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Gojo Satoru is not gay. He’s not .
He likes tits and asses, and long fucking legs and curvy. Long hair and pretty faces. He’s never liked men ever - and he should know, he’s been in some kind of sports his whole life, from wrestling to basketball, and now he’s in a fucking frat house.
There’s naked dudes around him at all times. His best friend Sukuna is allergic to wearing shirts. If he were fucking gay, he’d know already, but actually the opposite! He gets the heebies jeebies from seeing dicks flop around in the locker room and he likes eating pussy! Like really genuinely enjoys it!
But no one in the world sucks his dick better than Geto Suguru, and Satoru thinks this is monstrously unfair.
Supposedly, the gods give everyone some sort of talent or blessing when they're born. Satoru’s lucky because he’s two meters tall, handsome like a pop idol, he’s athletic, a genius in physics and his dick is huge. He got money and charms too, and he’s popular enough that everyone's willing to let him get away with shit.
And then, there's people like Geto Suguru - he’s pretty and sweet and he smells good, but the best thing out of the whole package is that he’s got a mouth made for sucking cock. His tongue is pierced too, for extra added bonus, and he lets Satoru fuck his face like he’s a toy.
Said Geto Suguru is currently on his knees in front of him, his long hair wrapped around Satoru fist as he moves his mouth up and down his cock. There’s drool running down his chin and down his chest, his mascara and eyeliners dripping down his chest. Suguru lets Satoru go to town on his throat the way you only see in PornHub videos you pay for - none of that free stuff, but the high quality production shit you need to pull out the credit card for.
Suguru looks up at him with his pretty Disney princess eyes and it makes him wanna cum on the spot.
“Jesus, babe, you're such a good cocksucker.”
Whenever Satoru groans out praises, Suguru moans around his cock and it sends tight pressure straight to his balls. Suguru gets really into sucking cock too, because he plays with his nipples and jerks himself off while he blows Satoru. Sometimes, if he's desperate enough, he grinds his cock against Satoru’s leg a bit.
Satoru's really not a fan of dicks, but there’s something hot about someone getting so much into pleasing him that he'll be willing to rub against his leg just to get some relief. Suguru never asked him to touch him back since he knows Satoru’s straight, but it’s still hot to see it. Maybe because whenever he gets his dick in Suguru’s mouth, his brain just short circuits and suddenly everything is hot.
“Ugh - I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum - ” and Suguru just hums in response, pleased, and that makes him lose his shit. Grabs onto Suguru’s hair with both hands and fucks his mouth deep, hips pistoning, balls smacking against Suguru’s chin, drenched with spit. His stomach tightens and thrusts forward hard, shooting his load down Suguru’s throat with a roar. Suguru’s eyes roll back and his eyelashes flutter from it, his nose buried in Satoru’s pubes, Satoru’s hand keeping his head still while he cums.
Fuck.
And Suguru just fucking takes it, swallows it all like a good girl, best girl ever, his throat working to take in all of Satoru’s cum without spilling a drop.
“That’s it, Suguru-chan, swallow everything,” he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.
Suguru even keeps his dick in his mouth afterwards, suckles on it like a kitten just to get him down from his high gently. Swirling his tongue over the cockhead. Massaging it with his lips. Just keeping it inside, warm and wet and comfy, like his dick gets to snuggle inside Suguru’s pretty mouth after he fucked it.
Feels like his dick is getting worshiped. It's literally the kind of stuff men dream about.
“Show me your mouth, babe.”
Suguru pulls away from his cock, his lips all bruised and swollen, and he opens his mouth wide and puts out his tongue to show how empty it is. And Satoru can't help himself, so he sucks on his teeth and spits on Suguru tongue only for him to just swallow it . Just like that. Satoru groans.
Fucking kinky slut
If Suguru were a woman, king Arthur himself wouldn't be able to pull Satoru’s Excalibur cock out of her cunt. He'd breed a whole football team with Girlguru, if only she existed.
“Where the hell do I find a girl that sucks cock like you do?” He complains, putting a forearm over his eyes and letting his head back on the headrest of the couch. “Don't you have a sister or something?”
“I'm an only child, I'm afraid.”
Suguru gets up smoothly from between Satoru’s legs and goes to take the first bottle he finds on the table. Since they're in Satoru’s bedroom at his frat house, it's an open bottle of vodka that one of the guys left there the night before after their Tekken tournament. Satoru doesn’t drink, but he lives in a frat house, so alcohol is more readily available than water.
Suguru doesn’t have any qualms about it, though. He pulls out the stopper with his teeth and takes three big gulps of it. The last one he moves around in his mouth and asks to make a face when he swallows. Satoru watches him enthralled.
“You need to eat more fruit,” he says, looking at Satoru while wiping his mouth.
“What? Why?”
“Your cum tastes like battery acid. This is why your girlfriend won't blow you.”
Ouch .
Cruel.
“Not true. She just doesn't suck dick on principle.”
Suguru snorts and combs his fingers through his hair to smooth it out of his face. He ties it up into a messy ponytail, and goes to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He uses one of the extra toothbrushes Satoru keeps around for when he has girls overnight.
Suguru is kinda like a girl, if only you ignore the dick. And Satoru only ever fucks his face, he never really comes into real contact with dick and balls. Usually Suguru gets himself off in the bathroom, or he cums while he blows him, and Satoru’s too out of his mind to care.
Satoru hears the shower running and wonders if Suguru is jerking off or just washing himself off. He frowns to himself, looking up at the ceiling
Satoru noticed Suguru on his first few days on campus. They shared some classes, and passed each other in the hallway. Suguru was the kind of guy that you don’t really see in the private boarding schools Satoru previously attended - those places were full of old money preppy shit, everyone clean cut and no hair out place.
Meanwhile, Suguru had long hair, gauges, and piercings on his face. He wore dark makeup around his eyes like a visual kei wannabe and a thin black choker around his throat, but he was a scholarship student despite not looking like one. Karasu Zoku black and baggy clothes, and obviously he cared about his look, but he looked cool in a way that kinda fascinated Satoru.
He was used to a different kind of guy, really, and Suguru just didn't really clock on his radar as a guy at all, like Satoru’s brain was a pokedex and he was encountering a new shiny type out in the wilderness. Unknown shiny. Ghost type. Geto Suguru.
He kept staring at him, whenever he was around. Glancing at him and his swishing black ponytail. Satoru remembers being overcome with an intense urge he hadn't felt since primary school, to walk up to that swishing ponytail and just pull at it. Just to see what would happen.
He ignored it though. It was silly.
Sometimes he thought Suguru stared at him too. He didn’t think much of that. Satoru was used to getting attention. He’s handsome like that. Of course Suguru would stare. He pretty much assumed that Suguru was gay the second he saw him, so of course he would be checking out Satoru, right? He wasn’t the kind of straight guy that got freaked up from male attention! He was confident enough in his sexuality, after all, and he was so used to people fawning over him, it would be weird if others didn’t .
Then, one evening, he and Suguru end up being the only people in the same part of the library. Suguru’s studying for a midterm, Satoru’s researching a project for his Quantum Mechanics class. They should have both been minding their own business, but instead - Satoru keeps feeling Suguru’s eyes on him, staring at him, so he does the only rational thing - gets the book he’s reading and moves over to Suguru’s table.
Satoru pulls the chair in front of him, turns it to the side and sits on it, legs spread casually and arm over the back of the chair. Suguru looks up from his book, blinking.
“Hi. What’cha reading?” He asks, big grin, and Suguru just wordlessly shows him the cover of his book. “Essence of a Novel” by Tsubouchi Shōyō . “Makes sense that you’re a lit student,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Suguru asks. Eyebrow piercing. Bangs in his eyes. Satoru laughs.
“You look like someone that would read Dazai for fun.”
“Can I help you with anything?”
“Yeah, actually,” he crosses his arms on the table and then leans forward, getting into Suguru’s space, “Why the fuck do you keep staring at me like you wanna suck my dick?”
And Satoru expects a lot of different reactions, really. What he doesn’t expect is Suguru’s answer.
“Do you want me to suck your dick?”
????
“What?”
“You keep staring at me too. Is it because you want me to suck your dick?”
????
“I’m not gay.”
“So you’re not interested?”
The thing is - Satoru doesn’t get his dick sucked often. He’s been with a lot of girls before, but his dick is like really fucking huge - huge enough that a lot of them just flat out tell him no from the start, or they give toothy fucking blowjobs, or they suck on the tip a little and call it a day. He’s never gotten a proper blowjob where someone sucked him from tip to root and long enough to get him to cum in their mouths, and he really, really fucking wants that.
Suguru looks at him with a smirk on his face. Like he’s waiting for Satoru to start being outraged or back away.
“My dick’s really big, though,” he says seriously, but his face breaks into the biggest, nastiest grin ever, showing off his dimples. “I don’t think you can handle it. What if it’s too big for you?”
It’s the sort of line he’d never say to a girl, he’d get slapped for sure, but he can say it like this. And Suguru thinks he’s a homophobic coward that’s gonna be scared off by some teasing, puh-lease. And it works, because Suguru looks like he’s surprised by the response, but then he decides to play into it.
“I don’t think you’re that big. I don't think it's big at all, actually. Guys like you all talk.” Suguru rolls his eyes when he says it too, smirking. And it’s just shit talking, and maybe it’s not a good idea to play gay chicken with a gay dude, but whatever. Satoru likes trash talking, and it’s fun to bounce off someone new.
And if the trash talking is about his dick - well. Then that’s a challenge he’s willing to take head on.
Satoru’s proud of his dick! It’s the kind of dick that gets other guys in the locker room feeling intimidated! It’s the dick that won every single dick-measuring contest ever, whenever someone was brave enough to bring out the measuring tape!
“Bet you just like all the girls that I meet - talk big game about how capable you are, but start crying when you see dick like mine.”
“That’s what you think? That's big enough to make me cry?”
Suguru laughs at him, but he’s genuinely kinda mean about it, looking at Satoru with this mocking sort of edge that makes Satoru cock his head to the side to stare at him. He leans onto the table as well, closer to Satoru. Looks Satoru dead in the eye, talks in a low voice.
“Bet I can take you.”
And it really does something to him. Sparks through his cock.
Satoru should really get up from this fucking chair and leave. He's not fucking gay. He doesn't like dudes.
But Suguru with his long hair and elegant face and make-up - he's not really the same sort of dude that Sukuna is, or coach Yaga. He's not like the smelly neckbeards in his physics classes either, he smells nice . And mouths are mouths, right? There's nothing really gendered about a pretty mouth sucking you off.
Satoru’s probably just being extra horny. The girl he’s been seeing lately isn't much of a lay.
“Deal,” he says, slapping his hands on the table and grinning, “let's go.”
“Seriously? You’re that easy?”
“How are you gonna offer to suck me off and then call me the easy one?”
Suguru just shrugs, probably agreeing with him. He gets up from his chair and motions for Satoru to follow him to the bathroom, where he locks the door and pushes Satoru against it too fast for him to get any doubts.
He gets on his knees smoothly and unbuckles Satoru’s belt with one hand, unbuttons his pants and pulls down his zipper. He looks up at Satoru with those pretty fox eyes, framed by thick lashes and heavy with mascara and eyeliner, and he opens Satoru’s pants and pulls them down his thigh. Instantly he presses forward and puts his cheek against his cock, rubbing his face against it. He cups a hand over it too, massaging him. Makes Satoru’s dick twitch and Suguru feels it so he smirks, mouths at him and blows hot air through his boxers. Satoru swallows thickly.
He thought that maybe it'd be hard to get it up for him, but man -
“Let's see what you're bragging with, pretty boy.”
He pulls down Satoru’s boxers to stare at it, and his dick is already half mast, and Suguru looks at it a little stunned.
Hah !
“Told you.”
Suguru smiles, though, and grabs his cock by the base with one hand and fondles his balls with the other. Satoru’s cock is rapidly swelling in his hand, and Suguru licks it once from base to tip and pulls back his foreskin, swirling his tongue around the tip as he runs his black painted nails delicately through Satoru’s white pubes. It just makes him shudder.
“God, look at you -” Suguru says, addressing Satoru’s dick and not Satoru himself, “You’re like a grower and a shower at the same time, I’m genuinely impressed. Not all men lie about their dick size.”
There’s really no need to stroke Satoru’s ego more than he’s already getting stroked (by Suguru’s firm, steady hand, soft warm, but knows how to handle him exceptionally well, frightening really.) Suguru slaps his dicks against his cheek and wet lips - oh God, that’s fucking hot .
“I don’t usually go all out on random hook-ups, but…” Suguru looks up at him, rubs his cheek against Satoru’s cock, lets precum drag over his cheekbones, “I’m gonna show off a little too.”
“What’s that supposed to me - Ahhh ! Fuck!”
Suguru swallows him in one movement. Just - the whole fucking thing. Tip , length, right down to the root, his dick just fucking disappears in Suguru’s mouth like it’s nothing, till his nose presses into Satoru’s crotch, blinking fast and trying to keep himself in check. He swallows and his throat contracts and Satoru swears he had no idea sex could feel this good.
He literally has no idea what happens next. Suguru sucks him off so good his head spins and his knees so weak, and he can't even keep his mouth shut. He just moans like a stupid fucking virgin and he cums down Suguru’s throat so hard, his knees almost buckle.
“If you were a girl, I’d marry you.” Satoru says, dazed and completely out of his mind, body tingling from the intensity of his orgasm and sighing deeply.
Suguru laughs at him and tucks his dick back in pants, even gives it a little kiss before packing it away.
“Thank god I’m not a girl, then,”
“I’m Satoru, by the way.”
Suguru laughs and gets up to his feet, straightening his hair and getting himself presentable again.
“I know who you are.” Suguru says, “I've seen you around. And you're some rising basketball star or physics prodigy, aren't you?”
“I'm both.” Satoru grins while confirming it.
He licks lips and looks at Suguru. He kinda wants to kiss him. Not because he really wants to kiss a guy, but more so because he feels like he has to, like it's polite to kiss someone after they suck your dick dry.
“I'll see you around, Satoru.”
Right. See you around.
No big deal.
They end up seeing each other around a lot. A lot. And each time, it's like they trip over each other and Satoru’s cock magically ends up in Suguru’s mouth.
It's like “ oooh, such nice weather we're having - do you mind if you suck me off again ?” and he’s still dating the same girl even as Suguru’s throating him behind the Physics faculty building, and he feels kinda bad about it, but he also keeps telling himself it doesn't really count. It's not even really sex, is it? It's not really cheating as long as he's not planning on doing anything else with him, right? And he's not gay, for fuck's sake!
Suguru’s nice, though.
They end up talking about shit sometimes, like how Satoru spent his whole childhood in boarding schools in Europe and Suguru’s never been outside the country. Suguru asks him to talk to him in French or German because he likes how it sounds. They even end up playing Street Fighter at the arcade together and Satoru wins 3 out of 5, and like... It’s kinda fun.
Suguru gives him a hand job in the theater when they go to see Dune together. Satoru wins a game for the school's team and he sees Suguru in the crowd so afterwards he goes to say hello. They end up together in a storage closet together and Suguru sucks and licks his balls while Satoru jerks off against his face. He closes his eyes and puts out his tongue and lets Satoru shoot it on his face to ruin his makeup, as a reward for winning. Satoru thinks it's the hottest thing ever, and he asks him to take a picture afterwards too.
They don't kiss at all, not even once.
One time, he’s home with the guys playing Fifa, and it’s like 1:00 AM and his phone starts ringing.
“Who the hell’s calling you at this time? Are you getting a booty call?”
He rolls his eyes and goes to get his phone, sees Suguru’s name flashing on the screen and is intrigued.
“Satoruuuu~ what are you doing?”
He blinks. There’s loud music in the background too, loud enough that the guys hear it and Sukuna even turns to raise an eyebrow at him. Satoru goes to the hallway before actually talking to him.
“Suguru? Where are you? Why are you calling me this late?”
“ Oh you know - ” he sounds much too giggly and flirty. Either drunk or high or both. “ I was at a party and was thinking about you. ”
“Were you, now? How come?” he smiles to himself a little, leaning against the wall. He thinks it’s pretty cute that Suguru’s drunk ass thought to call him.
“Yeaaaaah. I just wanted to talk to you. Been feeling weird lately, and…. ’’ he sighs and Satoru hears him taking a drag of a cigarette, “ Nevermind .”
“Are you alone, Suguru?”
“I came here with some friends, but I’m not sure where they went. Probably lost them in the crowd.”
“Hmmm. Where are you? I’ll come get you and take you home.” He says, and already he’s pulling on his shoes and takes a hoodie.
Suguru calling him means he’s probably feeling pretty lonely, or just not feeling alright in general. They’re not really close enough to pull this kind of shit, but Satoru’s dealt with enough drunken girls calling him because they’re out and feeling a little lonely and wanted to talk to someone who wasn’t their friend. Suguru’s not a girl but - it’s similar
“You don’t have to come here, Satoru. It’s alright, I just wanted - ”
“Nonsense. Where are you? I wasn’t doing anything anyways. Send me your location.”
And Suguru doesn’t even try to protest that, just sends Satoru a pin with where he is, and it’s some night club that Satoru’s never heard of. Suguru didn’t seem like the partying type to him, but whatever, Satoru gets in his Porsche Carrera and goes to get him. When he gets there, he parks outside and tries to go inside. He argues with the bouncer that doesn’t want to let him in, because he says there’s a dress code, and Satoru has to bribe him to be let inside just so he can pick up Suguru.
The club itself is not the sort of place Satoru would ever willingly hang out in, but as far as clubs go, it’s better than what he’s seen before. It is one of those fancy, neon-y goth clubs with chandeliers and shit, and dramatic opera music mixed in with the EDM. The kind of place Lord Byron and Mary Shelley would hang out in if they were into the 2024 clubbing scene. The crowd’s mostly dressed in black, the girls wear petticoats, and there’s just too much high-effort make-up going on for him. Everyone seems to be wearing platforms up to the point where Satoru doesn’t actually seem THAT tall.
Suguru finds him first, bumping into him and pulling away from the dancefloor.
“Satoru? Wow, you actually - ” Suguru seems genuinely shocked that Satoru came to get him, even though he said he would.
“I said I’ll come pick you up, didn’t I? Did you think I’d leave you here all alone when I said I wouldn't?”
Suguru’s make up looks a little melted, and his hair is a mess, so Satoru grabs his hand and pulls him outside of the crowd.
“Did you have a coat? Do you have everything with you?”
“No coat. I have everything with me. We can just go.”
Once they’re outside, he breathes out deeply. He hates clubs, actually - Satoru’s eyes are really fucking sensitive and he gets headaches whenever he’s exposed to the bright, pulsing lights.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come get me, you know. You didn’t have to bother.” Suguru repeats, looking at him a little dazed - now that they’re out of that crowded, loud place, Satoru can see that his eyes look really red, and his eyeliner is all smudged around his eyes, like he’s been tearing up and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
Suguru wearing a black semi sheer top and it’s got all this “stylistic choice rips and holes” in it. Too long in the sleeves and dropping off one shoulder, and that stupid black choker that he always wears. Fucking black belt in deep throating, that’s what that choker is saying, but Satoru feels bad to thirst after someone inebriated. He’s not that sort of creeper. And Suguru’s even swaying a little too from it. Satoru sighs.
“It’s fine. I wasn’t doing anything anyways.”
There's a vending machine right outside the club, and Satoru puts an arm around Suguru’s shoulders and leads him there. He buys two bottles of water and gives one to Suguru.
“Drink this.” Suguru looks at him with an unreadable expression - like he’s both extremely endeared and about to cry at the same time. Satoru doesn’t really think anything of it because he’s been around emotional drunks a lot and he knows how to deal with them. “Drink slowly so you don’t make yourself sick, but drink it. Tell me where you like too, I’m gonna take you to your dorm.”
Suguru drinks his bottle of water in small, delicate sips, and then gives Satoru instructions on where to take him.
“I can’t believe you drive a car like this,” Suguru comments as he gets into the passenger seat of Satoru’s Carrera, “actually I do. I should have expected you to drive some flashy rich boy car.”
“What can I say? I’m a flashy rich boy, Sugu-chan.”
Suguru laughs. The car window is pulled down and his hair is loose so the breeze is making it go every which way.
“You know, Satoru, I thought I knew what to expect from you, but really, you surprise me.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“I don't know. In the grand scheme of things, yeah. But it’s gonna be really bad for me in the long run.”
Satoru doesn’t really ask him what he means by that, because getting into that kind of conversation with someone that’s drunk isn’t really a good idea. When they stop at a red light, though, he turns to look at Suguru and finds Suguru looking back at him, staring at him with his soft dark eyes, the red light reflecting on his features, his mouth smeared with remnants of lipstick and shiny wet.
It makes something in his chest seize a little, because Suguru looks so vulnerable in a way that makes Satoru want to wrap him up and take care of him. He puts a hand on Suguru’s thigh and squeezes, and it’s meant to be comforting really, but he can't help but notice that Suguru’s thighs are squishy. Soft.
There’s a lot of things about Suguru that just flat out confuse him: Satoru doesn’t like men. The thought of kissing someone with a beard or a stubble makes him want to gag. Chest hair is just as unappealing to him. And men smell like men - which is gross. He’s been in locker rooms enough. Man sweat is icky.
Suguru just confuses his senses, though, because he’s got none of the things that Satoru associates with guys - none of the loud brashness, the sweaty machismo. Smooth face, long hair, elegant features. Suguru’s hair smells nice.
And Suguru’s a fucking cockslut, can’t forget that.
It’s a really important part of the whole attraction ( attraction ?) because he’s always wanted a woman that’s gonna suck his cock just for the pleasure of servicing him, but instead of finding a woman like that, he’s found Suguru, and unfortunately it’s really doing things to his head. He doesn’t want to treat Suguru like a girl, but he just falls into the patterns of it.
“This is your dorm, right? Come on, I’ll take you up.”
“You don’t have to, you know. I got this - it’s not my first time coming home drunk.”
“I know. I know . But since I’m here, I feel like I’m supposed to take you upstairs and tuck you into bed too, just to make sure you’re alright.”
Suguru looks at him like he’s strange, but ultimately he doesn’t protest. And Satoru offers him his arm too, so he leans onto Satoru’s shoulder heavily, eyes closed and moving slowly, trusting him to take him to his room.
“I really didn’t expect you to come get me, you know. I think I really just called you hoping you’d tell me you're busy or something, say I should leave you alone.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“You should be doing that. You should. I’m not gonna stay away from you, you know, so at least you should have more sense and stop wanting to hang out with me, not do this sort of bullshit.”
Satoru laughs and opens the door to Suguru’s room. Mostly he just ignores Suguru’s complaints, because it seems just silly stuff to him - of course he’s not going to stay away from him, he likes Suguru. Like even beyond the cocksluttery, he’d probably still enjoy spending time with Suguru just because he’s so interesting and unlike anyone else in Satoru’s life.
“Oh nice, you have a single dorm? How come?”
“I have the best grades in my year. I asked for a single room and they approved it.”
“Huh. You’re a smart cookie, then,” Satoru says, legitimately proud of him, despite how Suguru's currently slumping against the wall and looking at him through his lashes like a wet cat “Let’s get you into bed, okay?”
The room is smaller than Satoru’s room at the fraternity, but it’s kept super duper neat and tidy. Suguru basically flops onto the bed and Satoru laughs a little at him, but he picks up his make-up wipes off the desks and brings them over. He sits down heavily and pulls Suguru up into a sitting position.
“Come on, Sleepy. I’ve dated enough girls to know that you’re not supposed to go to sleep like that .”
Satoru cups the back of his head and pulls his face forward a little so he can wipe off the make-up from Suguru’s face. Over his cheeks and underneath his eyes. Suguru himself looks resigned, but fond.
“I don’t get you, Satoru.”
“What don’t you get? Look up, by the way - ” Suguru looks up too, so Satoru can wipe underneath his eyes.
“You have a girlfriend, don’t you?”
“Well, not anymore. We broke up. Turns out she wasn’t really feelin’ it either.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” Satoru sighs, “We weren’t really gonna go anywhere and we both knew it.”
Suguru makes a small, pained noise, and Satoru pulls his hand away quickly.
“Did I hurt you? Are your eyes sensitive? I need to rub a little harder to take off the mascara, but - ”
“No, it’s alright. It’s alright, you can keep doing it.”
Satoru’s very thorough as he wipes off Suguru’s face clean of makeup. He even puts a hand on his chin and moves his head side to side so he can check underneath his jaw. When he deems him make-up free enough, he grins at him and Suguru smiles at him weakly.
Suguru’s lips are so strikingly red now that his face is bare. He drags his thumb over Suguru’s lower lip, and sees his eyes widen a little before blinking fast and looking away from Satoru. Suguru’s eyes look bloodshot and he’s got bags like bruises under his eyes. He looks exhausted, actually, and Satoru doesn’t like it.
“There you go,” Satoru says, and give him a pat on his cheek, “Go wash your face, change into your pajamas, I’ll be here when you come out.”
Suguru nods his head and sits up. He takes his pajamas and then goes to the bathroom, listening to Satoru without protest. Satoru sees him putting his hair up in a claw clip to wash his face and brush his teeth. He closes the door and Satoru hears the shower running.
Satoru looks into his mini fridge to look for some more water, and it’s really - depressingly empty. There’s water bottles and energy drinks and an open packet of miso paste. Some old tofu. An apple. Suguru probably eats out more, but even so, he probably should keep more food than that at home.
Then again, maybe Suguru is just not that good at taking care of himself. Satoru’s got pretty strict macro intakes he needs to hit on the daily to keep up his muscle mass for his games, but if it were strictly up to him, he probably would eat like crap too. And then, Satoru’s been going to boarding school his whole life - he’s used to it. Maybe Suguru’s lonely at college or he’s having trouble adjusting here.
When he comes out of the bathroom, Suguru’s dressed in a big T Shirt and a pair of loose shorts. Satoru pats the bed next to him and calls Suguru over.
“Here, drink some more water and then you can go to bed, and hopefully you won’t feel like dying tomorrow morning.”
“You don’t have to do all this, you know.”
“I know,” Satoru says, and looks at Suguru’s throat bobbing while he drinks his bottle of water and then lays down on the bed. Satoru takes his phone and looks at the screen, and sees it’s four in the morning. “Hey Suguru, do you mind if I crash here with you? I’ll buy you breakfast tomorrow morning if you don’t kick me out, I don’t feel like driving back.”
“Sure, Satoru, you can stay here.”
“Cool.”
He lays down next to Suguru on his twin bed, trying to see what the fuck he’s supposed to be about knees and ankles bumping into each other, while Suguru looks at him like a scared doe.
“I’m not gonna take advantage of you, you know,” he jokes, because Suguru just really looks a little put off by it, “Do you want me to move?”
“No, it’s fine, I just…”
It’s not weird, is it? Is it more or less weird than Suguru sucking his dick?
“Good night, Satoru.”
In the morning, he takes Suguru out for breakfast. It’s clear that Suguru would rather sleep in, but tough, Satoru’s hungry and he needs to get to practice too, so he wakes Suguru up, makes him get dressed and forces him outside. It’s cute because Suguru hisses when he sees the sunlight, like he’s a basement dwelling creature that’s hurt by the sun.
“It’s cause you’re so fucking hungover. Come on, you’ll feel better after you eat something.”
“Let me go back to get my sunglasses.”
“I’ll just give you a pair of mine, I have extras in the car.”
And it’s exactly what he does - he gives Suguru an extra pair of sunglasses and puts a baseball cap on his head for extra protection.
“There you go. Now tell me what you wanna eat.”
They get fluffy pancakes and french toast, and Suguru wants something salty too so Satoru gets him three types of onigiri and gets himself a fruit sando too. Whatever Suguru can’t eat, Satoru finishes.
“You’re like a trash can for food. It’s actually impressive.” Suguru says, just as Satoru grabs his wrist, brings the onigiri Suguru’s holding closer to his mouth and bites into it, “Do you want this too?”
“Neah, it’s fine. I just wanted to tease you. Do you want a bite of this?” Satoru offers him his strawberry sandwich. Suguru looks at the sandwich distrustfully and pushes it away. “Fine. Be like that.”
Being friends with someone that’s willing to get him off from time to time is actually fucking amazing.
It’s actually so nice, it’s making him fucking stupid too.
“You know, Suguru, I always wanted to try anal, but none of my girlfriends ever let me put it in their ass.”
Suguru looks at him and blinks. He cracks open his can of Sprite to punctuate the silence.
They're sitting in front of Suguru dorm, Suguru got a cigarette hanging on the side of his mouth and reading glasses on his nose. He's been studying for midterms but Satoru came to pull him out for an evening break.
“Why are you telling me this?”
Satoru shrugs.
“You take it up the ass, right? And I wanna see how it feels to put it inside someone's ass.”
“You want me to let you fuck me?”
“Yeah, I do. It's a win-win situation, ya know.”
“Isn't it a little too gay for you, mister straight guy?”
“Why would it? Asses are the same. Hole's a hole, isn't it? And it’s really only gay if you're the one taking dick.”
Suguru just stares at him.
“What? Did I say something wrong? Is it homophobic to say that?”
Suguru mutters something under his breath, and that kinda annoys Satoru a little.
“You can tell me if I’m being an asshole, you know.”
Suguru shakes his head.
“Not that. I’m just thinking I need to respect myself more.”
“Huh? What brought this on?”
Suguru doesn’t say anything at first and then he looks up at Satoru with a frown.
“So if it’s only gay if you’re taking it, is it gay for men in relationships with women to get pegged?”
“ Yes .”
“But you’re literally in a heterosexual relationship, how can hetero sex be gay just because the man is bending over?”
Satoru sits there thinking about it for a second. In truth, it’s not really gay and he knows that, but at this point, debating whether or not something is gay is like a traditional frat house talking point. Scholarly philosophy.
“I don’t make the rules here, you know. Pegging makes you gay. ”
Suguru rolls his eyes so hard, Satoru almost thinks they’re gonna fall out.
“So can I?” Satoru asks again, grinning at Suguru, “Fuck you in the ass, I mean.”
Suguru, for his part, seems to be genuinely considering. Chewing on his bottom lips and all, playing with his lighter. Really considering it. He even looks Satoru up and down, before eventually settling on an answer.
“I have an English Literature midterm tomorrow. We’re doing Shakespearean tragedies and it’s a bitch to study.”
“Lucky you, I like Shakespeare. I played Romeo in my senior year of highschool, and I bet I can still remember the lines. We can roleplay if you wanna play Juliet.”
“You’re joking.” Suguru says, eyebrows raised, like he doesn’t believe Satoru at all. Which is really perfect, because Satoru will not miss out on an opportunity to flex his shit like this.
He clears his throat and strikes a dramatic pose.
“But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? /It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. / Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, /Who is already sick and pale with grief, /That thou her maid art far more fair than she.”
Like sure, he oversells it a little, and with the hand gestures and the face, and he even winks at Suguru for added effect, but it gets his point across. And he grins at Suguru expecting to be praised, but instead Suguru looks as if he's been slapped. Eyes wet and sad and his mouth slightly open, jaw dropped. There’s a faint dusting of blush on his cheeks too.
“What? I thought you’d be impressed by me.”
“I think I’ve angered the gods in a past life.”
“Well damn, see if I ever recite Shakespeare for you ever again.”
Suguru closes his eyes and snorts, like he’s exasperated.
“No, that’s not it, it’s just…” He grabs and pushes his thumb between his eyebrows and then exhales deeply. “Fine. You win. I’ll let you fuck me. Let’s go.” Suguru gets off the bench, throws away his empty soda can and then starts walking towards the entrance of the dorm.
“ Really ?” Satoru asks to double check, suddenly excited. He walks after Suguru with a bounce in his step.
He’s been in Suguru’s room before, but now he’s here with completely different motives. Before, he was there to get Suguru in bed and take care of him. Now, he’s there to fuck him. Really fuck him. Obliterate that hole. Make it gape. Make him cry with his cock.
He’s so excited about it that when Suguru starts talking to him about something else, he just doesn’t even register it. He only gets brought into the moment by Suguru snapping his fingers in front of his face.
“Huh?”
Suguru sighs again.
“I said, I need to get ready, okay? I haven’t bottomed for anyone in a while and you’re like a freak of nature so I’m gonna put in a plug and - ”
“Hot. Can I put it in?”
“What?”
“ What ? I’ve always wanted to shove a buttplug inside a girl’s ass and play around with it. It’s always hot in porn.”
Suguru puts his hands on his waist and really looks at Satoru. Overly serious and seemingly annoyed.
“Fine. You can help me with it. You can put it in.”
Satoru gives him the thumbs up.
Suguru kneels on the bed - keeps his T-shirt and his socks on, and his hair up in a bun. He pours lube on his fingers and reaches behind himself and -
“Wait. I turn around. I wanna see how you finger yourself.
“Are you serious?”
Satoru nods. He doesn’t really know what possesses him to request it, but when he says he does, he realizes it's absolutely true. He just really wants to see Suguru fingering himself.
So Suguru turns around with his ass in the air and up in Satoru’s face. And he thought he'd be a little repulsed by a dude's ass, but Suguru’s is round and cute, and he's got nice thighs, and he’s all smooth and shaved.
Satoru grabs a handful of his ass and spreads his cheeks without asking permission. It takes him by surprise so he yelps and grabs onto the covers.
“Relax. It's just me.” He kneads Suguru’s ass, feeling greedy. “You have a nice ass, Suguru.”
“Th-thank you?” Suguru stutters, and Satoru gives him a short slap in response. Nice ass in front of his face, he needs to slap it.
“Okay. Come on then, show me. Show me how you finger yourself,” Satoru says, and grabs him by the wrist and pulls his hand back. “ Show me ”
Suguru moans and pushes his finger inside his cute little puckered hole, stretching himself. First one finger and then the other, and Satoru thinks this is going much too slow and he doesn’t like sitting there without being involved. He sucks on his own fingers and then shoves his own finger inside besides Suguru’s.
Satoru pushes one finger in besides Suguru’s, taking him by surprise and making him collapse with his face in the sheets.
“Satoru? What are you…?”
“I'm curious. Keep going, I wanna feel what you do.”
Suguru nods and curls his fingers inside, and teaches Satoru what sort of pressure he likes. When Satoru thinks he's figured it out, he just removes Suguru’s hand.
“Okay okay. Now let me do it.”
Satoru’s at his core a scientist. He wants to see what happens when he does something. Experiment!
He pushes two fingers inside Suguru at once and presses hard against his prostate. It makes Suguru shake all over.
“You have to be slower! Be more gentle with me!”
“Suguruuuu. That's what girls say too! ‘ Satoru that's too much!’, ‘Satoru you're too big’, ‘Satoru I can't take it anymore.”
Suguru moans like a whore when Satoru fingers him with one hand, jerks his own cock with the other. Suguru’s long hair is over his shoulders and his round ass and thighs, ugh - Satoru squeezes the head of his cock and makes precum drip. He's so turned on.
“They all say that shit and then they cum on my dick again. Bet you're gonna be just like that too. I wanna see if you can take the whole thing.”
Suguru’s cute little hole. It twitches a little when Satoru pulls out his fingers and when he aligns himself against it, Suguru gasps.
“Ready, baby? Ready for me?” He pushes in one motion, tip to root, impaling himself inside Suguru’s body.
Holy shit, he thinks, this is fucking amazing.
Different from fucking pussy. But really really good. And the way Suguru hole just sucks him in - Jesus
He pulls out completely and then slams in again, because he’s addicted to that feeling of having Suguru’s slutty body swallowing him whole. Suguru’s all wrecked too, melted onto the bed and making soft, high pitched sounds. He hammers his cock in and out of Suguru’s hole.
“God, you're so hot, babe. Your pussy feels so good.”
He grabs Suguru’s hair and wraps it around his palm, using it as leverage to pull his head back and make his spine arch. Pushes his shirt upwards to see the dips in his back. The way his ass ripples when Satoru gives him backshots, it's insane.
He lets his palm fall down heavily onto Suguru’s bouncy flesh, and slaps his ass and thighs until they're red. And with the way Satoru’s gripping his hair and pulling him back, Suguru’s mouth is just open, slack jawed and chanting Satoru’s name, drool dripping down the side of his mouth.
“Satoru, if you keep going like that, I'll cum.”
“Fuck, that's so hot. You got the body of a whore, Suguru. Let's make a mess everywhere.”
It's like he’s fucking the cum out of Suguru’s balls, making him shoot it on the bed and on his own thigh, his cock bobbing everywhere when Satoru thrusts. Suguru’s eyes roll pretty when he cums and his ass clenches around Satoru’s cock, but he pulls out quickly before he can shoot his load inside. Grabs himself by the base and squeezes, groans deeply at the feeling.
Suguru collapses on the bed and looks back over his shoulder, glassy eyed and red faced. He's panting hard.
“Satoru?” He asks. He looks at Satoru’s still hard dick, furiously red and dripping with precum. Suguru reaches back and spreads his asscheeks for him, spreading his pink hole for Satoru to see,“Is something wrong? Don't you want to cum inside me?”
Fuckfuckfuck.
Satoru’s just a guy. He's just a man.
And if a pretty little whore is begging you to creampie him, it's your duty as a man to turn him into a twinkie.
Satoru manhandles him and flips him around. He pushes his TShirt under his arms and exposes Suguru’s chest - Suguru’s got nipples piercings and a navel piercing too.
“I've never had a girlfriend with nipple piercings. Are they sensitive?” He asks, and without waiting for a response, he bends down over Suguru and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and moving the piercing around with his tongue.
“Ah, yes, yes they are! Satoru, that's so good,” Suguru cradles the back of his head, runs fingers through his hair, and Satoru’s heavy erection rests right next to his cock - spent once but seemingly interested again, because all the attention is making it twitch.
And to be honest, Suguru’s dick is kinda cute. It helps that Satoru’s so much bigger and thicker, so rubbing his dick against Suguru’s is kinda making him wanna ask who daddy is. And Suguru’s moaning so much, whenever you touch him, so Satoru has to dive right back into him for more.
He grips Suguru from under his thighs, digs his nails in his flesh and pushes them up, knees over Satoru’s shoulders before hitting home again.
“Slowly, slowly - ah ! Satoru! That’s too much too fast, I'm -”
Satoru’s got to be really careful with this shit because Suguru’s ass got the grip that might seduce him permanently. And the way he reacts to Satoru pounding him is fantastic - he writes and moans and arches, long hair everywhere and blushing with his whole body. Satoru grabs his chest too - not really tits, but soft enough and round enough to work. He can even slap them a little.
“Tell me how my dick feels.”
He's got sweat rolling down his nose, hair sticking to his forehead.
“It feels so good, it feels so good! You're dick’s so fucking big, knew you'd feel amazing.”
“Did you jerk off thinking of my cock?”
“You and your big fat stupid cock. That's all I think about.”
Satoru smirks at him and puts a hand on his lower belly as he fucks him slow and deep.
“Yeah? Do you feel me here? Tell me.”
Suguru moans and touches himself, dragging one hand over his chest and the other on the flat of his belly, covering Satoru’s and pushing down harder.
“I feel you right here, right here, ah ” his voice goes soft and breathy at that, and he bites his lip and closes his eyes, off in his own little pleasure bubble.
Satoru wants to rearrange this whore's guts, but lovingly. Into little bows and hearts and shit.
“Babe, your pussy’s so hungry for dick, oh god, it’s just not letting me go~”
Suguru’s hole flutters around his length when he says it, he likes hearing that short of shit. Dirty fucking slut, Satoru wants to fuck him till his dick chafes inside him.
He gropes at Suguru’s chest, puts one palm against his throat and his thumb in Suguru’s mouth, hooks it against his cheek. Satoru’s abs starts clenching and tensing, feeling his orgasm close and fucking into his willing hole faster, chasing his high.
Suguru cums again, sobbing, tears in his eyes and red faced, shooting so hard he gets it on his own face, and his orgasm is what sends Satoru over the edge too, Suguru’s body milking him dry of cum like he’s been thirsting for it. He groans like an animal when he’s cumming, and when he pulls out of Suguru’s hole, he just spreads his ass open to see his semen dripping. Pretty pink, glistening inside, all wet with Satoru’s spent.
It’s so enticing that he has to push inside him again, even though it makes both of them hiss in overstimulation. He grips is cock hard and pushes just the tip in and out of Suguru’s sloppy hole, keeping a palm pressed against his chest.
“God, you’re dripping everywhere, see?”
Satoru’s cum is dripping from him, and it’s the hottest thing ever. None of the girls he’s fucked before ever let him creampie them, so he’s enjoying this way too fucking much. When he’s had enough of that, he moves next to Suguru’s head and slaps his cock against his mouth -
“Open up now,” Suguru gives him a look, and Satoru laughs, “Don’t look all snotty like that, it doesn’t work when you got cum on your face,” he drags his dick through the sticky fluid on Suguru’s face, mixing it together with his.
“You’re a pervert, Satoru,” Suguru whines, looking up at him as he opens his mouth and licks his cockhead, then suckles on him gently, swirling his tongue and swallowing. Makes Satoru shudder and he puts a hand on Suguru’s crown, caressing the back of his head.
“God, I could get used to this treatment.”
Suguru hums around his cock in agreement.
They wait a bit before going again - the second time he makes Suguru ride him cowgirl, with Satoru’s hands on his waist, caressing his hips and thighs, and pinching his nipples. Suguru rides him like a champ, until his tights start aching and then he puts a hand on the headboard and just grinds down on Satoru’s cock.
Suguru’s hair is so long and silky that when’s on top, he just falls down over Satoru’s face like a curtain - gets in his nose and mouth and everything, so he gathers it in one hand and holds it behind Suguru’s head like a ponytail. He pulls him down to his chest and forces them to together, chest to chest, and starts thrusting up inside him. Puts a hand on Suguru’s lower back, drives up into him fast.
“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru ,” Suguru moans right next to his ear, cheek to cheek, and it’s so hot - there’s something really primal about the whole thing, being sweaty together, pressed against each other, the sound of their bodies slapping, the wet squelch of thrusting and the bed hitting squeaking. Suguru’s moans and breathes and Satoru’s kinda drunk on the physicality of it. He likes the way Suguru smells, warm and a little salty and the shampoo and the noises of it, and everything about it just -
He turns Suguru’s head to the side and kisses him deeply, tongue curling inside Suguru’s mouth, sucking on Suguru’s tongue and biting his lips. At first, Suguru gasps but he kisses him back like he’s been dying for it, wet and sloppy, and it really doesn’t even register that they’re kissing for the first time until afterwards.
Suguru’s a good kisser though, or at least Satoru finds himself enjoying it. Can’t stop kissing him.
They take short pause for snacks and a drink. Suguru doses off on his belly while Satoru makes the cup noodles and drinks two out of three sports drinks that Suguru has in the fridge. And crouching down in front of Suguru’s mini fridge is just as depressing, he really needs to get him more actual stuff in there. Suguru should eat more
“Hey, Suguru,” he says, sitting next to him on bed, leaning down and putting a hand on Suguru’s ass as the other stirs. He’s groggy and sleepy looking, and groans when Satoru wakes him up, “Come on, Suguru, I’m hungry, and you should get a snack too.”
“Ugh. Can’t I just sleep? My lower back hurts,” Satoru actually feels a little proud about that, but he puts a warm hand on Suguru’s lower back and kneads it slowly, making him sigh.
“Come on. Lay on your back and open your mouth.” Suguru looks at him and raises his eyebrow. Satoru rolls his eyes, “Not perverted. Trust me.”
Suguru definitely looks like he doesn’t really trust him, but he lays on his back and opens his mouth. Satoru grins and picks up a bunch of noodles with his chopsticks, blows on them and lowers them in Suguru’s mouth to feed him.
“See? I can feed you without you having to get up.”
“I can feed myself, you know, ”Suguru giggles when Satoru insists on feeding him noodles. One bunch of Suguru, one for him.
“I know,” he say, mouth full and noodle broth on his lips. He got some of it on his chest, gross, but he’s gonna have to shower anyways so he cares? “So?”
Suguru doesn’t say anything, just raises himself on his elbows and looks at Satoru like he’s trying to unravel the content of his head. There’s not much in Satoru’s head at the moment though, feels like it shot out through his dick inside Suguru’s hole.
“Do you wanna go get popcorn chicken?” he asks after he finishes slurping his instant noodles. He’s still hungry and it feels like this did nothing to help.
“You wanna get popcorn chicken at this hour?”
“It’s not even midnight yet! We can go get stuff from the konbini!”
“I don't wanna move from here.”
Satoru pouts. In response to that, he moves in to bite Suguru’s round ass, and when he yelps in protest, Satoru spanks him. The sounds Suguru makes turn more erotic as Satoru continues leaving bites and hickies up and down his cheeks, occasionally slapping them just to make them jiggle.
“ Saaatoruuuu ~” Suguru has a really specific way of whining to him that makes him want to fuck his mouth till he cries.
“Hmmmm??” He wiggles his finger between Suguru cheeks and circles his hole, feels him twitching delicately at the touch. “I wanna go again,” he says.
Satoru ends up straddling Suguru’s hips, spreads him and spits down on his hole. There’s probably not much reason to do it, since he’s already been fucked enough that he’s prepared for it, and Satoru’s cum can act as lube, but it’s just pretty fucking hot to push his spit inside Suguru’s ass. He goes really slow this time, and keeps groping Suguru’s muscles - shoulders and back and ass and arms.
He likes Suguru’s body. And he likes putting his hand on the back of Suguru’s head and pushing his cheek into the bed, it forces his back to arch more too. And Suguru makes needy little breathing noises while Satoru’s cock moves in and out of him slowly, and like - he’s still hungry, but this definitely helps distract him from that.
It’s about 2 am when they eventually end up at the konbini to get popcorn chicken, onigiri and soba. Satoru buys two bags of chips and Cola, while Suguru just looks droopy. He asks Satoru to buy him cigarette and lemon juice and Satoru obliges even though he doesn’t really like cigarette smoke.
“I’m going to fail my mid-term,” he says, yawning.
“You’re not gonna fail, you’re smart.”
While going back to Suguru’s dorm with their shopping, Satoru takes his hand and shoves it in the pocket of his hoodie, lacing their fingers together. It’s not something he thinks about, it’s something he does with all the girls he’s dated, so he just does it with Suguru too. Suguru looks a little shocked and like he wants to say something.
“You know, people might see us.”
“Yeah, we’re on the street. There’s people on the street.”
Suguru looks at him and shrugs. Satoru gets what he’s hinting at, but Satoru’s neither stupid nor an asshole. He just thinks that if you nut inside someone enough times, it’s a little ridiculous to feel squeamish about holding their hand.
He wonders if Suguru might wanna try dating. Might ask.
“Serious question, do you think you’d be a Jedi or a Sith lord?”
“Neither,” Suguru answers without missing a beat, “one of them is a relic of an aged, overly restrictive system, while the others are evil. I don’t wanna be evil.”
“Can’t pick neither. You have to pick one.”
A pause. Then he sighs.
“I’m so impulsive to be a Jedi,” Suguru admits, forlorn.
“Darth Sugurus, then,” he says, downing the last of his coke can and throwing in the trashcan from a distance, “I’d be a Jedi. Shit, I’d be a fucking Skywalker, if you ask me.”
“Probably,” Suguru agrees, and when they get back to the dorm, Suguru gingerly sits down on the same bench he was sitting on when Satoru propositioned him and lights up a cigarette, sighing.
“Those are bad for you, you know,” Satoru says.
“You know what else is bad for me? Sleeping with straight boys.”
“I’m hurt .” Satoru laughs it off, and Suguru laughs too, but he shakes his head and looks a little frustrated - with himself, Satoru, life .
“You don’t get it. I had a crush on you. It’s severely worse now.”
“D’awww, Suguru! Is this you confessing to me? That’s so cute.”
Suguru’s face goes blotchy red and his eyes are wet. His cigarettes sits there between his pouty lips and Satoru wants to shove his tongue between them.
“Please don’t make fun of me. I’m serious.”
“So am I!”
Suguru doesn’t believe him and it makes him feel a little bad, because Suguru looks genuinely vulnerable, and Satoru knows it’s serious, but he’s just soooo… .pretty and breedable and fuckable. Even though he’s trying to have a serious conversation with Satoru, the only think Satoru’s thinking about is fucking him again before eating.
“You know, it’s this fantasies a lot of guys have. Seduce the straight guy you’re crushing into a relationships. It’s common BL trope, less common in real life, though.”
“I’ve never read BL,” Satoru says. He open the shopping bag and pulls out his fried bits of chicken. “I’ve only ever been into shonen.” He pops one in his mouth and offers the another to Suguru, who huffs at first but concedes. The chews on it as if he’s upset with the chicken.
“I’m not gay.”
“So you keep saying.”
“I do like you, though. I probably like you a bit too much to be straight, but I don’t really care about figuring that out right now.”
Since they’re having the whole serious convo, he might as well eat. Helps him focus. One piece of chicken for him, one for Suguru.
“That seems like a pretty big thing you should figure out.” Satoru shrugs. He takes out his onigiri and opens it up too.
“No really. I like you , I figured that one out pretty quickly - ” he takes a bite of his tuna-mayo onigiri and offers it to Suguru afterwards too. “If you wanna date, we can date. I’d like to date you.”
Suguru doesn’t say anything for a second. Then, he grabs Satoru’s onigiri and devours it 3 bites, like he’s looking for something to keep his mouth busy, and throwing these wild, panicked glances at Satoru himself. Instead of saying anything, Satoru just opens his Sprite can and offers it to Suguru to help him wash down the huge bites of food.
“This can’t be this easy. Can it? Like - seriously?”
“Do you want it to be more complicated?”
“I suppose not.” And then, he relaxes, spine softening, and he leans against Satoru’s shoulder. “I like you too, Satoru” He nuzzles against Satoru’s shoulder.
Maybe Satoru’s a little gay.