Kusuo Saiki had never in his life been more grateful for a word other than finally. 

Finally, he managed to successfully dodge any random escapades that the horribly annoying group of friends he had could make up and force him to participate in. 

Finally, he was able to solve all the random problems that the ‘Psychikers’ managed to pull out of the corners of the earth.

Finally, though it was harder than it had any right to be, he expertly achieved evading any and all attempts that accursed Kokomi Teruhashi made at eating away at his time. 

Finally, finally, finally, he had the Hiroshi Satou in his apartment, sitting on his couch, alone, together with him, in his home. Alone. 

Finally. 

Saiki sighed in his mind as Satou animatedly talked to him about some new manga he was reading. 

It took a lot of work -on Saiki’s part- for them to reach a point in their friendship where they were comfortable enough to sit down and drink with one another. 

Well, more like reaching the point where Satou was comfortable enough to sit down alone with the super cool and smart Saiki Kusuo (in Satou’s thoughts). 

It took a lot of, walking past Satou and smiling(he got weird looks from basically everyone who knew him), researching his favorite brands and interests, wearing his favorite cologne, frequenting his favorite places, saying ‘hi’ when it was appropriate, and many other things in order for Satou to finally, finally, extend the conversation past a basic but cute and cheerful “Hello.” 

The first time Satou had asked Saiki whether or not they could hang out was the day Saiki’s heart threatened to burst. 

Saiki had long come to terms with his obsession with Satou, but the feeling of absolute elation everytime Satou so much as looked his way still shocked him sometimes. Luckily, so far he had managed to rein in his feelings, like the master of self-control that he was, and didn't scare Satou away. 

Not even when he not-so discreetly followed the man to the same college, and major in the exact same field. Satou didn't even consider for a moment that something was strange when Saiki got the exact same job as him only a day after he got hired. 

Or perhaps the fact that Saiki excelled as a business major helped him avoid intense scrutinization. 

Nonetheless, that was just how normal Satou was, he wouldn’t immediately think that his new, really amazing friend Saiki (again Satou’s thoughts) was stalking his every waking hour.

Even now, as Satou talked and talked about random topics that popped into his brain, the alcohol already starting to work its way into his veins; Saiki stared at him without blinking. a small, uncharacteristic smile on his lips, humming in agreement and nodding his head every now and then to show he was listening. But he wasn't only listening, he was committing every little inflection in Satou’s voice and movement of his body to memory. 

It may seem creepy to do so, but truly Saiki was only doing so because of just how mind-boggling normal Satou was in everything he did. He was memorizing all of Satou’s actions for purely research purposes, not pleasure. 

Really, he wasn't doing it for himself. 

Satou hiccuped, “Uh, I waaaasss going to ta- hic- talk to her about it but, but she didn’t want to meet up anymoooore….” Satou hung his head as he whined about some woman who ghosted him on a dating app. Satou threw his head back and downed the rest of his Asashi, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. 

Saiki watched for a moment before speaking, ‘Well, did she tell you why at least?’ He asked, even though he knew she didn’t. 

Satou sat his empty beer can on the small table before them, he flopped back onto the couch, his head feeling woozy. “ Noooooo, ugh, I… don’t know what happened…” He mumbled unhappily. 

“E- hic- eveytime I get someone, they always, s-say that I’m too boring, or-or…” Satou sniffled and rubbed his face. “It’s not fair… I’m the only one who hasn’t got a girlfriend…” He said sadly. 

Saiki frowned, he didn’t like seeing Satou sad, he deserved to live a happy, normal life with whatever lucky lady he met. 

‘…I don’t have a girlfriend.’ Saiki responded , sipping his own beer. He hoped Satou would feel better after knowing that he wasn't alone in his single status.  

Satou grumbled before looking at Saiki. “W-well hicc, at least you're not a virgin!” He yelled, his face growing red from his rising irritation and his drunkenness. 

‘…?’ Before Saiki could question how they got to the topic of virginity he looked at Satou’s thoughts.

‘There’s no way someone as handsome as Kusuo-kun could still be a virgin!’ Saiki felt his cheeks heat up from the compliment, and a peculiar sensation in his abdomen appeared, but he ignored it. ‘Even the beautiful Teruhashi-san hangs off of him all the time. … But nobody gives the booooring Hirohsi any chance at all….’ Before Saiki could admire the pouty tone of Satou’s thoughts, he was stopped by the thought; ‘Am I even worthy of being friends with such a cool guy?’ 

Saiki subconsciously held his breath. 

There it was again. 

Since his friendship with Satou began, there were always little moments where he would question the validity of their companionship. 

‘Ah, Kusuo-kun probably doesn’t even care about this TV show and is probably just being polite by listening to me. I’m probably boring him… maybe we shouldn’t be friends.” 

‘Agh! That was so embarrassing, Kusuo-kun wont want to talk to me ever again after this! He would hate such a clumsy friend!’ 

‘Uh...I don’t understand anything he’s saying. Kusuo-kun probably wants a really smart friend…’ 

And time and time again, Saiki would have to try his utmost to put Satou’s worries to rest, otherwise Satou would start to slowly distance himself and pull away, in a really polite and uniquely Hiroshi way. But pull away nonetheless. But Saiki never got frustrated or upset at this, he inherently understood that he and Satou were completely different in terms of capabilities. Just by him being around Satou he worried all the time that he would rub off on him in a bad way, but, as Saiki grew older, he began to feel just a little more selfish; which is why he decided to throw caution out the window and integrate himself into Satou’s life. Like he always wanted. But strangely, it always felt as if God themselves was trying to pull Satou away from him at any and all opportunity. 

…Which it probably was, that damned God was most likely trying to make space for Teruhashi, which was something that was never going to happen.

‘Hiroshi-kun…’ Saiki called. Satou turned to him with a small pout and red eyes. Saiki had to stop himself from cooing. Setting down his beer can and he turned his body towards Satou, leaning his side on the back of the couch. ‘I’m sure you’ll eventually find someone who loves you, Hiroshi-kun. What are you so worried about?’ He asked point blank. Satou blinked sluggishly, he sputtered, cheeks reddening even more. “W-well, I know someone for me will come.. e-eventually, b-but… I always get teased about still being a virgin….” He murmured, abashed. 

Saiki nodded, it was probably Satou’s normal friends that were teasing him about it, as normal friends do. But it was making him just a little annoyed. Even if the teasing was all in good fun, Satou should never have to feel bad about himself.

For anything at all. 

As a result, Saiki said something that he would swear was as a result of the alcohol. Even if he wasn't drunk. 

‘I can help you lose it… if you want. Your virginity, I mean.’

Saiki knew he made a mistake when the room grew incredibly still, like all eyes were on him, even if it was only one pair. 

“Uh… huh? K-Kusuo-kun, what- hic- what do you mean?”  

‘I mean that I can help you with that.’

Saiki pointed at the bulge in Satou’s pants. 

“HUH?!” He shouted in alarm and embarrassment. He quickly covered his crotch and hunched over, his mind spinning with questions and endless concerns. 

Ok, so maybe Saiki was to blame for the erection Satou was sporting, but in his defense, he only heightened the amount of horniness the man was already feeling in the back of his mind. He made a gentle suggestion to Satou’s drunken subconscious and it latched onto it and produced a biological response.  

But Saiki wouldn’t shrink away from the knowledge and responsibility that he had done this to Satou. He got Satou turned on. 

Saiki licked his lips. 

“Ah! Kusuo-kun, I-I’m so sorry! I don’t know what- I don’t know what I was.. I was just thinking- I was just-!” Satou wasn’t able to get his thoughts in order enough to articulate them. He hurriedly made to stand before Saiki grabbed his shoulder, easily guiding the drunken man to sit back down.

‘No, no, it’s alright, Hiroshi-kun.’ Scooting closer, Saiki leaned into Satou’s space. “I can help you.” He said, his voice a little hoarse and deep from not being used often. While speaking Saiki made another small suggestion to Satou’s mind, even though he knew it was wrong, he didn’t want this once in a lifetime chance to fly past him. Seeing Satou sweating in nervous horniness because of him…. It was doing things to Saiki.

‘Kusuo will take care of you.’ 

Hiroshi swallowed thickly. 

♥

“Kuh- haa, ss-st-hnn-! Kusuo-kun!” 

“Hmmm?” 

Saiki hummed around the head of Satou’s cock, suckling like it was a lollipop and licking at the salty pre-cum that it produced like a leaky faucet. His lips were stretched taut and glistening with fluids. He looked up at Satou through his pink lashes, watching the man pant deeply, his tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth, hair sticking to his forehead. Satou looked down at him, a glorious blush on his cheeks, tears collecting at the edges of his pleading eyes.

He looked gorgeous.

Saiki obliged the silent request, his tongue beginning to lick around the head of Satou’s cock in a circular motion. Satou shuddered, his thighs tensing, wanting to close around Saiki’s head, but instead his fingers tightened in Saiki’s long and deep pink locks. Saiki hummed again, at the feeling of Satou’s fingers threading through his hair; Saiki sucked harder, dipping his head lower with each suck. He only managed to get halfway down before he felt Hiroshi curl forward and tug at his hair, almost desperately. 

“Ah! K-Kusuo-kun! Haanghh, I-I, I’m going to cum! Ffffuu- ungh! Kusuo!” 

Kusou moaned at his name being used without an honorific, his stomach fluttering and a tingling sensation spread from his abdomen to his already leaking dick. His perfect Satou was gasping and trembling because of him. Shouting out in ecstasy like he couldn’t control himself, because of him. 

Satou was feeling good because of him. 

Bobbing his head shallowly, he slowly took in inch after inch, before sinking himself all the way to the base of Satou’s cock. His nose buried itself into the neatly trimmed, but thick hairs of Satou’s pelvis. Despite choking as the head of Satou’s cock pushed against the back of his throat, the heady smell of Satou’s musk made Saiki nuzzle closer, his cheeks heating. 

“Kus-Kusuo-kun…” 

Blinking his eyes, Satou’s cute moan and desperate tug at his hair brought him back to the task at hand. Saiki hollowed his cheeks and sucked deeply, massaging the underside of Satou’s cock with his tongue. A gurgling moan climbed its way out of Satou’s throat, his hips stuttering forward. 

“Wait,wait,wait, K-Kusuo-ku- UUHHNNN-! Kusuo! W-wai- I’m gonna-!!” 

Satou’s mouth hung open as he gasped for breath, twitching, eyelids fluttering as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, coming down Saiki's throat. 

“Mmmngg….” 

His body froze up before relaxing. Satou slowly started to come down from his orgasm, his body sagging into the plush couch cushions. He closed his eyes in bliss. Unknowingly, he kept his hands buried into Saiki’s hair, forcing the man’s head to stay put. But Saiki didn't seem to mind, obediently choking on Satou’s cock, breathing in and out deeply. Spit collecting at the edges of his mouth before sliding down his chin. His hands anchoring themselves on Satou’s thighs. He moaned as he gulped Satou’s cum down like it was coffee jelly, the thick and sticky consistency making him shudder as he swallowed. The vibration traveled throughout Satou’s member, his body trembling from overstimulation. 

“Ah! Kusuo-kun, I’m so sorry!” Satou yelped as he hurriedly pushed Saiki’s head back. The man pulled off with a pronounced ‘pop’, multiple strings of spit mixed with cum breaking as he pulled away. Saiki’s green glasses were skewed where they lay atop the bridge of his nose. His cheeks were a deep red, lips pink and smeared with his saliva and Satou’s spend, some lines of spit still connected to Satou’s dick. Hazy and teary violet eyes made their way to Satou’s shocked face. 

Saiki licked his lips.

“Guh- Kusuo-kun? Are… are you okay?” Satou asked worriedly, his fingers hesitantly wiping the tears that slipped from Saiki’s eyes and the spit that was hanging from his lips. Saiki leaned into the touch. 

“I’m alright…. Was it good?” His usually stoic voice was broken and wobbly in its speech, but deep and thick with uncharacteristic lust. 

Satou’s mind slowly started to come back to him, the fog lifting. “Uh, Kusuo-kun…it- it was good, but I-” He stuttered slightly as the fog slowly started to come back, his drunkenness suddenly flowing into his system, like it was being injected into him. Satou blinked rapidly in confusion only for Saiki’s face to come closer, his glasses righted upon his face.

He felt Saiki’s lips brush against his own. Moist lips pressed against Satou’s dry ones in a quick peck before pulling back. Satou stared wide eyed, up at Saiki, not knowing what to do when he saw the look in his eyes. “…Hiroshi-kun…” Saiki whispered, in a dreamy tone to Satou’s ears. But his thoughts were sluggish, and he couldn’t respond, his mouth just opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Touch me, please…” he sounded almost desperate before he kissed Satou deeply, distracting him from further speculation. 

His hands came up, like they had their own mind, and stroked up Saiki’s clothed sides. Saiki gasped against Satou’s lips as his body vibrated in Satou’s lap. Saiki’s tongue licked the seam of his lips, “Under… under my shirt, touch me Hiroshi-kun, hah , please…” his voice carried a begging tone that Satou was unaccustomed to. He tried to pull away but Saiki caught his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Satou gasped softly at the pain, allowing Saiki’s tongue to breach his lips and explore the inside of his mouth. Almost frantically, it rubbed and licked everywhere it could reach: the inside of his cheeks, his teeth, his palette and his tongue. 

Satou whined, tasting himself, as Saiki assaulted and sucked his tongue the most. He closed his eyes in hopes of controlling the noises he was letting out, but it didn't seem to work. The noises only got louder as Saiki continued.

Wandering hands found their way under Saiki’s sweater, without Satou’s instruction, Touching the man’s heated, pale skin. Tanned fingers dug gently into the skin of his sides, feeling the muscles that were built underneath, before settling on his hips. Saiki’s arms wrapped and Satou’s neck, his hands buried in his black hair, tugging the man forward and twisting his head to deepen the kiss. 

Saiki grinded downward, his erection rubbing against Satou’s hardening member. 

The moment seemed to stretch on for hours, Saiki kissing and grinding against him, before he abruptly pulled back, allowing Satou to finally take a deep breath of oxygen. While Satou was panting and recovering, Saiki peppered his cheeks and lips with tiny pecks. “Haa, Hiroshi-kun…” he murmured, making his way down to Satou’s neck, sucking and biting at the tanned skin, leaving small marks. While doing so, his hands traveled down Satou’s body, with a worshipful-like touch, and settled around his now erect cock. Satou’s hips jerked, “Wait! Kusuo-kun, I just- mph!” 

Kissing him again, Saiki’s hands continued to stroke up and down the base while his other hand teased the head. He licked Satou’s lips, “Don't worry, let me take care of you.” His voice was husky but deceptively warm.

Satou whined in frustration and pleasure. 

Saiki cooed, kissing Satou’s lips. “It's alright, Hiroshi…” One of his hands let go of Satou’s penis and undid his jeans, scooting them down his thighs. He then took the wrist of Satou’s right hand, directing it to his mouth. He kissed Satou’s palm before taking three of his fingers: index, middle, and ring finger, all at once. Satou shuddered at the feeling of Saiki’s insanely talented tongue weaving between and around his fingers. Slicking them in his spit. Satou, in a trance, pushed his fingers down on the tongue, feeling the smoothness of it on his fingertips. He jumped when Saiki moaned, “A-Ah! Sorry Kusuo, I…” Saiki shook his head and shhed him, but said nothing more. Taking Satou’s hand, he moved it under his jeans and underwear, placing Satou’s fingers directly over his hole. 

Satou stilled nervously.

“Here…” Saiki said, pushing his ass into Satou’s palm. “Get me ready for you, Hiroshi.” Satou swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself.

“Ung!” Satou squirmed as Saiki tugged his dick again. “Please… Hiroshi-kun…” He begged, nuzzling the man’s neck.  

“O-ok, Okay…” Satou fought the urge to tremble at the feeling of Saiki’s breath on his neck. He rubbed his middle finger over Satou’s asshole, which surprised him at how soft it was. Saiki breathed deeply against Satou’s neck, pushing against Satou’s finger. Hesitantly, Satou pushed his middle finger in, with little resistance, feeling the intense heat of Saiki surrounding his finger. He pushed it deeper, until the whole of his finger was inside. 

“Woah…” Satou flexed his finger inside of Saiki, feeling along the walls of his insides. He felt Saiki tense around his finger, “Uh, Saiki-kun, are you..?” 

“Y-yes, I’m fine… put another one in, Hiroshi…” Saiki huffed. Satou swallowed and prodded Saiki with his index finger before sliding it inside along with the first one. There was little friction as Satou slid his fingers in and out slowly, dragging his fingers along the bumpy walls. He pushed his fingers downwards and Saiki yelped, jerking forward. 

Startled, Satou pulled his fingers back but Saiki followed his hand. “Uhn! N-no, do that again…” He managed quickly, grabbing Satou’s wrist again. Satou’s heart raced in his chest as he pushed his fingers inside again, pushing downward, his nails scraping against something that made Saiki tense up.

“Haa, yes…” He groaned, sloppily kissing Satou’s neck. Thrusting his fingers deeply, Satou scissored his fingers slightly, rubbing that particular spot between his fingers. “Haa! Ohh, Hiroshi, Hiroshi, Hiroshi -ngh!” Saiki fucked himself on his fingers, thighs shaking as pleasure shot through him everytime Satou’s fingers caressed his prostate. Satou’s breath started to grow labored watching as Saiki’s eyes rolled while biting his bottom lip. 

“Uhhn, wait, Hiroshi, I don't wanna…” Saiki’s grip on his wrist tightened. “H-huh?” Satou asked as Saiki pulled his fingers out of him. Saiki stood up and lifted Satou with him. He kneeled on the couch cushions before leaning over the back of the couch. He looked over his shoulder at Satou who seemed to be short circuiting behind him. Saiki arched his back a little more, “I want to cum on your cock, Hiroshi-kun… please?” 

Satou’s eyes landed on Saiki’s slightly gaping asshole and felt his anxiety wash away.

♥ 

“Haa! Oh my- Hiroshi! I love you, I love you, I love-!!! Aaaaghhhhn! Yes, yes, yes!!” 

Saiki threw his head back, drool escaping from his screaming lips. 

Satou had Saiki’s right leg raised up in his hold, as they laid on their sides on the couch, chest to back. His hips thrusting upwards, cum becoming frothy from the friction. 

“Ah! Haaaaa, Kusuo-ku- ugh! I can’t stop, I can’t!” Satou cried, hips pounding desperately into Saiki’s ass. He whined when Saiki reached back and grabbed his head, leading him down into a bruising kiss. His hips stuttered to a stop, grinding deeply into Saiki’s tight heat, purposefully hitting Saiki’s prostate. He felt Saiki quake against him, his thighs trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. When Saiki finally released him from his kiss, he resumed his thrust as best as he could, his dick carving its way through the anal walls that had started to hug him tightly. He slowly picked up speed, moaning as he felt Saiki squeezed him everytime he pulled out until only the tip was left before slamming himself back inside.  

“Haaaah! You’re gonna make me cum again! You’re gonna make me cum, Hiroshi!” Saiki moaned, desperately pumping his cock. 

Suddenly, Satou wrapped his arms around his strong waist and flipped them over, Saiki on top and Satou underneath him. He dug his heels into couch cushions before thrusting upwards, his hips lifting from the couch, nailing Saiki’s bundle of nerves. Saiki’s mouth fell open as white bursts of light swam in his vision. His legs kicked from the sudden sensation. He croaked a strange sound, eyes rolling backwards all the way into his skull, his glasses slipping off of his face and tumbling off the couch somewhere.

Spine arching, Saiki came for the second time of the night, even more powerfully than the first. His cock sputtered against his muscled abdomen, cum splattering against his chest and stomach. Satou continued to fuck him through his orgasm, leaving Saiki overstimulated and screaming. He chased after his own climax before it finally hit him. Groaning deeply, tears of relief slipped from his eyes as his hips lowered to the couch. 

Closing his eyes, Satou buried his face into the crook of Saiki’s neck. He felt the other man twitch every few seconds as they both gasped for oxygen. They stayed like that for a long while before Satou managed to think as straight as a drunk man could.

“Haaa, Kusuo…” Satou murmured, Saiki turned his head to him. His eyelids droopy, cheeks rosy and nose bleeding.

“Kusuo! Oh my goodness, you’re bleeding!” Satou hurriedly sat up, his flaccid dick slipping out as he hurriedly took off his shirt. He pressed the shirt under Saiki’s nose and tilted the man’s head back. With intense concern, he rattled on, “D-did I do it too hard?! Oh my god, are you okay? Did I hurt you?! I’m so sorry! I-” His ranting was stopped by Saiki moving his hand out of the way and kissing him. 

Another soft and quick peck that made all of Satou’s brain functions slow. Saiki kissed him again, on his chin before continuing downwards. Kissing the veins that ran along his neck, licking his clavicle, sucking his nipple, nibbling the skin of his abdomen, and kissing the hairs of his pelvic area, before finally suckling the base of Satou’s cock. Satou’s hand ran through Saiki’s long hair as the man ran his tongue all along his dick, tracing the veins, licking up and cleaning up all the cum that dirtied it. 

Satou groaned, “Kusuo… you are…” his heart skipped in his chest as Saiki looked up at him, that same look in his eyes that he couldn’t name. ‘Amazing…’ he sighed in his mind, but Saiki smiled up at him like he heard him say it anyway.