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Satoru has taken a liking to cherry lollipops. A very dangerous liking, at that.
His lips look obscenely plump and glossy as they suction around the piece of candy. Its red coloring long ago soaked into Satoru’s lips, also coating them in a maddening tint that could pass as lip gloss.
Lewd noises come from his mouth. Every little ‘pop’ and squelch sounds like something out of a raunchy film, and the way his tongue makes continuous rounds over the lollipop could be a scene from such a film itself.
He appears rather oblivious to the image he’s created, contently sitting atop the front counter with his legs swinging, converse clad feet knocking into the cupboards. Although he sports a pair of dark, round sunglasses, Suguru knows there’s not a single care or acknowledgement in the eyes hidden behind those lenses.
It’s all because Satoru is a pretty boy, and he’s always been a pretty boy. He bats his eyelashes and pokes his tongue in his cheek and flashes coy smiles everywhere he goes, with no second glances spared to the bystanders who can only stare in awe. Their run of the mill roller skating rink is no place for a prim guy like Satoru, but he sticks around anyway and keeps Suguru’s days more interesting than what they’d be without him.
It’s been that way since he walked through the double front doors of the rink asking if there were any positions open for hire, simultaneously knocking Suguru’s entire existence off kilter from how breathtaking one mere human could look.
There hadn’t been any need for an extra employee at the time, but all of Suguru’s faculties fell out of touch at the sight of platinum hair and the alluring gaze from striking blue eyes peeking out from behind black sunglasses.
Everyday since then has been an uphill battle for Suguru. He deserves a fucking award for the sheer amount of strength and willpower needed not to bend Satoru over the nearest counter and fuck his brains out whenever he plays his little game of being a tease.
Especially when Satoru traces his fingertips over the visible tattoos lining Suguru’s arms, the parts that can’t be seen creeping along his collarbones to the base of his neck under his shirt.
“They’re fascinating,” Satoru always says in a tone that could only imply he cares more about the muscles underneath the ink rather than the ink itself.
So, it’s a bit of a problem, yes, but Suguru is handling it quite well. He hasn’t fucked Satoru, and somehow, he hasn’t fired him either. But god does he want to do one of those things, or both, maybe one more than the other. He hasn’t decided yet.
Satoru has the habit of making people want what they can’t have. He makes Suguru want what he shouldn’t.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if Suguru didn’t think of Satoru as his best friend after their two years of working together. He’d like to think that Satoru considers him a good friend too. Except, he isn’t too sure that a normal best friend would be paying this much attention to his best friend’s mouth sucking on a lollipop like it’s a cock.
It’s not that Suguru minds it that much, but other people are starting to look too, and quite frankly Suguru doesn’t take fondly to the idea of sharing.
He really needs to stop acting as if Satoru is all his when Satoru would never let himself belong to anybody in the first place, but still. Suguru can be a little greedy if he wants. These small delights aren’t harming anyone.
“Do you really have to make those sounds?” Suguru asks just as Satoru lets out another loud suction noise. “Surely you can eat a sucker like a normal person.”
“Oh? And how does a normal person eat a sucker? By shoving it up their ass?” Satoru hums, releasing the lollipop with a ‘pop’.
The comment is one Suguru can ignore, although it still makes his eye twitch. Between the frustration and the inconceivably crippling lust he feels for Satoru, he can’t tell which head of his has more blood rushing to it.
Twirling the candy between his fingers, Satoru inspects how much he has left before it’s acceptable to bite into the candy. He proceedingly gives it a few kitten licks which nearly sends Suguru into orbit.
“People are staring. This is a family roller rink, not a set for a porno,” Suguru reminds him, pointedly looking away from sinfully cherry red lips.
“And you were watching too, hm? It’s impolite to let your eyes wander, Suguru.”
Satoru is such a little shit and the worst part is that Suguru fucking loves it. He wants to stick his fingers in Satoru’s mouth and pinch his tongue, pulling it out just to spit on it and shove it back inside for Satoru to swallow. Even then, shameful acts and all, Satoru would no doubt take it with a smile.
It’s not in disbelief that Suguru huffs out a breath of laughter. No, Suguru already knows Satoru too well to be surprised by things like this.
There’s just only so much that Suguru can handle. Two years. Lollipops. Suggestive comments. Having made it this far without tipping over the edge into a pool of fuckery neither of them could ever come back from is a miracle in and of itself.
“I didn’t think you cared for ‘polite’,” Suguru says.
“Not in a lover, no,” Satoru hums around the lollipop, appearing otherwise disinterested. “But if everyone I knew degraded me, I might actually begin to think I’m a menace to society.”
“Are you not?” Suguru cocks an eyebrow.
He tries not to think about Not in a lover, no, because if he does, who knows what’ll take over him. Is this Satoru confessing to being a masochist? Not that it would be much of a surprise, but Suguru thinks he could dish out a fair trade of sadism when it comes to Satoru.
Devastatingly, Satoru pouts, and Suguru feels another crumb of his resolve chip off. “Well, the lady hanging outside the gas station the other day told me I was a sweet lil’ thang, so that has to count for something.”
“She probably just wanted to sweet talk her way into your cigarettes,” Suguru scoffs. Then he thinks for a moment. Satoru frequently smokes cigarettes, has a new obsession with candied sweets, and is never quiet about his, ahem, passion and talent for dick-sucking. “Do you like having something in your mouth?”
Satoru’s gaze hones in on Suguru like a heat seeking missile, which is accurate considering Suguru is embarrassed as hell after asking such a question with the reddening complexion to prove it.
The smirk that slowly rises on Satoru’s face is evil and full of bad omens. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Something in his gut twists and turns with desire. Challenging remarks are a common occurrence from Satoru, but Satoru isn’t typically so straightforward about them. Otherwise, Suguru wouldn’t have endured over two years without having Satoru in his bed and writing in his sheets.
If Satoru wants to get fucked, he doesn’t tend to suggest Suguru be the one fucking him. But here he is offering something that Suguru can’t pinpoint as a joke or for real.
To be safe, he laughs it off, shaking his head. “Very funny.”
“Did I sound like I was joking?” Satoru asks.
The smile on Suguru’s face falls flat. He regards Satoru with a look that says cut it out . “For your sake, I hope you were.”
“What do you mean?” Satoru cocks his head to the side, looking confused with his brows knitted together.
Suguru props his arms on the counter beside where Satoru sits. He looks up at Satoru, their gazes meeting as Satoru’s lollipop releases from his mouth with another pop. Satoru’s mouth looks tiny enough fitted around a small piece of candy, and not to brag but—Suguru isn’t small. Not even close.
“It’d be a tight fit for you. And I know you never back down from a challenge but,” Suguru shrugs. “this is one you’d lose, so I’m just trying to save your pride.”
“Oh,” Satoru hums. Like realization has struck him. Of what, Suguru doesn’t know, but nothing ever good when it comes from Satoru. “So that’s how you wanna play.”
“How I want to? No,” Suguru says. “That’s just how it is.”
“Sure, sure.”
Back inside his mouth the lollipop goes. This time Satoru makes sure to suck around it even more loudly than before. Keeps his eyes locked on Suguru while swirling his tongue around the top and hollowing his cheeks. When a disgustingly wet and hot sound squelches from Satoru’s mouth, Suguru feels his dick positively twitch in his pants.
Then, because he’s a teasing little shit that loves to watch the world burn, Satoru slowly checks Suguru out from top to bottom without even trying to be subtle.
With an overdramatic release of the lollipop, Satoru says, “I could totally take you.”
Suguru tries not to look as taken aback as he feels. It’s definitely veering into a challenging territory that Suguru isn’t sure his dick can survive through—the conversation, that is. And if mere words are getting him like this, who knows what he’d be like with Satoru’s mouth actually around his dick.
He doesn’t know why the universe has picked now of all times for them to have this discussion, and not closer to when they first met or perhaps even later. Now isn’t a good time. Never is even better. Then Suguru doesn’t have to get his hopes up and can keep living in denial.
“You haven’t even seen me,” he excuses.
“I don’t have to,” Satoru speaks the words as easily as he breathes air. As if they aren’t talking about the size of Suguru’s dick. “I know it’s big, but my mouth’s bigger.”
“Is that why it has such a large capacity for all that bullshit you spew on a daily basis?” Suguru scoffs.
“I think you should let me suck you off,” Satoru suggests, completely ignoring Suguru’s previous question.
“And I think you should focus on your job,” he strains out.
Suguru checks the watch on his wrist and sees he still has an hour of his shift left. One more hour of putting up with Satoru’s advances that even seem extreme for Satoru. Has Suguru been doing so poorly at hiding his attraction that Satoru has taken pity and finally decided to make a move?
Luckily, a couple of teenagers come to the counter asking to rent skates until closing. He takes their shoe sizes and payment, then hands them their skates and feels Satoru’s eyes stuck on him the entire time he does so.
Suguru has faked a customer service smile under many circumstances, but now he gets to add ‘while fighting off a boner because my insufferable yet sexy as fuck coworker wants to blow me’ to the list.
Satoru’s finger hooks in one of the belt loops on Suguru’s pants and yanks him closer the moment the teenagers walk off. “We could even do it on the clock.” Satoru clicks his tongue, eyes grazing over Suguru’s frame seductively. “Get paid to bust the best nut of your life.”
Satoru grins and taps the lollipop against Suguru’s lips. It’s sticky and feels uncomfortable when Satoru pulls it away, but the action itself is so hot Suguru feels himself reeling from trying not to burst through his zipper.
“Live a little, honey,” Satoru encourages. “God knows it’s been too long since you have.”
Okay, ouch. Yes, it’s been a while since Suguru did anything…exhilarating, anything he wasn’t supposed to. But sue him. He’s nearing his thirties and he left his wild tendencies behind in college because there’s no place for them in the real world. And it’s not like he was expecting the curveball that is Gojo Satoru to come flying his way and could’ve prepared for it.
With a sigh, a very deep sigh, at that, Suguru pushes himself away from Satoru and leans against the opposite counter to the wall. He crosses his arms. “If I happened to entertain this idea—which I’m not—where would you propose we do it?”
Their options are almost slim to none. A backroom that is so cramped it functions more as a janitor’s closet, then two sets of restrooms: the public stalls and the employee one. Suguru would rather play speed bump for every person skating on the rink than get his dick sucked in one of those stalls. The employee one is slightly better, but a private restroom is still a restroom.
Suguru’s standards for places to hook up might as well be in hell, but they’re still higher than a goddamn restroom.
But this excites Satoru. He wriggles off of the counter and into Suguru’s space. He regards Suguru with an all too smug expression. “That’s a question someone who’s definitely entertaining the idea would ask.”
“You’re making very unintelligent assumptions,” Suguru says.
“Let’s say, Suguru,” Satoru begins, poking his painted nail into Suguru’s chest through the thin cotton of his muscle shirt. His eyes drift up until they meet Suguru’s gaze. “ If I were to give you the best head of your life— if I were to take you down my throat…swallow around you…make you see literal stars with my tongue,” he says in a deep, quiet tone laced with silk and very, very bad intentions. “I’d want to do it somewhere you could throw me onto a bed afterwards and fuck me like I know you’ve been dying to for so long.”
Suguru swallows so loud he’s afraid Satoru will hear the nerves that go down with it. Even then, he’s certain Satoru feels the way his heart is pounding in his chest. Evidently, he hasn’t been as subtle as he thought.
“But,” Satoru sighs, sounding inconvenienced, then traces a little heart where his nail still prods into Suguru’s chest. “We’re at work, and there’s no bed here, so it looks like you’d just have to bend me over any flat surface of your choice.” Much to Suguru’s disappointment, Satoru withdraws to the opposite counter again. “And besides, this is merely hypothetical, so it’s not like it matters, does it?”
“Right.” Suguru nods unconvincingly. “But, hypothetically, if we were to fuck here, it wouldn’t be awkward after, would it?”
“No, because it wouldn’t be the last time it happens,” Satoru says. “Hypothetically, I’ve been waiting very impatiently for you to make a move. So I’d be greedy for more.”
“Greed spoils morale of the heart, Satoru,” Suguru quips.
“Baby, my morale was spoiled a long time ago.” Pop! goes the lollipop on its way out of Satoru’s mouth. Again.
He’s filth. Utter filth. That’s all Gojo Satoru is. That’s all Suguru has known him to be. But god, Suguru isn’t exactly the textbook definition of a saint himself. Bad behavior tends to spread like a wildfire, and Suguru is certainly feeling the flames light up inside of him watching Satoru swirl his tongue around that lollipop right now.
“What about the security cameras?” Suguru tips his head towards the various cameras attached to the ceiling. He’s the only one checking the tapes, but there’s still no way he’s allowing them to make an accidental sex tape that’s truthfully not accidental in the slightest.
“I’ve taken notes of all the blind spots.”
“How did you do that?”
“Checked the cameras myself,” Satoru mentions passively. Suguru frowns. The security room stays locked and the key to unlock it stays in his pocket at all times. “I pick-pocketed you once while you were being seduced by my charm. Returned the key before you could notice.”
Suguru sputters like a teenager who’s just been caught by his mother while watching porn. “You’ve never seduced me—I must’ve just been having an off day or something,” he excuses.
“Hmm, no, you were definitely drooling over how much the collar of my shirt was revealing that day,” Satoru recalls. “But if being horny is what constitutes having an off day, then sure, let’s go with that.”
The fact that Suguru can remember the exact day and outfit so clearly in his mind isn’t a good sign. He was indeed close to drooling over Satoru’s chest then. In all fairness, Satoru happened to be sporting not one, but two hickies that day. One on his neck, the other near his clavicle. Rather than getting jealous, Suguru just wanted to add onto the amount of markings Satoru had.
“Blind spots—“ Suguru quickly steers them back on topic. “Where are they?”
Like information he’s had tucked away in the back of his mind for this exact moment, Satoru recites with ease, “The very back table by the claw machines, the wall to the left of the women’s restroom, and,” Satoru points with the lollipop to his right. “that far corner of the counter.”
Of course all of their options are flat surfaces perfect for doing bad things against. It’s almost too convenient. The images that surface in his mind consist of having Satoru get on his knees for him, bending Satoru over, their bodies moving frantically, his fingers stuffed in Satoru’s mouth to muffle his cries—
He’s drawn out of his imagination when the music dies down and Satoru’s voice comes through the intercom announcing the rink closes in twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes. That’s all he has left before a very defining moment of his life either takes place or fizzles out depressingly, just like most other exciting opportunities for himself have in the past. To fuck Satoru or to not fuck Satoru — quite the dilemma it is.
But, if all their hypotheticals are not as hypothetical as they say, then that would mean Satoru actually likes him. He’d want to do dirty things to Suguru not just once but twice, maybe even more than that. It’s such an oddity to imagine Satoru ever settling down, but to think Satoru sees him as the exception…
Okay, no, don’t get too far ahead. Satoru never mentioned making Suguru his boyfriend. More like he’d be interested in becoming fuck buddies. But still. Suguru isn’t exactly opposed.
He feels his palms begin to sweat when Satoru turns around from the tiny microphone on the counter and looks at him again. How terrifying it is to have the undivided attention of a beautiful man who he knows would suck his dick so good it would have him building a shrine to worship his mouth for the endless days to follow.
“All I’m saying, Suguru, is that it would be quite a waste not to. At least, don’t you think?” Satoru asks. “I even brought condoms with me today. I was really hoping I wouldn’t be leaving with them still in my wallet.”
“You planned this?” Suguru scoffs in disbelief.
Satoru merely waves his hand dismissing the shock factor. “Like I said before, I’ve gotten impatient.”
“Jesus,” Suguru mutters under his breath. “Are you always this easy?”
Laughing, Satoru lightly smacks the lollipop against his tongue that’s sticking too far out of his mouth to look anything other than passionately lewd. “Honey, if I was this easy, I would’ve had you moaning my name the day we met.”
There goes his dick twitching in his pants again. And it’s too obvious because Satoru’s eyes flicker down to observe the movement.
Suguru briefly redirects his attention to the customers beginning to leave the rink to bring their skates to the counter. Taking the skates and dumping them in the bin for cleaning gives him something to do while Satoru’s eyes stay locked onto him. He keeps his back to Satoru and tries his best to ignore him, but it’s difficult when Satoru’s gaze feels as if it’s literally burning holes into his shirt.
The silence is heavy once the last customer leaves. Music continues to play in the background, but Suguru can’t hear any of it, too preoccupied with waiting for Satoru to speak up again.
He risks a glance over at Satoru, sees him still sinfully sucking on the lollipop that’s nearly gone now. Whatever theatrics he’s pulling with his tongue is for dramatic effect to seduce Suguru rather than actually enjoying the candy itself. It was probably never Satoru’s intention to be so innocent about it to begin with.
Meeting his gaze, Satoru smiles knowingly, and the mischievousness flashes through his eyes. Satisfaction is written all over his expression when Suguru releases a drawn out, exasperated breath.
“Well?” Satoru hums.
Let this be known as the one time Getou Suguru thought with his dick and nothing else.
Keeping eye contact with Satoru, Suguru brings his hands to his belt and begins working at the notches, pulling it undone but doesn’t unwrap it from his cargo pants. He falls back against the counter that Satoru had mentioned being a blind spot from the cameras and curls his fingers around the ledge.
It’s meant to be a silent invitation, but Satoru’s looking at him like he hadn’t actually expected Suguru to give in. Wide eyes, candy caught loosely between his teeth, much too pretty for someone like Suguru to put his hands on. Suguru really is too weak for the pretty ones, something so rewarding in tainting them with his own touch.
“What? Are you changing your mind now?” Suguru questions.
“Of course not,” Satoru scoffs. “Just thought I’d have to prod a little more.”
Coming closer, Satoru approaches Suguru with ease and traps Suguru against the counter with his hands bracketing his sides. In this position, it’s obvious that Satoru has some height over Suguru. Not enough to completely tower over him, but Suguru always thought he would’ve done well as a model with his lithe figure and perfect body lines.
Satoru leans in closer to Suguru, seemingly trying to get more of a rise out of him. However, the opposite happens when Suguru reaches up to pull the lollipop stick out of his mouth.
The rosiest blush paints Satoru’s cheeks as he draws back slightly, suddenly flustered. Something Suguru isn’t used to seeing written all over Satoru’s face.
It’s kind of adorable how Satoru is all confident with his brazen attitude and words only to turn pink when someone reciprocates on a comparably mild level. He can’t help but wonder if Satoru is like this with others too, or just him.
“One thing in your mouth at a time, babe,” Suguru murmurs, planting a teasing tap of the stick against Satoru’s lips before tossing it aside on the counter. He’ll have to sanitize the entire area later anyway.
When Satoru’s hips knock into his, he feels the brush of Satoru’s erection poorly concealed in his jeans. The contact draws a quiet gasp out of Satoru. He’s already getting hard and nothing’s yet transpired aside from a few words and closer proximity. Interesting.
Of course, it’s only natural that he teases Satoru about it. What else is there to do after Satoru brought them to this point by tormenting him for the last portion of their shift?
“Look at you,” Suguru says, sneaking his hand down to swiftly cup the tented area, feeling the outline of Satoru’s length and rubbing his thumb under the tip. He smirks when Satoru hisses at the touch. “Talking so big just to fall apart so easily. You’re such a little shit, Satoru.”
“I thought— ah, I thought you liked it.”
“Hm, maybe.”
While Suguru slowly jerks his hand up and down over the denim, Satoru ruts his hips into it just as steadily. Between Satoru’s teeth suffers a reddening bottom lip, nearly gnawed through from how hard he’s biting it.
Then Suguru decides to unzip his jeans so he can feel Satoru just through his boxers. With less layers between, Satoru lets out a low moan as Suguru squeezes his cock tighter than he was able to before. He looks good like this, already halfway to ruin just from a few simple touches, but it’s not the sight Suguru is looking most forward to.
“Come on, Satoru.” Suguru pulls out of Satoru’s jeans and locks his fingers in his platinum locks, tugging down on them to give him a hint. “On your knees, babe. I’ve waited long enough after all your goddamn teasing.”
Knees meeting floor, Satoru looks up at Suguru over the lenses of his glasses through his lashes. After little thought, Suguru releases Satoru’s hair to pinch the side of his glasses and pull them off of his face. The action comes out more tender than he’d anticipated, if the way Satoru’s eyes briefly widen says anything.
He can’t help it, though. Satoru has such a pretty face, and Suguru wants to see every spick and speck of his features when he’s going down on Suguru. Detailed with the lightest of freckles on his delicate skin, the most sublime blue eyes Suguru has ever seen, the softest curve along the bridge of his nose—they’re all such simple things to find amazement in, but Suguru thinks Satoru makes anything simple appear so extravagant.
After setting the glasses down, Suguru tousles his hand through Satoru’s hair again. He doesn’t fail to take notice of the way Satoru’s eyes flutter shut for a moment when he gives another tug. He even leans into the touch with the bare hint of a smile curving his mouth. Oh, he’s going to be so pliant.
“This feels like another one of my dreams,” Satoru says, taking his time in undoing the button on Suguru’s pants. Then, unexpectedly, leans forward to take the zipper between his teeth and drag it down. When he’s done, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of both Suguru’s pants and boxers while looking up at him. “You may have to pinch me every now and then.”
“Will me fucking your throat not be enough of a reminder it’s real?” Suguru questions.
It’s a little more vulgar than how he’s used to being. Something about Satoru brings out the worst in him evidently. But manners aren’t exactly pivotal to their situation when Satoru’s pulling his pants down, allowing his cock to spring up. He holds back a hiss when the cool air hits it.
How flushed he already is would be embarrassing if not for the fact he knows it will only egg Satoru on even more. Satoru knows he has a certain effect on others, but he likes to see it for himself more than anything.
At the same time Satoru reacts to finally seeing Suguru’s cock for the first time, Suguru watches Satoru keenly, hoping he isn’t disappointed. Although, not to sound too full of himself, but Satoru shouldn’t have to complain about anything other than it not going all the way in. Going off of how Satoru’s jaw slackens and he licks his bottom lip, Suguru figures all is well.
“You really are fucking huge,” Satoru comments in what sounds like awe and slight disbelief.
Suguru scoffs. “Did you think I was lying?”
He fills out more in thickness than in length. What he looks more forward to is seeing Satoru’s lips stretched wide around him, struggling to take him in. God, Suguru really just wants Satoru to drool all over himself like a messy little whore eager for some cock. It’ll do Satoru some good to get his mouth stuffed with something other than bitchy remarks and damn candy.
“Like I said before, honey, I already knew you’d be big.” Satoru grins, pointy canines on show and all, ready to devour. He sticks his tongue out flat before lapping over the tip of Suguru’s cock once, twice, then covers the head entirely with his mouth and sucks.
His tongue makes rounds over the head, rearing Suguru with so much stimulation right off the bat that it makes him grit his teeth as his thighs already begin to tremble. His mouth is so warm and his tongue is so wet, packed with so much saliva that it takes little effort to sweep from his frenulum to his slit from how slick it is.
With both hands now clenched around the counter, Suguru feels the edges dig into his palms from how hard he’s gripping. His breath comes out in pants as Satoru tilts his head and runs his tongue around the slit. His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when Satoru actually slows his tongue to prod the very tip of it into his slit, gathering up the precome that started to leak out with all the teasing.
Fuck, he lets out a groan when Satoru pushes down as if he’s trying to get his tongue inside. It would never be able to stretch enough for that, but Suguru doesn’t think he’d mind if Satoru later on invested in something small enough to do so, then toy with him like that.
And Satoru, being such a bitch, is pulling a just the tip on Suguru. Keeping his mouth solely around the head, sucking and licking and making his stomach lurch with the occasional overstim. It makes Suguru feel like he’s just another piece of candy in Satoru’s mouth. He thinks it’s funny too, constantly glancing up at Suguru with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
It feels mindblowing for what it is, but it’s not enough. He needs more, so much more. Wants to be completely enveloped in Satoru’s heat. They aren’t here doing this just for Satoru to cop out and only do his job half-assed. Otherwise Suguru will make sure he regrets it.
“Get on with it, Satoru,” Suguru grunts impatiently, feeling his brow twitch at the snicker Satoru lets out. In turn, it sends vibrations all throughout the head and makes Suguru try so hard to suppress his next moan.
Still, Satoru doesn’t listen. More like he refuses too. Merely closes his eyes in ignorance and hums softly around him, flattening his tongue along the bottom and sucking hard. Just barely, he slides his mouth further down, but not even close to halfway. He returns to the head just as quickly like he’s taking real amusement out of practically blue balling Suguru.
His body pulls taut when Satoru pokes his tongue into his slit at the same time he sucks his cheeks in again, sealing himself around Suguru. It’s too much attention to one small area, leaving him tears of frustration springing in the corners of his eyes from how much it hurts. A sadistic piece of shit Satoru must be, and Suguru mustn’t be too far off from being a masochist himself if he likes it this much.
If riling him up is what Satoru wanted, then he’s succeeded perfectly. The last of his restraint shreds into thin pieces, feeling like he could dismantle the whole counter from the sheer strength in his fists alone.
Vaguely, Suguru recalls Satoru earlier saying something about not wanting a gentleman for a lover, which could only mean he wants someone who isn’t afraid to rough him up. Lucky for him, Suguru is done playing nice. Breaking composure, he bends down and brings one of his hands to Satoru’s throat, curling around the front of it and pressing in on the sides.
A series of choked coughs spill out of Satoru as Suguru pulls him off to squeeze his throat harder. He’s forced to look up at Suguru, but it’s not with the kind of expression Suguru is wanting. Only when Satoru looks debauched beyond saving will he be content.
With him bent down, their foreheads almost knock together, their lips even closer. Fanning against his mouth are Satoru’s ruined breaths, strained from the hold around his neck. As much as he wants to kiss Satoru, to breathe each breath in for himself to steal, he doesn’t. Doesn’t want to risk turning the moment awkward if he were to do so.
Pent up frustration bleeds into Suguru’s next words, in between each syllable he enunciates. “If this is the game you’re going to play, I’ll leave you to fuck your own goddamn self,” he hisses. Satisfaction creeps in when Satoru’s eyes start to glaze over. “Either suck my cock like you mean it, or never get on your knees for me again.”
“…Or should I give you a demonstration first?” He cocks his head in feigned curiosity, letting up on Satoru’s throat enough for him to breathe properly.
However, he’s not devoted to being merciful. Although Satoru’s mouth falls wide open for labored breaths to come out, Suguru quickly fills the empty space with three of his fingers.
Satoru gags when his fingers graze the roof of his mouth and hit the back of his throat. The sound fills Suguru with a sudden desire for more, and he doesn’t bother to resist the urge to do it again. He smirks down at Satoru and eases his fingers further in, pressing against the walls of his throat to make him gag.
Spit gathers all over Suguru’s fingers as Satoru chokes and tries to pull his head back. Tears start to build in the corners of his eyes as Suguru continues prodding all in his mouth, rubbing the insides of his cheeks and grazing over his tongue. His cheeks and mouth turn redder than ever. A whine pours out of him as Suguru spreads his three fingers out, forcing Satoru’s lips to mold around them.
“You’re so mean,” Satoru tries to say, but it comes out more like woh ho meah.
Even if he complains, Suguru knows he’s all needy and eager for the way his mouth is being filled and stretched right now. Everything else is just for show, just to be a brat because he expects Suguru to fuck it out of him. The power trip it puts Suguru on is nothing short of addicting.
“I’m not here to hold your hand, sweetheart,” Suguru begins softly, admiring how Satoru’s tongue looks caught between his fingers. Their eyes meet again, this time with tears on the verge of falling from Satoru’s eyes. “You already knew I’d give you exactly what you want.”
And really, when Satoru looks like that, how could he not give him everything?
A loud sputter comes from Satoru’s mouth once Suguru retracts his fingers. A trail of saliva connects one of his fingertips to Satoru’s bottom lip, and for a moment, Suguru considers licking it up himself. Now that Satoru’s somewhat messier than before, lips glistening with spit and cheeks well-flushed, Suguru wants a bit of his own reward.
He grabs his cock by the base and gently smacks it against Satoru’s cheek, then rubbing the head across to the corner of his mouth, leaving a trail of precome along part of his face. Looking down at the way Satoru slightly turns his head to kiss the tip and kitten-lick it, Suguru comes to the conclusion that he looks all too delectable getting ready to take cock.
“C’mon, Satoru,” Suguru murmurs, tapping his cock to Satoru’s lips. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Obediently, Satoru parts his lips wide enough to allow Suguru’s cock back in. While he was in charge of his own pace before, now he keeps his head still as Suguru decides how deep he’ll go.
With a relaxed sigh, Suguru sinks in until he hits the back of Satoru’s throat. He lets go of his cock to rest his hand on top of Satoru’s head, gently keeping him in place while he hums around Suguru. But he doesn’t give Satoru time to get used to the weight on his tongue before he’s pulling out halfway and pushing in again, nudging a little further down his throat than before.
“Open up just a little more, yeah.…Just like that,” Suguru breathes out. He watches Satoru’s throat bulge with the intrusion and feels himself get slightly drunk off of the sight. “I knew you could be good for me.”
A strangled whine from Satoru vibrates around his cock and he groans at the feeling. All inside Satoru is wet, warm, eagerly sucking around whatever Suguru gives him. Drawing his hips back, Suguru tightens his hand in Satoru’s hair and fucks his mouth with more vigor this time, thrusting in and out, back in again. How Satoru’s throat constricts around the head of his cock each time makes him hungry for more.
Soon, he fucks Satoru’s mouth the same way he’s envisioned doing him in for so long. He keeps Satoru held still, mouth pried open with two of his fingers while making Satoru choke, moan, and spit all over his cock. It’s so messy, saliva and tears covering almost all of Satoru’s prettily flushed face. He looks nothing like the confident little thing from before.
Clenched around the backs of his thighs are Satoru’s hands, nails digging into the firm surface with unbearable desperation. It adds a pinch of pain that causes Suguru to thrust forward even harder, seeking relief. Satoru looks up at Suguru through tear-soaked lashes, his gaze pleading for a break that Suguru doesn’t intend to give.
“I thought you said you could take me, but you seem to be struggling,” Suguru says when Satoru tries to pull back. He raises his brows at the glare Satoru sends his way. “How do you expect me to fuck you when you’re already at your limit with this?”
What Suguru hadn’t expected is the noise Satoru manages to draw out of him after his question. He prefers to feed off of the sounds of his lovers, not so much his own, but he can’t help it with Satoru. He whimpers when Satoru swallows around him on his next thrust, squeezing him so tightly and encouraging him to push as far as he can.
He’s taken by surprise when Satoru grabs his wrists and pins them to the counter, simultaneously shoving Suguru so far back he almost ends up sitting on the surface. His eyes flutter shut as a low moan comes out upon Satoru taking Suguru in so far his nose brushes the trimmed hairs around the base.
Satoru still works his tongue around the underside the best he can while deepthroating Suguru, bobbing his head shallowly to keep Suguru’s cock weighted pleasantly in his throat. One of his hands scales up Suguru’s torso, slipping under his shirt to take a handful of his chest, squeezing one of his nipples between two fingers.
“O-oh shit,” Suguru groans, trying so hard not to move his hips. He’s so close to losing the strength in his knees to keep himself up properly. Wants nothing more than to crumble before Satoru and let Satoru undo him completely. “God, Satoru, I’m fucking die from your mouth.” His eyes roll back when Satoru applies the slightest pressure around him with his teeth. “You’re fucking unreal.”
Abruptly, Satoru pulls off but replaces his mouth with his hand, jerking Suguru off with a pace that keeps him right on the edge, body twitching and in need of release. Licking his lips, Satoru smiles up at Suguru and tongues over the tip of his cock again before saying, “High praise from the prude.”
“Not a prude. You’re just a slut,” Suguru scowls.
“Oh? Looks like someone grew a set of balls. At least, what’s not already here,” Satoru winks at him and reaches below Suguru’s dick to squeeze his balls. The action tears a gasp out of Suguru. “Be mean to me again and I might just come on the spot.”
Knowing that Satoru really does have a thing for being degraded makes Suguru want to do it more. But his next words are stolen right from his mouth and replaced with a moan as Satoru goes back to taking him in all the way, now only using his hand to hold the base.
With his cock buried down his throat again, Satoru lets out the most content sounding moan, eyes fluttering shut as his head works back and forth, cheeks hollowing and tongue gliding over a vein along the underside. He gives Suguru head like it’s his sole mission in life to make him come, unashamedly making the most messy and sloppy sounds from his mouth wrapped around his cock.
Suguru’s head tips forward, jaw cracked open around pant after pant, watching Satoru drink him in so greedily while rutting his own hips against nothing, bruisingly hard within the constraints of his boxers. Satoru doesn’t even give himself room to breathe, suffocating himself on Suguru.
And for Suguru, his orgasm approaches in little to no time once Satoru finds a solid rhythm. His hips jerk with sudden vigor, and he tries to keep them pinned to the counter. “Oh fuck, fucking shit, I’m gonna come,” he warns, trying to pull Satoru off with a hand in his hair. “G-get off, Satoru— ah!”
Ignoring him, Satoru merely grasps Suguru’s ass in both hands and pushes him forward until he’s once more kissing finely trimmed hairs, letting out steady breaths while tightening his throat around the length. It's obvious he wants Suguru’s come in his mouth, down his throat, no drop to spill—and that’s exactly what he gets.
Suguru’s body spasms as his orgasm wracks through him with such velocity forceful enough to kick the breath out of him.
“Holy shit, I’m coming— coming ,” Suguru rambles from there, a quick succession of grunts, moans, and fuck fuck yessss, just like that. At the same time, Satoru lets out a loud moan that sets Suguru off even more.
Never in his life has he come so hard before. To the point his vision just goes white. He’s come to the thought of Satoru plenty of times, each time simultaneously outdoing the last but also sending him down a dwindling stream of becoming more and more pathetic. Yet none of those times compare to the real thing, Satoru actually being tangible this time, soft hair threading between his fingers and hot tongue bearing the weight of his cock still.
And all down Satoru’s throat his come goes, for that matter. His brows pinch together as the taste reaches the rest of his mouth, but he swallows after each spurt of come. When he finally releases Suguru from where he had kept him held down, he licks a full circle around his lips then wipes the saliva off with the back of his hand.
After tucking Suguru back into his boxers, Satoru comes to a stand while Suguru is still catching his breath. Still displaying every possible sign of evidence that he had just deepthroated someone’s cock and enjoyed every second of it in addition to not letting a single drop of come escape. His eyes are blown wide staring straight at Suguru, shot red with dried tears trailing from them. Satoru doesn’t even need makeup when he looks this pretty all on his own, just needs someone to own him from time to time.
Despite his enamoured train of thought, he asks in suspicion, “What’s that look for?”
He’s horny , Suguru thinks. Of course he is. What man with an oral fixation wouldn’t be dazed out of his mind with ecstasy after giving a fairly solid blowjob (the best Suguru has ever had)? Huffing out a quiet laugh, Suguru glances down from Satoru’s face to his crotch. What he sees is followed by awestruck realization. Between either side of Satoru’s undone zipper is a wet patch on his boxers, leaking through with Satoru’s own release—meaning he came in his boxers simply from sucking off Suguru.
“I don’t…” Satoru trails off, sounding lost. “I’ve never, like…I’ve never come just from giving a blowjob before. I always needed to be touched,” he explains.
Oh. So he got so turned on sucking Suguru off that he came with no other stimulation. It’s kind of cute, actually. But most of all, it sparks something off inside of Suguru, heat stirring within. Enough that he feels his dick twitch with interest again. A curse is what Satoru had felt like earlier, but now Suguru’s wondering if he was really a blessing this whole time. Suguru just wants to take him home and wreck him, then make breakfast for him and shower together and—
“Fuck,” he mutters when he catches himself in the middle of his thoughts. And Satoru is still standing there looking like he wants more too. “Come here,” Suguru says, grabbing Satoru by one of his belt looks and pulling him in until their bodies knock together, one of Satoru’s thighs slotted between both of his.
The thing is, Satoru’s still hard and it’s quite obvious when his bulge is pressing up against Suguru’s thigh. And Suguru isn’t much farther behind himself, already feeling blood rushing to the head of his cock once more solely over how pliant and dazed Satoru is post-clarity.
He tilts his head to the side when Satoru leans in to press kisses against his neck, moving up slightly to nip at his jawline, hands sneaking up Suguru’s shirt and grazing over tattoos Satoru still hasn’t properly seen, but will likely change later tonight.
As much as he’d like to continue right here and now, taking Satoru apart piece by piece against the counter where they work sounds less ideal now that Suguru is more calmed down than he was before. If he’s going to fuck Satoru, he wants to have at least some decorum about it. It also hits him that they never even got around to locking the front entrance, and were lucky nobody deciding to pop in had they forgotten something or didn’t realize they’re closed.
“We should leave,” Suguru suggests, rubbing his hands up and down Satoru’s sides with less than sweet intentions.
“But the condoms, Suguru!” Satoru whines. He pulls back to look at Suguru with the most betrayed expression, and Suguru almost fails trying to hide his laughter. “We haven’t used a single condom! I said we have to use them all by tonight!”
“That’s definitely not what you said.” Suguru nearly snorts at Satoru’s desperation. He’s going to sound so pretty when his whines turn into screams later on. “But we will. Just not here, okay?”
“And why not?” Satoru’s expression turns sour.
“If you want to be stubborn, we can go home separately—“
“No! No! Fine, you win. Happy now?” Satoru scowls.
“Extremely,” Suguru says, knowing that this is only the beginning to having his hands full with his favorite brat.
Not that he’d have it any other way, of course.
—
“Oh fuck, fucking shit, I’m gonna come. G-get off, Satoru—ah!”
Suguru watches the tape recordings from the security cameras with pure mortification. On the center screen is—much to his unaware stupidity, nobody’s fault except his own for believing Satoru was telling the truth—his and Satoru’s very own sex tape. A clear visual of him receiving head at the front desk plays all the way through. His moans come through quite staticky, but still too audible for his liking.
Now he has no choice but to remove the tape from its socket and burn the goddamn thing so it never gets out to anyone by chance. Which is exactly what he goes to do, clicking the tape out from the slot it’s in and examining it as if it’s something infected with total sin and debauchery. Which it is.
It does have the entire footage of Satoru blowing him within an inch of his life and it does look rather…sexy, he supposes. At least, he likes being able to look at Satoru on his knees for him from a third person perspective. After a moment of consideration, he decides not to trash the tape. The fact that their first time getting off together had been recorded seems like an odd memory to keep a physical copy of, but it may come in handy for later.
He’ll just keep it a secret from Satoru, then maybe slap his ass as punishment for lying to him about the blind spot and enjoy his confusion as to why he was slapped, then kiss him silly, then maybe fuck him again even though they already did it twice this morning.
“Blind spots, my ass.” Suguru rolls his eyes and pockets the tape before walking out of the room.