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“hasty, aren’t we?” satoru chuckles teasingly as he stares down at yuuji, pulling on his waistband and pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles.
“s-shut up...i...just missed you, okay?” yuuji mumbled, almost incoherent as his ears turned red. on his knees, he stared at satoru’s semi-hard member. its girth and size never ceases to amaze yuuji every time he comes face to face with it. spitting on his right hand, he then wrapped his hand around the cock. he started off with slow strokes, thumbing the slit at times, where satoru was the most sensitive. satoru lets out a low groan as he threaded his fingers through yuuji’s pink hair, ruffling his hair.
giving into his urge to tease, yuuji’s fingers ghost over the vein on the underside of his dick, teasing another one of satoru’s weak points. his left hand goes in to fondle with his balls, purposely not touching the sensitive parts. at this point, yuuji has given enough blowjobs and handjobs to satoru that all of satoru’s feel-good points are burned into yuuji’s muscle memory.
“damn...yuuji. stop teasing...me, be a good boy...” the grip on yuuji’s hair tightens significantly, hearing that leads to yuuji letting out a slight whimper. after fondling with satoru’s dick and balls for a while, precum started to ooze out of the slit. opening his mouth, yuuji slowly took satoru in, inch by inch, minding that his teeth doesn’t graze satoru. it’s slightly embarrassing to say this, but yuuji has ‘practiced’ with popsicles, lollipops and even bananas, deepthroating them and trying to control his gag reflex. he just wants to give satoru a good blowjob in return for the many times he gets fucked silly. yuuji takes him to the base, willing himself to not gag when satoru hits the back of his throat. inhaling deeply, yuuji hums, expanding his throat cavity. he could also feel his own hard-on twitching in his pants, waiting to be touched.
the miniscule vibrations edged satoru, who had been worked up by yuuji’s earlier handjob. “ah..fuck yes..so good for me.” he threw his head back at the ecstasy he was feeling, a warm heat enveloping his dick. his praise went straight to yuuji’s dick. with that, yuuji hollows his cheeks, creating a suction force, sucking on satoru’s cock as if it were one of his popsicles. lightly bobbing his head, he also tongued the slit, relishing in the slightly citric, sour tasting precum. yuuji steadied his breathing and tried to keep at a reasonable pace, ignoring his painfully throbbing dick in his pants. squeezing his eyes closed, satoru let out a string of low groans and moans.
“since when did you get so good at giving head, did’ya practice?” satoru breathed out, with a slightly playful tone. thinking back on the times he ‘practiced’, yuuji’s face flushed red. yuuji glanced up at satoru to see the expression on his face.
he looks absolutely blissed out, damn. didn’t know he could look like that…
continuing on, bit by bit, yuuji starts taking him deeper, grasping everything in him to not gag, quickening up the pace. “oh shiiit damn you definitely know what you’re doing...” satoru whistled as millions of pleasurable sensations overwhelmed him at once. yuuji needs to be held accountable with how his mouth is doing such wonders to him.
before coming undone, satoru further tightens his grip on yuuji’s hair, managing out a feeble “stop”. yuuji stops, looking up at him with a questioning look. it unintentionally looks sexy with the deep flush on his face. their heavy breathing resonated in the empty bathroom that they were in. taking a few breaths to keep himself from coming too early, satoru’s eyes glazed over yuuji’s face. rouge red dusting over his caramel toned skin. in addition to that, sweat droplets dotted his face and some tears collected on his waterline.
just. perfect. makes satoru want to further mess him up, tears adorning that pretty little face of his.
satoru already know what yuuji’s thinking about even without him voicing his query. to answer his question, satoru thrusted into yuuji’s mouth, surprising yuuji. from here on, satoru thrusted into yuuji’s mouth at a brutal pace, hitting the back of his throat every time. he grips onto yuuji’s hair, pushing him onto his cock, timing it with when he thrusts into him. despite the initial surprise, yuuji tries to take it the best he can. but ultimately failing, letting satoru ravage him as much as he wants. the tears that have been forming was flowing down his cheeks like there’s no tomorrow. his eyes were rolling back into his head, moans escaping his mouth like a broke record as he hears grunts and panting from above him.
“fuck. you’re s-so pretty like this, good. good.” satoru chokes out, a groan following in succession as his grip on yuuji’s hair becomes impossibly tighter. yuuji lets out a higher pitched whimper at the praise directed at him, feeling his dick twitch in anticipation of release. any sense of coherence was gone from yuuji at this point, he was drifting in and out of consciousness, only focusing on how good it feels.
as the thrusts speed up, yuuji could feel that satoru was almost at his limit. his thrusts had increased in speed, but becoming sloppier as he chased after sweet release. “a-ah fuck, i’m, this feels too damn good” satoru pants, a string of curses and moans ensued as he thrusted in and out of the warm, wet heat of yuuji’s.
yuuji was close to his own release as well, seeing how much satoru had enjoyed this gives him a great sense of satisfaction. “i’m coming!” satoru comes with a shout, shooting his seed into yuuji’s mouth in multiple thick spurts. with that, satoru relaxes his vice grip on yuuji’s hair. this was probably the best head he has received in a while (well technically he fucked yuuji’s mouth towards the end, but still...) how good this particular blowjob felt was no joke. maybe he should get yuuji to suck him off more often. he slowly pulls out his softening dick from yuuji’s mouth.
with satoru’s orgasm, it triggered yuuji’s own orgasm. yuuji comes hard in his pants, his vision whiting out as he comes with a blinding force. euphoria and pleasure flooded him all at once, to the point he couldn’t handle it. it’s probably the best he had in a while, with him passing out after coming down from his orgasm.
noticing that yuuji has passed out, satoru pulls up his pants. deciding that he wants to embarrass yuuji a little, he carries yuuji bridal-style to his dorm room. on the way there, he passed by nobara and megumi in the dorm living room. they looked back from where satoru came from and put two and two together. megumi coughed slightly, looking away while nobara stifled a laugh, making crude remarks.
well, at least satoru had the decency to at least clean yuuji up and change him into a fresh set of clothes before putting him to sleep on his bed.
“sweet dreams, my dear student~” pressing a slight kiss to yuuji’s forehead, satoru leaves his dorm room.
(when yuuji wakes up and goes to the living room, he wonders why megumi was avoiding his gaze and nobara silently chuckling at him)