just quit and become a sugar baby for someone rich or maybe start an only fans. He had been told a few times that he has an attractive body so he'd probably make it in the industry. Suguru groaned, running a hand down his face. His boss was still standing there, arms crossed, beady eyes glaring up at him like an angry toad. He wasn’t going to let this go.
"Fine," Suguru muttered, pulling off his apron and tossing it onto the counter. "I’ll go find him."
His boss huffed. "And make sure he leaves a good review or something! We need the publicity, not a lawsuit!"
Suguru didn’t bother responding as he pushed open the door, stepping outside into the now eerily quiet street. The crowd that had been blocking the entrance earlier was gone, no doubt having followed Satoru to whatever stupidly expensive car he’d arrived in.
He sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Where the hell did he go?"
He glanced up and down the street, but there was no sign of blinding white hair or oversized sunglasses. He debated for a moment whether to just turn back and lie to his boss—claim that Satoru had already left and that the apology was impossible. But just as he was about to give up, a sharp voice cut through the evening air.
"Yeah, some jackass threw a cup near my head!"
Suguru froze.
Slowly, he turned toward the source of the voice. It was coming from the alley beside the cafe.
He took a few steps forward, peering around the corner.
There, leaning against the wall, was Satoru, phone pressed to his ear, one hand raking through his already-messy hair. He had ditched his sunglasses, letting his absurdly bright blue eyes catch the dim glow of the streetlight above.
Suguru clenched his jaw. Jackass? Really? He was the one who started acting like an entitled prick first.
He was about to step forward, irritation bubbling up again, when Satoru let out a frustrated groan.
"Aughh, I just want to get laid already!" he whined into the phone as he threw his back in an animated way, "No one wants to sign an NDA, and everyone who wants me isn’t my type!"
Suguru blinked.
What.
This guy—this millionaire, social media god (from what he heard), ridiculously good-looking pain in the ass—was struggling to get laid?
A snort nearly escaped him, but he clamped a hand over his mouth, barely restraining himself. That's hilarious and honestly, knowing that would probably get him through the day. Maybe today isn't the day he strangles his boss in that same walk-in freezer he keeps trying to fuck him in. But, his moral compass was telling him that he should turn back. This was not his problem. He was only here to apologize, not listen to Satoru Gojo's tragic sex life.
And yet, for some reason, he stayed.
"The last dude I slept with had no game at all and he just kept pumping into me like an animal in heat. AND! The worst part is he kept asking if 'I could feel it in my guts.' Like, obviously not you limp dick fuck, your 3 incher isn't really doing much here!" Satoru huffed before continuing on with his recollection of his life.
"I didn't even orgasm, it was just a complete waste of time humoring that loser because he was some popular producer. Sometimes I wish I could just kill these idiots."
Suguru stood there, overhearing a conversation he definitely shouldn't have been privy to. For a fleeting moment, he felt a pang of sympathy for the guy being discussed, until he recalled what an utterly unreasonable asshole he was.
Unsure how to handle the situation, Suguru spotted a nearby can and nudged it with his foot, sending it clattering towards Satoru. The can tapped against Satoru's shoe, jolting him from his engrossed phone call. Glancing up, he locked eyes with Suguru, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.
Abruptly, Satoru ended the call. "Something's come up. I'll ring you later," he muttered, slipping his phone into his pocket.
"How much of that did you overhear?" Satoru's tone was guarded, a hint of embarrassment colouring his words.
"Not much, just the part where you started with 'the last dude you slept with...'" Suguru replied, attempting a casual tone.
"So, basically everything?" Satoru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Apologies, I suppose. But you weren't exactly being quiet, and I didn't come out here to make you despise me even more," Suguru said, his voice tinged with sincerity.
The tension between them was palpable, a heavy silence settling in the air. Suguru shifted uncomfortably, his mind racing for a way to diffuse the awkwardness.
"Look," he began tentatively, "we all have our fair share of lousy experiences. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinising Suguru's expression for any hint of mockery.
Satoru sighed, his gaze drifting to the dimly lit end of the alleyway. "Yeah, maybe for you that's acceptable, but I hold myself to a higher standard. I don't need your fucking sympathy, so just fuck off."
What the fuck is wrong with this asshole? Suguru's patience was wearing thin. This guy had stormed into the café earlier, causing a scene, and now he had the audacity to throw shade when all Suguru had tried to do was sympathize. To top it off, he was probably going to be keeping Suguru past his shift; the sun had already dipped below the horizon, and the encroaching darkness was a stark reminder of the time.
"Is that so?" Suguru retorted, crossing his arms. "Funny, because from where I'm standing, it seems like your 'higher standard' involves whining in alleyways and wasting other people's time."
Satoru's eyes snapped back to Suguru, a spark of irritation flickering within them. "You think I enjoy this? Listening to your half-assed attempts at sympathy?"
Suguru took a step closer, his voice lowering but losing none of its edge.
"I don't give a damn what you enjoy. But, maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass for a second, you'd realize the world doesn't revolve around your petty grievances, pretty boy," Suguru never backed down from anything. And he definitely wouldn't back down to this white-haired, blue-eyed, narrow waist—without realising he began to eye the man in front of him, up and down—perfect figure, pretty neck……… POMPOUS FREAK.
Satoru's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. "You don't know a damn thing about me."
"And I don't want to," Suguru shot back. "But you're making it pretty damn hard to avoid."
The tension between them was palpable, the narrow alleyway amplifying the charged atmosphere. The distant hum of city life seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of their heavy breaths and the unspoken challenge hanging in the air.
Satoru took a step forward, closing the distance between them, his voice a low growl. "Careful, jackass. You're treading on thin ice. I could have you disposed of like that," Satoru snapped following the sentence to put emphasis on the power he holds.
Suguru didn't flinch, meeting Satoru's glare head-on. "Maybe it's time someone broke through that inflated ego of yours."
For a moment, neither moved, each daring the other to make the next move. Their faces were incredibly close to one another's. The alley seemed to hold its breath, the world narrowing to the space between them.
In the moment Suguru was weighing his options and to see if asking this celebrity if he wants to fuck him in exchange for dropping any legal actions and leaving a favorable review. Such an arrangement, might appease his boss, possibly earn him a raise, and, perhaps most satisfyingly, put this arrogant celebrity in his place.
After a prolonged silence, Suguru spoke softly, their proximity making his words almost intimate. "I overheard the issues you're dealing with on the phone..."
Satoru's eyes narrowed. "Yeah... and? Are you going to sell my information to some low-life publishing company? It's not like anyone would believe you anyway."
Holy fuck he was annoying . He really wanted to shut this man up.
"How about we... resolve this between ourselves?" Suguru says. Oh my god Suguru shut your mouth. Please for the love of God. What the hell are you doing? Is your life so pathetic and bland that you have to go out of your way to ask this random dude if he will have sex with you in exchange for dropping charges.
"What does that mean?" Satoru looks at him in confusion. He hadn't noticed how close the two of them had gotten until Satoru had backed himself up into a wall.
With their faces still close together, Suguru leans into his ear slightly and whispers, "How about you and I do it, right here, right now?"
Satoru's expression shifted from confusion to incredulity. "Excuse me?!"
Suguru quickly placed a hand over Satoru's mouth, glancing around the dimly lit alley. "Shh! We're still in public, idiot."
"Why on earth would I do anything with you? Right now, I can't stand you and fully intend on suing you for everything you're worth," Satoru pulled back, his voice a harsh whisper.
Suguru sighed, dropping his hand.
"Hate to break it to you, beautiful, but I'm not worth much. I'm literally just a barista with no second income. Going after me would be more trouble than it's worth. But I'm willing to make amends, if you'll let me."
Satoru's eyes flashed with anger. "Make amends? By offering... to what? Fuck me in a dirty alleyway" He gestured between them.
"You mentioned you hadn't been laid in a while," he began, his tone dripping with confidence. "I can promise you, I don't have a 'three-incher,' as you so eloquently put it, and I'll make sure you experience more than one orgasm," Suguru's smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur.
The proximity between them was electrifying, and Suguru couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight of the man in front of him who seemed so composed beforehand now blushing furiously. The white-haired man's cheeks were flushed, his blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and indignation.
"How can I trust you?" Satoru managed to ask, his voice wavering slightly.
"Trust me with what?" Suguru replied, feigning innocence.
Seeing the other man's confidence break down as he looked away shyly from Suguru made him feel like he had a God complex. Was he sadistic?
"Trust that you're not exaggerating your... attributes, and that you'll actually deliver on your promises. And what's stopping you from recording this conversation or selling information about me? Also I don't even know your name…there's just too many factors to take into consideration," Satoru said.
Suguru sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Suguru, my name is Suguru Geto. You must be Satoru Gojo like that lady screamed before," Satoru nodded at the remark and Suguru continued.
"Look, I literally threw a coffee cup near your head earlier. I only learned about you today, and all I know is your name and that you're some kind of famous celebrity. If you want to trust me, you'll have to open up a bit. But, I stand by my promises. And if you're worried about recordings, feel free to check for any devices. My phone is inside because we're not allowed to use them during work hours."
Satoru studied Suguru's face, searching for any sign of deceit. The alleyway was silent, save for the distant hum of city life. After a tense moment, Satoru exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.
"This is insane," he muttered, more to himself than to Suguru.
"Maybe," Suguru conceded, a playful glint in his eye. "But sometimes, a little insanity is exactly what we need."
Satoru's lips twitched, the beginnings of a reluctant smile forming. "You're something else, you know that?"
"I've been told," Suguru replied with a wink. "So, what do you say? Care to take a chance on love, playboy?"
Satoru seemed to be weighing his options. Let this handsome stranger whisk him off his feet, or be a normal sane human being and decline the offer.
…
He chose the former.
Like the fucking idiot and insane person he was.
"F-fine… but if I don't orgasm at least once, I'm going to-"
Suguru took this chance and moved closer to Satoru, cupping his hips in his hands. Suguru's smirk deepened as he watched the flushed expression on Satoru's face. The moment was tense, charged with an almost palpable electricity.
"Yes, yes, your highness," Suguru teased, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "I know, you're going to sue me into oblivion. I'll give you full range if I fail." He giggled softly, watching as Satoru's embarrassment seemed to boil over.
The white-haired man, still red as a tomato, was clearly struggling to hold his composure. For a moment, Suguru thought he might explode with indignation, but instead, Satoru fell into a strained silence, his jaw clenching.
Suguru saw his opportunity. Without warning, he closed the distance between them, stepping forward until there was barely any space left. His heart raced, but he didn't let it show. His hand reached up to gently brush a lock of white hair from Satoru’s face, fingers grazing the warm skin of his cheek. The action felt intimate, personal, and it made Satoru freeze.
Suguru tilted his head slightly. "You look cute when you're mad," he whispered, just before he leaned in, closing the final gap.
Satoru tensed as Suguru's lips met his, the kiss sudden but not unwelcome. Suguru’s lips were soft against his, and for a brief second, Satoru hesitated, his body stiffening. But then, just as quickly, his hands wrapped around Suguru's neck as the two were incredibly close.
Suguru smirked, his lips hovering just above Satoru's. "What's wrong? Not used to being the one who doesn't have control?"
Satoru’s breath hitched, his eyes flashing with defiance, but there was something softer, something that betrayed his tough exterior. "You're insane," he muttered, almost breathlessly.
"Maybe," Suguru replied with a teasing glint in his eyes, "but I think you secretly like it."
Before Satoru could respond, Suguru kissed him again, this time more urgently. His hand moved to the back of Satoru's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Satoru’s resistance melted just a little, and Suguru felt him relax against him, his lips parting in response.
The kiss was raw, heated, a mixture of frustration and something else. Suguru could feel the warmth radiating from Satoru's body, and the way his hands moved to now grope his chest firmly. The tension that had plagued their words was slowly being replaced with something far more electric.
He began slowly pulling away from the kiss. The smaller man began to whine until he saw what came next. Suguru dipped down onto his knees and held onto Satoru's legs.
Satoru was panting from the kiss and he looked down to meet eyes with Suguru. There was definitely an intense desire behind his eyes and all Suguru could do was return the same gaze.
"May I, petal?" Suguru asked. For someone he's supposed to dislike, he's come up with a lot of nicknames for the man.
Satoru seemed to like the nickname though, which he saw from the embarrassed look on his face. However, it was quickly covered up as he put his face in his hands.
He nodded, "Yes…" God he was fucking adorable. He's really willing to forgive that bullshit behaviour before now that they're in this position where he actually feels a bit powerful. He has a multi-millionaire excited about him being between his legs.
Suguru was going to ruin him.
He began unzipping Satoru's pants and pulled them down a bit to reveal pretty cute blue striped boxers. He was kind of hoping the man would have embarrassing underwear on like looney tunes or hello kitty, but this would do. He grabbed the hem of the boxers with his teeth and slowly pulled them down.
He could hear just how eager and thirsty the man above him truly was, and it only fueled his growing desire. Suguru would soon join Satoru because he too was equally as thirsty for what he was about to see. He definitely understood Satoru's reaction, as the stunning sight before him was more than enough to stir his own appetite.
He was greeted by a beautiful white bush that seemed well kept and a small string of slick that had snapped when Suguru brought the white-haired man's boxers down. And, the pièce de résistance, the prettiest pink pussy he'd ever seen in his life. Holy fuck, he could feel himself drooling a little bit when he saw the pre-cum dripping down it.
Now, Suguru was the most bisexual man alive but with all the people he'd been with in the past, this had the most beautiful thing ever. He just had to thank God for making him work a shift on this particular day and thank his temper for giving up on him at the right time.
"You're already wet, that's so cute…we just kissed a little and I already have you feeling this way? That really inflates my ego, pretty boy," Suguru couldn't help teasing and poking a bit of fun at the man. Hey, it's the least he deserves for being yelled at rudely earlier. "This wasn't what I was expecting but I'm not complaining one bit," The long-haired chuckled.
Satoru could feel his hot breath on his clit as he fought back the shiver that was climbing up his spine. He felt so desperate like a bitch in heat as he did his best not to rock his hips so that Suguru's mouth was in contact with his needy clit.
He was so incredibly aroused.
"S-sorry… I should've told you beforehand…" Satoru suddenly felt self-conscious, fuck, he probably should have informed the dude he's about to have sex with about the fact he's trans. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment or make things weird. Before he could beat himself up mentally in his head, Suguru bursted the silence.
"No worries, sweetheart" Suguru said smoothly, his voice laced with warmth and reassurance.
Satoru felt a rush of heat creep up his neck. His heart stuttered at the nickname, the unexpected gentleness of it. He wasn’t used to this… being met with such ease, such acceptance. It made him feel… safe. Shy, even. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet Suguru’s gaze, and found nothing but sincerity staring back at him.
"You’re really okay with it?" he asked, quieter this time, almost testing.
"Of course I am petal. You're still you, aren't you? Like I said I'm not complaining one bit," Suguru licks his lip. Satoru felt shy all of a sudden at the cute nickname and how understanding the longer-haired man was.
The words settled deep in Satoru’s chest, melting away the last traces of doubt. He hadn't expected this, hadn't expected someone like Suguru. Most of the men he's met with either sexualize/fetishize him or aren't immediately turned off by it. But maybe, just maybe, he could allow himself to believe that this moment was real.
"Thank you for the meal!" Suguru giggles and before Satoru can get mad about that childish comment, he has to hold back a moan with his hand as Suguru holds tightly onto Satoru's beautiful plush thighs before immediately sucking on Satoru's beautiful clit.
Instead of using his hand to hold back his moans, they instead both are tangled up in Suguru's hair as he bites down on his lip to stop the escaping moans. But, Satoru can't help but let out small moans of encouragement.
Suguru gives Satoru's clit little kisses which send vibrations up to the man above him and Suguru can already feel his legs begin to shake. He licks a long strip from the back to the front, allowing his tongue to lather his pretty cunt.
"Ah! S…Suguru.." Satoru moaned softly, covering his mouth with his hand.
His moans spill out unfiltered and unintelligible. Suguru can't help, but eat up every single one of them just as greedily, and urgently as he eats them out.
Suguru couldn't help, but think about how nice hearing his name on Satoru's tongue sounded. So nice, that he wants to make sure that the other man can only ever think of him when he's getting his pussy ate. He wanted to make it impossible for Satrou ever feel satisfied with a man that was him. Hmm… how would he go about doing that?
Satoru's eyes shot open immediately, after Suguru's devious thoughts, as he tightened the grip he had on the other man's hair. He fought back a moan as Suguru had put his tongue into Satoru's beautiful pink hole and was fucking him at a fast pace.
"Oh fuck… fuck , Suguru!" All the hot sounds that were coming out of Satoru's mouth were muffled by how hard he was biting down on his lip (he was about to draw blood at this point), but God they sounded so hot.
"Fuck Satoru, you're so perfect, you can take it for me, can't you…?" Suguru said as was met with Satoru frantically nodding his head.
"C-can take it! Can take it b-b–better than anyone," Satoru whimpered and it was music to the barista's ears.
He makes sloppy, long strokes of his tongue up and down Satoru's clit. Sucking on it attentively before lapping at his slick like a dog to water.
He needs better access, he thinks. He wants Satoru to be yelling his name, he needs Satoru to know who he belongs to.
As he gets another bright idea, Suguru lips envelop Satoru’s labia and clit with open-mouth kisses before Suguru puts one of Satoru's thighs behind his shoulder to get better access.
"Suguru!" Satoru couldn't help but sing his praises. A line of Suguru, Suguru, Suguru, came from his mouth as he moaned out. He whimpered as his eyes rolled back in his head and he couldn't stop himself from rocking back and forth. His knees began to feel weak but it would only get worse from this point on.
Suguru withdrew his tongue and before the other man could complain with a cute whine, he filled the area right back up but this time fucking two fingers into the other man, working them in slowly to get him used to the size.
Satoru couldn't help, but be at the darker-haired man's mercy. Suguru got off his knees but took the man's leg that was still over his shoulder with him. One leg cemented on the floor while the other was over his shoulder as he fucked his fingers into Satoru, curling his fingers towards himself and then spreading them apart.
"Nghh.. AH! S-sug.. so good, so good !" Satoru panted as Suguru kept ramming the fingers in at a brutal pace.
Tears began flowing down the celebrity's face as his hand covered his mouth to stifle the moans.
"Tell me if it hurts, petal, and…" Suguru licked at the hand that was covering Satoru's mouth, which caused the man wearing shades to blush furiously at the action, "Don't hold yourself back, let me hear you…sing my praises."
Satoru removed his hand obediently like he was asked and instead Suguru chose to hide the man's moans by kissing him with urgency. But, that seemed to only make Satoru moan even more.
Fuck , So he likes it when I do it deep and fast… He's so warm and soft…Shit.
"Wow, Satoru, look at how your pussy is sucking up my fingers so well, you're so fucking tight, but your pussy seems to know who it belongs to, so it just keeps sucking me in…"
Satoru couldn't help but look away shyly at how into this Suguru was and how much he was teasing and bullying him. Suguru smirked when he saw how embarrassed the other man was. Just to bully him even more, with his free finger he also began thumbing at Satoru's clit and that seemed to really do the trick at letting the white-haired man loosen up.
"Ah-AH… h-harder," Satoru pouted as he aimlessly rocked, trying to get any extra friction he possibly could.
If he wanted harder, he'd give him harder.
His fingers began thrusting with more purpose than they had before, "What a pretty slut you are…" Suguru said, dirty squelching noises seemed to be ringing in the alleyway from how wet Satoru was.
Fuck, the sounds Satoru was making should be illegal. He continued to fuck the fingers into the man, but it was getting very hard to ignore the raging hard-on he had in his pants that desperately needed attention. He had to make sure this would be the best orgasm the taller man ever had.
He licked a long strip from the white-haired man's collarbone to behind his ear just so he could whisper, "You look so beautiful petal, how worked up you must be from not being laid in so long that you'd let a stranger fuck you in a dirty alleyway, where anyone could catch the beautiful, Satoru Gojo, being ravished…"
"Y-yes! Y…Yes! I'm such a whore!" He screamed out, the words punching out of him louder than he had intended but he was unable to hold anything back. As he threw his head back onto the cement wall, eyes rolling back into his head.
Oh.
Oh.
Suguru didn't know what he was expecting, but it definitely was not that.
And, he really was failing at ignoring his erection that only got worse from hearing that.
"Please, Suguru… there, r-right there! Fuck! Mm… full so f-full of you. F-feel you here…" Satoru had both hands on Suguru's shoulders but moved one to his stomach, "I-In my wo—womb," Satoru moaned out without shame as tears started to stream down his face.
Oh, wow… that was really fucking hot.
He felt kind of bad after saying the slut remark, but he guessed that Satoru was into that seeing as he was crying, like a whore and taking in each degrading word like he was made for it.
"God— baby, you're going to make me go insane. Fuck, you're so unbelievably hot."
Suguru was trying his best to ignore the pre-cum dripping from his erection but when Satoru was acting so obedient after a few fingers fucking his pussy, he couldn't help, but add another finger, making the total three now, into the mix.
He began fucking them all into that pretty hole, roughfully. At the same time he began kissing at his neck and leaving as many hickeys/marks as he possibly could, showcasing his claim on the man.
"F-fuck… S-.. Sugu.." Satoru was choking on his words as Suguru continued to fuck him. He felt so fulfilled knowing Satoru could barely form words, struggling to get anything out as he was being fucked like the cock-slut he was.
Suguru hummed, feeling satisfied just by seeing the celebrity break down in front of him, "What can I do for you pretty?
"Mmm, C-Close…! A-AH! W..W-Wait! C-Clo…!!" And just like that, Satoru squirted all over the two men's clothes and Suguru's hand which continued to fuck him at a brutal pace through his orgasm. Satoru couldn't help the loud moans he was letting out as he came off the high of possibly the best orgrasm he'd ever had in years.
Satoru's mouth felt extremely dry as he felt overstimulated from the fingers that were still thrusting into him. Fuck, he needed this barista's dick in him so badly.
"Su- Suguru, w-wait," Satoru started, which made the other man immediately stop in his spot.
"What's wrong, petal?" Suguru kissed his head as he let his fingers fall out of Satoru's pretty hole.
Satoru couldn't help, but feel shy about asking the man to fuck him until his hips gave out and he'd need assistance being driven home because of the state he would be after being given the most mind-blowing sex anyone will ever have in the entirety of the universe.
Satoru bit his lip and looked away, still holding onto the other man's shoulders. All he could muster up was a soft whisper. "N-need you…"
A sly smile came onto the other man's face.
"Say that again for me, gorgeous? I don't think I heard you right," Suguru lapped more kisses on the man's neck.
"Need you Suguru…"
"Hmm? Say that oneee more time for me,"
"Fuck! I need you dammit! Shove your cock into me and make me scream," Satoru let out and suddenly felt embarrassed by his words.
"Wow, the great Satoru Gojo, bossing a humble barista into fucking him in a filthy alleyway… wow the lengths that celebrities will go too."
"Please Suguru…"
He was so fucking cute, Suguru knew he wouldn't last long and he didn't want this to end but he couldn't help but tease the taller man just a bit more.
"But, I already kept our side of the deal? I said I'd make you orgasm and I did just that," Suguru put the man's leg down and began fixing his job's apron, "Now, if you don't mind, I have to get back to work you know, my boss will kill me since I've been gone for over 40 minutes at this point."
As he began to turn his back to Satoru, he felt the man grab his arm.
"No…no please, I'll give you whatever you want, I'll get you an even better job, and pay you for your time, please just fuck me, I need you so badly…" Satoru whined and pleaded with the dark haired man.
Gotcha, Suguru couldn't help but think.
"I don't need any money or another job, don't worry," He faced Satoru again and moved some loose strands of his white hair behind his ear, "Is my pretty boy that desperate for me? Does he need me?"
"Yes! Yes… p-please…" Satoru begged and brought Suguru into a passionate kiss as his hand began trailing over the man's chest and apron.
Fuck , he was such a good kisser.
Suguru broke away from the kiss and could sense Satoru was about to whine, so he quickly let out, "Get on your knees."
"W-what…?"
Suguru unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor before getting his throbbing erection out of his pesky boxers. He could feel the intense gaze from Satoru and the way his mouth dropped when he saw what was going to enter him in a matter of minutes.
"Fuck… you weren't lying about it being huge…" Satoru gulped as his gaze did not falter from the massive member in front of him.
"Of course I wasn't beautiful. Now, don't make me repeat myself, slut. Get on your knees and show me how much you need me," the barista smirked and without needing to be told a third time, Satoru dropped to his knees and let his hands hold onto Suguru's strong legs. His mouth is still half ajar from the site. He shouldn't admit it but he felt his clit throb at how the man above him had called him such a sweet word before degrading him in a single breath.
The taller man's mouth began to drool and he felt even more turned on by the fact his pants were still by his feet and the cold air was hitting his pussy. He truly felt like nothing more than a common whore, and he loved that he was Suguru's whore.
He began slowly by licking the tip that had some slick on it, gobbling it up like he was a starving man. As he began to suck on the tip, he let one of the hands that was resting on Suguru's legs come be useful by pumping the huge cock in front of him.
"Fuck…that's it. You know exactly what to do when a cock's in your face, don't you sweetheart," Suguru breathily said, hands in Satoru's white mullet. It feels so good on his hand, he could play with it forever.
He held back on ramming his dick into Satoru's mouth like he was nothing but a hole for him to use for his own pleasure. But, it seemed to be harder than he expected, in more ways than one. He really had to hold himself back, allowing Satoru to set his own pace.
Satoru was moaning around his cock as he began sucking the head of his cock generously. His full attention on Suguru. His face was so easy to read because the darker haired man could tell everything he was thinking.
“Fuck, baby… look at you, being so good for me…” Suguru groaned as he watched Satoru bob his head back and forth attentively.
"S-sugu…ru…"He moaned as he licked a long strip from the underneath base of his cock to the tip, playing with his balls as he sucked on the dick like he was made for it.
He looked up at the man above him with the most blissed out look with the prettiest bedroom eyes and Suguru was a goner.
How could one man be so beautiful? He doesn't think he'll ever meet someone who is as attractive as the man with his cock in his mouth. The prettiest blue eyes gazing upon him with lovely white lashes to pair with them.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore for the sack of the celebrity.
"Petal…shit…I'm sorry please forgive me for what I'm going to do," Suguru said and the taller man continued to look at him but before he could react to the words said to him, Suguru began fucking into his mouth violently. At a brutal pace that Satoru would never forget. The taller man's face is now buried into Suguru's pubic hair and mouth so incredibly stuffed with cock.
Fuck, he doesn't remember when he felt so good. He groans loudly around Suguru's dick, not feeling any sort of shame that he's having sex in public. Him, Satoru Gojo, reduced to nothing but a mere cock-slut.
"M–MHMPH!" Satoru gagged around the wet member. The man below was once again at the mercy of Suguru Geto and he really wouldn't have it any other way.
“You like that, slut? You like the feeling of my dick in your throat? Fucking you like you're nothing but a cock warmer for me. Maybe I should take you home and keep you all to myself,” Suguru laughs before humming fondly, rolling his eyes with satisfaction as he pushes and pulls at Satoru's beautiful mullet.
He gets an approving look and what seems to be the best nod he can form in his state from Satoru for the comment and Suguru can't help but smirk. He was going to be the death of him.
Suguru knew he just talked about being patient and letting Satoru take his own pace. But, he had this erection for so long and it was killing him inside that he wasn't making a mess of this cocky bastard's throat.
Perhaps, he should stay true on his word and take the man home to use as his personal whore. Fuck him until he's screaming his name only to leave him begging and wanting more. Finger him until he's a wet mess and thrust into him until he impregnates the other man.
"Agh…sweetheart, I'm gonna c-cum. Holy fuck, hold it… you better fucking hold it you dumb whore or I'll leave you in this disgusting alley with your dripping pussy on display for anyone who walks by here," Suguru demands as his breath quickens. It also begins to grow in harshness and urgency.
He was never into degrading his partner in bed but something about Satoru just made him want to bully and tease him until he was a crying mess.
“Fuck, fuck…! AHH!!" Suguru yelled as he continued thrusting into Satoru's throat. He cums and it feels like it won't stop coming out. He was so very pent up but he didn't know it would be this bad. Both men's eyes had rolled back into their skulls as they felt pure bliss.
Suguru pulls out as he is still panting from the high he was just on. Satoru gags as the cock exit's its hot chamber.
"Wow, did you swallow it all, petal? Fuck, I really want to make well on my promise to take you home all for myself," Suguru giggled. He, of course, knew the answer but he was amazed that someone could do that, he thought it only happened in porno's.
"Yeah, no shit. I was going at my own pace and here comes Mr. premature ejaculation comes and begins fucking my face like I'm a vacuum pipe!" Satoru coughs out and cleans the remaining cum that was leftover on his lips.
"I said I was sorry in advance, pretty boy. But, also, premature ejaculation? I just fingered you into an orgasm, don't insult me when your body seems to like me so much," Suguru couldn't wipe off this smirk he had throughout this whole exchange.
He helped Satoru onto his feet and when he looked down at the man whose pants were still down. Fuck maybe he should have at least let him pull his pants up, he can't imagine it was comfortable being half exposed. But, he was incredibly thankful Satoru hadn't pulled up his pants because he saw it there, the most majestic site.
Cum was dripping down Satoru's pussy, it was all of his thighs and Suguru's pants that had been pulled down to his feet.
Satoru had cum from deepthroating his dick.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
Suguru was filled with so much pride, he couldn't hide his expression at all.
Screw this dull lifeless job. Screw his ugly boss who always flirted with him and seemed to think the two of them could have a biological child. Screw this shitty world for what it's done to him to put him in the position he is in life. He might just run off with Satoru into the sunset where the two of them can live happily ever after away from this bullshit and they can just have sex constantly with no care in the world.
"Hey idiot, did you hear what I said? Are you off in La-La Land?" Satoru snapped his fingers at the other's face but got no response. Satoru seemed to have noticed the man's dumb expression and looked down at where the other man's eyes were pointed only to see that he had indeed had yet another orgasm without even being touched.
He blushed furiously. He felt embarrassed, shy, turned-on, and so much more. But, before he could turn away and hide his face from Suguru, the dark-haired man snapped out of his trance and pulled Satoru into a kiss.
Suguru used the kiss as a pacifier to calm Satoru down and let him know that it wasn't something to be self-conscious about.
"Aww, my 'Toru. It's okay petal. It makes me happy I turned you on so much," Suguru grinned and the celeb hit his chest in retaliation.
"Oh, whatever, jackass. You just keep telling yourself stuff to make yourself feel better" Satoru huffed.
"Hmm…" Suguru's eyes focused in on Satoru's neck that seemed to not be marked enough by the way he was talking to him. He began kissing again and Satoru's eyes widened before he gave into the man's touch and moaned softly, "You can hate me all you want. But, my sweetheart, we clearly have unfinished business to settle…"
His fingers traveled back down to Satoru's pussy that was still incredibly wet. He won't poke fun at him for how wet he still is even after orgasming twice because Sugruu was no better, his cock fully hard again after seeing what had happened to Satoru.
"Mmm, Suguru~" Satoru breathily said. Sugurus hands began trailing up underneath Satoru's shirt.
As they continued to kiss and as his hand kept going up, Suguru felt something he was unfamiliar with… Felt like some sort of comparison thing. Satoru broke away from the kiss first, seeming to feel shy again.
"Ah– that's my binder. I haven't gotten around to top surgery yet, but my chest isn't the largest anyways, so the binder does the trick. I also really haven't felt the need to," Satoru explains and the barista nods along. He wasn't really aware of how trans anatomy worked or like what the boundaries that came with it were.
"That's cool. Uhm… would you want me to steer clear of your chest area?" Suguru brought the topic up gently, not wanting the man to feel pressured or anxious.
"Oh, no. It's fine, I don't really mind…"
"Hmm, alright," He looked away from Satoru's chest and looked up at the man. He was looking shyly at Suguru, fiddling with his fingers as if he was expecting something or… it was more like he wanted something badly. And, when he looks so cute like that, how is he just not supposed to bully him into begging for it?
"Is the high and mighty Satoru Gojo waiting for me to put my hands underneath his binder and play with his tits?" Suguru closed any remaining distance between the two men.
As if Satoru could possibly be any redder, Suguru was going to attempt to make it a reality.
"N-no! I was just…uhm…I was just– Go fuck yourself stupid!" Satoru stuttered and Suguru giggled, fuck this was fun.
"Nah, I'd really prefer fucking you instead," Suguru leaned into his ear to whisper, "I want to press your body into this cement wall and fuck your pussy so well that it makes an imprint of my dick, so that when I fuck you later on, it knows exactly who it belongs to."
As he started saying disgusting and horrid things to Satoru, Suguru made good on his promise and his hands began creeping into the man's binder.
They were possibly A or B cups, nothing bigger than that like Satoru had informed him before, but it made Suguru even more turned on that he had something to play with in his hands. He pushed the binder a little higher up so that Satoru's tits would be free and he could thumb at them with better efficiency.
"Be a good slut and hold this for me, would yeah?" He lifted Satoru's shirt and put the bottom of it in front of him. He knew exactly what to do and latched onto the shirt, allowing Suguru to see everything. His beautiful tits on display, his pretty cunt still dripping below him, a beautiful set of defined abs and of course, Satoru's pretty eyes that were tearing up from the situation.
God he couldn't wait to ruin him
“So fucking beautiful,” Suguru grumbles as he holds the Satoru's tits, grabbing one and putting it in his mouth. He begins licking and sucking without hesitation while playing with the other nipple in his fingers, pinching it which causes Satoru to moan around the shirt in his mouth.
Satoru was holding onto Suguru, arms swinging around his neck and holding onto him for dear life. He was now trapping Suguru in a beautiful cage that consisted of his tit's all in his face. What a beautiful trap…
The dark-haired man kept playing with Satoru's chest and it seemed to be making the other man antsy and restless.
"S-suguru…" The taller man said around the shirt and Suguru pulled away from the man's nipple, a trail of saliva following him as he did.
"Yes, pretty boy? You sound so beautiful when you call my name like that. I can't help but swoon," The barista giggles.
Suguru seemed to be embarrassed by the comment but he continued, "P-please… just put it in. I need you…"
“You want me to fuck you beautiful?” Suguru continues pinching the man's tits and thumbing around them, “You think you could handle me? I remember you saying the last few men you've been with had small cocks…you must be out of practice taking larger ones.”
"Please…" Satoru whimpered, "I can't wait anymore."
Suguru smirked, "Beg more, you know how much I like it…"
Satoru drops the shirt from his mouth, Suguru's hands now being covered by the cloth and Satoru leans in and kisses at the other man's neck. Suguru couldn't help but smile at how pushing him to his limits made Satoru take the lead and be a little more forward with him. It was adorable to watch him leave hickeys on his neck.
He's already out of breath just from having his tits sucked, but he is resilient and determined.
"Fuck… please, please, please fuck my filthy, slutty, cunt. Make me your whore! Fill me up with your cum and stretch my little cunt out with your big dick…please make me forget my name, and be so fucked out of my mind that I can't even stand up after it," Satoru moans into the larger man's neck and Suguru feels as though he's about to snap.
Oh fuck, he's really pushed him past his limits now, hasn't he. Suguru's cock throbbed and the last bit of humanity and sanity he has left is completely abandoned.
All that was left was his brain yelling at him to breed the man below him just like he was begging for.
"You are going to be the death of me," Suguru groans and pulls Satoru off of his neck by his hair and this earns a yelp out of the other man. His eyes were still teary and he really looked like he needed to be hoisted onto a cock like the pretty cock-warmer he was.
Suguru flips the taller man around and shoves his face against the cement before pulling the man's hips closer to him, "Oh… I don't have a condom… I wasn't really expecting any of this when I came out here."
Satoru groans, "It's okay idiot, just put it in raw. No more dumb questions, just fuck a hole into me.
"Sir, yes, sir!" Suguru giggled and Satoru rolled his eyes, "I'm really going to enjoy this, beautiful," And, those are the last words Satoru is able to comprehend before Suguru aligns his cock to the man's perfect cunt and sinks it in.
Satoru moans without shame and can feel the burn of the cock head entering him. Fuck, it was too much already, how would he survive and see another day?
His girth was making Satoru feel like he was being split open and the dark-haired man definitely was not being kind with the pace he was going at.
"AHH! OOhh– fuck– fuck!" Satoru moans out and wants to cry because of the intensity. He might already be crying because he feels like his visions incredibly blurry but just like his vision, his mind also can't keep up with what's happening to him.
"You're so fucking tight still baby, even after all I did for you today, so wet just for me, aren't you?" He holds onto the man's hips, practically bruising them, but that just turned the celeb on more.
Satoru's eyes rolled back and he had to fight every intuition that he had that told him to start screaming and begging Suguru to breed him. He simply kept repeating the words 'Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me,' while his body clenched around the cock, trying to keep Suguru as close as he possibly could.
Suguru starts fucking into him mercilessly and deep, setting a brutal pace that was leaving Satoru's jaw wide open and slack as he is completely helpless and at the mercy of the other man.
"Augh, you're so perfect. Look at you, letting a random nobody fuck into you raw and begging him to cum in you without protection. What if another man had come here, and said the same things that I did, would you have let him fuck you as well? I bet you would've, you dirty slut. You'd let any man use you as a cum dumpster," Suguru groaned as he thrusted up and knew he had found the place when Satoru let out what could be considered a scream of pleasure.
"You like that whore? Like my cock being in the deepest parts of you?" Suguru slapped Satoru's ass which earned an earnest kenning noise from the white-haired man while his other hand was grabbing a handful of Satoru's hair.
"YES! Y-Yes!! M–mo…more!! S—suguru!!"
Is all that Satoru can get out before Suguru gives him exactly what he wants. He keeps Satoru exactly where he wants, pulling him back onto his cock with deep and deliberate thrusts.
Suguru then slides one free hand between the others legs, rough fingers finding his clit and circling his fingers over it which only punches another whimper out of Satoru.
Satoru's head jerks forward, his forehead knocking against the cement wall as a choked sound escapes his throat.
"God, I wonder how many men have been in here, and how many at the same time… such a dirty slut giving it up so easily in an alleyway just because you were horny and desperate. Glad I had found you and not some weird creep like my manager. Fuck I wonder if you would've let that freak in you as well if he had asked," Suguru chuckled at his own comments.
"N-no…o—only you…only w-want you!" Satoru tries to speak but his voice comes out broken, "S-Sugu.. S–Suguru! Can…can f–feel you!!"
"Gonna cum for me, petal?" he whispers into the other man's ear, "You're squeezing so fucking tight around my cock. You're about to cum aren't you my pretty slut?"
With a devilish grin, the barista continues viciously rubbing at the celeb's beautiful clit and Satoru nods frantically under him as his vision blurs and his climax crashes over him. His legs lock up toward each other and he puts his own hand over his mouth as he screams into it from how much he was cumming.
His body is trembling, his visions hazy and he's not sure if Suguru is saying any words to him right now but even if he was he wouldn't be able to comprehend it.
Satoru's body seemed to be feeling limp but Suguru was not going to leave until he came in a pretty boy's cunt today. The hand that was originally rubbing at his clit is now forcibly pulling Satoru by his hair and making sure he stays up right for him.
"Almost there, baby, be good for me, alright? You can do that, can't you? My pretty whore… Fuck angel, where do I cum?" He knew that Satoru talked about Suguru cumming inside him but he wasn't sure if that was for the dirty talk or what he actually wanted.
"Inside…I-inside me, want youuu," Satoru practically howls that last part of the sentence before Suguru curses as his body shudders, a few more deep thrusts and he's completely blissed out of his mind. He spills all his spoils into Satoru who jerks his head back as he feels the warmth in his womb. Satoru's pussy clenches around his cock, refusing to let go of him.
"F-Fuck… petal, you feel so fucking incredible," Suguru groans as he holds tightly onto the mans hips, fucking himself through the orgasm, still pounding into Satoru after
"AH! A–Aah!! S-S–Suguru… s-so good…" The taller man was teary eyed and absolutely got what he had wished for.
His legs were shaking and threatening to give up on him, but all his mind could focus on was how warm he felt inside. How he was still connected to Suguru and how his body was keeping the man inside.
He knew he'd regret it tomorrow morning when his body gave in on him.
Suguru pulls out and watches Satoru's hole try clench around the absent cock. Satoru whimpers at the loss, but even then he doesn't feel empty because of all the cum Suguru had put in him.
"Mmhm, spread those slutty cheeks for my baby," Suguru groans and Satoru listens like a dog to a whistle. He spreads his ass to let Suguru see his spoils drip out his brutally fucked out pussy. The cum dripped onto his thighs and the ground underneath. As Satoru was still panting coming down from his high, breathless and completely ruined.
"Fuck…that's beautiful," Suguru gives the ass infront of him a nice smack before grabbing onto one of the cheeks and pulling it to the side to truly admire the mess he made of Satoru Gojo, "What a greedy little thing you are…this is gonna be a bitch to clean up, and I can't really do proper aftercare for you without bringing you into the employee lounge area and taking the cum out of you over a communal sink…"
"You… will do no such thing," Satoru scoffs, catching his breath as he tries his best to stand up right even with Suguru's fingers still all over his ass, "I'll just put my pants on and go to my car for that. I'll take care of myself."
"Wow, not even a thank you for giving you probably the best sex you will ever have? Just gonna use me as a human dildo and then leave, you're so heartless," Suguru fake sobs as he lets go of the other man's ass and pulls his own boxers and pants up.
"It was your idea in the first place, jackass."
"I didn't hear any complaints from you before and it was both our ideas. You weren't complaining when you were bouncing on my dick like you were made for it. So, no take-backsies!" Suguru giggled and Satoru turned around with a soft smile creeping onto his face, "Was that a smile from THE Satoru Gojo!"
"Oh my god, just give it a break. I just had my pussy fucked into oblivion and I'm trying to comprehend if this a dream or not," Satoru shuddered at the cum dripping out of him as he pulled his own boxers and pants up, as well as putting his binder down back in its proper position.
"Aww, you felt so good that you think it's a dream. That puts a smile across my face and makes my heart feel so full," Suguru put his hands on his chest over his apron. Satoru is trying to understand how this is the same man that was degrading him just a moment ago.
"But… I'm being serious about the aftercare," Suguru insisted, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "My shift ended a while ago, and if I go back smelling like this alleyway, I'll get fired on the spot. I’ll just tell him I made amends with you and that everything’s fine tomorrow. So… please, let me take you to my place and take care of you."
There was no hesitation in his words, Suguru meant every single one of them. Even though their encounter hadn’t started on the best terms, something in him had shifted. Maybe it was the way the other man, despite his rough edges, seemed so unexpectedly fragile in this moment. Or maybe it was the way Suguru couldn’t shake the feeling that leaving him here, like this, would be something he’d regret. He hadn’t planned on getting attached, but here he was, standing in a nasty alleyway, offering shelter to someone he should have just walked away from.
And, it was not just because of the mind blowing sex.
…
Okay, maybe a little bit because of the sex but mostly a lot of it was interest and wanting to know more about him.
Satoru wasn’t sure if the man was truly being genuine. He hesitated for a moment, again, searching Suguru’s face for any sign of deceit, any hint that this was some kind of trick. But all he found was sincerity—warmth in those dark eyes, a quiet patience in the way he stood there, waiting for an answer.
Satoru swallowed, his fingers tightening into the fabric of his sleeve as he fought against the war in his mind. He didn’t want to seem vulnerable, didn’t want to admit that the offer was more tempting than it should’ve been. But ultimately, he knew what he wanted—and what he wanted was the man standing right in front of him.
"... I'd like that," he murmured, his voice quieter than usual. He rubbed his arm awkwardly, not quite meeting Suguru’s gaze, a faint flush dusting his cheeks.
Suguru’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Good," he said, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible note of relief. He took a step closer, careful not to startle Satoru. "Come on, then. My place isn’t far, I'll just drive you in my car and I'll come pick yours up by foot later. You can clean up, rest… and maybe, if you’re up for it, we can talk."
He reached out his hand to the other man, hesitating for just a second before the celebrity gently placed his hand into Suguru's.
Suguru helped support him because Satoru still wasn't doing the best. The alley behind them was cold and unwelcoming, but as they stepped out onto the dimly lit street together, something in the air felt lighter, like the beginning of something neither of them had been expecting.