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A few days of amazing sex later, he wakes up to the smell of pancakes in the morning.
He fucking loves Suguru’s pancakes.
Satoru stretches languidly and prepares for another awesome day of sex and really, really good food. Though when he finally opens his eyes Suguru is staring at him… intensely.
Which is kind of scary.
Normally pancakes are a spontaneous thing, but they have also been known to be a ‘you won’t like this conversation’ thing so he’s on edge.
Especially because Suguru is just staring.
His sleep-slow brain tries its best, but he’s pretty sure nothing awful has happened? Besides the whole Kenjaku thing, but they were slowly fucking and cuddling their way through all the trauma associated with that.
Then he realizes: Suguru’s hair is up.
All of Suguru’s hair is up. And the only thing he’s wearing is an apron, so his back must be exposed.
Oh.
He doesn’t always get things right when it comes to Suguru, but he thinks he can get this bit right. Satoru rolls off the bed and walks over, stopping at the edge of the kitchen. “Permission to enter?” he asks.
Suguru looks him up and down. “Only because I know you aren’t going to distract me from making pancakes .”
Well. Satoru is definitely going to distract him a little.
He strides over and grabs Suguru around the waist. Batter smears on his cheek from the spoon Suguru had been holding, but it’s worth it for the way he immediately clings to Satoru, letting himself be spun around.
“Satoru?” he asks, half a laugh on his breath.
He answers by putting him down and tugging at the cute little bangs his scrunchie can’t quite hold. “You look cute like this.”
Suguru is so perfect: still blushing at unexpected compliments after all this time. “You think so?”
It sounds like he’s trying to tease, but there’s definitely nerves underlying his tone. Satoru kisses where his cute bangs meet his cute forehead. “I know so. Adorable, baby.” Then he grabs his ass because he’s kind of a dick.
Suguru cackles and pushes him back, shooing him out of the kitchen with the spatula when he tries to grab at Suguru some more. “Go on, I know you want your fucking pancakes. I can’t make them when you’re groping me.”
Satoru laughs back but obediently leaves the kitchen. “I love you, baby.”
Suguru smiles and turns his back to him, focusing on the stove. “I know.”
Suguru starts wearing his hair up more.
“It’s easier to cook like this,” he says, once.
Satoru makes sure to tell him how lovely he is as often as possible.
A few days after that, Suguru walks out of the bathroom with something in his hand, stares at Satoru for a long moment, and walks back in.
Which is… weird, but Suguru doesn’t comment on his weirdness and he doesn’t comment on Suguru’s, so he goes back to fucking around on his tablet.
It happens again, though. Suguru comes out of the bathroom, clutching something so hard his hand is white, and just stares at Satoru.
And then he leaves.
The third time’s the charm, as they say, so when Suguru exits the bathroom again and stares at him, chest heaving, he prompts, “Sweetheart?”
Suguru hisses and takes a step back.
“We’re on the same team, love. My baby. My perfect cutie-patootie.” Suguru’s shoulders relax a bit at that; the hand holding something twitches. “Do you want to come here for a moment?”
Suguru slams the bathroom door. So. That went… awful.
Later that night, Satoru is in bed and expecting Suguru to either go to his own room or take the couch, when Suguru crawls into bed and starts arranging his limbs around him.
“Love?”
“I’m sorry.”
“S’okay. Working through something?” he tries.
“No. I don’t need to work through things.” He pulls Satoru’s arms tighter around him, and Satoru squeezes him obligingly. He definitely needs to work through things, but he won’t see a therapist and it’s not like Satoru would ever force him to do something. So. Weird bathroom leaving-staring and late night cuddles it is.
The next day, he catches the tin Suguru throws at him, stares at Suguru, stares at the tin, and eventually wiggles it in confusion.
“Read it, you asshole,” Suguru hisses and -
Oh.
Scar cream.
“Fuck, this is so fucking stupid - just give it back.”
“Baby?” he interrupts him. “Hush and come here for some cuddles?” Suguru shoots him a look and he amends, “Only if you want, okay? I just want to hug you.”
Suguru stares at him, shuffling a step back and then a step forward. That’s okay. His sweetheart will come to him when he’s ready.
“Are you asking me to rub this on your back?” he asks, keeping his voice soft.
Suguru’s shoulders are still tense, but he replies, “If you’re not disgusted by it.”
“Not at all,” he replies, shifting around so there’s a nice little pocket between his legs for Suguru to sit in. After a moment of Suguru just staring at him he comes over and hovers one the end of the bed.
Satoru does his best grabby hands; Suguru climbs onto the bed and relaxes into his arms.
He sets the tin to the side and starts rubbing his hands down Suguru’s sides. “I have trouble reaching it sometimes,” Suguru mumbles into his shoulder. “Sorry for snapping. You didn’t deserve that.”
“S’okay baby, I know this has all been hard for you.” He presses a kiss to the side of his head. “I’m honored you trust me enough to ask for help. Even if you’re kind of shit at it.”
Suguru sighs. “You really don’t have to. I can mostly reach.”
“I’d love to, sweetheart. You know I love taking care of you.”
Suguru shifts around so his back is to Satoru, and looks pointedly over his shoulder. He’s so cute, Satoru just has to kiss him: the side of his face, down his neck, to his shoulder. Satoru brushes his hair over his other shoulder and draws back.
The lines of his body are tense: Satoru does what he can to help, smoothing a hand down his side before grabbing him around the waist and squeezing. “Still not disgusted?” he asks, obviously trying to force his tone light.
Satoru draws back to actually stare at the scar. “Not at all, sweetheart,” he answers, leaning forward again to kiss the knob of his spine. “You’re my beautiful baby whom I love very much.”
Suguru sighs and slumps forward. He takes that as his cue, finding where he’d put the tin and opening it. It smells nice: a bit minty, a bit medicinal.
“Just a thin layer on everywhere,” Suguru instructs softly.
He does, rubbing his fingers lightly over the scars. Suguru lets out a breath and leans slightly into his hands.
“I won’t be mad if you try to break our mating bond,” Suguru says, completely out of nowhere. Satoru’s hands go still on his back, because he - what? Had he somehow given the impression that he wanted to? “I know I sort of… guilt-tripped you into it. And I know I’m fucking marked as someone else’s whore -”
“Woah, hey, Suguru,” he cuts him off, because that line of conversation isn’t going anywhere good. “Nope, no, I don’t want to do that at all.” Suguru seems to relax by degrees. “I don’t want to do that at all,” he repeats, kissing the nape of his neck.
Suguru takes a deep breath and says, “But I’m - “
“My mate,” Satoru finishes. “My beloved mate, who I adore. That bastard’s dead, Suguru, you aren’t anyone’s whore. You’re a brave person who went through hell and was strong enough to make it out the other side. Strong enough to get to me. I’ll always be thankful for that.” He nuzzles against his mark on Suguru’s neck. It’s vivid, and beautiful, and he never wants it to fade. “I love you.”
“You don’t have to,” Suguru replies.
“Exactly,” he responds. “I don’t have to, and I do with all my heart. You’re my favorite thing in the world.”
Suguru is silent. He resumes rubbing the cream onto his back, slow smooth circles to hopefully relax him. “You shouldn’t have to do all this,” Suguru says eventually.
“Huh? I love taking care of you baby.” He nips at his shoulder to emphasize that.
‘But you’re - you’re so fucking nice, and forgiving when I get all snappy and you never blame me when I need you to tell me you care about me fucking seventy times a day -”
“‘Cause I love you. And you give back. You let me be human around you. You cook me food I enjoy. I get to use you as a stress ball when I’m - well, stressed. You never complain when everything is too much and I need to lay in the dark and quiet for a while. You take care of me, and I take care of you. We’re a team, baby.” He squeezes Suguru. “If that means hugging you and telling you I love you a hundred times a day, that’s fine with me. I love you. I love hugging you. I love telling you I love you.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” Satoru replies, fingers tracing nonsensical circles on his back to rub the scar cream in.
“Tell me you love me.”
One of his arms wraps around Suguru’s hip’s, pulling him close. “I love you so much.”
Suguru barely ever cries, but he can feel wet drops hitting his arm. “Tell me you love me.” His voice is raspy and dry.
“I love you more than anything else in the world.”
Suguru curls up into a ball, but doesn’t shrug Satoru off, so wrapped around him he stays.
The next day, Suguru shuffles towards him with the tin and Satoru grabs his wrist and pulls him onto his lap. “An everyday thing, then?” he asks.
“You don’t - I mean - “
“I’m happy to do it everyday - hell, I’m happy to do it three times a day, if you want.” He strokes a hand up the crease where Suguru’s thigh meets his torso. “Very happy, honestly.”
“We will not be using my scar cream for lube,” Suguru replies.
“Why not?” Satoru runs his hand lower, cupping Suguru where he’s already sensitive and leaking. Fuck, he’s so responsive.
“It’s expensive,” he replies.
“Doesn’t matter baby, I’ll buy you anything you want, forever.”
They don’t end up using the scar cream as lube - which is probably for the best - but they do end up fucking after copious amounts of foreplay while it dried on Suguru’s back.
In the ensuing cuddles, Suguru snuffles into his neck and says, “Do you want to fuck me from behind, sometime?”
Satoru’s blissed out on pheromones and the delicious feeling of Suguru seated on his knot, so he replies with a very coherent, “Um, whuh?”
“You know. The way omegas are supposed to be fucked.”
Satoru bites his shoulder and Suguru yelps. “Please never, ever quote Kenjaku while I’m inside you. Ever.”
Suguru huffs but agrees, “Fair,” after a moment.
When he stays silent after that, Satoru presses a soft kiss to where he’d bitten and says, “You’re meant to be fucked however brings you the most pleasure, sweetheart.” He noses at his mark on Suguru’s neck, giving it a reverent kiss.
Suguru lets out an incoherent grumble.
“I’d love to fuck you anyway you want, okay?” Satoru says when it seems he’s not getting more than that. “I love looking at your face while we fuck. Feels so - uh - intimate?”
Suguru laughs a bit against him. “Pulling out the big words for me?”
“Shut up, I’m trying to be romantic.” Suguru just keeps giggling, so he smacks his ass. “Fine, your face is nice, but I’d love to see your fat ass bouncing on my dick as well.”
Suguru’s giggles turn to full-blown laughter. He grinds down slowly on Satoru’s cock and they both gasp. “Still have no idea why you like my ass so much.”
“It’s a fucking perfect ass, baby.” Suguru knows him so well, tensing a moment before his hand comes down to give it a light smack then grope him. “So round, so jiggly.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever.”
The next time he rubs Suguru’s scar cream on, Suguru grabs the hand not applying it and brings it down to his clit.
“Sweetheart?” he purrs into his ear.
Suguru gives a pleasant shudder in front of him. “Go on, then.” He tilts his head: some of his hair threatens to fall back across his back, getting into the cream. He used the back of his fingers to brush it back and presses a kiss to the nape of Suguru’s neck.
Suguru whines when he takes his hand away from his clit, and he soothes him with kisses under his ear and down his neck. “Need to tie up your hair, baby.”
Suguru sighs but lets him tie up his hair: he’s started carrying a hair tie on his wrist for Suguru, just in case.
He smoothes a hand down his back when he’s done, using the other to reach around to play with him again. Suguru lets out a happy little noise and grinds down against him.
“Careful not to rub your back against me until the scar cream is rubbed in,” he whispers in his ear, going back to doing just that. Suguru huffs but goes obediently still in his arms, letting him rub one hand on his clit and one on his back. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he says, nuzzling into Suguru’s bun.
Suguru lets out a pleased groan as he runs his hand down his side, stroking a thumb more forcefully against his lower back, where he has to pop his spine in the mornings. This has the side effect of pushing his clit harder against his other hand, which is a pretty sweet side effect, as far as they go.
He feels so wonderful, trapped between Satoru’s hands; his legs. Purring and content and gorgeous.
Finally, when Suguru is getting wriggly in his arms, he deems the scar cream rubbed in enough. “My perfect baby,” he whispers, kissing his mark. He slips a finger in Suguru, who clenches around him immediately, already wet.
The angle isn’t great for fingering him, but it’s amazing for rubbing at his clit. Satoru switches between the two anyway, other hand holding his hip to keep him in place - he’s cumming easily, leaning back against Satoru with a lovely little sigh.
Sometimes he’ll fight the orgasm, making Satoru really work for it, but it seems today is not that day.
He tilts his head back to smile at Satoru, who leans down and kisses him.
It probably doesn’t feel great on his neck, but he kisses back with fervor.
Satoru ends it with one last peck, drawing back to smile at Suguru. “Good, love?”
“Always great with you,” he replies. Fuck, he loves when Suguru gets all mushy.
His dick is hard, pressing up against Suguru’s back, but he doesn’t really worry about getting off when they’re together. If Suguru’s feeling it - great. Hot. The ‘always great with you’ thing goes both ways. But if he’s not feeling it, well, Satoru’s got his hand and a whole mental folder full of images of Suguru being ridiculously hot.
But today Suguru grinds back against him, which is fantastic. He settles his hands on Suguru’s waist preparing to flip him around so he’s facing Satoru - when Suguru says, “Wait.”
His hands go still; he nuzzles into the side of Suguru’s head.
Suguru turns to kiss his cheek. So sweet, sometimes.
Slowly, he leans forward, dragging Satoru’s hands, and therefore Satoru, with him.
“Baby?” he asks, just to make sure.
Suguru tilts his head and finishes leaning forward; his cheek is pressed against the bed and he’s staring up at Satoru with fuck me eyes, their hands still intertwined on his hips.
Yeah, this image is going in the spank bank.
“We talked about it, didn’t we?” he asks. “C’mon, wanna see how you feel like this.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs, ripping off his underwear and plastering himself to Suguru’s back. He kisses every bit of skin he can reach, smoothing his hands down Suguru’s sides and grabbing his hands, wanting to touch everywhere at once.
“God, love,” he whispers, hands rubbing his shoulder blades and mouth nibbling down his spine. “You’re the sexiest thing in the whole world. Can’t wait to see your ass bouncing against me.”
“Well, if you can’t wait, shouldn’t you get to it?” Suguru snarks.
Satoru laughs and pulls back, giving his ass a little smack. It jiggles rewardingly, just like he knew it would.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re obsessed with my ass for some reason, now hurry up and fuck me.” It sounds like Suguru tries to make it a command but it comes out as more of a whine, with him wiggling his hips at Satoru.
Which is absolutely not making him less obsessed with Suguru’s ass.
But he obediently lines up, rubbing the head of his cock over Suguru’s hole. “Yeah, baby? You ready?”
Suguru huffs and thrusts back, taking in half of his cock in one go.
They both gasp, and he grabs Suguru’s stuttering hips - too much, too soon, fuck Suguru is always biting off more than either of them can chew but it’s so, so good.
After a moment Suguru’s hips settle into a gentle sway, taking a bit more of him each time he grinds back. Satoru murmurs encouragements and compliments: his baby really is the best, taking him so good, so tight and hot and wet.
Fuck, he loves him.
When he bottoms out, he has to take a moment to look at where he and Suguru are connected, fat ass to the bones of his hips.
Fuck.
Suguru gets impatient sooner than he would like, whining and trying to thrust even as Satoru’s hands keep his ass pressed against him.
“I’ll give you what you need, love.” Satoru drags him away, slowly. He’s so fucking tight, gripping him as Suguru moans, his hands clenching the blanket by the sides of his head. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he says before he slams back in, all at once. Suguru whines and does this adorable full body shudder when he hits home. “Still good, baby?”
“Fuck, yes, just fuck me already.”
Satoru laughs and does just that, setting up a slow, deep rhythm that has Suguru keening and his ass jiggling. “Oh my god, your ass,” Satoru moans.
Suguru laughs and does this slow whole-body roll. Holy shit, that’s sexy.
He gazes over his shoulder at Satoru. His hair is coming loose from its bun, strands falling over his other shoulder and across his face. Satoru gropes his ass and he wiggles it. “C’mon, you can give it a little smack. I know you want to.”
Satoru does, and Suguru clenches around him as Satoru’s handprint appears, outlined in red on the globe of his ass.
Shit, he really needs to get Suguru off fast, because he’s not going to last. One of his hands slides from Suguru’s hip down to his clit, starting to rub in time with his thrusts. Suguru moans and grinds against his hand, then back against his hips.
It doesn’t take long for him to come like that; Satoru drapes himself over his back and fucks him through it with deep, steady thrusts while whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
After, Suguru slumps flat on the bed and Satoru follows him down, intertwining their hands and kissing sloppily at his neck. Suguru shifts his ass a bit, hiking it up into an angle that has Satoru very interested, and says, “Well? Your knot’s not going to pop itself. C’mon, I want to be filled.”
Yep.
Very interested.
He wiggles one hand under Suguru’s chest to grip him tight, the other going back to circling his clit, and starts thrusting into him. Suguru gets pretty much no leverage like this, laid down as he is, but he doesn’t seem to mind, letting out pleased little moans as Satoru rocks into him.
His knot is starting to swell, tugging at Suguru every time he pulls out. “Satoru,” he whines, hands fisting in the sheets.
“I’m close, sweetheart.” Satoru kisses the space behind his ear, gives it a little nibble, then whispers into it, “Come with me?”
Suguru whines and lets himself go, tightening around him and making Satoru come, knot expanding fully and locking them together as he spills in Suguru.
He pants wetly against the back of Suguru’s neck, hand still rubbing at his clit till Suguru whines and starts wiggling. “Too much.” He drags his hand away, resting it on Suguru’s hip instead, and starts licking and nibbling at his mark. Suguru giggles in return, shifting so he has better access.
“My sweet baby,” he says between kisses. “I love you so much.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re pretty alright too,” Suguru replies. “You’re also heavy, and my stomach is filled with your cum.”
Well, if Suguru’s going to be an ass, he’s going to be an ass back. “I don’t really see how those things are related.” He lets his entire deadweight crush Suguru for a moment, who squawks in outrage.
Only a moment, though, and then he’s rolling them to their sides, careful to keep his knot firmly tucked inside.
Suguru sighs and grabs Satoru’s hand, tucking it around him. “You’re a huge dick, y’know.” Still, he kisses the tips of Satoru’s fingers before snuggling his hand against his chest, so he can’t be that bad.
“Yeah, well you’re a huge asshole. So we fit together,” he replies, nipping playfully at Suguru’s neck.
“What - no! Oh my god, you’re terrible,” he says, snuggling back even as he says it.
Satoru graciously provides the arm Suguru isn’t snuggling as a pillow, even though he knows it’s going to go hopelessly numb. “So,” he starts, much softer, “how was it?”
“Hm?” Suguru mumbles.
“The sex, baby,” he chuckles into his neck.
“Do you really need me to compliment your dick that badly?”
“Nah, I know it’s great.” He gives Suguru a squeeze. “I just want to know if it’s something you’d like to do again.”
“Oh, the position?” Satoru nods against him. “Yeah, it was good. I dunno. I thought it might be… bad, but it’s you. You’re a dork. You don't scare me at all.” Satoru presses a smile against his neck. “Plus, I like cuddling like this.” He’s quiet for a moment. “The scars didn’t bother you?”
“Not at all, baby.”
Suguru hums. “Well, I also have a fantasy of you bending me over the kitchen table. So yeah. Fuck me from behind, it’s all good.”
“Fantastic.”
They’re going out to a good-faith mixer tonight. Suguru had worn him down until he agreed to let him come - he’s been hinting that since he’s such a good shot, he should be able to come out on ops, which is a hard no. But the whole point of tonight is that it’s a safe, neutral zone to discuss business with the other gangs in the area, and he’ll have his best team there as guards.
So.
Suguru can come.
(He’d also gotten really, really jealous, saying that Satoru was trying to hide that he had a mate. Which. He can’t really do that, with the mark on his neck, but Suguru had countered that they’d covered them just fine when facing Kenjaku, so how did he know Satoru wasn’t planning to do that.
It should be fine.
He’s still nervous, because Suguru is his baby, but it should be fine.)
He’s doing the whole hair-fluffing ritual, because Suguru’s outfit shows a bit of his back, which he really doesn’t mind. The hair-fluffing or the outfit.
But, he does have an idea: “Hey, Suguru?” Suguru meets his eyes in the mirror. “You could always get a tattoo to cover the scars, if you wanted.”
Suguru tilts his head and doesn’t break eye contact. “Get a matching one with me.”
“Matching tattoos?”
Slowly, Suguru’s face breaks into a grin. “Yeah. Matching tattoos. Large ones - you wouldn’t be able to hide that as easily as a mark.”
Satoru sighs. “I truly have no plans of hiding my mark,” he tells Suguru for the hundredth-something time. Still, he’ll tell him a thousand times more if it makes him feel more secure.
He shrugs, unrepentant. “You could, though. And you never take me with you when you go out and do sketchy shit.”
“That’s because it’s sketchy shit and you’re my little snuggle-bun who I never want in danger ever.”
Suguru’s face screws up in a grimace. “Please never call me snuggle-bun again.”
Satoru laughs and kisses his hair. “Okay, my adorable pookie-bear.”
“Ugh.”
(They do get matching tattoos - full back pieces that curl up their necks and fall down their collarbones. It takes a long fucking time, but they’re gorgeous when they’re done - fish and dragons and swords, mirrored on their bodies. If they stand together, side-by-side, it forms a complete picture.)
He never ends up letting Suguru come out on ops, but he does placate him by letting him be one of their resident torture specialests.
Once whoever they need information out of is all trussed up and harmless, he lets Suguru do his worst - and his worst is very, very bad. He gets a reputation for it. Worse than a curse, people say about him. The shadow of the Six Eyes.
Suguru preens when he hears about it, and Satoru kisses his adorable forehead. If Suguru wasn’t his sweetheart, he’d be terrified of him.
Satoru wakes up one morning to Suguru standing in front of the mirror in his underwear and frowning.
He rolls out of bed and wanders up behind him, draping himself over his back. “What’s up, my cute baby whom I adore with all my heart?”
“I’ve gained weight,” Suguru pouts at him.
“Yup,” Satoru agrees because, yeah, he has. “It’s gone straight to your thighs baby, I want you to suffocate me with them.”
He gets the privilege of watching Suguru’s face flush a deep red in the mirror. “I have stretch marks now.”
“Yeah,” Satoru agrees, pulling down his underwear; making Suguru yelp. He palms at the aforementioned stretch marks while kissing down Suguru’s neck. “They’re cute. You look like a little tiger. It matches your personality. Rawr.”
“... I could lose weight.”
“If you want,” Satoru agrees. “Or you could gain it. Or stay exactly the same. You’re my little cutie patootie and I adore you at any size.”
Suguru glances over his shoulder at him. “Are you sure you still find me attractive?”
He nibbles his ear. “I think I should fuck you in front of this mirror and show you exactly how attractive I find you.”
Suguru obligingly pushes his hips back.
Satoru has a mirror installed over their bed.
He gets Suguru a ring, eventually. It’s really just a formality - they have marks, they have matching tattoos, they live together. Suguru calls him lame but he wears it everyday, so that’s alright then.
Satoru retires, eventually. It’s not something people in his line of work tend to get to do, but he comes home shot one day, nearing forty, and Suguru just says, “You’re too old for this now. I’m not losing my mate so young.”
And Suguru gets what he wants.
He still takes calls, but the next generation runs his empire impeccably, while he and Suguru retire to a sleepy beach town.
The neighbors don’t ask questions about their tattoos, and they exchange their fresh vegetables for fresh eggs; Suguru bakes bread and they take long walks down the beach.
(And every now and then they take a trip to piss on Kenjaku’s grave.)