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Satoru didn't enjoy alcohol. He hated the taste and he hated the way it made him feel. Why did it have to taste so disgusting? Why did all his new friends have to like drinking... and drugs. Smoke clogs the air as he stands dumbly, wanting a breath of fresher air desperately.
This is why his parents didn't want to send him to public school. He's found that they were pretty much correct about everything and with him being a new kid, a lot of people seemed to want to string him along.
Which is how he ended up lying to his family about studying at a trusted friend's house and how he found himself with a red solo cup in his hand with the attempt of being cool like everyone else at Mei Mei's party- a girl who'd liked to string Satoru around the most. Though he was pretty unaware of this.
She was eighteen, but she flirted with him often and Satoru didn't mind. She was really nice, she always said things that made Satoru start blushing like a little girl again, though he never wanted to date her but Suguru always made sure to pull him away from her anytime he'd try to be friends with her. He felt bad that he'd hardly got to thank her for inviting him to her party.
The party wasn't big, but his eyes were still hurting from the hung up flashing lights, blue, green and red dancing across his vision and his head pounding by the loud music. He was always sensitive to those kinds of things.
He should have expected Suguru to go off to talk to people who actually had personalities. He was just plain boring. Ever since Satoru started coming to school, Suguru was always too busy to talk to him when he saw him. He was always talking to the girl named Shoko who supplied him with the weed.
He'd known Suguru was smoking before he'd even joined school, because Suguru told him about it. He used his allowance from doing work at his mom's shop to buy it and he'd open all his windows to smoke while Satoru was over at his house during the summer.
He watched a few of his friends that he didn't expect to be the type to party like this. Nanami was usually sitting quietly, doodling in class with his bangs over his eye. He was in the grade below him, which Satoru was pretty sure both him and his friend Haibara had a crush on Suguru. But there they both are, they were passing a solo cup between them before Suguru started to help Haibara hold a blunt correctly.
He'd been friends with Suguru since he was little. For a while, they were going to the same private school in elementary before Suguru's parents divorced and put him in public school. But they were still best friends, they would play together after school since they couldn't during school. Suguru finally begged and begged Satoru to ask his parents to go to public high school and his parents agreed only because Suguru would be there.
Suguru.
He used to be so shy, he'd always hold Satoru's hand and pout when Satoru would talk to other kids. Anytime he'd accidentally trip with his tiny little legs he always cried for Satoru to help pick him back up and put a bandaid on him as if they weren't the same age.
Now look at him. He was drinking alcohol and smoking... he didn't even seem interested in having Satoru here. It certainly wasn't what he expected. He would be sad, he almost wants to go hide outside in Suguru's truck but then he actually shoves his way through the crowd and back towards him, his baggy pants and white tee with his black jacket making him look like a trouble maker.
He always kept Satoru hooked, even with the cigarette burns in his jacket and the chewed strings from Satoru himself, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find himself being angry at him. Even if he did look like a delinquent with the hem of his boxers peeking out and beer stains on his shirt.
"Did you even drink any of that, 'Toru?" He slurs, stinking of cannabis so strongly Satoru scrunches his nose. It isn't a pleasant smell at all. He sways on his feet, his hair practically falling from what was a carefully placed bun. His hair just keeps growing longer and longer. It was a surprise Satoru's parents didn't ask him to stop hanging around Suguru yet because he looks like the type of person who would smoke and drink these days.
Trying to fit in with the crowd.
Satoru sighs and reaches over to fix the loose strands of hair. Why couldn't Suguru be like the Suguru he was when he was little? The Suguru that let him kiss his boo-boos and stuff. Now he had to go off and break rules. He used to be the one telling Satoru to be good. He wasn't sure when Suguru started to act like such a grown up, because it seems like almost yesterday that Satoru had been taking care of him.
Plus, Satoru hated lying to his parents. His parents are very good to him, they gave him things most kids didn't have. He was very grateful for them. Even if they were strict and didn't like him having many friends. They accepted him when he came out to them as transgender and let him cut his hair and bought him a binder.
This is how he repays them?
"I had a couple sips. It's yucky." He says, obviously hiding the fact that he was actually nervous to disobey his parents, twisting Suguru's hair back up neatly and tying it. Suguru looks at him like he's hung the stars in the sky, he has never seen him look at him like that before and Suguru leans in close, his alcohol breath faintly fanning over Satoru's face and next thing he knows he's grabbing his hips roughly and pulling it flush to him.
He squeaks nervously, watching the way Suguru's narrow eyes, hungry and sly, graze over his face. Suguru almost looks like a fox with the sharp turn of his nose and slender face. "I bet your jus' scared." Suguru slurs, his hips flush against his. Satoru lets out a nervous giggle at the whole situation. He really was older wasn't he, with his cute, ruddy face. He didn't look as much of a teen anymore. He could see the faintest hint of facial hair on his upper lip, which glistens in the flashing lights with sweat.
That was the thing. As soon as Suguru started growing into his own body, filling out broad shoulders and looking more like a man, Satoru realized that he had a crush on him. Not just that- but he had his whole life. Satoru had a crush on Suguru since the second he met him in kindergarten, when Suguru spilled his glue and got feathers stuck to his shirt from their little project.
He started flailing his arms crying, so Satoru had escorted him to the office so he didn't get lost, not knowing the way as well as Satoru did- he would know since he was always being sent to the office.
Then they called Suguru's mom and she thought Satoru was such a sweet girl that she made Suguru personally thank him for helping him. Suguru hid behind his mom's legs to say it, blushing so much that Satoru couldn't even focus on what he said because he never saw anyone get that red before and after that, Suguru just started following him around asking if he would play with him.
"I'm not scared. It's just not sweet enough." He says, his hands are shaking and surprisingly no beer sloshes out of his cup. It was impossible not to react that way when your lifelong crush had his dick pressed against you, acting so naughty. Suguru takes his cup before he can spill it and gulps down a whole half of it, smacking his lips with a sigh, setting it on the counter and letting go of him.
"Then try this." He swoops over with an easy sway, his body moving like he has no energy or motivation to do so, which is out of character because Suguru is always working and opens the fridge, grabbing a case of six glass bottles. It's a pink liquid and it looks way more expensive than the littered cans of beer on nearly every single surface.
"I'm stealing these, Mei won't mind." He says, laughing as he cradles the case to his chest like it's a newborn baby. Satoru's head is killing him but he still wants to be with Suguru and have fun. He didn't want to kill Suguru's whole vibe. He looked happy. Even if he did act like a sleaze ball when he wasn't sober.
"C-can we sit outside, Suguru? I'm kinda hurting by these lights..." Satoru grabs ahold of Suguru's shirt, giving him his best attempt at puppy dog eyes which Suguru chuckles at. They'll have their own party outside, in the safety of Suguru's truck, away from all the lights and loud music. He was okay with music when it's softly playing, not beating into his body so hard he felt like he could throw up. Suguru would understand that, right?
"Sure. Let's go." He says, proving once again that Satoru was truly blessed to have him as his best friend. Suguru leads the way, sloppily pushing a few people over to get through since he's short and nobody ever moves over if he asks. But seeing Satoru, they part a little easier.
"Thank fuck you're so tall, huh?" Suguru laughs, the both of them stepping out into the soft breezy night, the sky is dark like a cozy blanket over them. The stars are twinkling out here at Mei Mei's place, far enough away from the big city. It's almost fall but not quite. School has just started two weeks ago, so it's warm and comfortable out. Suguru stumbles on the gravel driveway and pops open the bed of his beat up truck.
He got it from his dad who upgraded his own car, so Suguru uses this truck to help both his mom and his dad with work. Which is how he always has extra money. He drives him to and from school since he lives so close and it's on the way to his house, so his parents don't have to. They refuse to let him take any of the other ways of transportation to school, claiming it's gross with all those other kids or it's not safe for someone like him.
Like him as in, rich and pretty.
Satoru's parents love him so much it's almost ridiculous. Apparently his mother wasn't supposed to be able to have kids, so Satoru being born was like a miracle. They spoiled him to no end. Most kids didn't have it as good as he did, because both of his parents absolutely adored him. His mom and dad were much nicer than Suguru's mom and dad. Suguru's dad still calls Satoru a girl, no matter how many times Suguru reminds him. Satoru doesn't really care, he doesn't need approval from anyone other than his family and his friends.
His parents even adore and trust Suguru- they love him. Suguru is over at Satoru's enough that he knows where everything in his cabinets are placed over the ten years of friendship they've had to memorize each other's homes as their own. He's always been a good kid- at least most of the time.
The only person who had a problem with Suguru in his family was his baby cousin Yuta. Yuta is only a year old, but anytime Suguru is around the little boy immediately gives him the stink eye. Satoru thinks it's still adorable, though Suguru says he looks way too evil to be a baby. That he probably is possessed by a demon.
Suguru is always helping his family out like he would his own, which is why everyone in his family adored him so much. So he was usually a good example of trustworthy. But sometimes Suguru was bad. Like right now, stinking like weed and beer, eyes bloodshot and shirt stained from spilling his liquor down his front in his drunken frenzy.
Satoru crawls in and sets himself down in the bed of the truck with Suguru, who pops open the first pink drink as soon as he's settled and shoves it up to Satoru's lips. Satoru can hardly react before it's pushed to his lips by a giggling Suguru and Satoru gulps it down as fast as he can but Suguru's practically pouring it into his mouth and it spills over his lips and down his chin and onto his shirt. It's not a bad taste but it's already drying and sticky on his chin and between his boobs now.
He pushes Suguru's arm away with a laugh, trying not to choke. He was enjoying himself much more now that it was them alone together, Suguru's face illuminated in moonlight. He looks heavenly, even with that lame excuse of fashion. "Jeez, you trying to drown me?" He asks, looking down at his now wet shirt. He can see the grey color of his bra now and he looks up to Suguru who wears an easy smirk.
"No, just trying to get you to relax." Suguru says, and now he's reaching over and grabbing both of Satoru's hips, pulling him to his lap. Satoru doesn't laugh but he makes a noise that's almost similar, nervousness creeping up on him. Suguru looks even more heavenly up close and personal and Satoru wills himself to calm down by tugging Suguru's hair from its bun and letting it frame his face and fall down his shoulders.
Now he just looks fucking beautiful, enough to take Satoru's breath away.
"Hmm... maybe you should try one of these." Suguru says, breaking his trance as he reaches into the pocket of his jacket, fumbling around to collect each little loose pill and holds out a couple of them in his palm, the small pills making his hand look so big in comparison. Satoru pulls back as much as he can, his disdain clearly evident in his eyes. "This will help you relax." Satoru looks away. A clear no.
Suguru rolls his eyes at Satoru's attitude. Since when was Satoru the one who was always following rules? He needs to loosen up and take that stick out of his ass. He can be a good kid and still have fun like a normal teenager. This party was certainly the way to go- he hoped. Satoru just needed a little push right?
Look, Suguru didn't ask for Satoru to come to school with him so he could drag him down. No. He's his best friend and he wants to have fun with him- Satoru was already eager to please and attention seeking. He was easy to push around. This was no big deal, right?
He's not some kind of monster- don't twist it now, it's just. Satoru has always been his favorite prized possession. Throughout his whole life, he was always "Satoru's friend" never "Suguru" and he liked that. Of course he did. He was Satoru's and he wanted to show him off a bit. Only this was his territory now so Satoru is "Suguru's friend" and he'd be damned if he didn't feel giddy about the whole thing.
"Come on, don't look at me like that. It's just ecstasy. A little bit won't hurt you. Nobody will even find out, we can text your parents right now and tell them you're staying over with me." Suguru says.
And it's so tempting. Being in his arms- it's so tempting. Suguru wasn't one for physical touch but right now... he's touching him. Really touching him. He's always craved Suguru like this- since the moment Suguru started to look like a man. It feels good, so good he can feel his body betraying him and between his legs is warm and sticky.
He can't help it.
Suguru gives him a look that makes him feel like he's being annoying and he doesn't like it. He hates being a disappointment. "Or I can take you home right now and you can try and explain why you reek of weed and alcohol, Satoru." Suguru says, his face suddenly serious and his fingers dig into his hip a little harder.
Suguru didn't like being mean, but he's fucking drunk and Satoru has been taking his sweet time for way too long.
"No! I-I can do it... give me it." Satoru's whole body goes rigid and cold and he reaches out desperately, taking the tiny pill from Suguru's hand. It's pink and it's small and some of them are a few other colors but he pops it into his mouth and grabs the bottle of alcohol and downs it quickly, even though it burns his throat.
He'd rather die than let his parents ever know he's betrayed their trust.
Suguru laughs, actually laughs like he's never heard before, loosening his grip and pulling him in closer so he can feel his bulge through both of their pants, which makes him gasp. When he acts like this, it makes Satoru want to do good so he can make him happy like that. "Good boy, that wasn't very hard now was it?"
And Satoru shivers and if he had a cock it would be just as hard as Suguru's and its sooo fucking hot, so he whines softly. He hates it- all it took was a little alcohol and he was already fucking needy and betraying his parents (and his own) morals.
"Th-this is kinda... messed up..." Satoru breathes and Suguru barks his laughter, tugging Satoru down to grind the heat of his cunt against his cock. It makes Satoru's stomach flip, his heart beating fast and it makes the effects of the pill surge through his blood.
"Yeah? Isn't it hot though? I want you so bad, fuck, Satoru." He reaches his hands up further, pushing his shirt up. "Even though you're like this, I still want you." The breeze reminds him that they're outside and he jolts away from him, shoving his shirt back down.
It should be a bit of a red flag that he said the last sentence but Satoru's brain doesn't click like that, so he takes it as a compliment. He's nervous, holding his shirt down with a bit of a pout, not ready to be revealed just yet, even though Suguru's words were reassuring.
"S-Sugu-"
"God you're so annoying, Satoru. You're always fucking teasing me." He snaps roughly and Satoru bites his lip to keep it from wobbling. He didn't even get the chance to say a retort to Suguru's praise before he's already snapping at him. He doesn't want Suguru to be upset at him. He doesn't want to be annoying. "Aren't you sick of being such a tease? I'm trying to give you what you want."
Satoru shakes his head. He's so confused right now, he just wants Suguru to hold him. Can't they just keep rubbing dicks or something? Why is he being so pushy and rude? "I'm not trying to- Suguru I don't- I don't want to tease you. I-I didn't mean to-"
"Bullshit. You know what you're doing to me." He says, gripping Satoru's hips even rougher. Satoru whimpers, tears stinging his eyes as his head swims with the affects of all that's in his system right now. "Nobody is even out here, stop being such a pussy, Satoru."
That makes him feel like shit. It's a low blow. It makes his face heat up and tears sting his eyes. Didn't Suguru see him as a boy? Now he's fucking paranoid. This pill is fucking him up. Maybe he's just letting things get to his head.
He wasn't trying to tease Suguru... was he?
"I'm not a pussy." He says, which Suguru grins at, roughly grabbing the front of Satoru's pants, fingers digging into his cunt in a way he's never felt. He jolts, the disrespect makes him angry. But it also makes him so fucking wet.
"Oh yeah? Then prove it."
Satoru sits down fully, grinding down against Suguru's cock and sucks in a breath, a spout of dizziness washing over him at the abrupt and greedy movement of his desire and he hears the mortifying squelch of his pussy. God, he is so embarrassed right now. It makes Suguru groan.
"If this is so messed up then why are you so fucking greedy for it, huh?" Suguru says, gripping both of his asscheeks into his hands and it makes the rush of the drugs in his body and all of the pent up lust and emotions settle between his legs even heavier. The arousal feels burning hot, it actually hurts. His skin is tacky with a sheen of sweat. His skin feels wrong.
"Don't you wanna be bad? Nobody is gonna find out, we could do this all the time."
He knows what he's doing is wrong. But now he's confused and a little upset and Suguru keeps praising him and he... he just wants to make Suguru happy. This pill is really, really fucking with his head. He decides to say screw it and lets out a loud whine. Maybe if Suguru touches him, the pain will go away.
And he really does want to be bad.
"S-Suguru... fuck..." He squeezes his eyes shut and grinds his hips down, fast and desperate with no real purpose, just wanting to feel it with constant needy whimpers falling from his lips. It actually does make the pressure go away and it makes Suguru groan and he lets out a soft laugh at Satoru's desperation.
"Someone's gonna catch us if you're gonna be so fucking loud." He says, his voice going straight to his cunt, making him moan. He doesn't even care what he just said- he just wants him. He leans back and shimmies away, Suguru about to say something until Satoru is pulling his pants down slender thighs.
Satoru doesn't care right now. His skin hurts, feels sensitive and his clothes are heavy and the tacky dried alcohol between his boobs is bothering him. Even though he hears a voice inside his head trying to negotiate something, he ignores it. He doesn't care, he doesn't care, he doesn't-
"Fuck."
Suguru swallows as he watches him, slightly surprised. He takes in everything as he fully rips his pants down and shows off his grey panties, which have a tiny little bow on the pretty seam, hugging the curve of his ass perfectly, and Suguru pinches the little bit of his asscheeks that peeks from the fabric. It makes him whine and blush.
Next he lets his eyes hungrily graze over the way his underwear clings to his thick clit and folds with the slick staining the thin fabric. Satoru's head shakes as if he's trying to tell himself to stop but holds his shirt up to show his matching little bra anyway, in a perfectly lewd display that does wonders for Suguru's fucked up mind.
Satoru is a boneless, attention hungry, validation seeking, good boy who does what other people tell him with enough training. Even Mei Mei had figured that out, far quicker than Suguru did. It only took Satoru going to public school with him, for him to finally catch it.
It was never his intention but it is what it is and that's able to work out in his favor.
"Mmm... S'gru..." He looks down at Suguru, his head swimming pleasantly. He doesn't want to do this. At least some small part of his consciousness is still there and screaming for him to stop. He thinks Suguru might be taking advantage of him but it only lingers for a split second before he already forgets what he was thinking about.
Suguru...
He wouldn't take advantage of him, right? They've known each other since they were in kindergarten. Suguru was doing this because he loves him- this is what two people do when they love each other.
And Satoru loves Suguru.
Suguru's hands grip Satoru's hips tightly, lets him do his own thing but keeps him close and all Satoru wants to do is sink his teeth into the dip of Suguru's collarbone. So he does, leaning forward and grinding his cunt against Suguru's lap- the seam of his jeans provide the perfect friction against his clit.
Suguru sucks in a short gasp as he feels Satoru's teeth softly dig into the flesh over his bone, drool dripping down into the hem of his shirt as Satoru drags his tongue up his neck and to his jaw, slobbering like a dog.
"D'you like it... m' I hot?" Satoru mumbles, desperately rubbing their dicks against each other. Satoru ignores the fact that he can hear his own wetness and just keeps going. Suguru commits every single one of his needy moans to his memory for jerk off material later- which reminds him.
He pulls out his phone and Satoru groans when Suguru pushes him back, already forgetting that he'd asked Suguru a question and hadn't gotten an answer. "What th'fuck, S'gru-" He whines. Suguru holds up his phone like a proud parent and Satoru blushes cutely.
"Come on, don't be shy now, Satoru." He says, chuckling at the pouty expression on his face. He was already starting to sober up but Satoru had just gotten started. He was gonna at least have fun with him while he could.
Satoru hardly wiggles in protest as Suguru positions him like his own little doll, telling him to hold his shirt up and show off his tits just perfectly. This is the type of stuff he could jerk off to for the rest of his life. He tries not to look giddy as he snaps a few photos.
By tomorrow Satoru wouldn't even remember the pictures and he listens to his instructions like a good boy so Suguru has nothing to complain about.
"D'ya wan' me? M' pretty?" He doesn't fully understand what Satoru's saying at this point besides a few keywords that lets him know that he's asking if he is liking what he sees so he nods, pulling Satoru's shirt all the way up and over his head. It's true. He does love what he sees.
He loves the curves of his boyish hips, those cute little boobs hugged perfectly in his pretty bra, his soft skin so pale and easy to mark. Suguru never really did get what was so attractive about large tits because the size of Satoru's were perfect to him since the moment he gained the consciousness to realize they were there.
He remembers exactly the moment he realized they were there. It was when they were twelve and they went to the swimming pool with Satoru's dad. He did this little twirl to show off his new bikini. He was so excited because apparently "Daddy says I'm allowed to wear older girl swimsuits now, doesn't it look cool?" And then boom. Suguru had his jaw dropped. Never felt the same after that.
Satoru's face is a cute pout when he looks back at his face after setting his shirt to the side neatly. He didn't want his shirt to get any more dirty and have his parents asking more questions than they already will. His hair is a mess from lifting it up and he looks so adorable that Suguru's heart aches. Why had he let himself wait so long to get him like this?
"Hehe, Satoru~ you're so cute. So pretty. You're my pretty boy, aren't you~"
It's true. Satoru's always been his pretty boy. Back in grade school his parents would always tease them and call Satoru his girlfriend. At first- Suguru was disgusted. Satoru was like his sibling, always fighting off any bullies and tying his shoes up for him.
Somewhere around the time Satoru started cutting his hair and stealing Suguru's boy clothes was the time Suguru started to see him- really see him. Not in the eyes of a clueless child anymore. And he's dreamt of this moment for so long.
Satoru just nods along with whatever Suguru says, his trembling hands desperately grab his pussy, his drugged mind unable to take the full intensity of his own want. "Hurts..." A tear drips from one eye as his white eyelashes flutter closed.
"Aw, poor thing. You want me to take care of you?" Suguru asks, setting his phone down, which Satoru nods, hugging around his shoulders with a whimper, his back arched to leave room for Suguru to snake his hand down.
He's almost nervous now, his heart beating out of his chest as he finally gets to do the things he fantasized about nearly every night since he was twelve and started puberty. A dream come true.
Satoru jolts when Suguru's fingers slip past his panties and into the folds of his cunt, sucking in a breathy moan. "Nghh~" Satoru's drooling onto his shoulder, unable to speak anymore, just lazily moving his hips on his hand resting against his pussy, slick drenching the rough pads of his fingers.
"Good boy, just be patient for me."
Suguru wasn't a virgin, he knew exactly what to do, studying long and hard for this exact moment. Watching porn and hooking up with a girl from school who liked him. Manami Suda. She's pretty but his heart belongs to Satoru. Too bad for her. But good for him because now he knows what to do, pinching his clit between his fingers and he laughs at the endless mewls falling from Satoru's lips.
"You like your little cock touched?" He teases and that makes Satoru giggle a little, pleased with the choice of words, burying his face into his neck and letting out another gasp as Suguru rubs his swollen little clit. He's getting everything he wanted tonight, Satoru doesn't have any clue how long he's been waiting.
"Fuck, you're so hot. I'm gonna split you in half on my cock, how does that sound? I'll cum inside you and eat it out of you." He rolls over, vaguely seeing that the party is still active indoors and lays his jacket down and splays Satoru out in front of him, in all his glory.
He looks up at the sky, not saying a word, mesmerized by the stars, the music from the house pulsing through his veins. He's able to register that he feels funny, grabbing his cunt and trying to touch himself to relieve the only thing making this not enjoyable.
Suguru laughs at that, watching as Satoru gasps and whines, pushing his fingers into the pink slick folds and right to his little hole, trying to get himself off.
Satoru doesn't feel anything. He's not nervous, he's not scared, not anymore. He feels good. His eyes are seeing colors he's never seen before, the scent of Suguru stained into the jacket he lays on, his body is light- he feels like he's floating on the surface of the ocean, the dark night makes him feel like he's deep in thought, even though his brain is completely empty.
So. Fucking. Happy.
He feels Suguru's hands caressing his body, appreciating every cell of his skin, the fragments of his soul, and he loves him. He loves him. He loves him so freaking much. He wants to carve a hole into Suguru's rib cage and live there, right next to his heart. It's the only way he knows how to express how much he loves him.
He's speaking but he can't hear his own voice and the only thing he can hear of Suguru is his soft voice commanding him. "Open up, my pretty boy." He wants to be that. He wants to be Suguru's pretty boy, so he relaxes, spreading his legs wider and willing his fingers to leave the wet warmth of himself behind, hands resting on his chest. Suguru will take care of him now.
Suguru looks down at him, his white hair glowing like a halo, the expanse of his alabaster skin is a canvas that he paints with his teeth and those bright blue eyes, framed with his long fluttering lashes- he growls, leaning down to bite lilac bruises down his chest, hand unclasping his bra and tugging that away too.
Now Satoru sits delicately, every piece of him is Suguru's own, completely bare before him. He can't wrap his head around anything but Suguru's scent in his nose, his chest feeling so cold out in the open like this.
Suguru grabs his chest, touching his boobs, filling his head with white noise as he feels his nipples being pinched and suddenly Suguru's warm wet mouth is latched to one of the pink buds. Satoru knows he's moaning- his tongue swirling around them, but he can't hear it over the sound of the crickets and the frogs.
A big warm hand wraps around his mouth to keep him quiet and Suguru's leaning in, letting his free hand glide against his cunt, which leaks slick onto the fabric of Suguru's jacket. The finger breaches him and he throws his head back, arching his hips and flinging his legs around. He can't breathe- he's forgetting how, the breath punched from his lungs.
It's overwhelming to feel the finger inside of him and the soft sigh Suguru lets out as he sucks on his breasts makes his skin tingle pleasantly. He's completely surrounded by Suguru. He feels like he already lives inside his rib cage, warm and safe.
Suguru's fingers are so much bigger than his own and the stretch doesn't hurt- it feels good. He squirms, trying to get away- or pull himself closer, he doesn't know. He just needs something. Finally, instead of his hand, Suguru's mouth is attached to his own mouth, the taste of the alcohol on his tongue and finally Satoru places its flavor. Peach. Suguru's mouth tastes sour and sweet like a peach.
"You're so tight, Satoru. You take it so well, so good for me. Good boy." Suguru praises endlessly against his lips and Satoru must be saying something because Suguru's violet eyes widen for a moment before they soften again. The sounds of nature mask his own voice but he hears Suguru loud and clear.
"I love you, too." He says in a soft whisper, delicately wiping his hair away from his face and pressing soft kisses to his cheeks until Satoru's face is no longer wet with tears he hadn't even noticed he'd shed. He adds another finger, scissoring him open so he can take his cock. "So much. My pretty, pretty boy."
Satoru jolts as Suguru's two fingers are pulled out and his legs are suddenly grabbed and folded, shoved further apart, knees pressed to his chest. He makes sure his knees aren't blocking the view of Satoru's boobs, so he can watch them bounce as he fucks him. He's splayed out like a little doll, all for Suguru. His cock is leaking precum at the sight.
"Nghh~ 'Toru... need more. Sugu..."
It's the first time he's heard his own voice in what feels like hours, to which Suguru gives him a soft kiss against his calf, his knee, then settles his eyes on his. Satoru gasps as he feels the head of Suguru's cock slide into the folds of his cunt, making him whine and squirm as he eases the head of it into him.
"There you go, taking it so good. Such a good boy, I'm gonna fuck you so deep you're gonna feel it for days." Suguru hisses through his teeth, going cross eyed slightly as he focuses on the pleasure Satoru's pussy is providing him with.
"Please-"
In one swift movement Suguru is thrusting his cock in so deep and hard and fast he can't help but cry out as he feels the fat head of his dick slam against his cervix. He's flailing around, back arched and a sob tearing up his throat. His tits bounce with the thrusts and the desperate flailing. Suguru was right, he's so fucking deep-
Satoru stares up at the sky, the corners of his vision dancing with rainbow colors, the sky spinning and swaying and for a quick second he feels like it might fall down on top of them. He feels good, too good. He feels like he might throw up, but Suguru doesn't care- he thrusts again, not caring to hide Satoru's moans.
He feels a hand on his face, slapping his cheek a few times but he can't register any actual pain from it. "Stay awake, Satoru. I want you to feel everything. Don't fall asleep on me." Suguru coaxes, grabbing his hand and guiding it to his lower stomach.
"Feel that? I'm so deep inside you, Satoru."
Satoru mewls as Suguru presses down on it, making his bladder tickle and as he thrusts in and out roughly, he can feel himself getting closer and closer to spilling it all out so he starts squirming. He's at least partially conscious of that, not wanting to embarrass himself as he tries to push Suguru away.
"Off! Sugu- nghh~ no, stop!" He flails his legs and Suguru growls, pinning him down harder. He sobs, willing himself not to-
He gasps as he feels it all flood out of him, which Suguru growls and slams into him harder. "Ohhh fuck, Satoru, you're so fucking pathetic like this." He groans, his thrusts forcing Satoru's cunt to make the worst squelching noise possible with the added wetness. He's mortified right now, trying to get away. He's shaking and crying and he wants Suguru to stop now. It's too much.
He's not even sure if he just pissed himself- he thinks so. He's still convulsing under Suguru and crying. "Out. Stop. Please, stop." He chokes on a sob, his cunt clenching with overstimulation. Suguru growls and buries himself in deep, his cock nudging his abdomen from the inside.
Suguru shudders as he finally orgasms, filling Satoru's womb up with a gasp, thrusting through the aftershocks with desperation. "Fuckkk, you're so full, Satoru. So pretty like this. You made such a fucking mess." He praises.
Satoru is sobbing, tears slipping down his cheeks without a single ounce of shame. Suguru laughs, pulling out of his hole. Satoru's head is swimming, his world is pulling in and out and he's wet and cold and he's gulping air to try to keep himself from vomiting.
He doesn't feel good anymore- at all.
"Hurts..." He chokes out, which Suguru pulls him up, the whole world spinning and squeezing in on him so tight he can't do anything but sob. "Sugu- feels like m' gonna die-" He chokes, facing the floor so his tears drip all over his lap, nails scraping against his own face, leaving red lines on pale cheeks. Suguru grips his hands and stops him from hurting himself any further.
"No you're not, Satoru. I'm not finished with you."
Satoru wakes to the early morning sunlight filtering through the truck windows as he lays on top of Suguru, shivering slightly as he realizes he's only in his bra and underwear. The windows are cracked, so it lets in the chilly breeze of dawn, the scent of fresh air mixes with the scent of Suguru's sweat and deodorant and the faintest scent of alcohol and sex. He can't remember much about last night besides feeling like the happiest boy on earth.
He stirs a little, waking Suguru up in the process. Suguru groans before realizing it's just Satoru and then he's smiling giddily at Satoru's shivering form. He swears Suguru has hearts in his eyes and Satoru buries his face against his chest with a cute flush of embarrassment, the tips of his ears reddened. Suguru runs his hand down the divots of his spine and kisses his shoulder.
"Good morning, handsome." Suguru says.
Satoru sees lilac bruises bloomed like little flowers along his pale arms, in the shapes of Suguru's fingers. He looks up at Suguru and he wills himself to be brave for once in his life and reach up to kiss him. His lips move against Suguru's so easily, like that's what his lips were made for as he holds onto Suguru's white tee, burying himself into his body, letting his warm hands hold him close.
"I love you, Suguru."
Suguru cups his face and gives him another gentle kiss, running a hand over the back of his hair, his warmth soaking into his soul. Every single cell in Satoru's body that aches with bruises, aches for Suguru and Suguru only. He feels warm, Suguru soothing away his soreness with careful fingers.
"I love you, too, Satoru."
He has eighty seven messages from his dad, all of them showing that he’s read them already. Satoru doesn’t see that, just gets dressed and lets Suguru take him home despite the fact that he had no way to hide what they had done last night- whatever it was- because Satoru’s uterus feels 5 seconds away from bursting from how hard he fucked him.
Maybe it’s better to not remember everything.