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He loved the beach.
All of this rigamarole distracted him from the main focus, which was to enjoy his vacation. Even if Suguru yanked him back and almost held him down to get him to wait until the sunscreen dried.
The water was beautiful and calm, refreshing but not too cold. How long had it been since he felt so much sun on his skin? Since he tasted the salt in the air? He wondered about his students, sure, but Suguru was smart enough to pick a weekend. If there was an emergency they would've called him, it was likely everyone had the chance to enjoy their time off.
There was almost no weight on his shoulders. Not even the invisible weight of Infinity was with him and it felt wonderful.
To his chagrin, it seemed like Suguru was right. Without expecting and demanding sex, he could feel free to fuck around with him. Shoving and play-fighting and roughhousing like they were back in high school without a specific endgame in mind, fooling around and actually taking the time to enjoy him and his company.
If he were in a worse mood it might've fed the thorny thing in his chest.
But he wasn't. It was easy to finally turn his brain off for a while, indulge the human side of him that never quite stopped seeking companionship. He loved to pretend it didn't exist--as if he were above basic human needs, as if he wasn't born a social creature like everyone else.
Being around Suguru made him wonder why he even kidded himself about it. It was like his missing half was back, something he didn't realize was making his life harder until suddenly it wasn't. His normal was unlivable for anyone else, and he was starting to find out why.
This was nice. While he forgot it wouldn't last, anyway.
But he would be fine. He could be normal about it. Suguru seemed fine, content to enjoy his company while he had it. He would follow suit, he'd be able to have a good time and leave back to his normal life like anyone else could.
Mostly he found himself bothering Suguru. He wasn't quite over the novelty of having him within arms reach for an extended period of time, and he wouldn't be Gojo Satoru if he didn't push the envelope. In all honesty, it was half the way he enjoyed himself and half getting back at him for all the teasing.
He couldn't help but notice Suguru seemed to soften up too. Even if he had some difficulty reading the room from time to time, he liked to think he knew Suguru. Or at least, how Suguru tended to act towards him nowadays.
With Six Eyes it was kinda unavoidable to see the small details, but processing them was something else entirely. Picking up on more looks sent in his direction, smiles more frequent even among all the exasperation, seeing the stress and worry lift off of him too.
He couldn't help but look at him and see his best friend, and part of him unraveled as he realized he was being looked at in the same way. Part of him he'd locked into a dusty corner and only fed because if it died, it'd kill him too.
Now big and bloated, it started to outgrow its cage.
"Man, I can't believe we spent all day here," Satoru groaned, absolutely soaked from emerging out of the ocean not even a minute ago. "Thought you said there was more to do. Or did you actually count grains of sand?"
"Of course there's more to do," Suguru replied, his voice dry but lacking its usual scathing edge as he observed him from his beach chair. He chucked a towel in Satoru's direction and he caught it without thinking. "We went into town, you know what's there."
"Well, why didn't we go again? It's getting late." His eyes flicked to the sky, not close to being dark but observing the sun had made quite the journey while they were here. It must've been several hours, and since lunch was behind them he was getting hungry again. It wasn't like Suguru to lose track of time, and it was also out of character for the curse user to not take advantage of a new experience.
"Maybe I needed a break more than I thought," he admitted, tilting his head as Satoru scrubbed his face with the rough beach towel. "And maybe I didn't expect you to enjoy yourself so much."
He huffed. "Why wouldn't I?" When he pulled the fabric away he saw Suguru giving him some thoughtful sappy look, a small smile on his face. It made his stomach flip, and when he felt heat rise to his own face he got irritated, scoffing at him. "Why does it matter? This is your vacation, right?"
He shrugged, eyes almost seeming to sparkle. "Maybe seeing you happy makes my vacation better."
Something twisted in his gut from that--from being looked at like he was actually wanted around, like he was desired. Who else on Earth would say that to him? Who else would say they were happy he was happy? He'd done a great job at making sure the amount of people who tolerated him was small, and now he almost didn't know how to react to the way his feelings scratched and clawed at his throat.
It pissed him off more to be at a loss for words, so he handled it the only way he could think of.
"Eww," he stuck his tongue out, making gagging noises. "Suguru's getting sappy and gross. Why don't you shove everything down until it kills you like a normal guy?"
Suguru rolled his eyes and the moment passed, getting back into his comfort zone. "You think either of us have the capacity to be normal? That's ambitious. Beyond that, even--I think it's brave."
"Well, maybe not you," he grinned, his arrogant attitude back in full force. "Goes around running cults, putting well-meaning folks in collars. I could do it, I have a normal job and...uh..." He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to come up with anything else. "Normal clothes."
Suguru blinked. "You did not just call yourself well-meaning."
"I am! I mean so much well, each and every one of my meanings is meant well." He flicked some of the saltwater in Suguru's direction, the rest of his body still soaked. "You bring out the worst in me. You're a bad influence."
He sputtered, glaring in Satoru's direction. "I am, am I?" His eyes were still hardened when he grinned, making him look menacing. "So you'll behave for anyone else except me? Did Jujutsu Tech finally find the great Gojo Satoru's leash?"
"No," he replied immediately, taking a minute to word things better. "I don't have to listen when people tell me things there. You make me listen, it's annoying."
Suguru gave him a bit of a patronizing look. "You sound like a five-year-old."
He made a face and crossed his arms. When he realized it didn't help his case to do that, he uncrossed his arms and fumed for a second before striding over to Suguru's chair and sitting in his lap, wet swimwear and all. "You sound like an idiot."
"Satoru, I was fucking dried off you asshole," he snapped, attempting to shove him into the sand only to get roped into a grappling match. The poor beach chair creaked under their combined weight. "You're acting like a child, get off."
"Suguru said I'm not allowed to get off though, isn't that so mean?" he whined, grinning at the opportunity to knock him down a peg. "He tells me to listen but he's so mean when he tells me what to do, is that fucked up or what?"
The collar zapped against his neck and his back went ramrod straight. It was one of the first times he'd felt it in hours, yanking him out of his false sense of security and reminding him very much about who was in charge. Suguru took advantage of the opening, throwing him back against the sand. The breath rushed from his lungs after the impact and his wrists were held above his head.
"But you listened, didn't you?" His voice was soft, cooing at Satoru as his thumb rubbed at the inside of his wrist. It should've been such a benign touch, he shouldn't be getting so flustered from it. "You listened so well. And you behaved yourself today too, isn't that nice? Weren't you such a good boy?"
The praise was getting to his head, his face heating up as he wriggled underneath him, fighting against the desire to just lay over and give in. He was a little too stubborn for his own good sometimes, but maybe if Suguru was a little more gracious and a little less of a shithead it'd be easier.
Unfortunately, they fit together too well. Why wouldn't Suguru be smug about having the strongest sorcerer at his mercy? And there was part of Satoru that loved it as well, the novelty of having someone even close to his orbit, someone who could command his respect and wield it against him. Suguru was his perfect foil.
Maybe he really did belong under him.
It didn't change his current irritation with how Suguru had him wrapped around his finger.
Although...if the curse user really thought Satoru had behaved himself today, then it could mean...
"Did I meet all your expectations?" he huffed. "Did I make your vacation better?"
Suguru hummed, tilting his head to the side. "I think so. The goal was to slow down, enjoy the world around us a bit more." One hand kept Satoru's wrists pinned, the other moved down to his neck, hooking a finger under the collar and pulling. There was a glint in Suguru's eye. "You didn't make it easy for me, you know."
Satoru grinned, all teeth as he puffed his chest out. "Wow, you're a paragon of willpower, congrats. Thought this was a walk in the park for you, seems you like fucking with me more than you like fucking me."
Suguru returned his grin. "You know better than that, Satoru. If you learned manners then you might also keep up appearances instead of looking like a spoiled brat all the time." He tugged at the front of the collar, making Satoru lift his head and bring their faces closer, enough to feel his breath against his lips as he spoke. "Today was promising. Maybe some things do get through that thick head of yours."
"Hey, give me some credit," he muttered, forcing himself to stay still and not close the gap between them. "I think I did great."
"Well, you were good today, weren't you?"
Satoru raised an eyebrow. "The word I used was great."
Suguru's eyes narrowed. "It's just like you to push your luck." He sat back a bit, enough for Satoru to get a full look at his face as the hand near his neck moved up to card through his hair, still damp from his last swim. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. And I did say if you behaved, I'd make it worth your while."
His heart rate picked up at the implication, eyes widening as a thrill went through him. "You did say that."
Suguru chuckled. "Eager, aren't you? I guess I can't blame you." His breath stuttered when his fist closed in his hair, holding him in place as he leaned down to drag his tongue along his bottom lip. "It's alright, I am too."
When their lips met he gasped, giving Suguru the opportunity to invade his mouth, sliding their tongues together and pressing him bodily into the sand. Heat seared through him, arching his back to have as much contact with him as possible. Suguru let go of his wrists in favor of cradling his neck and he immediately wrapped his arms around him, needing him closer, needing him to occupy every nerve in his body.
He tasted like the sun. Like salt, like sweat, like sunscreen and laughter and everything he could never let go. It was hard to think they'd been denying themselves this but maybe that's why it felt so good. Every touch was electric, every hot breath against his skin feeding his desire. His nails dug into Suguru's shirt, grabbing handfuls of the fabric like he might disappear.
The curse user tried to pull back but Satoru followed. He couldn't give it up now, even with the prickle of pain at his scalp from his hair being pulled back. This was his reward, he wouldn't be satisfied until Suguru's touch was burned into his bones, until he took everything from Suguru and Suguru took everything from him.
The collar shocked him. His muscles tensed and he grunted, otherwise unfazed as he swept his tongue through Suguru's mouth and held him tighter. He wanted his reward, he wanted it, and Suguru said he'd been good. There's no way he'd let it go, there's no way Suguru would be mean enough to take it from him, he'd been good, Suguru said--
Another strong shock made him let out a choked noise, involuntarily jerking away from the kiss and groaning. It only stopped when Suguru had him pinned again, his arm wedged between their bodies to keep him against the ground. Their chests heaved almost in tandem, and when he caught a glimpse of the curses swirling around Suguru's heart he locked onto it.
"Come on, Satoru--" When Suguru cut himself off Satoru's eyes flicked up to his face, tinged pink, lips red and shiny with spit. He could only imagine the similar state he was in, his own face hot and lips tingling, not to mention how his eyes must be bugged out.
"You said," he managed, clearing his throat when his voice came out shakier than he wanted. His fists closed even harder in his shirt. "You said I've been good, I can have it, I want it so bad, please--"
"Wow, you broke easily," Suguru said, more wonder in his voice than anything malicious as the grip on his hair softened, almost petting him now. He wished it didn't work so well to soothe him and would've been more pissed off if his head wasn't filled with cotton. "We have to go get cleaned up. Okay?"
His stomach dropped at the thought of being denied again. Even if he was hungry and his hair was dirty and their skin was sticking together kind of uncomfortably and there was sand everywhere--he was still pissed off, a scowl on his face. "You're such a fucking asshole. Why even do all that if you're gonna leave me high and dry again?"
An amused huff left Suguru. "There he is," he replied dryly, a small smile curling his face. "You deserve a little better than this, don't you think? An actual, proper reward that's not a nasty fuck on the beach."
It made sense. Everything he was saying was totally logical and in Satoru's best interest to agree to. He should nod and go along with it.
But his spoiled self was used to instant gratification, getting what he wanted when he wanted it, and he wanted it now. It was a much bigger fight than it should've been, talking himself out of saying 'fuck it' even if the house was a short walk away.
He made a face and let out a long groan. "Fine. But don't start any more shit you won't finish."
"That's why I stopped us now." The look on Suguru's face sent a shudder up his spine. He was staring at Satoru like he was the last meal he'd ever get. "If we went any further, I don't think I could."
It was the right call, as much as he bemoaned the fact he was made to wait even another second before he could get his hands on Suguru. After eating he felt less like anything between the two of them needed to be Hollow Purple'd out of the way.
Not that the feeling was gone. But it was less, because now...
"There's another shower, Satoru."
He stared at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
"I'm being preventative," Suguru explained, his smile a little patronizing. "I don't want to spend my time fooling around and wasting water. I know I have enough discipline to keep my hands to myself, but you?"
The once-over he gave Satoru made him fume. Not that he was wrong, but he was being an asshole about it, so he had to be an asshole back. "So I get to have an alleged 'reward' but I don't get to shower with you?" he pouted. "That's stupid. I thought you said I was good today."
Suguru rolled his eyes. "Does everything have to be a fight with you?" He let out a long sigh, leveling him with a frank look. "I'm getting impatient too, you know. If you do anything besides clean yourself off, you'll regret it."
Satoru huffed out a laugh, waving his hands in front of him. "Ooo, scary. I'm shaking. So scared."
Contrary to what Suguru seemed to think, he was able to behave himself. Moderately, anyway. The curse user did seem to be losing some of his patience, letting a few of Satoru’s antics slide in favor of getting closer to him. He did get a minor shock once or twice from the collar, but Suguru was naked and right next to him. Was he not supposed to push his luck?
"Dry yourself off. Sit on the bed, and don't move until I tell you to."
That's what he said, so he did. Had he known Suguru was gonna take his sweet time drying his hair, he might've done a better job himself instead of frantically wiping off with the towel and sitting down as soon as he could. Hearing the hairdryer turn on made him groan, his own damp hair sticking to his head and making him a little cold. Annoying.
After being so close to him again he was already half-hard, shifting his weight on the bed as the drone of hot air filled the room next door. Suguru probably couldn't hear anything over it. He wouldn't know if he touched himself a little, wouldn't hear it, wouldn't see it.
His mind disagreed, a small instinctual prod reminding him that Suguru said don't move, and if he jerked himself off he'd be moving. He scowled, his fists digging into the mattress.
It was time for his reward. Right? And Suguru was still telling him what to do, even though he'd been good all day. Better than good in his opinion, he was exemplary. He'd lost track of how many times he wanted to bug Suguru and decided against it because it'd earn him a shock. That was worth several rewards in and of itself.
His mind did wander. There wasn't much else to do while he waited, really, except wonder what Suguru had in mind.
A thrill went through his stomach when he realized he'd finally, finally get what he came here for. He'd been pent up even before he got the invite, debating which day would be the best to make another surprise visit. Every time he'd imagine Suguru on him, inside him, holding him down, he went a little more insane.
It was routine for them. They'd hook up, not speak a single word in the meantime, and then one of them would crack and do it all again. So, when his routine was disrupted by some absurd power trip mind game, he got a little pissed off. Not that Suguru didn't power trip normally, but this was...something else.
And he had to admit, the idea of a reward was enticing. Behaving for it was a difficult thing to get through his head, but now he finally made it and it was hard to contain his excitement.
He wanted Suguru to ruin him. Make it worth his fucking while for how much smack he talked, dragging him around on a leash like a dog. He'd make him work to please him, maybe shove him down to ride him, tease the absolute shit out of the curse user and give him a taste of his own medicine.
He fidgeted at the thought, his cock filling out a little more at the image as he bit his lip. Yeah, he'd make him treat him like a king. He wanted to see his face flushed, eyebrows drawing together as he tried to control himself and not take over Satoru's abysmal pace. Hips jerking up into him anyway, making them both gasp.
Wrapping his arms around Satoru and snarling, reaming him out for being such a bitchy brat when this is what he wanted all along, keeping him in place so he could only take it as he starts a brutal pace, squirming in his hold because it'd feel so good--
Well. Maybe--maybe not all that, he still wanted to get back at Suguru. Show him who's the boss, even if he's the one in the collar. Give him a taste of his own medicine.
The hairdryer clicked off and derailed his thoughts as he sat up straight in the now silent room, eyes trained on the door and the cursed energy behind it. When Suguru emerged his hair flowed down his back, pitch-black and soft looking. A smile curled the curse user's lips when they locked eyes. "Well, well. You followed directions?"
"Don't act surprised," he muttered, crossing his arms and staring defiantly at him. "You're an asshole for making me wait even longer."
"Oh no, heaven forbid I make Gojo Satoru wait for anything," he replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he stepped towards him. He didn't bother putting any of his clothes back on and Satoru had to keep his eyes on his face to not get distracted. "You did such a good job waiting for me. Such a good boy."
His face flushed. Suguru's voice had a way of worming under his skin, squirming in his veins and sweeping all his coherent thoughts to the side. Especially like this, when he was so close to getting what he wanted. He had to stay cognizant, what use would it be to not get his revenge?
He sniffed as Suguru stood in front of him. "If you think I'm so good, where's my reward?"
A chuckle escaped the curse user. "My apologies. I think we've both been waiting long enough." He kneeled on the ground between Satoru's legs, placing a hand on either of his thighs. "Don't you think?"
His breath stuttered, heat flashing through him like a live wire. It was an overwhelmingly lewd image, Suguru on his knees for him, eyes glinting as his thumbs rubbed circles into his thighs. His hardening dick was centimeters away from the curse user's face, and he could feel it twitch just from the proximity.
Eyes on the prize. His hands went back to gripping at the mattress as he gave him a glare. "It's my reward, isn't it? I think you should be making this as good as possible for me."
"Of course." Suguru's voice was low, sweet like honey, and like all sweet things he was hopelessly addicted to it. He had to remember to breathe with the way all of his thoughts were melting into desire. "Only the best for my Satoru. Did you want something else?"
My Satoru. He felt giddy, almost dizzy from the throwaway line, forgetting to reply until he saw Suguru's smile spread across his face. Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing to him, what a bastard. "This is...this is fine to start. Just make it good."
"I will." Somehow he felt like the tables were turning, but he couldn't figure out how to get things back in his favor. With Suguru looking up at him like this, he wasn't even sure he wanted to get the upper hand back. "When have I ever done anything less? It's your reward, I'd love to finally spoil you like you deserve."
He did deserve it. This entire time they could've been fucking, he'd played along with this stupid charade and now it was time to cash in. He sat up straighter, puffing his chest out. "Then what's the hold up?"
"Right, sorry." Suguru's hand wrapped around the base of his cock and Satoru twitched, holding back a noise as his tongue dragged all the way up. The heat, the touch, the way Suguru looked at him had his breath catching in his throat, fully hard in no time.
"Fuck," he sighed, unable to take his eyes off the sight of Suguru wrapping his lips around the head of his dick. He could feel the way he licked at it, warm and wet as he moved his head down, sucking hard enough to make his cock jump.
Suguru was good at giving head. It made sense for him to have a minimal gag reflex if eating curses was as awful as he claimed, it'd do him no good if he couldn't keep them down. But being on the receiving end of that skill caught him off guard every single time.
In his opinion, it wasn't quite fair. Whenever he blew Suguru it seemed more submissive, letting his mind go blank while Suguru told him just how good he was doing. Their positions were reversed now, so surely he should be the one in charge, guiding Suguru since he had the advantage.
It was never the case. Suguru remained sharp, shrewd, always knowing exactly how to take him apart and doing it with ease. Too much ease, in his opinion. He couldn't help it as he took in more of his length, thoughts scattering into thin air from the heat and slick glide around his cock.
The hand around the base of his dick returned to his thigh, fingertips digging in as Suguru reached the bottom. Satoru could feel the plush back of his throat, his face feeling hot and surely bright red as his breaths came out in short puffs.
His brain would start leaking out of his ears at any moment. He should be better equipped to handle this, he wanted to gather his thoughts and say something smart, maybe be a little mean and shove himself further down Suguru's throat. Instead his breath stuttered on an exhale, thighs trembling as the curse user's eyes flicked up to meet his again.
He felt him tighten, dick twitching in his throat as he swallowed around him. It had him gasping, heat flashing in his gut as he grabbed Suguru's hair, finally finding his voice. "Do that again--shit, do it again."
If he were a little more cognizant he might've been irritated at Suguru's amused huff, at the muffled noise in the back of his throat. The vibration went straight to his cock and he let out a moan, hips stuttering forward. When he felt that same constricting tightness again he bit his lip, trying to keep himself from grabbing too hard onto Suguru's hair.
The curse user pulled back, replacing his mouth with his hand and pumping his dick a few times. Satoru was barely present enough to mourn the loss, looking at his spit-slick lips with hazy eyes, feeling debauched already even though they hardly started.
"Do you want to fuck my throat, Satoru?" Suguru looked smug as all hell for someone who had just been sucking cock, like he knew he was winning. It was annoying.
"Yeah," he breathed, clearing his throat to sound a little more put-together. "I mean, if it'll shut you up."
He grinned. "Of course. You look so good like this, you know."
Heat raced through him again, making him wrinkle his nose as he shifted. "Shouldn't you be getting your mouth back on my dick?"
"Impatient," he mumbled, looking nonplussed otherwise. He licked a long stripe up his cock, taking him back into his mouth and bottoming out in one swift motion.
"Fuck--fuck," Satoru gasped, rocking his hips into the movement without even thinking. He took a minute to gather himself, managing a few aborted thrusts into the tight heat as he tried to even out his breathing.
Suguru's eyes were locked onto him and a shudder crawled up his spine. He tentatively started moving, planting his feet on the ground to be able to roll his hips, holding Suguru still with the grip on his hair.
A shaky sigh left him. It felt good, it felt really good, and Suguru was far from passive. He could feel when he hollowed out his cheeks to make it tighter, working his tongue along his shaft, grunting and moaning every now and then. Warmth built in his core from every slick slide, pausing when he bottomed out just to extend the feeling of Suguru's throat wrapped around him.
"It's good," he groaned, thoughts full of nothing but chasing that pleasure, every lewd noise and suck making his gut twitch. "Fuck, Suguru, it's really good."
He got a grunt of acknowledgment from the curse user, making him thrust in just a little harder. Small noises kept escaping his lips, unable to stay quiet as pleasure coiled in his stomach, each buck of his hips accompanied by a moan.
It was embarrassing to be so desperate, losing sight of his original intent to make Suguru work to please him. Instead he was doing the work almost entirely, but he'd rather die than stop. The proximity to Suguru wound him up faster than any amount of time between their visits, the association of his cursed energy enough to drive him insane when he hadn't been allowed to jerk off.
A full whine escaped him, opening eyes he must've closed at some point to see Suguru staring back. His face was flushed, one of his hands removed from Satoru's thigh and disappearing between his legs, likely jerking himself off. He shuddered, heat flashing through him at the realization of how affected it made him.
A bizarre possessiveness twisted in his gut, irked that Suguru wasn't getting pleasured by him directly. Suddenly the previous night made a little more sense now that he was on the other end of it--why the hell would Suguru settle for less when Satoru was right there? It was almost insulting. Didn't he claim to be just as eager as him to get to it? Yet here he was, jerking himself off instead of fucking him.
"Don't jerk off," he murmured, Six Eyes observing the way the curse user stalled and observed him right back. "Don't--why would you? I want you to fuck me, don't you want to fuck me? Am I not good enough?"
The words fell from his lips before he could process what he said, but from the way Suguru's eyes flashed it must've struck something in him. His hand moved up to grab back onto Satoru's thigh, pinning him onto the mattress as he pulled off his dick. The look on his face was a little wild, eyeing him like a piece of meat.
"Is that what you want, Satoru?" he asked, his voice somewhat husky, making Satoru shiver. "Tell me what you want."
"You should be fucking me," he breathed, running his fingers through his long, silky hair. His cock was painfully hard but he couldn't draw his attention away from Suguru, almost looking through him rather than at him. "You've been driving me fucking insane this entire time, and you--you'd really rather jerk off? I don't get it."
Suguru's face was unreadable. "You don't get it."
It was a statement, not a question. Satoru tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows. "Yeah. I don't get it. That's what I just said."
"This is your reward, Satoru," he reiterated, standing so he towered over him. There was something dangerous lurking within his eyes, steeped in his voice as he hooked a finger under the collar. "Since you so graciously went along with everything, I figured I'd spoil you. What I didn't factor in was the toll it'd take on me."
Satoru huffed, trying to appear unaffected even if his heart stuttered from the sudden shift in mood, excitement stirring under his skin. "What toll? This was your idea. You could've fucked me right when I walked in the door, I thought this was what you wanted."
"I wanted at least one day where I didn't have to worry about you nagging me to get you off, and I got it." His finger slid along the collar to the front, tugging Satoru forwards and putting pressure on his neck. "So we'll do what you want as a reward."
He was intrigued, and he wouldn't be Gojo Satoru if he didn't push his luck. "Aw, was it hard on Suguru too?" he cooed, a grin curling his lips when the curse user remained unimpressed. "Did you regret it when you realized you couldn't fuck me all day? Were my charm and good looks too much for you?"
He got a deadpan look in return. "I wasn't the one who tried to jerk off as soon as I got a second alone."
His eye twitched at the slight, mostly because it wasn't untrue, but he was on a mission to get on his nerves now. "Must be so hard to let me decide, since you're so pent up," he drawled, tilting a little further away. "What if I call it off? What if I wanna blue ball you for once?"
Suguru raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. "If you genuinely want to stop, you know what to say. It wouldn't be much of a reward though, would it?"
He huffed. "Well you're here jerking off like you've got nothing better to do. Maybe I don't want whatever stupid reward you have in mind."
Suguru's eyes hardened, his grip on the collar tightening. "I don't know why you insist on being such a brat when I've said you can have what you want." He seemed to realize something, his features smoothing out, and to Satoru that was scarier than when he was getting fed up. "It's almost like you want me to keep putting you in your place. Like you want me to take what I want from you."
A molten flash of heat went through him, enough to make him squirm in place and blush all the way to his ears. Fleeting thoughts of being held down, made helpless and immobile, reduced to nothing but an object for Suguru to use without any regard for himself--it was hot. It was something he kept coming back to after their last encounter, the way Suguru just kept going even while he was overstimulated and incoherent, disregarding his complaints as he became sensitive enough for the pleasure to be too much...the thought was enough to make him dizzy every time.
But Suguru was starting to look smug again and it annoyed him. He craned his neck away, hands planted on the mattress as he scowled. "I never said that, I never said any of that. Why the hell would I let you do what you want when you're supposed to reward me? It sounds stupid."
"Does it?" Suguru asked, pulling the collar to put Satoru right back where he was. "Maybe on the surface. But if that's what you really wanted, it would make perfect sense."
He almost didn't want it to make sense. His reward should be total control, yanking Suguru around like he yanked him by his stupid collar even now. That's what he should want, the role of calling the shots, of putting the curse user through a fraction of the teasing he had to withstand. What kind of reward would it be if he gave control to Suguru?
Well. It was still a reward, wasn't it? Those images of Suguru overpowering him, discarding his complaints, giving it to him over and over and over until he was begging incoherently, his lack of higher brain function obliterating his ability to articulate whether he wanted him to stop or keep going--it was heady. He wanted it, and getting what he wanted would be a reward, even if it didn't look the way he thought it would.
Yet in this moment he found himself wanting the self-satisfied look off of Suguru's face, his stubbornness remaining from earlier as he pushed at his chest without any real force. "Don't act like you found the answer. You're just guessing and you know it, my reward should be about me but I'm hearing a lot about you."
"It's adorable that you're putting up such a fight," he cooed, running his free hand through Satoru's hair. "Let's say I humored you. What would that look like?"
"Huh?" Visions of Suguru forcing his will on him were shoved to the side as he was brought back to the moment, trying to come up with a decent response. "I'd...I'd give all that teasing back to you, for starters."
"Yeah?" Suguru leaned in, lips brushing against his ear and making him shudder. "Tell me what you'd do to me."
What would he do? It's not like he had some start-to-finish plan, he hardly ever did. His normal process was figuring out what he wanted, then getting it. With how powerful he was it hardly ever backfired enough for him to care. A shudder went through him as Suguru planted a kiss under his jaw, teeth worrying a mark into his skin above the collar, heat stirring in his gut.
"You wouldn't be allowed to touch," he began, biting back a noise when Suguru's hand landed on his cock, his hips twitching into the contact as he stroked him. "Fuck--"
"That's a shame." Suguru ignored the way he started wriggling under him, carrying on the conversation as if he wasn't actively distracting him. "I know you love having my hands all over you. What else?"
"I'd make you lay back," he continued, trying to piece back together the fantasy he'd constructed earlier. "You'd watch me finger myself, 'cause you're not allowed to touch."
Suguru hummed. "Didn't you say you liked it better when I did it?"
He did. Of course sex with someone else felt better than masturbating, but Suguru knew him, knew exactly how to make him feel good. He'd cum multiple times just from having his ass played with until he was begging to be fucked, something he never did on his own.
"Well, you're not allowed to touch, so I have to do it myself," he muttered, biting his bottom lip when he felt Suguru slide their dicks together, jerking them off in tandem. The heated friction was making him lose his mind, his breath quickening as he looped his arms around Suguru's shoulders.
"Would you put on a show for me?" Teeth grazed his ear and he swallowed a moan, Suguru's tongue brushing along the shell. "I bet you'd look so pretty."
"Of course I would, I always do." He groaned when Suguru tightened his grip, digging his fingertips into his shoulders as warmth started coiling in his gut.
"What if I reached over," he began, his other hand brushing along his thigh and making his muscles jump under his skin. His thumb teased at Satoru's rim and it made him gasp, legs jerking from the touch. "What if I tried to help you? Slip my own finger inside to stretch you a little more..."
"You're not allowed," Satoru gritted out, shifting uselessly as he tried to get away from him even though his body kept betraying him, hips canting into Suguru's grip. "I just said you're not allowed, so you wouldn't."
"Would you stop me?" When he was about to answer Suguru's hand tightened around them, his thumb rubbing circles right next to his hole and he almost choked on his words. "Would you, Satoru? You'd be so hot and tight inside, I don't think I could help myself..."
"I--does it matter?" he sputtered, leering at his stupid smug face. "Since we're doing what you want right now, it doesn't matter what the hell I dream up."
"Aw, don't be like that," Suguru said, having the audacity to pout at him. "I haven't been able to spoil you properly all this time. Isn't this what you had in mind?"
Yes and no. Did he want to get off? Yes. Did he want Suguru lording it over him that this whole time Satoru wanted his reward to be getting pinned down and fucked within an inch of his life? Not really.
"It's my reward," he grumbled.
His eyes widened when Suguru leaned into his space, almost chest-to-chest, their lips brushing as he spoke. "But it's my vacation."
Satoru's stomach flipped at the familiar words. The intention was clear: Suguru would take what he wanted, and planned on doing so from the start. A spark of pleasure raced down his spine knowing no matter what he asked, the curse user would've imposed his will anyway.
He couldn't not throw a fit about it though, try and goad him into snapping harder just to prove he could.
"You're an asshole," he began, curling his lip and leaning away only for Suguru to follow until his back was pressed against the sheets. "What the fuck was the point of all that if you're just gonna pull the 'it's my vacation' bullshit?"
"Because it's really hot," Suguru groaned, planting his hand on Satoru's chest to hold him down as he ground their hips together. "Fuck, you have no idea how hard it was to hold back all day. When you were on the ground begging for my forgiveness I almost threw it out the window, I wanted to devour you. Gojo Satoru on his knees in front of me, following every word I say, shit...I wanted to shove my dick down your throat so bad, wanted to see you cry."
The words only added fuel to the fire, but it was bigger than that. He could see some of the cracks in Suguru's demeanor now, the way his grin was all teeth, how his breath hitched with the hot slide of their cocks, his eyes having that crazed look similar to their fight from earlier. A gasp escaped him when teeth dug into the side of his neck, his back arching from the surprise of dull pain.
"Walking around in this stupid collar," he continued, his lips and tongue working against his skin as if he couldn't bear to be separated. "Reminding me every damn time I looked at you that you're mine, that you're letting yourself be mine. Every time I shocked you and you listened or even hesitated I got so horny I could barely think."
Satoru's breath hitched as Suguru picked up the pace. Feeling his breath against his skin, his body heat pressing so close, the slide of his hand around his dick--it was overwhelming, obliterating any coherent thoughts as he wrapped his legs around Suguru's hips. The coil in his gut tightened, jerking his hips faster to chase his pleasure, fingertips digging harder into Suguru's shoulders. "A-ah, Suguru--"
"Did you really think I'd let you pretend to be in charge? That I'd let you push me around since you think you know exactly what you want?" He felt him chuckle against his neck. "You offered yourself up on a silver platter, Satoru. I'll take as much as I want and that'll be your reward, you'll beg me to keep taking because it's exactly what you wanted."
In the moment he felt totally transparent. He thought he'd done a good job of putting up a front, of trying to get his way and having Suguru follow his orders for once. To anyone else it'd appear that way, but the curse user was hardly anyone else. Suguru had been pushing the both of them with this idea, knowing from the start Satoru would fall into the special trap set for him without any guidance, ready and willing to step into the jaws of the beast.
They fit together a little too well if he stopped to think about it. Even after everything.
He bit at his lip, hips tilting up and breathing short and choppy as his abdomen tensed. The edge was so close, Suguru's pace becoming relentless, hot pleasure from both his hand and his cock pressed so close racing up his spine. He was ready to discard his shame at this point, desperate and needy as he whined. "More, please, more, I'm close, I want it--"
"Oh? You want it?" Suguru gritted out, moving his hand from Satoru's chest to his hair, grabbing and forcing him to make eye contact. A thrill went through him at the mean grin cutting across the curse user's face, his flushed cheeks likely mirroring his own. "All of that bitching and moaning, and now you want it? Too much of a slut to stick to your guns, you need to get off no matter what don't you?"
A reedy moan left his lips, another jolt pushing him that much closer. The degradation made his head foggy, going hand-in-hand with the idea of being used by Suguru. He didn't care one way or another if this would be held over his head, he wanted to cum so bad and his world was narrowing down to the desire to get there.
"Yeah," he croaked, hips pumping up as his thighs twitched. "Yeah, please, want it, need it, Suguru please..."
"Fuck, Satoru." He could feel his pace stuttering, noting briefly how he tilted his hips away so it was just his hand on Satoru's cock, watching him bite at his bottom lip. "Spoiled, stupid whore. You learned to ask for what you really wanted, so I'll let you have it. For being a good boy."
That's all he wanted. A nod from Suguru, from someone who he had some iota of respect for. A hard-won acknowledgment he could squirrel away to sate his foggy, delirious mind.
And maybe he wouldn't stop with just Suguru's attention on him--he wanted to be good enough to be held even closer, closer than the air in his lungs, than the blood in his veins. He was woefully greedy, the praise feeding the manic grin across his face and pulling a stuttering gasp from his lips.
But this was a wonderful start anyway, despite the fact that it only sparked his hunger.
It crashed over him like a rogue wave, hardly registering Suguru's lips on his, the way he kissed him in such a desperate rush it felt as if he were trying to pull the air from his chest. He was overwhelmed in the best way, his head swimming with every shock of pleasure as his hips bucked and jerked in time with his dick spurting onto his stomach.
He could drown in it, he was certain. His thoughts were reduced to nothing but the most basic instincts to cling to Suguru, every other idea sliding away. He panted and moaned into the kiss, too unfocused to do anything more than let the curse user invade and claim his mouth. It was like his mind detached from all of the unnecessary shit and he was free to float with no worries.
The pleasure ebbed but Suguru continued to jerk him off, sensitivity shocking him back into the moment. He twitched and gave a sharp breath, grunting as he parted from their kiss and squirmed on the bed, his voice coming out a bit choked. "Suguru I--I came, hold on, it's too much--"
"Too much?" Suguru hummed. He could barely see the shit-eating smirk on his face, his own eyes narrowed as he tried to twist away from the contact that was quickly edging on pain. "You can take it for me, can't you? Don't you want to be a good boy?"
A million thoughts stopped short in his head, his brain fried from trying to cope with the overstimulation, muscles jerking against his will. Of course he could take it, but this was supposed to be about Satoru's pleasure, and this wasn't very pleasing. Suguru wasn't even trying to cum, this was all for some sick kicks. He shouldn't have to put up with it.
But his words were jammed in his throat, his head tilted back as his thighs shook and his jaw tensed to hold back a pathetic noise. He could bear it when Suguru left his dick alone and fucked him, but he wasn't letting up this time, the feeling closer to getting shocked by the collar than the sparks of heat from earlier. Another full-body shudder wracked him and he decided to swallow his pride to fix it.
"Did you..." Suguru's hand finally stilled as Satoru let out a long exhale, the painful sensitivity washing away. "Did you really just use RCT to heal your dick?"
"Uhh..." He gave himself a moment to let his breathing even out, still a little dazed. When he got a glimpse at Suguru's intrigued face he snorted. "What were my options? You wouldn't knock it off."
"Maybe I wanted to hear you ask again," he said with a pout. His hand tightened and Satoru's hips jumped at the zip of pleasure. "But if you're so eager to get back to it, I won't complain."
"You--" Satoru huffed, grabbing onto Suguru's wrist. "You can't just keep jerking me off, c'mon."
"Oh? I can't?" Suguru tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing. It made him uneasy. "Why not? Is there something else you wanted?"
He gritted his teeth. "What about you? You didn't cum yet."
"I didn't, no," he replied. He felt the hand in his hair start scratching at his scalp and it sent a pleasant shiver through him way too easily for how menacing Suguru looked. "I was waiting until I could get to fuck you properly. This might sound strange, but some of us have self-control."
Satoru gave him an abashed look. "I have self-control! You literally spent all day testing my patience, I have so much self-control. I could push you around and take exactly what I wanted if I had no self-control."
"Exactly what you wanted, hmm? That's interesting." The hand in his hair moved down to cup his face, Suguru's thumb swiping at his cheekbone. "Normally you want me to be an active participant. I don't remember using me ever having that much appeal to you."
Of course Suguru remembered the offhanded preferences he'd mentioned. It was gratifying in theory--being the one to call the shots and make the curse user the one on the other end. But this...having everything held out of reach and drip-fed to him felt too good, too satisfying to not come back for more.
"And you want to fuck me," he countered. "Bad enough to cut yourself off. So why don't you?"
Suguru sighed. "You're so much prettier when you're not bitching." Before Satoru could get a retort in, Suguru moved his hand to his ass, drawing a gasp from Satoru as he dug his fingers in and spread his legs open. "But you're right, I do want to fuck you. And why keep denying myself that?"
A grin crossed Satoru's face at the promise of finally getting to it. His grip loosened a marginal amount on Suguru's wrist and the curse user seized the opening, grabbing and manhandling him further onto the mattress. A thrill went through him from the rough treatment. Who else could do this so easily? Who else would he allow to do this?
His head hit the pillows and his back hit the bed as Suguru climbed on with him. He tried to sit up but the collar zapped him, the unexpected shock making him gasp as a hand was planted on his chest and forced him back down.
"You're going to stay still," Suguru warned, the inky black leash in his free hand tugging at the leather. The wild look in his eyes turned Satoru on so much he felt his dick filling out already, a matching grin on the curse user's face. "Do you think you can manage that?"
He scoffed, noting how the hand on his chest was removed but the leash remained, hearing Suguru dig around in the end table. "What if I can't?"
The look he received in return was mildly patronizing. "Wow, I dunno Satoru, what if you can't?" he drawled, settling between his thighs and raising an eyebrow. "I would've thought such a simple, braindead thing would be easy for you. I expected you to be smart enough to follow basic instructions, maybe that's on me..."
His lips turned down into an irritated scowl. "I'm plenty smart enough, thanks. It's not rocket science."
A smile curled Suguru's lips. "Ah, of course. So we won't have to worry about you disobeying on purpose? You understand what I want from you?"
His face heated up, caught between the insult to his intelligence and the desire to get on Suguru's nerves. "Fucking asshole."
"A bit crude, but you're not wrong." Suguru ran his fingertips along the inside of Satoru's thighs and it made him shudder, seeing the thread of cursed energy still attached to his hand even if he didn't hold it like a real leash. "It's okay, I know you'll be such a good boy for me, won't you?"
He wanted to say no. Put up some fight, stand up for a shred of his dignity--anything, the words getting jammed in his throat from the way Suguru looked up at him like he was starving.
Or...maybe he didn't want to say no. Maybe that's why the words wouldn't come out, stopped by the urge to get absolutely ruined as fast as possible. It felt as if he was fighting himself, wrestling with both his pride and his desire at the same time, wanting to make Suguru work for it but needing the satisfaction now.
"I--" he floundered, realizing they wouldn't move on until he answered, having to tear his eyes away from Suguru's beautiful face and hypnotizing cursed energy. "Maybe I will."
He heard him chuckle. "Well, thanks for your honesty." The pop of the cap of lube drew his attention back, sucking in a breath when he felt the cold and slick press of a finger at his entrance. "If it's beyond you, that's fine too. I won't be mad if it's too difficult to get those thoughts through your head."
"You--you're awful--"
"Can you relax for me, Satoru? Come on, you know how this goes," he cooed, his soft tone wriggling through his other conflicted thoughts. It wasn't just the way he said it but the words he used, the stupid reverse psychology working far too well when Satoru could see right past it. It was condescending, demeaning, and he should be pissed he was being talked down to.
Instead he exhaled slowly, abdomen twitching as Suguru's finger slid inside, a moan coaxed from his lips.
"Good boy."
A shiver went up his spine, trying to cook up a retort until he felt teeth dig into his thigh and his thoughts went up in smoke. The attention to his sensitive inner thighs combined with the feeling of satisfying the stupid urge to finger himself that kept him from getting off last night made him melt against the sheets. Another finger slipped in beside the first and he had to bite back a gasp when they pressed against his prostate, clapping a hand over his mouth.
He felt a small jolt against his neck and it made him startle, looking down at Suguru to see his eyes already locked onto him.
"Aren't you feeling good, Satoru?" he drawled, a smile curling his lips. "Don't hold back, I want to hear it."
Heat crawled up his face. Of course he didn't have much shame in his life, but it was a bit embarrassing to hear himself like that, his voice pitchy and breathy like he was in a bad porno. He twitched while Suguru continued to suck marks onto his skin, his cock twitching as pleasure sparked through his core with the curse user's fingertips rubbing into his sweet spot.
His head was fogging again, hands digging into the sheets and hips tilting down to chase after every sensation. He wasn't moaning like a whore but he did let small noises escape his lips, mindful of the fact the leash was still visible as he basically rode Suguru's fingers. His legs trembled when he inserted another, grunting at the stretch.
"Isn't this better?"
"Mmh?" Suguru's words took a moment to reach him, realizing he was expected to respond. He blinked, trying to even out his breathing so his voice wouldn't sound weird. "Better than what?"
Suguru pressed hard into his prostate and Satoru tensed, gasping as he continued massaging at it without mercy, sparks shooting behind his eyes. "Better than whatever you had in mind, right? I can't help spoiling you, I want you begging me to stop because it feels too good."
"Fuck," he hissed, wriggling on the sheets and arching his back from the pleasure writhing under his skin. He'd hate to admit it in any other moment, but Suguru really did know what he wanted. Getting his petty revenge to salvage his pride seemed far less important when his dick was throbbing and leaking even if Suguru was ignoring it.
The collar shocked him and he almost choked on his own spit, a hand flying up to his neck on instinct. "Satoru," Suguru sighed, holding his hips down with his free hand, his thumb rubbing circles right above his cock and making him twitch. "What did I say?"
You're going to stay still. That's what he said, and it was easy enough to recall. But it wasn't fair. How the hell was he expected to just sit passively while Suguru gave it his best effort to make his brain melt?
He settled back against the bed, getting his breathing under control. "You said you wanted to spoil me," he replied, a grin curling his lips. "And that I was being good."
Suguru huffed. "I guess I did say that," he muttered. "But I also said you should stay still, and you're practically fucking yourself."
"You're making it hard to not move," he shot back, moving his hips and grunting when Suguru's fingers slid a little deeper.
"Well, how do we solve this?" Suguru's eyes were trained on Satoru as he rolled his hips again, biting at his bottom lip when he brushed against where he wanted them most. "Is this what you want?"
"No." His response was immediate, a whine escaping him as his own efforts didn't even come close to Suguru's.
"If you want something else, you'll need to behave." He shoved his fingers inside to drive his point home and Satoru moaned, tensing at the heat spreading through his veins. He couldn't help rocking back and forth even as Suguru's hold on his hips tightened, his mind cleared of anything besides more.
"I can't," he admitted, his eyes locked onto Suguru's arm, feeling his fingertips press into his prostate again as sparks flashed through him. "Need it, want it, feels good, Suguru please..."
Another jolt around his neck combined with Suguru withdrawing his fingers had him keening like a kicked dog, shooting him a baleful look which probably didn't have much effect. The edge had been in sight and now it was gone, frustration welling up as he clenched around nothing.
"Don't worry, it's alright," Suguru said, sitting up and tugging lightly at the leash until Satoru got the message to sit up too. "We can fix that."
He blinked. "Yeah?"
"Sure." He felt a tug on the leash again, drawing his full attention. "Get on your hands and knees."
Mild confusion tinted his hazy mind, obeying anyway and settling into the position. He wondered briefly what Suguru had in mind--the idea of tying him up seemed most plausible but he wouldn't have asked to do it like this. It wasn't his favorite position either, even if he could still sense his cursed energy he preferred the only thing his Six Eyes perceived to be Suguru and not the individual threads of their sheets.
He heard him shift, the mattress dipping as he settled behind him. The pop of the cap on the lube bottle piqued his interest, shuddering in anticipation at the slick noise of what he presumed to be Suguru lubing up his dick.
"So pretty," he heard him murmur behind him, a hand grabbing at Satoru's ass. It made him tense up, feeling his thumb slide against his rim, spreading him open. "I let you get away with so much, don't I? But I would like you to stay still, so I'll help you out."
Suguru withdrew again, and right before Satoru could turn to see what he was up to there was weight on his neck, shoving him so his arms gave out and his face was pressed into the sheets. He scrambled to try and right himself, grabbing at the bed and pushing against him. "Hey--"
"Settle down." Suddenly Suguru's voice was in his ear, his body draped over him and using his weight to keep his top half pinned down. Feeling the hot solid wall of muscle behind him, his breath on his skin, and a small shock from the collar pulled his brain in too many directions.
The weight on him increased and it took more effort to fight against it. Not that he was incapable--he could still send Suguru flying with his raw strength alone--but the will to do so started leaching from his body. It was almost a comfort, something stable to keep him grounded as he stilled under him.
"Good boy." The praise raced up his spine, wiping away any remaining indignation as he let out a muffled groan into the pillow. "You're gonna keep still for me, okay?"
He nodded, relaxing a little further. His eyes widened when he felt Suguru's dick against his entrance, the weight on top of him moving as he shifted to line himself up. The blunt press of the head stretched him further than his fingers and it made his breath hitch, trying to lift his hips even if he was practically immobilized.
"Eager," Suguru remarked with a chuckle, the hand around Satoru's neck giving him a light squeeze. "Gonna make it good for me? You always do, don't you?"
He managed a grunt, muffled by the pillows. Another louder noise was punched out of him when Suguru's cock pressed past his rim, tilting his head to be able to gasp for air.
"You're so tight," Suguru gritted out. Satoru felt his fingers twitch against his neck, likely a reflex making his hold tight enough for him to shiver, the threat making it impossible for him to hold still.
"Don't run away now," he huffed, the hand on his neck moving down to his shoulders, keeping him still. "It's nothing you haven't done already. As if your body could forget me."
Understatement of the century, for sure. Suguru haunted his dreams even when they weren't in the same room. He could sniff out his residuals in a room with hundreds--no, thousands of curse users. The shape of his cursed energy, the shape of his soul was permanently seared into every single one of his neurons. It was pervasive, obsessive, he was a starving dog digging through the trash to feed a parasite that in turn fed on him.
In any case, his body was practically trained to respond. He felt some invisible pull towards Suguru, as if he were a curse ready and willing to be absorbed by his technique. Consumed in every sense--mind, body, and soul held tightly in that spiral. Feeling his skin on his own with his cursed energy so close, smelling his fragrant conditioner, tasting the same air, hearing the call of his voice...
He wished he could see it. But this was enough to cloud his mind, to banish every coherent thought besides getting closer and getting off.
"Fuck, you're perfect." A zip of heat went up his spine, feeling Suguru sink deeper, his arm wrapping around Satoru's hips to further immobilize him. "Built for me to fuck. Isn't it nice? Doesn't this feel right?"
Distantly he realized Suguru was poking fun at him for even trying to take charge. The idea didn't stick, overpowered by the way heat spread through his face out to his ears. He was right, nothing felt like it. When their hips met his breath stuttered, realizing they were totally connected. He clenched a bit, relishing how he felt and heard Suguru's breath catch in the same way.
"Slut," he said, a hint of a laugh in his voice as he ground against him, dragging Satoru's hips back a bit as if he could fuck him any deeper. "You're always so good to me, I could bend you over anything and you'd let me."
The reflex to brat and refute what he said was there but rapidly drowning. Instead he could only let out a moan as Suguru rolled his hips again, keeping him still so he wasn't able to move into or away from the impact.
Being made to sit there and take it sent a jolt of fire through his veins, unable to even shift or adjust himself without Suguru noticing and correcting the tiniest movements. There was hardly a place they weren't touching, Suguru was pinning him, surrounding him, inside of him. It drove him insane, wanting even more, wanting everything.
The next thrust hit his prostate dead-on and he gasped, grabbing at the sheets as his dick twitched, hard enough to hurt. Suguru noticed of course, drilling into him again and again.
"Do you like that, Satoru?" He managed a moan in response, doing his best to not drool into the pillow as his thighs jerked and pleasure shot through him. The hold on his hips tightened to keep him from squirming, kept tight against Suguru while he fell into more of a rhythm, the angle making his dick rub that spot every time.
A rattling groan left his chest. The way they ended up didn't allow for much movement from either of them, but every thrust hit deep. Every impact spread through his body, heat licking at his nerves and crawling over his skin. His breath came in gasps, punctuated by tiny noises as he gripped the sheets harder, resisting the urge to bite the pillow as Suguru got rougher with him.
It was like he was a ragdoll, all of his attempts at writhing or adjusting himself foiled in less than a second. He could bemoan that he let himself be used all he wanted--the fact remained that Suguru had it just as bad. Moving Satoru to prove he could, fucking him harder and deeper to chase his high, panting as his grip tightened enough to bruise.
All the buildup, the waiting, the baiting--it caught up to him fast, and before he could process it his gut coiled tight enough to snap. His eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm crashed into him, shaking like a leaf at every wave of pleasure, his cock spurting untouched onto the sheets while his chest heaved.
"Fuck," Suguru hissed. Through the haze he noticed Suguru slowed down, but as far as he could tell the curse user hadn't cum yet. A hand wrapped around his flagging dick and it felt like an electric shock, punching a gasp out of him. "That's a good boy. You got so tight, you want me to enjoy myself too, don't you?"
"U-uh, yeah, yeah," he managed, a full-body shudder wracking him as overstimulation stabbed his nerves. It was hard to think when he was this far gone, less bothered by the borderline painful sensitivity and more driven to seek any pleasure he could. "Suguru should feel good too."
"Greedy." He almost choked when Suguru picked up the pace again, faster, harder. "You just want anything I'll give you, want me to keep fucking you."
He wasn't wrong, it seemed like their interests happened to line up rather nicely. But he did want Suguru to feel good, wanted the vindication that came with being the one to make him feel good.
Voicing this was a whole other battle. "I want you to, I do," he insisted, his breath hitching at a well-aimed thrust. "I need you to use me to feel good, Suguru should only use me, I want you to take it, everything--"
He cut himself off when Suguru wrapped both of his arms around his chest, pressing all of his weight down and shoving Satoru into the mattress with a groan. "Satoru, shit--"
Teeth sunk into the back of his neck and he gasped, swallowing a whine as he felt warmth spread inside, Suguru's cock twitching while he came impossibly deep. Even if he wanted to escape it he couldn't, trapped to the bed and marked in the lewdest, most intimate way. It turned him on so bad. Suguru couldn't keep still either, his hips rocking with every spurt as if he could go any further.
With each exhale against his skin he heard him grunt, wondering distantly if he'd turned Suguru into some kind of animal. The way he had him pinned, ass up, teeth sunk into his nape, shoving his spend further inside...a shiver wracked him. He was really trying his best to fuck him pregnant, like a bitch in heat.
Suguru let go of his neck and he felt more than heard the huff he let out. "Thinking of something fun?" he murmured, dragging his tongue along the indents he left, lazily feeling up Satoru's chest as he sucked more marks onto his skin. He flushed and Suguru chuckled. "You are, aren't you? Wanna share?"
"'M happy Suguru feels good," he replied, hesitating while Suguru nuzzled his neck. "Wanna do it again."
"Good, because I'm not nearly done with you yet."
A shudder went up his spine at the feeling--or rather, the lack of feeling Suguru's cock soften at all. "Did you--"
"I can't wait," Suguru groaned, a tiny bit apologetic. Not apologetic enough to stop himself from thrusting his dick inside Satoru again, making him flush down to his chest at the accompanying lewd noise of his cum mixing in with the lube. Monstrous stamina indeed, rivaling even Satoru's ability to keep going in such a short time.
His breath stuttered when another roll of his hips made fluid ooze out of his hole. At this point it was beyond lewd, knowing he was getting fucked right through it and Suguru fully intended to do it again. He wanted to get wrecked and Suguru was ready to deliver, he didn't even recall him pulling out before starting up again.
His nerves felt raw, his head was fogged and everything around him was hot. Everything was too much but he wanted even more, craving it, not fully satisfied until Suguru said they were done. He swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth, tiny noises escaping him with every movement. The way each touch made heat thread through his nerves had him feeling as if he'd be burning alive, addicted to it like everything else about Suguru.
And it was almost perfect. When he was back to having his vision filled with the banal details of their plain sheets it made him antsy in a way he couldn't articulate. The touches and kisses against his skin only made him wish to see Suguru more, shifting his weight as best as he could and letting out a whine, wriggling until his weight pressed on him further.
"Satoru," he hummed, giving him a small shock from the collar as he slowed. It caused a chain reaction, the jolt making Satoru twitch and clench involuntarily which made Suguru let out a groan. "What happened to behaving?"
"Wanna see you," he choked out, trying to look back at Suguru but unable to crane his neck far enough. "Wanna see you, wanna kiss you, Suguru--"
The weight was gone from his back as Suguru pulled fully out and away, hands landing on his waist before he could gather himself to react. He was flipped onto his back as if he weighed nothing, his vision filled with Suguru so suddenly his eyes went wide.
And when Suguru grabbed his legs behind the knees, bending him so he was almost folded in half and pressing back inside in one motion, it all added up and something snapped.
"S-Suguru," he choked out, curling in on himself and grabbing onto the curse user's arms as he trembled, his stomach tensing and cock twitching. "Fuck, I think I'm cumming, I'm cumming again--"
There were soft lips against his, a tongue rubbing against his own and swallowing his moans as he came, wrapping his arms around Suguru's neck to keep him close. He didn't even close his eyes entirely, needing to see him even if he was ingrained into every other one of his senses.
He never wanted to let go. Everything standing in between them suddenly didn't matter, every lonely night was worth ten times the amount of their differences. Whispered praises against his skin had more value than gold, than any amount of money he could pull from his clan's pockets.
His ears were ringing a bit, his vision unfocused, his senses boiling down to the pleasure he felt as Suguru continued, the warmth spreading in his chest when he was held tighter and closer. With the noise cut he could focus on feeling, and the feeling was addicting.
Not just the sex--feeling cared for, feeling seen, feeling human. Underneath the surface of his desire was an undertow of something much bigger, and he was letting himself be swept away. Something he hadn't been able to feel since that summer all those years ago, kept at bay with one-night stands and mutual understanding. They were simply too far apart now to continue that way.
And as he approached it again, his eyes refocusing to fill his vision with his one and only, he could feel the cage around his heart shatter, tendrils exploding across his nerves and forcing him to dig his fingers in. It was in his veins, in his lungs, behind his eyes, every single capillary invaded by the thorny creature he'd been feeding during his stay.
His mind was made up.
You're mine. And I'm never letting you go. Never again.