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Time is imperceptible when Satoru is in the dark. The lack of light penetrating his corneas should make him shiver. It should make him tremble at the absence of what he remembers of a warm hue that painted the room, and now he can only hold onto that dying flame in the back of his brain.
The warmth had nestled between every layer of his skin instead. From the superficial surface; moist and hot to the touch, to deep within his bones; where they threaten to fissure from marrow out until they’re reduced into nothing but ash.
Black satin hugs his eyes. There’s a delicate knot at the back of his head, pressed against snow-white strands. It’s still firm enough to make its presence known, though, as Satoru could almost feel his steady pulse whenever he shifts to try and direct his body towards where he hears sound in the room.
In front of him, where the bed should be, Suguru says nothing.
His silence causes Satoru’s lips to tug up into a slanted grin. Perhaps as a defense mechanism. His lack of sight only continues to add to the tension settling beneath his skin.
“Su-gu-ru,” Satoru chirps out. He tilts his head and can only hope Suguru can clearly picture the way he would bat those pools of icy-blue up at him. “You’re really leaving me in the dark, here. How unkind of you.”
Somewhere in front of him—above him, Suguru chuckles.
“Oh,” he says. “Don’t tell me it’s too much now?”
“How could it ever be,” Satoru grins. His leg bounces on its own accord. “Just sayin’. You’re boring me.”
Suguru snorts. Satoru makes up the image in his head; of Suguru peering down at him, violet irises studying him just—sitting there, with everything out of his control at the moment. Satoru wonders what’s running through his head.
“You wanted it yourself, Satoru,” he eventually says. “I’m just following along.”
“O-ho,” Satoru lets out disbelievingly, grin flattening the slightest bit. “You call this just you following along? C’mon, nothing’s going on!”
Satoru is aware that his voice has dipped into something akin to a whine. And, it might as well just be one, as it’d mirror just how close he was to pleading for action.
Suguru lets out a hum. The noise is a soft rumble in his throat. Then, he imagines Suguru leaning over in order to meet his face, voice coming out clearer. “Oh, Satoru. And here I thought you’d mastered a thing or two about patience.”
“I’m very patient.”
“Are you now,” Suguru grins. “Don’t think you have much of a choice, anyway.”
At that, his wrists consciously pick up on their own—to reach for or grab at that control—but he can’t. Not when his range of motion is restricted. Satoru feels the slightest twitch of his eye as his wrists strain against soft fur and strong steel behind his back. Handcuffs. Picked out by Satoru himself. He felt that it’d be a fun little accessory to implement.
It definitely had been fun as a concept in his head. Still is now. But, maybe it was impatience getting to him. Maybe it was the way Suguru hovered over him, doing nothing—nothing to soothe or relieve. Maybe it was all getting to his head, just how completely powerless he felt and was under the other man’s presence.
And even if he tried, with all the strength that he had, his efforts would be proven useless anyway.
“You’re doing well, Satoru,” Suguru says, breaking him out of his tense trance. “Better than I had anticipated.”
“What, you think I’m not capable or something?”
Suguru lets out an airy laugh. It’s music to Satoru’s ears every time, without fail. “No,” he says. “Of course not.”
Satoru feels an ache in his jaw. He had been clenching unconsciously. Having his vision obscured got to a point, a point he didn’t think he’d get to so quickly. But he feels the impatience thrumming in his veins, how it circulates through his capillaries and comes back filtered into pure want.
“Suguru, stop playing games with me,” Satoru draws out, lips jutting out in a slight pout. “I feel neglected.”
“That’s quite greedy, Satoru,” Suguru is quick to say with a chuckle. There’s an edge that hangs onto the ends of the sound as it dies down. “Considering the state of you right now.”
“Suguru—”
“All of this,” he continues, a tense pause halting his words briefly. Every millisecond of silence is anticipation for Satoru. Has him holding his breath in to desperately make out the sounds of Suguru initiating action. “All of my attention, and you still need more. What could possibly be enough for you?”
Black satin. Soft fur. And silicone, strapped snugly onto the base of his cock. A brand new ring; one that they had scoped out together. Even when it hadn’t been turned on yet, the weight and tightness of it all had already been enough for beads of pearly white to be oozing out of his swollen tip. Or perhaps it had been the weight of Suguru’s stare, after all. He already feels so tight all over. So uncomfortable in his skin, edging closer to bursting with want.
He’d been completely undressed, his boxers a haphazard pool around his ankles. With this, he feels so exposed—raw; can almost feel as if Suguru’s eyes had been peeling away at each layer of skin to reveal the need that had permeated through his entire being.
Satoru takes his words to heart, and with his current state of mind—current state of his entire being, irritation threatens to burst his veins open until they spill out his want. Playing in his own blood would only make him crave more.
His teeth grind together. Molar on molar, hard enough for his jaw to tremble. Satoru’s wrists try to separate out of frustration. Despite it all, he musters up a tight laugh. “Oh, please,” he draws out. “You’ve barely done anything. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten lazy, Suguru, hmm?”
A beat of silence. Only to be broken by humorous laughter shortly after.
“Lazy, Satoru?” Suguru murmurs, the edge of his voice dripping with burning saccharine. Satoru can almost pick it up in the air. “I’d have scolded myself if I had been. You don’t deserve that. But you…”
Whenever he trails off, Satoru wants to jump out of his seat as his nerves are pulled taut. He bites down the urge to murmur spit it out, already as his patience teeters closer to the edge.
“You’re sitting there, your hands and mine to ourselves, making the most out of yourself from absolutely nothing,” Suguru points out like it’s so easily obvious. He can’t be serious. Satoru doesn’t even feel anything—
“Suguru,” he whispers, voice dying down as the last syllable flies past his lips. “Fucking—don’t just stand there and look!”
“Think that’s all you need, though,” Suguru says. “Me standing here, watching you. You’re a mess.”
A mess. A mess by Suguru’s definition, as Satoru knows, is anything and everything he knows he can handle. Something that Suguru can pick apart and sort out easily, because it’s Satoru. He could go so far as to completely paralyze all of Satoru’s neurons and fill his brain with smoke. Get him completely gone. So out of it, that Satoru will forget he exists. Then, Suguru will get ahold of all the loosened strings and patch him up, piece by piece, cradle him close, and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
It’s what Satoru deserves, after all.
And no matter the circumstances, it’ll be the same every time. Even when Satoru is beginning to feel the burn of his shame, knowing he’s been put in such a position. Wanted to be put in such a place where he’s completely helpless.
“Only yours,” Satoru can’t help but whisper. “You know.”
“I know.” Suguru all but says, but words drip with that tone. Something selfishly possessive and only something Satoru could ever explore. “It could never be anyone else.”
It’s only now that Satoru’s so sure of it. He finds himself not breathing altogether, desperate to find anything in the silence. Then, purposeful fingers slide into his hair and he finds himself melting into the touch. He probably whimpers, he’s not all too sure. Just focuses on Suguru rubbing his scalp tenderly.
Suguru pets over his hair; pushes back the strands that had clumped together due to his moist forehead. His palm finds itself against his ear, thick fingers cradling the side of his head as Satoru shakes with need. He can’t wait anymore. Can’t sit there blindly as he tries to predict Suguru’s next move.
“Wonder how much of this you’ll take before you break, Satoru,” Suguru murmurs, and oh, he’s got his lips pressed to the top of his head. He’s almost on the verge of convulsing from the touch. Satoru greedily inhales what he can, only hoping his lungs could somehow expand wider than they are capable of to capture Suguru’s scent. “Don’t think it’d be much, though.”
Click.
Buzzing rings through the room in an instant, and before Satoru could even let the noise filter into his brain, sensations of immense pleasure pour into his cock. It’s already so intense—has Satoru seizing up and struggling against his restraints. That little shit. Suguru didn’t even let him warm up with the lowest frequency.
The ring only begins to tighten as heat pours into his veins, blood vessels swelling with pure need. “Fuck,” Satoru curses under his breath. His teeth grind together. “Suguru—”
“Cute,” Suguru all but hums. There’s undeniable adoration laced in his tone. “You’re so hard, Satoru. Does it feel good?”
Another click sounds through the room. Satoru’s hips buck up towards the ceiling. “F-Feels—” He catches himself in the midst of a loud whimper, lip wobbling as his cock twitches and leaks all over itself. He’s getting dizzy. Feels as if everything is cloudy from beyond his blindfold. “I’m—..”
“Mhm?” Suguru prompts. His voice is woven velvet, coating Satoru’s entire being in soft silk. “You can tell me.”
“Suguru,” Satoru is able to gather his shaky voice. His eyebrows furrow with growing exasperation. Fingers clench into his palms. “Touch me.”
“I thought you knew how to use your words nicely,” Suguru says through what sounds like a grin. Though, his tone is slightly clipped. His disappointment is hushed. “Ask me again, won’t you?”
Satoru's head hangs low. He manages to click his tongue. “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you,” he gets out through a flat smile. He holds back a gasp, staggered breath launching out with a silent moan. “T-Too much, at that.”
Suguru only lets out a hum; that same, drawn out rumble from deep within his throat. Satoru’s sucking in a breath of anticipation at the same time he feels fingers lace in his hair, tightening effortlessly and tugging until Satoru’s yelping in pain. His head is forced into a tilt, neck barred and mouth parting in instinct.
“Oh, Satoru, you always have something to say,” Suguru says. He doesn’t care to hide that it’s a coo. There’s heat that licks at Satoru’s insides, knowing that Suguru can only look down at him in adoration, even if he’s slowly being reduced into something pathetic. His efforts at trying to get to Suguru are laughable, after all. Even with his humiliation, though, they both know; how in the end, they both burn with the need to be drowning in everything they have to offer to each other.
Satoru makes out the image of Suguru, crystal clear despite the fog wisping in between around every ridge of his cerebral cortex. He’s got this sort of maddened look dimming the violet in his irises, the whites of his eyes glassed over with focus. At the picture in his head, Satoru can’t help but let out a breathy sigh, a thrill rushing through his bloodstream.
“Isn’t that… why it’s so fun?” Satoru breathes out, lips still parted. He’s sure Suguru’s just above him, greedily basking in the warmth of his exhales. Anything from Suguru.
There’s the slightest bit of shuffling. “Oh,” Suguru coos once more. Then, Satoru feels the familiar tugging of his lip as Suguru hooks his thumb into his mouth. He salivates in an instant. “That isn’t all you’re fun for, though.” Suguru presses down onto the middle of his tongue with a firm pressure. Runs it over his teeth and prods at the walls of his cheeks. Smears saliva all over his lips. “You’re absolutely stunning, Satoru. The prettiest thing I’ll ever lay my eyes on.”
Satoru can’t help but huff out a laugh. “‘m not even… though,” his words are muffled and spit-slick, but Suguru easily tuts in response.
“You have no idea,” Suguru caresses his cheek with a wet thumb. He presses the remains of Satoru’s saliva into his cheek, then, cups his jaw altogether, pressing his lips to the tip of Satoru’s ear. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t think.”
Satoru stutters on a gasp as his cock twitches. “Do it,” he grits, “then. Stop—stop stalling.”
“Not stalling,” Suguru whispers. His lips chase the warmth of his ear, kissing the skin tenderly. “Playing.”
“Stop playing with—”
“I wouldn’t dare to do such a stupid thing,” Suguru says around a light laugh. “Don’t you think you should know? You’re begging for it, Satoru.”
“Begging for—s-shit—” A gasp cuts through Satoru’s sentence as fingers release the grip on his hair to wrap around his length. It’s a little painful. Dry, even, as he hadn’t even bothered to spread around the wetness that had been pooling at his tip. Satoru can’t help but thrust up into Suguru’s still-fist with a groan. “Suguru…”
“Just like that,” Suguru prods gently. Satoru could almost cry at the tone of his voice; it holds that same tenderness as always while also leaving room for order. “Help yourself.”
Satoru lets out a string of heavy whimpers as he does just so. He begins with shallow thrusts; Suguru maintains a fixed grip around him, the pressure enough to stimulate his cock. The vibrator continues to buzz alive at the base of his cock, causing his hips to stutter clumsily. Through it all, Satoru still can’t help but feel as if it all isn’t enough.
The blindfold feels as if it’s been woven into his lashes, clumped up with tears and sweat. Any contact at his skin seemed to penetrate deeper into his sense of touch; every brush began to feel overwhelmingly intense and possibly more than what Satoru could handle. But to him, it wasn’t a matter of how much he could handle; it was all about if he were too. And without a doubt, Satoru would continue to take. He’d take, take, take it all from Suguru, succumb to every touch and everything that doesn’t reach him, and he’ll continue to do so until his nerves unravel from the inside out.
A steady thumb digging into his slit causes Satoru to cry out, hips bucking into the air at the sensation. It’s weighing down on him now; the inconvenience of having his sight and chance of control stripped.
“Suguru,” Satrou says through a heavy whimper. “It’s—hnmfgh—I’m s’ hard,” he almost can’t hear his own voice, the static in his brain overpowering everything else. Then, Suguru lets out a coo and he snaps back into it with his voice as a cushion.
“Mm,” Suguru lets out. The drag of his hand up his cock is done in slow, agonizing strokes. The vibrator continues to tease the base of his cock, the ring tightening with every passing second. Satoru’s going to come. He’s going to come and it’s going to feel excruciatingly good. The pressure of Suguru’s palm, the cock ring, Suguru’s musk, Suguru’s voice—Suguru, Suguru, Suguru. Then— “You done?”
Satoru’s mouth drops open in a half-confused daze, thoughts coming to a halt. “D-Done? Wha—?”
“I don’t think,” Suguru starts, just as soon as his hand stops. The vibrations halt. Satoru feels his teeth grind together. “You’ve given your full effort, Satoru. You’re better than this.”
Satoru’s blood begins to boil. Everything twitches in what he can only describe as pure rage. Both of them know that deep down, despite his restraints, despite his lack of sight—he could take Suguru down and tackle them right onto the bed if he really wanted to. At the moment, it was all he could think of doing. The bouncing of his leg was growing noticeable by the second. He was sure there was a pile up of crescent moons in his palms from how much he’d been clenching his fists. He’d just need to catch Suguru at the right moment and he can—
Suguru cuts through his contemplation with a laugh. “You don’t want that,” he says with a low drawl. There’s a purr at the end of it; it licks at Satoru’s insides. “Whatever you’re thinking, Satoru, don’t.”
“Oh, I’m so sure it’s what I want actually,” Satoru grits, hips bucking up out of instinct to get Suguru to just move. He’s teetering too close to the edge and Suguru’s playing in his face. “Suguru. Come on.”
“You come on,” Suguru replies. Then, his hand seems to lift away from his cock momentarily as if to reach for something. Satoru opens his mouth to protest when the vibrations start again altogether, and for sure this time, it’s on the highest setting. A moan falls from Satoru’s throat when Suguru spits onto his cock, hand lathering the wetness over him. “Beg for me.”
And then, Suguru’s properly maintaining a tight fist around him, as well as building up a pace that’ll surely make him come soon. A string of groans and whimpers fly past his mouth, chin tilting up towards the ceiling as he tries to chase the strokes.
“Fuck, fucknghh—” Satoru cries out, wrists straining harshly against the cuffs. The skin around feels so tender and sore, a representation of how powerless he is at the moment. It causes his cock to twitch and leak even more, a heat building up in the pit of his belly. His hands twitch to just grab at his sensitive cock to tend to the ache. “Oh, Suguru, feels good—oh—”
“Satoru, baby, come on,” Suguru hums. He’s teasing. And, hems practically over his ear now—how did he get there so fast? Teeth catch onto the tip of his ear, a hot tongue prodding out to soothe the nip. “Let me hear you.”
“Suguru,” Satoru finally whines. It’s raw and from deep within his throat. “Please. P-Please—please, please—I wanna come, I need to c—”
“You want it?” Suguru drags out in a long drawl. Satoru could basically imagine the tilt of his head over his face, looking down at him with intensity. “Do you deserve it?”
“Yes, yes—I need it, p-please let me come, S’guru, please,” Satoru begs. He’s practically fucking into Suguru’s fist at this point, wet gasps flying past his lips as his orgasm approaches. All he hears is when Suguru lets out a little chuckle; it’s nothing but air and what he could say to be mean. To tease Satoru and how he’s so easy to give in—but how could he not when Suguru’s handling him like this. Like he has the manual to undo the Satoru and patch him back up feeling twice as good.
“Mmn, you sound so pretty, Satoru,” Suguru practically moans into his ear, hot and wet and everything that Satoru needs to feel his hips jerk as his orgasm begins to develop properly. “Doing so well for me.”
“Hah—I’m gonna come—I’m gonna come, gonna come, gonna—”
“Mm, that’s it.”
Satoru whimpers noisily. “S-Suguru— I’m co—”
Satoru’s jaw goes slack as his orgasm begins to penetrate all his senses, when everything and anything is withdrawn altogether. Suguru retracts his hand, stops the vibrator, and leaves Satoru’s orgasm to die out in silence. Satoru feels as if he almost chokes on a gasp, thighs tensing and hips bucking up to chase the phantom touch of a fist around him—but there really was nothing.
The air is still around them before Satoru lets out a raggedy breath. “Suguru,” he murmurs, jaw tightening by the second.
“Oh, Satoru, don’t act so surprised.”
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
Suguru laughs out loud. “You haven’t tried once,” he says. “You haven’t. You know you could’ve, yet all you’ve been doing is sitting here all pliant while you take it all. Greedy, greedy, Satoru.”
Satoru’s legs bounces up and down; the pulse of his cock remains steady as he leaks messily. “Release me,” he grits. His lip wobbles as he begins to truly feel the frustration of dragging it out, and the next syllable that leaves his mouth is broken. “N-Now.”
Another short silence stretches over them. Satoru has practically lost all sense of awareness; he doesn’t know how long he’s been tied and blindfolded, or how long his orgasm had been building up before it died down. It’s a bit sick, he thinks, that he knows full well Suguru is enjoying it all with his own greed. The kind of greed that has the pleasure in his own veins through the roof.
Satoru can’t help but flinch when fingers cup around his jaw. And then, he’s caught by surprise again when Suguru lets the knot at the back of his head come loose. The blindfold frees his eyes and he doesn’t even realize his eyes were closed; he blinks them open, his retinas processing the sight in front of him. A smile falls onto Suguru’s lips; it makes Satoru melt. He’s got his hair tied into a half-bun, strands falling loose to frame his face. He’s wearing the black robe he always wears before bed, the dips of his collarbones prominent in the warm lighting. He’s everything to Satoru, and he already feels a bit at ease as he readjusts to his surroundings.
“Oh,” Suguru coos. It’s a sound of pure adoration. He cups his cheek. Thumbs beneath his eyes and spreads the wetness around. Satoru catches when Suguru's pupils dilate as he observes his teary eyes. “You’re just the prettiest thing, sweetheart.” The pad of his thumb is coated with Satoru’s tears; he easily brings it to his mouth, tongue darting around to suck on his tears, all as if it were liquid gold. Suguru leans over him, mouth over mouth, with his lips parted. Satoru can only brace for a kiss, but to his disappointment, it still doesn’t come his way.
The chuckle that sounds through the room is still music to Satoru’s ears, despite the impatience brewing in his mind. He can only wordlessly watch as Suguru walks over to their dresser, retrieving what he can only make out as a key.
The key to the cuffs.
Satoru is in disbelief; there wasn’t any way Suguru was letting him off easy, was he? But, it only seems to prove it’s exactly that way when Suguru pushes the key into the lock, letting his wrists fall by his sides. Satoru observes how tender his skin has become; a reminder of just how desperate he had been. He then watches as Suguru bends down to remove the cock ring, a hiss flying past his lips. He’s soothed by the slight release of pressure.
“What now, Satoru?”
Satoru meets Suguru’s stare; he’s already entranced in the deep violets of his irises, as always, that he almost forgets about every ounce of frustration that had been clogging his arteries. “I’ve freed you. So, what’s next, hm?”
“You’ll get me off, now,” Satoru says. He’s a little embarrassed that it’s all he could muster, confidently so as well. “And properly this time.” His cheeks only pinken when Suguru’s smile lines his lips again.
“I see,” he hums in acknowledgement. But, he’s still quick to decide. “Though, not with that attitude of yours.”
Satoru is certain he now sees red. “Fuck off, Suguru,” he almost growls; it comes out more like a weak whine instead. He can’t do it, not when Suguru’s head tilts at his tone. “You’re, hah…” he can’t help the dry laugh that bubbles out of his throat. “You’re acting like I can’t just go and get myself off. You and I know it’s that easy.”
“Oh, how contradicting,” Suguru laughs loudly. “Is it that easy, now? Satoru, we both know you can barely get yourself off without you ending up writhing around on my cock. Don’t you know?”
“No,” Satoru spits. “Don’t you know, Suguru? I, myself, can easily take you on the bed right now and get off that way.”
Suguru only stares at him, amusement highlighting his already dimmed expression. “Of course I know,” he murmurs, the last syllable coming out as a purr on his tongue. He steps closer to where Satoru is still sitting on the chair, in between his spread legs. He holds Satoru’s eyes until they snap down at his cock, still hard and pathetically swollen. “But we know that’s not what you need.”
Satoru scoffs. “Of course it is,” he says. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t want it, Suguru.”
“My, you’re cocky today,” Suguru jabs a finger into his chest, smile sharp around the edges. “That’s why I stressed on the difference, love,” he hums, then hovers over his ear. “You need me to fuck that out of you?”
Satoru decides… well. He decides he has reached his limit. Satoru’s eyes dart to the middle of Suguru’s chest—half-exposed from his oversized robe—makes it his target, and puts a significant amount of force into shoving Suguru back until he topples onto the bed behind him.
And he’s successful; Suguru lets out a grunt under Satoru’s weight as he pins his wrists to the mattress. It’s a little too easy; but Satoru’s strong. And he knows how to read Suguru like a book, which is why he secures his deft hands first. Suguru then forgets about putting up a fight, and he’s grinning up at Satoru with fire burning behind his eyes.
“There you are,” he purrs. Satoru’s nails dig into his skin, causing Suguru’s eyes to flick over to them. “You’re being quite rough, baby.”
“Please, we both know how much of a slut you are for being roughed up like this.”
“Oh, Satoru,” Suguru continues to say in between a laugh. There’s an unmistakable edge to it; one that flies past Satoru’s heat-stricken mind. “Always reminding me of just how much more adorable you can get when you’re desperate. The only downside is you always forget your place in the process.” Then, it all happens too fast. Thighs lock around his waist, manhandle him around—so he’s forced to lose his grip on Suguru, no matter how hard he tries—, and now, Satoru’s fighting with all his might to get Suguru off of him.
“Yeah, keep fighting it, Satoru,” Suguru laughs amidst Satoru’s curses, and all his attempts to push and kick. He had made the mistake to restrain Suguru’s thighs after all; the muscles alone could dominate Satoru in a fight on any day. “You’re making it harder for yourself.”
“You’re just—ah, fuckhngh,” Satoru is cut off with a gasp when Suguru grabs him by one shoulder to flip him over so he’s lying flat on his stomach. Instinctively, he tries to crawl his way away from the roughness of it all; he’s only stopped when Suguru grips his thighs and drags him to the edge of the bed.
“Ah,” Suguru tuts. Satoru is muffled against the sheets, dizzy from the manhandling. His fingers are tingling, completely out of it at this point. A spank on his ass causes him to moan out loud, eyes threatening to bat close.
“Oh, just look at you, Satoru,” Suguru drawls, prodding at his hole. Satoru then tenses up and groans when the plug that had been in his ass is taken out and thrown on the bed haphazardly. “You’re begging for me. All you’ve been waiting for this whole time is to fuck you stupid.” Then, Suguru’s cock is prodding at his hole and he’s sliding in to the hilt.
“Suguru, fuck!” Satoru cries out; he can’t even catch his breath when Suguru grabs onto his hips and starts to build up a brutal pace with his thrusts. “You—you fucking asshole— hhh—” Satoru is cut off with a wheeze when Suguru all but closes his bicep around Satoru’s throat, restricting his airflow in a way that reminds Satoru of how he was no match for Suguru in terms of strength.
“You’re dripping for me, ‘toru,” Suguru grunts in his ear. He squeezes around Satoru’s throat, once, for good measure, before he opts to just keep him in place that way. “So wet for me, yeah? God, you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
Satoru can only let his jaw fall slack, gasps flying past his lips as Suguru jabs right into his prostate. He whines, feeling his orgasm build rapidly in his stomach. All he could do is claw uselessly at the comforter below him as Suguru takes him.
“Sugu,” he slurs, drool surely seeping onto Suguru’s bicep. His eyes roll back as Suguru’s pace doesn’t let down for a second. “Fuck, please let m’ come, p-please, I ca—” Satoru’s words die in his throat, hole tightening around Suguru’s cock.
“Good boy, begging for me like that,” Suguru praises, and he’s taking mercy on Satoru by grabbing onto both of his hips instead and letting him breathe. “Maybe you’ve earned it now.”
“Please,” Satoru almost feels like he’s sobbing. There’s, without a doubt, tears staining his cheeks, cock begging for release. “Please, I’m—”
And Suguru lets out a hum. Satoru forgets everything and only focuses on what sounds like affirmation to come. A string of groans leave his throat—Suguru’s fucking him deep and calculated, he’s clenching around him, and he’s about to have the most intense orgasm he’s had in a while when—
There’s tightness around the base of his cock, preventing him from orgasming.
Satoru’s eyes widen. It’s Suguru’s fist, under him. He’s edged him again. It all crashes down on him. Satoru can only tear up rapidly and let it stream down his face in rivulets, a sob leaving his throat as he half-spasms on the bed.
Suguru coos as Satoru cries out loud. “Oh, you poor thing,” he slows his pace and releases his cock to run his fingers through Satoru’s hair instead. He should’ve known to expect it; it’s what he gets after all. “That’s alright. Now, you know, hm?”
Satoru can only let Suguru turn him onto his back as he hiccups. He’s surely a mess by now; snowy strands stuck to his pale face. A mixture of body fluids have him glowing in the room. Suguru leans down to kiss his forehead.
“You’ve done so well,” he says. “Let’s get you there again; for real this time, okay?”
Satoru sniffles. “You better,” he whimpers. “You’re insane.”
Suguru can’t help but laugh fondly. “Dear, you knew all too well about what you signed up for,” he begins to thrust again, in slower, deeper thrusts. “Can’t help but take full advantage of it.”
Satoru closes his eyes, exhaling shakily as Suguru fucks him slower. It’s enough to help the pleasure build up at a pace he can handle, and then he’s softly moaning again, Suguru’s aim just right against his prostate.
“F-Faster,” Satoru whispers. “Please.”
And Suguru is quick to oblige, staring intensely at Satoru as he builds up his pace again. “Look at me,” he says, and Satoru’s eyes blink open, gazing up at Suguru through watery eyes and fuzzy vision.
“Good,” Suguru says. He’s got a gentle smile lining his lips. “Wanna see those pretty eyes when you come for me.”
Satoru’s a writhing mess under Suguru; exactly how he would have ended up regardless of the decisions he made tonight. It’s not just pleasure in his body, but in his mind—his soul. Suguru’s taking him apart, yet he’s simultaneously patching him up with merely the fondness of his stare. Satoru groans, orgasm creeping up for the third time. “Suguru,” he all but says. It’s all he can really muster.
“Mhm,” Suguru hums. And he’s dragging his palms down Satoru’s long legs, folding him in half by the ankles. He leans over Satoru far enough so that the tips of his bangs blend into white. “You’re perfect, Satoru. And everything beyond. C’mon, come for me.” He says, and Satoru lets go.
His orgasm comes in waves; the first is completely paralyzing, has his mouth open as nothing but gasps launch from his throat. Then, he’s groaning loudly as Suguru reaches to pump his cock, spurts of cum dribbling over his fist and surroundings.
“I know, baby,” Suguru says, voice strained as he continues to thrust shallowly in the midst of his orgasm, drawing weak moans from him. “Gonna fuck you full of me.” Suguru promises, and then he’s thrusting in for a few more deep thrusts, own moans growing louder as he comes in Satoru’s hole, pumping him full of his cum.
Satoru’s in a daze when Suguru leans down to kiss him deeply. It’s mostly tongue and uncoordinated, but only in the way that they both liked. In between, he murmurs a line of praises; caresses his waist and over his chest. Suguru cradles his cheek as he pulls away, and rolls over to collapse next to him.
There’s a few minutes of wordless silence, only the sounds of gradually-slowing breathing sounding in the room. Satoru can feel as his mind begins to clear and his nerves begin to thaw. He reaches out to where Suguru is and lets his hand flop over his chest, eliciting a surprised grunt from him.
“You broke my dick,” Satoru rasps out, shifting to stick to Suguru’s side and throw all his lanky limbs over him. “Fucker.”
Suguru lets out an amused laugh as he embraces Satoru, pulling him into the mold that had carved itself onto his body. It’s everything and all that Satoru’s brain needs for his body to reach homeostasis for the rest of his life. And in all other lifetimes.
“I love you more.”