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Satoru didn’t expect his day to go like this.
Honestly, when Suguru asked if he wanted to hang out and sent him a time and place for the meeting, he felt a surge of anticipation coiling in his stomach, he knew it, knew it, it’s been too long since they’ve messed around properly, and it meant that Suguru came up with another idea, and Suguru’s ideas are never disappointing for Satoru, on the contrary, they use to be breathtakingly awesome. That’s why Satoru spent additional time in the early afternoon preparing, making sure that everything was cleaned, and stretched, and lubed properly, because they are definitely going to poundtown tonight as soon as they meet, pronto.
And that’s why he is almost affronted to learn that Suguru was waiting for him in the park to take him... on a walk?
Satoru chomps on the waffle with chocolate and strawberry syrup which Suguru has bought him at the sweets stall and mumbles with his mouth stuffed:
“So what’s the plan?”
Suguru looks at him from under his bangs, eyes unreadable.
“We’re hanging out,” he says. “Not so often we have a Saturday evening with no missions, don’t we?”
Sweet treat somewhat quenched Satoru’s indignancy but not enough, because he sputters:
“What, here? Like all the normies?”
Suguru sighs.
“Nothing wrong with spending your weekend like a human being for a change, Satoru. The weather is nice, no wonder that everyone is out and enjoying the sun.”
“All these people around make me sick,” says Satoru. It is not true - the weather is nice, indeed, a warm spring breeze is playing with his hair, and the sun is not so excruciatingly bright and hot as it will be in a couple of weeks. And the waffles taste great too. But Satoru is stubborn.
So is Suguru, unfortunately. He rolls his eyes and takes Satoru’s hand (Satoru for a millisecond thinks of a possibility to yank it away just out of spite, but Suguru’s fingers entwined with his own feel too nice and he decides that he does not care).
“Well, at least try to pretend then,” says Suguru. “You promised to do as I wish today, didn’t you?”
Ah, right. Stupid bet.
Still, the lurking excitement makes Satoru’s pulse quicken. Is it a game? A roleplay or something? Are they going to mess around in public?
He was already sporting a semi since all the fumbling with the prep earlier, and the mere thought of Suguru and dirty kinky stuff he wants to do to Satoru stirs the dormant heat in his guts.
“Alright,” he manages to say almost naturally without giggling. “Lead the way, o-sorcerer-sama.”
And so they walk.
And walk some more.
And buy drinks and snacks at another stall, lounging on the bench under the sunlight, squinting their eyes at the breathtaking view in front of them - Suguru did put some effort into choosing the path to walk, it is really a picturesque part of the city.
Satoru downs his soda and presses his hip into Suguru’s, casually wriggling closer. It is nice but too peaceful for his preference, he aches for some action already.
Suguru chuckles and grabs his hand which slides over his thigh, sneaking up towards his zipper.
“Wanna hit the amusement park on the other side of the hill?” he asks with a smile so serene and amicable that Satoru immediately wants to punch him.
Instead, he scoots closer and whispers hotly:
“I am very much up for the amusement, yes.”
Suguru laughs and shoves him away.
Satoru’s suspicions grow bigger and bigger.
Something is not right, they are literally loitering around like some normies would do, Suguru for some reason checks out the stand with the souvenirs, then buys them more snacks, and Satoru isn’t even tempted to munch on his chocolate anymore, he feels restless, and broody, and Suguru’s soft smile doesn’t improve his mood.
“Look,” Suguru says. “Ferris wheel. Wanna ride?”
What’s the point of riding the ferris wheel if Satoru can fucking fly, gosh? And Suguru can just summon his Manta Ray or Rainbow Dragon and fly too.
He nods, reluctantly, and Suguru leads him towards a precariously swaying cabin, and somehow excitement and expectation are returning, maybe that’s it? What if Suguru’s plan is doing him in the ferris wheel car, above the crowds, but where they could be seen by anyone if they raise their head?
Satoru imagines the visual, Titanic-style fogged-up glass with his, Satoru’s, handprint on it, a creaking and shaking cabin… He suddenly feels too hot and stiff in his clothes.
Suguru is such a freak, gods, Satoru cannot wait to see how it will be.
The car climbs up slowly, but Suguru doesn’t make any advances, he seems just perfectly fine sitting there, still holding Satoru’s hand and looking melancholically over the city.
Satoru coughs.
“Come here often?” he tries, and presses a chaste kiss on Suguru’s cheek, followed by slightly biting his jaw, obviously catching him off guard judging from how Suguru yelps and turns to him.
“What are you…” he asks. “Satoru, we’re in public!”
“Isn’t that the point?” asks Satoru and moves forward, eager to straddle Suguru’s lap and start kissing him properly. They are halfway up already and they will need some time to make the car windows steamy enough for the handprint to be seen.
Suguru doesn’t push him away but does not pull him into a kiss either, looking at him dumbly instead.
“Not exactly,” he says, finally. “Isn’t it nice? Just spend a day like normal high-schoolers would do?”
Satoru huffs. His patience is running really thin now.
“Are you gonna fuck me or praise the stupid vistas and whatnot?” he asks petulantly.
Suguru snickers.
“Fuck you? Here? Hey, I know you are quick but I bet that’s a tad too short a ride even for you.”
Satoru deflates immediately. He doesn’t get it, what was the point then?
And then it downs onto him. He’s read about this kind of shit, in the same magazines and forums he then pesters Suguru with, where all the amazing Suguru’s ideas are coming from - all these threads about ReLaTiONsHipS he usually scrolls through without paying much attention because he doesn’t think it is anything relevant for them, he’s here for some kinky ideas, dammit, not for this sappy shit - but now it suddenly makes so much sense.
When they are taking you out, being too attentive but not initiating intimacy…
When they act somewhat distracted and do not respond to your flirting…
He feels how his world crumbles down.
That’s when Suguru asks cautiously: “Satoru?..” and Satoru can’t hold it, he just can’t, there is an enormous lump in his throat and he starts gabbling just to get rid of it:
“I know why you’ve taken me here.”
“What?..”
"If you're gonna say that you have had enough..."
"Satoru..."
"...of fooling around and all that was just to let me down gently..."
"Satoru!.."
"Then you should already know it won't work! You are not leaving, full stop, if you leave me I'll turn into a fucking curse and will haunt you until you die and beyond and..."
"Satoru!!!"
There is not enough air in his lungs to continue, he opens his mouth silently, like a fish washed ashore, utterly lost, and desperate, and wretched, but Suguru grabs his shoulders and shakes him slightly.
“Satoru, look at me!”
He can’t. He can’t let him go. His vision goes foggy, but not foggy in a sexy, appeasing kind of way, he scrunches his nose in a desperate effort to hold down the wild outburst of unwanted emotions which threatens to consume him…
And Suguru wraps his arms around him, and pulls him in, pressing their foreheads together, and when Satoru finally looks, blinking rapidly to get rid of a humiliating wetness in his eye, he can see anguish in Suguru’s gaze.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says in a small voice, his breath mixing with Satoru’s shallow exhales, and it somehow grounds him better than anything.
The ferris wheel car reaches the highest spot and hovers over the ride down, and the world goes perfectly still for a second.
“I didn’t mean it,” repeats Suguru helplessly.
“I wanted to spend the time with you, dummy.”
“Because we are always on missions, or at school, or screwing around without a real chance to talk, without really being together, holding hands, hanging out without Shoko or the first years, or the whole Kyoto gang on our heels.”
“I wanted us to…”
Satoru silences him with a sloppy kiss.
He has heard enough, and he definitely doesn’t have the mental capacity to unpack all of this right now, not when their ferris wheel car slowly rolls down, bringing them back to earth.
“I know,” he whispers into Suguru’s painfully pursed lips. “I know. It’s fine.”
“Is it?” asks Suguru, looking at him as if he is searching for something in his face.
Satoru smiles.
It is, even if Suguru doesn’t believe him.
And sure, it is embarrassing, and stupid, and Satoru wants to kick himself for doubting Suguru even for a second, but it is also kinda… sweet?
“It was a nice date,” he says, and cringes internally, but Suguru smiles back and it feels like a tight knot unties inside his chest.
The world outside is slightly drowning in the soft evening light and they are drowning together with it.
“It was nice,” he repeats and pecks Suguru’s lips one more time, for good measure, before sliding off his lap and sitting on a bank beside him. “Now, take me home.”
***
"Suguru," whimpers Satoru and shifts on Suguru's lap, "I can't..."
He is not lying, he cannot take it anymore, this excruciatingly slow makeout session is driving him nuts, Suguru's lips, Suguru's hands on his sides, Suguru's warmth, Suguru's smell, all the dusty sunlight and pine wood and heady whiff of chocolate they had been eating on their way back. Suguru likes dark, bitter chocolate, not exactly Satoru's favourite. Still, when the rich smooth taste from Suguru's lips reaches his tastebuds Satoru cannot help but wish for more. He licks every crevice of Suguru's mouth, chases every drop, he melts into their kisses like his own milk chocolate bar was melting on his tongue earlier, and judging from Suguru's soft moan he also can taste it - the sweetness, the bitterness, the sting of never enough.
"Suguru," falls from his kiss-swollen lips like a prayer.
"But of course you can," says Suguru, he is almost purring, his voice caresses Satoru's skin like a silky smooth fabric, syrupy sweet and full of promises.
"Need you," Satoru squirms some more, deliberately pressing his ass down to feel, to make sure, and of course, Suguru is as hard as he is, the bastard, he just likes to tease Satoru, which is unfair given all the maddening chain of events he put Satoru through today.
The retaliation which Satoru comes up with is simple - he grinds down, panting, the hard curve of Suguru's clothed cock rubs deliciously on him, and through all the layers of fabric it shouldn't be possible to feel the heat, but Satoru can't help but think of it, breaching him, opening him up, so impossibly good, stretching his rim on the verge of burn, thrusting inside in one solid, forceful motion...
He shudders.
"Impatient as always," huffs Suguru fondly and catches his hips, making him sit still.
His cock under Satoru's ass, trapped in his tight jeans, twitches, though, and it makes something swell in Satoru's chest.
"Want you," he demands and receives more kisses instead, on his lips, on the tip of his nose, on his chin - Suguru's lips are everywhere, and despite their shared arousal he kisses Satoru gingerly and tenderly, with such affection that something contracts in Satoru's throat.
He doesn't know why he suddenly wants to cry, he would never think that this kind of silent praise could affect him, he likes it rough, he likes being manhandled, he likes when Suguru fucks into him with abandon, orders him around, doesn't let him come - then, sure, he would feel the burn under his eyelids, the sweetest reward of how good it hurts. But now, when Suguru slowly lays him down on the bed he cannot help but sob pathetically, Suguru's gentleness which usually comes after he ruins Satoru, breaks him down into millions of pieces, feels almost foreign, Suguru's soft reverent touches when he undresses Satoru are too much, Satoru is not ready for this gentle undoing, he is trembling, bursting at the seams, overwhelmed already by such a simple caress.
Suguru pauses, looking at him with awe, eyes dark and hungry.
"You are beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," he says, and Satoru barely contains the urge to cover his face with hands, he can't, he just can't. It is unfair.
As unfair as Suguru peppering with kisses his neck, his collarbones, his chest; Suguru, taking one of his nipples into a wet hot cavern of his mouth, playing with the already hard bud with his tongue - if Satoru wasn't lying down by now he is pretty sure he wouldn't be able to stand, so weak in his knees he feels.
Suguru scrapes his teeth around sensitive skin, teasing him, and sucks, hollowing his cheeks.
Satoru shudders.
His cock is already weeping, thick fat beads of precome gathering at the tip, he raises his hips in an attempt to get some attention where he actually needs it, and Suguru chuckles fondly, warm breath landing on Satoru's abused, red, swollen nipple, feeling like another phantom touch.
"Let me take my time with you, I wanna make love to you properly," he murmurs, and switches to another nipple, pale and dwindled, unlike the one he was playing with.
And Satoru, as embarrassed as he feels, lets him.
He feels weightless, devastated already, each touch brings him further and further, he is losing himself completely and Suguru - Suguru does. Not. Stop.
He rubs the pads of his fingers on both of Satoru's nipples simultaneously and the thought of coming just from this seeps through the wool in Satoru's head, renders him soundless, his body is tense as a string, quivering, opening up, if he concentrated enough he'd feel the first ripples of a mindblowing wave of pleasure gathering on the verges of his being, in this reverent warmth of being loved and praised.
Satoru knows that he is special, he has been all his life, but nothing can be compared - nothing could've prepared him for being special for Suguru and Suguru alone.
He is not prepared for being powerless without being overpowered either, but Suguru's gentle onslaught does not have any limits, it stretches both time and space, it makes Satoru curl his toes and beg with a voice utterly broken: "Suguru, please..."
"Shh, sweetheart, you are doing so well," Suguru's words drop on his skin like a sweet poison, somehow the pet name sounds so, so different now, even though Suguru often calls him things when they fool around, his eyes are burning again from the sheer intensity of sensations and when Suguru pushes his fingers in Satoru's mouth he is grateful for a distraction and sucks on them hungrily, impatiently, almost gagging from the effort.
"Slow down, Satoru," murmurs Suguru, but his fingers tell otherwise, they are pressing down Satoru's tongue, forcefully opening his jaw wider, pushing in, and Satoru all but chokes so good it feels.
He mewls helplessly when saliva-coated fingers retreat, but then Suguru leans down, to abuse some more his red, swollen nipples, and pushes one finger in, crooking it with a cruel precision, jabbing directly into Satoru's sweet spot.
He comes with a shout, in thick, fierce spurts, and shakes tremendously while Suguru jerks him off through his high, using his own cum as a lube, fucking finally touching his violently twitching dick.
He might have blacked out for a second because the next thing he sees is Suguru, hair undone and messy, licking white drops from his godawfully long fingers and looking at him so intently as if he wants to etch Satoru's image in his mind.
Suguru's eyes are dark and glassy, and he obviously likes what he is seeing. Satoru stretches out his hand and tugs weakly on Suguru's shirt.
"Off with that," he says. "Wanna see you too."
Suguru chuckles.
"What, the Six Eyes are not enough?"
"Uh-huh," Satoru is so sated he almost misses the jab. "Never enough with you."
The way Suguru's eyes widen at that fills him with dark, hungry elation. "More," he says, still coming down but still feeling the warm wave of anticipation washing over him.
"Brat," says Suguru fondly and quickly undresses, and it is the best, Satoru could watch forever this display of taut muscles, broad shoulders, defined abs, dark happy trail starting under his belly, and...
He gulps audibly loud. Suguru is hard as a rock, his thick length is curving up, so strained it slaps on his abdomen when he gets rid of his boxers, a pretty pink tip peeking out of the foreskin. Satoru's mouth waters at the sight.
"Wanna," he says, not bothering to form a full sentence.
Suguru will get him anyway.
And Suguru gets him, he kisses him sweetly and readjusts them on the bed, turning and scooting Satoru's still jelly-like body up, so Suguru lies on his back underneath him, Satoru's legs on the sides of his head, and Satoru facing his raging erection. Satoru sighs with gratitude and nuzzles into the musky, hot length, his own spent cock fluttering when Suguru strokes him lazily, gathering the rests of his load.
"Move your hips a bit, baby," says Suguru, hot breath grazing Satoru's inner thigh, sending the itchy sparks up his spine. "And open your mouth."
Satoru doesn't need instructions, not really, he is salivating already, eager to feel the salty skin under his lips. No sweet dessert can compare to the taste of Suguru in his mouth, to the feeling of scalding, pulsing flesh invading him, cutting off his breath, his throat constricts even before he is sinking his head lower, from the mere promise of choking, and he moans shamelessly around Suguru's twitching cock, swirling his tongue around the meaty shaft.
His reward comes with Suguru's muffled groan and Suguru's hips jerking up, and he eagerly takes more, hollowing his cheeks to increase the pressure.
"Fuck," Suguru grunts, trembling under him, and it fills Satoru with unlimited bliss and smug satisfaction.
He inhales through his nose and wills his throat to relax, sliding lower, gripping Suguru's thighs for support, until he is nuzzling into his balls, his head is dizzy from the lack of air, but he wants more, more, if he just could swallow Suguru and keep him forever, never letting go...
His head is yanked back at the same moment he starts to properly choke.
"Slow down," Suguru chastises him, gripping his hair while Satoru is coughing but still mindlessly trying to dive back down, he needs it, he wants it, he is drooling all over Suguru's hard-on, he will die if he doesn't blow him off here and now, dammit.
"Slow down or we will have to stop," says Suguru and Satoru freezes. His brain short-circuits because he simultaneously wants Suguru to order him around, to restrict him, but he also cannot think of anything but Suguru's dick swelling in his mouth.
And of course, Suguru, the jerk, chooses this moment to spread his asscheeks one-handedly and massage his rim with a sticky finger pad.
"So soft here, seriously, Satoru?" he coos and kisses the tip of Satoru's dick, semi-hard already, dangling in front of his face.
Satoru whimpers faintly, and Suguru loosens his grip on his hair, letting him lower his head, cheek squished against Suguru's length.
He can feel himself how his hole is fluttering under the inquisitive touch, all the prep he has done earlier pays off, he is ready, oh so ready to go.
His knees are sliding apart as if his body is eager to open for Suguru, to expose beyond any limits, each nerve cell inside him is trembling impatiently, contracting, waiting for the intrusion - and then Suguru raises his head and licks, and Satoru all but falls apart.
Licking, sucking, nibbling on the tender puckered rim, thrusting his tongue inside - Suguru is eating him out so thoroughly and eagerly, that Satoru feels he is on the verge of coming again, sparks of pleasure are running wild up and down his spine, pooling in his groin, he is panting heavily, mouthing obliviously Suguru's cock, not even able to bring himself together for giving him a proper head - until Suguru thrusts his hips up, smearing Satoru's lips with the precome, nudging them apart, and Satoru opens up with a whine, flattening his tongue and minding teeth instinctively because it feels so familiarly good.
When Suguru adds two fingers - not to Satoru's ass, which he still tongue-fucks with gusto, but to Satoru's mouth, already stuffed with Suguru's fat cock, Satoru starts sobbing, his eyelashes are wet already, it is too much, too much and not enough, he lets Suguru open his mouth even wider, tongue lolling out, pliant, submissive, waiting for the push to come.
And it comes alright, Suguru drives his cock into Satoru's mouth so deep he is hitting his tonsils, and at the same time prods salivated fingers into his asshole, stretching mercilessly, adding another, and yet another, until there are four digits fucking into Satoru in a brisk pace, jamming into his prostate like it's a fucking ring bell, and no way he will come untouched two times in a row, but the thought is washed away by the lack of the oxygen, and exhilaration from Suguru letting him gag this time, fucking his face with abandon. Satoru curls in, wishing to feel more, chasing the feeling of completion - until Suguru suddenly lifts him up and flips over, throwing him on the crumpled bedsheets instead.
"Sorry," he growls low and dangerously, looming over, dark hair falling down, cutting them off from the world around, confining them in the space for them and only them. "Cannot wait anymore. You're too much."
His first thrust punches the rest of the air out of Satoru's lungs. Suguru folds him nearly in two, presses him into the mattress with his weight, grinding impossibly deep, and even if Satoru loves his fingers and his mouth nothing compares with the drag of searingly hot hardness along each inch of his insides, Suguru fucks him as if he wants to break him apart - but also as if he cannot live one second without driving his cock in Satoru's hole, he is frowning, eyes glimmering with unspeakable affection, and Satoru just opens up, falls apart for him willingly, softly hiccuping from the force of each thrust, he couldn't say anything even if he wanted to, and it's probably for the best because the words which are thrumming in his head faster than his pulse are too silly, too corny, too plain and mundane for this.
"Hold on to me," pants Suguru, and lifts his upper body from the bed, and Satoru latches onto him obediently, moaning when gravity pulls him down, impaling him even deeper on Suguru's cock.
"Gods, Satoru," grunts Suguru, and thrusts his hips up, and each movement punches out a new moan from Satoru's chest, tears him apart, he is so full he probably can feel Suguru's dick all the way to his stomach, though what makes him shatter is not how good he is being fucked right now but Suguru's low, sultry voice singing in his ears: "So good for me, baby, you're perfect, I love you, I love you, I love you."
He just had to go and say it, didn’t he?
Satoru comes with a high-pitched cry for what feels like ages, and right when he thinks it is over Suguru spills deep inside him, pulling him down, on his gushing dick, as if wanting to make sure to fill him properly to the brim, to stuff his pulsing oversensitive insides some more, and Satoru's own still half-hard cock spurts translucent liquid at that, sending a violent seizure through his whole body, rendering his mind completely blank.
God damn Suguru's ideas of "proper love-making", toys and bondages felt less intense somehow.
Satoru is still non-verbal and shaking when Suguru lowers him down gingerly on the bed, eyes full of affection and... concern?
"m'okay" manages Satoru. He can't actually make himself coherent, but he can't either bear this particular look on Suguru's face.
Suguru kisses him softly.
“You are perfect,” he repeats.
Satoru smiles.
“Of course I am,” looks like the ability to speak returns to him, gradually, and so does Suguru's ability to look at him with fond exasperation.
“Me too, by the way,” he says, while Suguru leans forward to get paper napkins from the nightstand.
At that, Suguru drops the cardboard box and just stares at him.
“What?..”
Satoru bats his eyelashes making the best out of his no doubt still blissed, fucked out look.
“Need to check your hearing?” he asks. “Because I definitely need, I swear I heard you saying that you loooooooo…”
Suguru, always a sensible one, has wisely chosen to shut him up with a kiss.
Satoru hums happily into his mouth, parting his lips eagerly.
He just knows his time for retaliation will come, sooner or later. And he is not gonna be lame with that, oh no, this is going to be the most amazing confession a living person could get. The whole world will hear him when he says those words, loud and clear, and Suguru will smile with this soft, helpless smile of his, which Satoru loves so, so much, and will make some weird comment in return, and everything will be perfect until the very end.
Right?