, The Corners Of Which Crinkled Ever So Slightly As Satoru Continued Tripping Over His Words. He Felt

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, the corners of which crinkled ever so slightly as Satoru continued tripping over his words.  He felt his own pulse quicken as he watched the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer of the modern age turn an impossible shade of red, all because of the nature of their conversation.  

Ah… there was something so endearing about how flustered Satoru had become, rambling and dragging his hands down his face in what Suguru could only assume was some desperate attempt to hide.  This was definitely a side of Satoru that the curse user hadn’t seen before—--soooo very different from that egotistical side of him; that brazen, quick-witted and infuriating image he shared with the rest of the world… the implication that he was untouchable, even with his Infinity lowered.

Suguru found himself growing fond of this version of him… the real Gojo Satoru, that was—-- not the version expected of him, that society demanded of him.  A quiet curiosity worked its way into Suguru’s very heart and soul, eager to uncover more of what existed beyond that projection of strength.

Oh, he was doomed already.  

❝  Aw, you can’t stop noooow~ ❞  Suguru teased as his hands moved to rest atop Satoru’s, determined at the very least to make him stop smacking himself in the face.  His fingers coiled around the backs of Satoru’s hands, tugging them away to avoid any further damage.  ❝ —--Though you can stop hitting yourself.  Pretty sure that isn’t going to help hide the blush you’ve got going on, anyway.  Such a pretty shade, too. ❞ Suguru clicked his tongue, his amusement growing. He pulled their hands down to rest upon Satoru’s lap, though one of Suguru’s reached back up to boldly swipe a thumb across the other’s cheek.  ❝ You’re so cuuute like this, Satoru~ ❞

Well… okay, he had said it.  Suguru hadn’t planned to admit he found his classmate cute—-but the words had slipped out so easily.  And, well… truthfully, he felt zero shame in such an admission.  Suguru didn’t have it in himself to lie—- to Satoru, at least.

❝ As for the arranged marriage predicament… hm.  Maybe you should have them call me —- I can be very convincing, you know. ❞

Was he flirting? Most definitely.  Suguru was having the time of his life, now—- suddenly forgetting about the book he had been reading, or the classwork he still needed to get done.  Wait, wasn’t their lunch period almost over?

Fuck.

𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍 -- 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 -- he didn't exist to be a person, that much was driven home since the moment he could walk on his own. Murmurs without any reservations fired off around his young ears about how good this would be for the clan; the faster he grew the better for them. There were a few stray audacious offers made for him potentially being sold despite no possibility presenting itself, the Gojo clan held on tightly to their precious little powerhouse much to the bidder's dismay.

Now, this was a whole other version of selling him off -- the idea of him being asked to put a child in someone was already disgusting in and of itself, but the various additional factors made it hard for him to even think of his parents as people anymore. Not like they returned the favor either.

This topic was made far easier because of Suguru's wonderful admission -- thank fuck for that, because Satoru couldn't imagine going any further in detail about the girl he was supposed to get with. Blegh. He scrunched his nose up at Suguru's implication that he somehow thought himself wholly alone in the entirety of fucking Japan, like his complex extended that vastly -- as if he was genuinely that full of himself. Suguru was being a playful bastard, huh?

❝ -- fuck you, I meant like ---- obviously that was more about -- ...at Jujutsu High, at least, not like... in all of Japan ---- ❞ Now he was really flustered, word-vomit fucking him over just a little by the way Suguru now had a fully disgruntled and blushing Satoru dragging both his hands down his bared face. Sunglasses out of the way, he could really get in there with making sure he didn't open his fucking eyes to see any sort of smug look on Suguru's face. He might die. This might be it. He just had to mention Suguru's piercings and now he had to think about Suguru's piercings. Friendly fire, there -- good going, Satoru. His mind wandered to the idea of Suguru getting a tongue piercing and proceeded to b-line to wondering what it'd feel like while kissi----oOOOKAY THAT'S ENOUGH !!

He smacked his face. Repeatedly. His forehead especially, as if to rattle those thoughts out. Then he palmed at his eyes with a groan. No eye contact for Suguru, Satoru was too busy fighting internal demons.

❝ Gauged ears aren't -- whateverthefuck, no, I'm ---- I think I'm done talking now, actually. ❞

He was so fucked, so fucked, so so so fucked ---- the instant his dumb ears heard that Suguru was ---- fucking of course, the stars aligned and his dumb brain immediately latched onto the thoughts of what was once dismissed as a one-sided never-to-be stupid fucking crush.

And the worst part was now he had a racing mind alongside his pounding and fluttery heartbeat. Now he couldn't help but to think about the fact that -- what, did Suguru date a guy before, did he have a lot of experience ? Did he date girls for a while first to try and be normal and then he had the run-in with a guy that turned his head ? What was he like, did he still have him in his life ? Were they bitter exes ? What did he look like, did he look normal ? Did Suguru like normies ? Fuck. No, maybe he liked them with tats and piercings too -- probably knew people, yeah, had his connections and friendgroup outside of Jujutsu High, honestly ---- he was likeable, adjusted to society around humans and around sorcerers alike. He probably texted them, at least ---- now he was going to be stupidly aware of whenever Suguru texted, fuck. Fuck.

He smacked his face again and then peeled one hand away in favor of mussing up his dumb abnormal hair that Suguru probably didn't even li-- Oh my God he was so fucked.

❝ ---- ANYWAY ! Still have the predicament of not knowing how to word me declining my parents' attempt at an arranged marriage. But ---- I'm so glad you got to watch me verbally sabotage myself in real time, thanks dude. Real friend material. ❞ He promptly shoved at Suguru's shoulder as payback. Somehow, this was all his fault.

Veronica Roth // Charlotte Eriksson

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Lowering his guard around the young prodigy was his first mistake --- of course Satoru would fight dirty. This was his best friend, after all ---- a boy that always had to get the last word in every heated discussion ( much to Suguru's frustration. )

Suguru practically yelped in surprise as Satoru yanked him down, his eyes impossibly wide as gravity made sure that he landed almost directly on top of the other. He scrambled to get away before things got even worse for him, but apparently Satoru had planned his full blown sabotage exceptionally well, leaving nowhere for Suguru to go other than locked underneath Satoru's weight.

❝ H-hey! ❞ Suguru sputtered, his eyebrows furrowing as annoyance forced his lips into a frown. His hands gripped at Satoru's arms, trying to shake him off or at least knock him off balance ---- unfortunately to no avail. Suguru's bangs were now in his face, blocking some of his vision as he angrily stared up at the other. He blew them to the side, disgruntled, before reaching upward to flick Satoru's nose. ❝ Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying as hell? ❞

Now it was his turn to pout.

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒; "I didn't want to actually hurt you" -- pfft ! Satoru audibly scoffed, but then laughed -- he couldn't actually be mad at Suguru, though the dull ache that remained was a tempting factor to allow to tip the scales. It felt almost nice to get... not coddled, but concern(?) thrown his way, even in the lighthearted weight Suguru wielded now. he never really got into situations where him getting hurt was a possible outcome, so this exchange was certainly new.

He was less hunched inward now, reaching out to grasp onto Suguru's offered hand after a moment spent contemplating it. His more mischievous, bratty side had a flare of desire... to use the friendly gesture of sportsmanship against Suguru. And honestly? He caved to it, despite its initial spark being a 50/50 coin toss of 'play nice' and 'fight dirty' ------ so Satoru sought to yank Suguru abruptly onto the ground with a whipping grab and harsh pull, hopefully leading into a messy tumble and subsequently a pinned down Suguru. Maybe he'd manage to wind him a bit on the way down to fully make them square.

❝ ---- GOTCHA ! ❞

They could illegally drink and watch some twisted horror movie or something more up Suguru's alley after this, he just wanted some payback first.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌.  He was used to the other boy making an entrance —- thus was always the case in the classes they shared, whether Satoru was on time or 10 minutes late.  Suguru knew that if something was on his mind, he’d open up about it eventually.  There was never any rush, or sense of urgency between them —- especially when they weren’t on some bullshit mission.

A slight breeze tousled Suguru’s bangs as he flipped to the next page of his book —- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami absorbing the bulk of his attention during their lunch period.  There was something about this particular novel that made it hard for Suguru to put it down.  Perhaps it was a pull to the main character within the story, or the underlying narrative of it all. Reading between the lines… the symbolism, and the cruelty of people towards others, whether on purpose or through an uncaring lens. He often found himself lost in books, especially before attending Jujutsu High — though lately, it was hard to finish a book without the details of previous chapters getting hazy.  With the increase in missions and class workloads, it was rare he had enough time to read anything other than books on sorcery techniques and exorcisms.

Not that he was complaining.  Okay, maybe he was complaining a little.  The information was valuable, of course —- but for Suguru and Satoru, the strongest sorcerers Jujutsu High had seen in quite a long time, everything just felt… beneath them.  Like they were merely stuck doing busy work, while the rest of their classmates struggled to keep up.

When Satoru finally spoke up, Suguru’s gaze shifted over to the other —- taking a moment to read his body language and respond accordingly.  Suddenly his book held little to no meaning… he was quick to bend the corner of the page to mark his spot, and put the book down beside him. 

❝ Rant away.  I won’t laugh, I promise. ❞  Though the idea of Satoru kicking his ass made him almost laugh, regardless.

Suguru listened to the sounds of birds chirping at the edge of the forest whilst waiting for the other to speak.  He watched Satoru sigh again, and suddenly found himself growing concerned.  Something really was bothering him, wasn’t it?  He actually seemed reluctant to even ramble at him, which was surprising in and of itself.  It was only when Satoru brought up the subject of lineage and family bloodlines that Suguru understood the hesitance —- the lack of eye contact, even whilst those sunglasses remained tucked away.

He was an active listener — patient, and typically kind when offering any sort of advice, or feedback.  Suguru was able to read a room, and respond accordingly.  But the sudden swerve towards vulnerability left Suguru’s pulse quickening, his gaze widening ever so slightly before dropping down towards the step below where they both sat.

He kept that gaze low, if but only to hide the warmth that now spread across his cheeks.

Suguru wasn’t quite sure how to process this new information.  There was something deep inside of him that rejoiced at the news — the mere confirmation that Satoru was into boys.  Though he wasn’t quite sure why he was so elated to discover that… ah, but Suguru could unpack that another time.  Right now, the silence between them had grown almost deafening.  

❝ A-ah, Satoru —-... I’m sorry to hear that.  If I may ask… how close are you to your parents? ❞  Suguru looked over at him, then — gauging his reaction a bit before proceeding.  He folded his hands into his lap and considered his words, ultimately searching for the most genuine response he could offer.

❝ —-I only ask because, well… sometimes, the less they know, the better.  My clan isn’t nearly as high of status as yours, but… that pressure exists for me, too.  The only way I’ve been able to distance myself from it has been by distancing myself from them.  Saying I’m too busy, or working too hard to even consider dating. ❞

❝ That being said… there’s nothing wrong with liking boys, Satoru.  If there was, then we’d both be fucked. ❞  Suguru shot a smile his way, before bumping Satoru’s shoulder with his own. While Suguru wasn't necessarily hiding that information from anyone, it also wasn't something he readily expressed without feeling like he was in a safe space to do so.  Suguru's sexuality was very fluid —- though he hadn't really focused on defining it that much, as of late.

❝ And if your family truly respects you as a person and not as some prodigy only worthy of procreating to keep the Six Eyes ability going, they will respect your decision and not push it any further.  But I understand, not wanting to tell them… I haven’t figured out a way to tell my parents, either. ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇, 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒, 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. He rested his wrist on his knee, propping his elbow on the other leg in favor of putting his head into his hand. There was a lengthy silence between them, one that felt natural, one that didn't make him hold his breath or anything and he knew Suguru wasn't, either. Equally so, a thousand words were fresh on his tongue, and he licked his lips absently to try and wipe some of it off.

❝ -- hey, ❞ he started, and he felt suddenly silly and small. Like he was just a boy instead of fifteen years old and -- apparently in line to become the head of the Gojo clan, considering the latest news from his parents. He let out a small, light laugh.

❝ Mind if I rant a little? ❞ He chanced a glance over his shoulder, up and back at Suguru, but found he had to dart his eyes away fast -- back to the forest beyond the school grounds. He huffed, puffing his cheeks a little to chase away the vague sense of heat rising to them over the mere prospect of his rant's chosen topic. ❝ Just promise you won't laugh ---- I mean it, I'll kick your ass. ❞

Another sigh, then, and Satoru gifted Suguru with the first notable flash of vulnerability since they first met. ❝ My parents want me to marry some girl. Keep the clan going. Picked her out and everything, all talk about genetics, continuing the bloodline, yada yada. ❞ He waved the hand with his sunglasses dismissively, huffing out another breath.

❝ She's nice, I'm sure. But ---- ❞ A pause, and he shifted his posture a little, admittedly feeling a bit shy.

❝ ---- I don't know, you know? I, uh, I don't know how to -- ...I can't just, like, tell my parents "Hey mom, dad, sorry... but I can't marry and fucking impregnate the girl you picked out for me, you know, 'cause I like boys. Oops!" ❞

He hadn't really planned on just saying it outright like that, but the moment the sentence fell out from his mouth, he let out a pained laugh ---- like it hurt, but also filled him with such relief. And fear, and uncertainty -- dread, yet freeing. He tried not to overthink the silence between them. Hard not to, but he tried anyway.

❝ It's so stuuuuupid, like -- first world problem, right? But damn if it doesn't make me feel like shit. Like I'm guilty either way ---- for not wanting to do it, and for not wanting to do it for such a -- ...bad reason. Their only son, end of the fucking line, and all 'cause I'm... -- you know? You get the picture. ❞

@svgurugeto // their earlier years & a confession.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, trembling, caged underneath Suguru’s broader form —-- lost in a haze of pleasure that the other so eagerly provided.  It was a love language of its own, providing Satoru a safe space to let go… a moment of release, forgetting the all too heavy burden of strength, if but only briefly, within the arms of the person he trusted most.  No one but Suguru could touch him here, in this room —- infinity be damned.

The fingers in his hair tightened, almost to the point of pain, but Suguru enjoyed that roughness, that lack of restraint as he brought Satoru over the edge.  Another groan shuddered around Satoru’s cock, still lodged deep within Suguru’s throat —- his eyes rolling back into his skull as he hollowed out his cheeks, sucking mercilessly.  In moments like these, Suguru was happy to be rid of a gag reflex; this particular act of consumption was more than welcome in the curse user’s book. 

Suguru could tell that Satoru was close by the way he convulsed —- those beautiful moans of his shuddering into near-sobs as his hips shuttered, his body arching underneath him.  Suguru’s free hand moved upwards to pin down Satoru’s hips, forcing him to remain where he was as Suguru greedily devoured. His thumb caressed the ridge of his hip bone, comforting strokes back and forth to calm him as he finally brought Satoru to his release.  Suguru was eager to drink him down, swallowing around Satoru’s cock, milking every last drop from him before releasing him with a wet pop.  

❝ Fuck, you’re incredible, ❞  Suguru whispered hoarsely, casting his gaze back up at Satoru before offering up a proud smile. ❝ I could never get tired of seeing you like this… ❞

Suguru crawled his way back up over Satoru’s body, peppering soft, gentle kisses up his stomach and chest before eventually meeting back with his lips. ❝ I love you, ❞ he hummed into Satoru’s waiting mouth, kissing him deeply, before swiping away any tears that had streaked his cheeks.  ❝ —So beautiful, Satoru —-... the way you come for me. ❞

As Satoru worked to regain his composure, Suguru reached over into his bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. He coated his fingers in the slick substance, before tossing it near Satoru’s hip. His eyes remained transfixed on Satoru as those fingers then moved further south, his index finger returning to the place it had teased Satoru only moments prior. 

❝ Can you go again? ❞  Suguru asked quietly, though there was a challenge in that question —- a spark in those violet eyes that dared Satoru to act. His fingertips grazed the other’s entrance, his touch featherlight as it circled, prodding ever so gently before pressing into his heat. Suguru moved slowly, pushing past his knuckle, teasing small movements through the tightness before finally pushing all the way inside.  

❝ —-Saaatoru. ❞  The whisper of his name was pressed against the shell of his ear, Suguru’s voice rough with desire.  He stilled atop the other, if only to allow Satoru a moment to adjust, before proceeding. His fingertip then began to move, seeking out that spot that would send Satoru over the edge. Once he found that tight knot of muscle, he pushed gently into it, massaging it slowly.  ❝ How does this feel? Tell me if it’s too much… ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋, and Satoru didn't bother to hide that overwhelm from Suguru -- not like he really could, anyway. Since the very first time they kissed, touched, it became a well-known weakness of his simply via deprivation up until that point. Nobody really hugged him, he was too scary, and his family were all too engrossed in teaching him the politics involved in raising their clan to its peak height by using him to bother with things beyond holding his little hand when he was first learning to walk.

"Touch-starved" didn't fully cover it -- the instant Suguru and him had begun exchanging contact... leaning on his shoulder, a hand against his back, half-embraces after a lengthy mission -- fingers in his hair during a more pressing headache were enough to send shivers down his spine. Even the most innocent of lingering hands had Satoru's skin on fire in the most pleasant of ways. When they first kissed, he didn't realize his mouth could feel that much. His body, too. Oh, the ego-boost Suguru got when everything he did had such great reactions out of him... Satoru couldn't help it. Especially right now, Suguru was driving him crazy.

He practically writhed against the sheets, the last vestiges of composure melting away from him with the blooming heat that was almost unbearable. He couldn't stop the breathless sounds from pouring out of his mouth, a semi-coherent plea slipping into the mix. Suguru knew how to -- fuck ! No thoughts, just the way Suguru's mouth felt, the way his cock ached and wept and shockwaves of pleasure rolled through him at a relentless pace, again and again. The motion of Suguru's tongue, those fingers, that mouth... he was trembling with the way arousal was so tightly wound up within him that he felt explosive.

Azure eyes brimmed with tears for a whole new, far more pleasant reason -- though his mind burned, his body arching, pleasure near-painful. He could barely suck in enough air, it left him with winded moans ---- he had to remember to breathe back in, gasping, tossing his head to the left, right, mouth fallen agape in a silent shout. His fingers faltered in Suguru's hair for a moment, his body's muscles tensing before the inevitable rush of weakness overcame him. Fuck ---- edged by just how potent the pleasure was that he felt it panging in his throat, a croaked voice half-gasped, a plea somewhere in there but not to stop, never to stop.

❝ ---- t-too much, I'm -- ❞ words he'd never say in any other context were spoken freely now, in the safety of Suguru's ears alone. Don't stop, it whispered -- regardless of his whimper that could imply otherwise. It was all too much, this was too much, but fuck it felt good -- it felt so fucking good ----

Really, hypersensitivity had its perks sometimes; the pain-prickles of overstimulation actually aided in keeping him from completely fucking losing it five seconds in. He was edged by the intertwining pain of it all, the overwhelm so rich he forgot where he was, forgot he was just brimming with pleasure for a half-second's worth of time enough that he was tumbling back into it all again, whiplashed. His hips jerked again, the shockwave of Suguru nailing him from all angles made the matter a slippery slope, one that had him crying out without worry for his volume.

Satoru didn't care if someone overheard him. He only cared about the fact that Suguru demanded he come for him like this, triggering a heatwave so smothering he forgot how to breathe, how to think, his body taking on the task of responding with ease. Like Suguru flipped a switch in between fucking fondling him and sucking his cock so well he could never take himself in hand again to derive an ounce worth's of pleasure in comparison. Fucking hell.

Suguru was ruining him deliciously, he hoped he enjoyed the taste.

A white-hot flash, sweat slickened brow knit tight, and Satoru could do nothing but obey with a keening moan that his voice broke against, crashing waves surging through him with near-numbing pleasure. He was shaking like a leaf, thighs slumping into deadweight as he filled Suguru's mouth ---- not like he could've warned him, not like Suguru couldn't've seen that one coming from a mile away. Satoru trembled, fingers falling away from Suguru's hair to sprawl limp at his sides, chest heaving, eyes blinking back tears before they could fully spill over from his glassy gaze (one escaped him, trickling down his temple and into the sheets dusted by his hair) whilst he reeled.

Fuck.