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The 'L' Word

Summary:

He was going to kill him. Suguru was going to kill that stupid Italian helper boy who kept flirting with his husband and be arrested and charged for murder on his honeymoon. He was this fucking close to lunging at the guy when his husband- his beloved, beautiful husband- turned to him and shot him the most dazzling, jaw dropping, awe inducing smile to ever grace the Earth and the heavens above. Suguru exhaled. Maybe killing this guy could wait for another day

Alternatively, Suguru and Satoru are on their honeymoon, unfortunately for Suguru, it seems like someone else has their eye on what belongs to him

Notes:

So this is a quick little fic I came up with on impulse when I was in a writing mood hehe. I desperately needed some new gego content and thought why not write it myself? Of course it wouldn't be one of my fic's without some humor/crack elements so please do enjoy. I love you all!

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He was going to kill him. Suguru was going to kill that stupid Italian helper boy who kept flirting with his husband and be arrested and charged for murder on his honeymoon. He was this fucking close to lunging at the guy when his husband- his beloved, beautiful husband- turned to him and shot him the most dazzling, jaw dropping, awe inducing smile to ever grace the Earth and the heavens above. Suguru exhaled. Maybe killing this guy could wait for another day.


Now, you may be wondering, how exactly did Suguru end up in this situation? Well, for one, he was supposed to be celebrating his honeymoon with his husband. Key words here, 'supposed to be'. See, Satoru and Suguru had gotten hitched a little over a month ago in a beautiful big ceremony with all their friends and family present. Suguru had worn a crisp, three piece black suit that was perfectly tailored to fit his proportions and Satoru had worn a similar one in white. The day was perfect. The event was perfect. The night they spent together was perfect. And, to make things even more perfect, Satoru's parents had surprised the newly wedded couple with an all expenses paid honeymoon to Italy for two and a half weeks. Life really couldn't get any better.

At least, that's what Suguru had thought before him and Satoru arrived at the resort they were going to be staying at for the rest of their trip. Now, before you jump to conclusions, no, the resort was not old and run down (although, Suguru half wishes it was- because then he'd have an excuse to take Satoru and leave). It was stunning. The resort was styled similar to an old Italian villa and was partially nestled in the rolling, lush green hills. It was speckled with vibrant bougainvillea cascading over the walls and surrounded by fragrant olive groves. Each room of the resort was decorated with terracotta facades and wrought-iron balconies, lending it a sort of rustic charm. Clearly, Satoru's parents had put a lot of thought and consideration into this destination. Both Suguru and Satoru adored it from the minute they stepped out of the private car that had drove them here from the airport- again, courtesy of Satoru's parents- and were more than excited to be shown to their room.

Unfortunately, the magic faded (for Suguru) as soon as they stepped inside the main lobby of the resort. Why? Because some asshole had decided to bump into his beloved husband as soon as they entered. Suguru, being the good husband that he is, had attempted to catch Satoru when he stumbled but he was too slow. Because the same jerk who bumped into Satoru (and made him stumble in the first place, just by the way) had grabbed Satoru by his slender waist and held him before he fell. Suguru had seen red, Satoru had awkwardly muttered a thank you and the dipshit had the fucking audacity to kiss (yes, kiss!) Satoru's hand and introduce himself as Lauren- or whatever his name was.

Now, Suguru wasn't an idiot. He knew his husband was attractive as fuck. Satoru had received an average of no less than ten love letters and confessions every day when they were in high school together. When they got to university, Satoru was constantly being bombarded at parties and after classes and even during study sessions with Suguru in the library with people asking for his number or if he was single (Suguru, of course, took the liberty of answering for him by pulling his then boyfriend into a bruising kiss and effectively scaring off any would-be admirers). Suguru had just hoped (perhaps naively so) that, since a big bright diamond was now sitting pretty on Satoru's ring finger, people would take the hint and learn to leave his husband alone. Unfortunately, that seemed to not be the case- if the way that this Levi guy was ogling Satoru was anything to go by.

Suguru had (somehow) managed to keep his rage in check. He flashed that Liam guy one of his polite smiles (the one he uses when he's just pretending to be agreeable- only Satoru can tell that it's fake) and gave Satoru a pointed kiss on the cheek before leading him to the reception desk with a hand possessively on the small of his back. Satoru (being Satoru) had teased him for it once they were far enough away but, truth be told, Suguru didn't give a damn. He was on his honeymoon for God's sake. People should really learn how to take a fucking hint.

Suguru's rage had morphed into playful amusement by the time him and Satoru had reached their suite. Satoru's teasing always managed to brighten Suguru up even on his worst days. He smiled as they entered their suite. It was a cool mix of clay reds and smooth creams. The room had the distinct aroma of freshly laundered sheets and crisp Italian air, and the balcony leading out of it overlooked the gorgeous rolling hills and crystal clear infinity pool at the back of the resort. He had barely gotten time to set down his luggage and enjoy the view when Satoru was tugging him to the bed, eager and needy after a long drive and an even longer flight. Suguru indulged him, obviously, because he could never say 'no' to his one and only, and they spent the rest of the afternoon tangled in the sheets and whispering each others' names.

By the time night had arrived, the both of them were too tired to get out of bed. Jet lagged and sex spent, they had both agreed on ordering room service. This, in and of itself, wasn't a problem. The problem appeared at their suite door with their supper.

Suguru realized two things in that moment.

One, this Lincoln guy actually worked at the hotel and wasn't just some stranger passing by who him and Satoru would never see again.

Two, this Levi guy had a very obvious thing for Satoru- regardless of how evident it was that Satoru was happily married.

Suguru's eye twitched as he watched Luke interact with Satoru- his Satoru. The man was clearly being flirty, trying to wow Satoru with the hotel made desserts he had brought to their room. He was ogling Satoru, too, Suguru noted. The marks he had left behind on Satoru's creamy white skin were obvious deterrent and yet this guy still wanted to push his luck. Suguru glanced at the cart full of food the guy had wheeled in. Maybe, if he was quick enough, he could snatch one of the metal cloche's and whack the guy on the head with it. Satoru seemed to know what he was thinking, though, and shot him a very pointed 'you're not killing anyone on the first night of our honeymoon' look. Ah, well, he'd have to kill this guy tomorrow, then.

Except, tomorrow never came (not in that way, Suguru hadn't died). Because, each time Suguru caught Logan (or whatever his name was) flirting with Satoru and tried to murder him, Satoru was quick to pacify his temperamental husband and drag him someplace far, far away from the offending hotel hand. And right now was no different.

"Sugs, you really gotta work on that jealousy problem of yours. We've barely been here for three days and you've been giving Lorenzo the stink eye this whole time."

"He deserves it." Suguru pouted in retaliation, looking past Satoru's shoulder and trying to spot the flirt- Lorenzo was his name, apparently. Suguru was not going to remember it.

"No he doesn't."

"He's been flirting with you this whole time!"

"He's not flirting, Sugs, he's just... it's-"

"It's flirting, Toru. Plain and simple."

"Okay, yeah, maybe he has been flirting with me but... still! You don't have to constantly look at him like you want him dead, Sugs."

"I do want him dead, though."

Satoru let out an audible groan at that, his hand coming up to slap his forehead.

"Look, you know I love you and you alone. You're my one and only, yeah? We're gonna be stuck with Lorenzo for the rest of the trip so just do your best to ignore him, 'kay? Don't let some stupid idiot who can't take a hint ruin our fun." Satoru had said those words so purely and smiled so earnestly that Suguru could do nothing but nod his head and smile back in agreement. He was nothing if not putty in his husband's hands, after all.


The idea of ignoring Lawrence was easy. Putting that idea into practice was the difficult part.

He seemed to be everywhere Satoru and Suguru went. When they ordered room service, he was the one delivering it to the suite. When they ate at the resort's restaurant, he was there serving them their meals. When they were tanning together at the pool, lo and behold, Lincoln was running around like a pool boy. Suguru was starting to think that maybe Satoru's parents hadn't really thought this out that much. Sure, the resort was nice and all but having one guy work this many odd jobs was absurd. They were either severely understaffed (which Suguru didn't think was possible, as he had seen plenty of other guests being attended to by multiple different staff members sometimes in the span of just one hour) or (the most likely possibility) this Layla guy was a stalker. Take a guess as to which outcome Suguru was willing to bet on.

Despite all this, Suguru still tried his hardest to have a good time. For his husband's sake, not his own. He took Satoru sight seeing, tried out different restaurants and cafes with him, lounged with him by the pool and spent the nights ruining his pretty little hole. Satoru was happy and, by extension, Suguru was happy, too.

They had been staying at the resort for about six and a half days when Satoru's parents had called. They checked in on the two of them, made sure everything was to their liking and revealed yet another surprise gift- a couple's spa day, complete with a full body massage.

This was, of course, something that Suguru was looking forward to. A whole day with just him, Satoru and the lovely ladies who ran the resort's spa. No pesky Lee to interfere with them. Just, them.

... Suguru spoke too soon.

"He's stalking us."

"What?"

"That Leonardo guy. He's stalking us."

"Firstly, his name is Lorenzo. And, secondly, what did we say about your jealousy problems?"

"Lorenzo, Leonardo, same difference." Suguru swatted his hand in the air and waved off his husband's correction with a hum.

"Also, this isn't me and my 'jealousy problems', Toru. He's literally stalking us. Stalking you, more accurately."

"Now why would a hotel staff member be stalking me?"

"Because he wants your autograph?" Suguru mumbled sarcastically before rolling his eyes.

"He's stalking you because he has a thing for you, Toru. Obviously."

"Yeah... 'obviously'."

"Toru-"

"If you have such a big problem with him then just go complain to the resort management or something. But do it after we have a fun and relaxing spa day together. I know how much you've been looking forward to this, Sugs, just... rewind with me for today, yeah? You have my full permission to murder my stalker tomorrow."

"... You mean it?"

"Swear on my husband's life."


That was how Suguru found himself here, in a tiny room, with Satoru almost completely naked and laying down beside him. How Suguru wanted to take him right then and there when he started stripping. Satoru was so perfect that it was unfair. His milky white skin, instead of becoming tanned during the time they spent at the pool, had instead become lightly sunburnt (because Satoru never wore enough sunscreen no matter how many times Suguru told him to) and was no flushed a permanent shade of blush pink. Satoru had washed his hair that morning and it was still fluffy from being towel dried. His bangs fell softly into those bright, cerulean eyes of his that Suguru adored so much and his nose was scrunched up into a cute little pout as he shed the loose red hoodie he was wearing (it was actually Suguru's hoodie and it wasn't even zipped up properly- that tease) and his black beach shorts (which were also Suguru's). Satoru had made a joke about only wanting to be naked and covered in oil for his husband and Suguru had been milliseconds away from ravaging him on the spot when Lawrence had barged in (without knocking, that prick) and told the both of them to lay down.

Lennon, of course, was Satoru's masseuse and Suguru, with his luck, had gotten stuck with a towering lady (who, he was pretty sure, was cosplaying the evil step sister from Shrek) named Gladys. As you would expect, Logan was doing more inappropriate touching than massaging and Gladys definitely had some sort of heavy grudge against Suguru because it felt as though she was trying to snap his bones into pieces. Suguru had only managed to last for twenty five minutes before he glanced over at Satoru and noticed that his husband's face was scrunched up and he was looking incredibly uncomfortable. Suguru let his eyes wonder as much as they could without him needing to move his head (because Gladys was still hell bent on taking out her anger on him, for whatever reason) and he noticed that Lucian was getting a bit too handsy- for his liking and Satoru's.

Risking the wrath of Gladys, Suguru sat up, slid off the massage table and punched Luna in his stupid, chiseled face. Surprisingly, Suguru felt a lot more flexible and lighter than usual- hey, maybe Gladys was on to something.

"That's what you get for flirting with my husband you sick fuck." He spat, about to go in for another punch when he felt something- more accurately, someone- tugging at his arm.

"Suguru! You can't just- I can't believe you- Lorenzo is- is..." Satoru seemed at a loss for words and it's only then that Suguru realized how murderous he must've looked. His expression softened and he reached up to caress his husband's cheek, sighing and letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Toru... I think we should go back to the suite."

"Yeah... yeah o-okay."


"You didn't need to punch him. y'know. You could've just, I dunno, talked to him or something."

"He was making you uncomfortable, though, I didn't really have time to think about it."

"It's okay. I'm not mad at you, by the way. Just... shocked, I guess."

"Shocked?"

"I didn't expect you to snap like that. It was kinda hot, to be honest."

Suguru snorted at that and playfully nudged Satoru's shoulder.

"You think that lady will report you?"

"Which lady?"

"Y'know. The one who looks like the evil step sister from Shrek. She was your masseuse."

"Ah." Shit. Suguru had been so blinded by rage that he forgot Gladys had been there and witnessed the entire ordeal going down.

"I... don't know, honestly."

"It'd be kinda cool, though. To be arrested for punching a guy on our honeymoon."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Y'know what else would be cool?"

"What?"

"If I got to try out a new toy on my husband." Suguru smirked as Satoru's cheeks flushed a bright red. He had picked up a set of anal beads a few days ago and was waiting for the perfect time to try them out on Satoru. He had planned on doing it today, after the massage, so Satoru would be all nice and loose and pliant for him. The massage obviously didn't end up going to plan but, well, there was no reason he couldn't continue with his plan, now was there?

"What do you say, Toru?" Suguru purred, relishing the way Satoru's entire face turned a bright, strawberry red from the nickname. Satoru silently nodded in response, already beginning to quiver with anticipation. Suguru chuckled lowly, reaching forward and tugging on the knot of the belt that was wrapped around Satoru's waist. Since they were both in such a rush to leave, they quickly grabbed their clothes and rushed out of the room, tugging on two robes they found nearby the entrance of the spa so they wouldn't get charged for public indecency.

The robes made it all the easier for the both of them to get naked, though. Quickly being shrugged off along with the pair's boxers joining the robes in a heap on the floor near the bed. Suguru gently pushed Satoru to lay down, peppering kisses along the underside of his jaw and his cheeks before swallowing his lips with his own. The kiss was slow yet hungry at the same time, Suguru's mouth moving demandingly against Satoru's until Satoru was forced to part his lips and allow Suguru's tongue entrance. Satoru's mouth was warm and wet and tasted sweet and Suguru couldn't help but groan. He licked inside it, grinding his own rock hard erection against his husband's. Satoru was the one to pull away first, needing to catch his breath. His blue eyes were cloudy and half lidded, his plush lips parted and his tongue peeking out ever so slightly. Suguru smiled at the sight, pressing another kiss to his lover's lips before slipping away from him to grab the items he needed.

He returned to the bed quickly. A bottle of Strawberry flavored lube in one hand and a string of baby blue anal beads in the other. Satoru whimpered.

"That... those are gonna go up my ass?"

"Don't you like them? They're the same colors as your eyes. I thought it was a nice touch."

"Suguruuuuu!" Satoru whined and Suguru couldn't help but chuckle. He loved teasing his husband, seeing Satoru get all whiney and worked up just served to turn him on even more.

Suguru set the lube and beads down on the mattress beside him, pushing Satoru's legs up until the other man was practically folded in half. God, he would never get tired of how flexible his husband was.

"Be a good boy and hold these up for me, yeah?"

"Y- Yeah."

Satoru's hands slinked down and wrapped around his thighs, holding himself nice and wide open just as Suguru had instructed him to. Suguru pressed light kisses to Satoru's legs, gently suckling at the tender flesh and covering his lover's skin with a plethora of bruises that were sure to only become darker in the following days. He nipped and kissed and licked at the marks he had left there previously. They had been pretty rough the past couple of nights, and Satoru didn't have magic powers that allowed him to instantly heal any bruise he was given, so Suguru decided to give the other man a break for tonight and settled for just lightly sucking at his skin.

Once Suguru was satisfied with the fresh marks he had made, he moved onto Satoru's dick. It was angry and red and throbbing with a need for attention and Suguru felt his own dick twitch at the sight of it. He licked a long stripe up Satoru's entire length, pressing a small kiss to the tip before moving on to Satoru's hole. He uncapped the lube and didn't bother to warm it up before thrusting two of his fingers inside the awaiting pink pucker. Satoru squealed above him, quickly being reduced to a mass of moans and whines as Suguru began fingering him at a pace he knew the other liked. He thrust his fingers in and out rhythmically, curling them just right to hit that spongey little spot inside his lover and drawing out a high pitched mewl from the man above. he added a third finger and angled upwards, hitting Satoru's prostate again and again until his husband started sobbing. Suguru smirked and slowly pulled his fingers out with a lewd squelch and a loud pop, licking off the excess lube before sitting upright and grabbing the triangular black handle of the beads.

"Toru? You still with me?"

"M- mhm."

"You remember your safewords?"

"Mhm."

"Words, love. Use your words."

"I r- remember them."

"Good boy." Suguru leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to Satoru's lips, pulling away with a soft sigh and redirecting his attention to Satoru's fluttering hole. He slowly aligned the first bead with it, pushing it in deliberately and carefully. He could hear Satoru's breath hitch and used his free hand to rub soothing circles into the muscles of Satoru's inner thigh, making him ease up just enough to slip the first bead in properly.

"Color?"

"G- Green."

Suguru hummed, continuing to trace random patterns along Satoru's thigh as he slipped in the second bead, and then the third, and then the fourth- each bead slightly bigger than the last.

Satoru whimpered as the final bead was pressed into him, his nails digging into his thighs so harshly that Suguru was sure he was going to draw blood. To ease him, Suguru tapped his hand and allowed him to drop his legs back onto the mattress. Satoru let out a moan as he did so, the beads lodging deeper inside him.

Suguru kissed Satoru's temple before easily flipping him over. He began plastering kisses along the expanse of Satoru's back, his fingers curling around the handle and slowly tugging the beads backward and out of Satoru's tight hole. Each bead caught on Satoru's rim as they popped out until only the last bead was left. Without warning, Suguru immediately thrust the beads back in, making Satoru scream and cry out for him. Satoru fisted the sheets as his lover began abusing his hole with the beads, rhythmically thrusting them in and out of him and hitting his prostate each time. The beads filled Satoru up decently well despite being small, making him writhe and squirm each time they caught on his puckered rim. The obscene sounds of squelching and Satoru's loud moaning filled the room. Suguru was relentless, continuing to slam the beads into his husband's tight hole which could only clench around them. Satoru sobbed as Suguru delivered a harsh smack to the meat of his ass, the sound of it resonating through the room and ringing in his ears. Suguru smacked him again and again and again, continuing to thrust the beads in and out of him. The sensations were too much and Satoru quickly felt the coil in his stomach growing tighter and tighter, his neglected dick rubbing against the sheets as he uselessly tried to build up the friction he so desperately needed.

Suguru knew what Satoru was trying to do and the hand that was previously fondling his ass now grabbed his waist and squeezed in order to stop him. Satoru hiccupped out a sob as Suguru finally stopped moving the beads. They were half out of his ass and Suguru gave it a playful swat before gripping the handle and slowly pulling backwards.

"Fuck, look at you. You're s'perfect f'me, Toru."

Suguru slurred, removing the final bead from Satoru's ass and tossing them to the side somewhere. His finger gently circled Satoru's fluttering hole, lightly smacking it and causing Satoru to gasp. Suguru snickered and, before Satoru had the chance to whine about him being mean, bottomed out inside him with one swift thrust. Satoru screamed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came from the feeling of being filled alone. Suguru wanted to tease him for it but felt his own breath being taken out of him as Satoru's walls clamped down around him impossibly tight. He groaned, slapping Satoru's ass to get him to loosen up some more before slowly beginning to move.

Satoru slurred out Suguru's name, the room soon becoming filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as Suguru grunted and pounded into the man below him. He grabbed Satoru's waist for purchase even as Satoru began sloppily grinding his hips back to meet Suguru's thrusts. Suguru's free hand fell to Satoru's cock which was already half hard once more. He stroked it, rubbing circles into the tip and smearing cum down it's length. Satoru never lasted long and Suguru could tell by the way his walls tightened that he was close. He pulled out and flipped his lover over only to thrust began into him and continue with the same bruising pace he had before.

"S'gru... 'M ah 'm c- close."

Suguru grunted, increasing his pace and adjusting the angle so he was hitting Satoru's sensitive prostate with each thrust, his hand began pumping Satoru's cock, harshly sliding up and down the other man's length even as his own cock twitched in anticipation.

"Fuck... Fuck. Cum f'me. Cum f'me baby." Satoru obeyed, his jaw dropping open in a silent scream as he shot ropes of cum across his chest and Suguru's hand. Suguru followed him soon after, his hips stilling as sprays of white painted Satoru's insides. Suguru pressed one last bruising kiss to his lover's lips before collapsing on top of him, his weight shifted to ensure he didn't crush the man beneath him.

After about fifteen minutes of the two of them catching their breaths and riding out their highs, Suguru lifted his head to look up at his husband. His husband. His Satoru. The man whom he loved more than anything in this world. He smiled, a rare, soft, genuine smile that was reserved for one person and one person only.

"How're you feeling, baby?"

"That was... intense." Satoru breathed and Suguru laughed, deep and throaty, maneuvering so he was leaning above his lover once more and slowly pulling out of him. Satoru's greedy little hole clung onto his dick, sucking him in as though it didn't want to let him go. When Suguru eventually did manage to pull out, Satoru's hole gaped, giving Suguru a perfect view of his husband's pretty pink insides. he chuckled to himself and rolled over, arms encircling Satoru's waist and pulling him closer.

" 'Intense' as in good intense or bad intense?"

"Good intense, obviously. I would've told you if it was bad."

Suguru laughed again. There was that brat he knew and loved. He pressed a kiss to Satoru's sweat damp hair, holding the other man to his chest for a few more minutes before peeling away from him, much to Satoru's disappointment.

"Where are you going?"

"To run us a bath. Don't worry, you can handle being left alone for a few minutes, baby."

Satoru rolled his eyes and pouted. God Suguru just loved teasing him so much. He got up from the bed and stretched with a groan, his eyes landing on the phone laying on the bedside table. Suguru sighed as he picked up their previously discarded clothes and made his way back to the bathroom. He knew what he had to do.


"Wow. So Lorenzo was just some random tourist the whole time? Seriously?!"

"Yep." Suguru responded, popping the 'p' sound and leaning over to kiss away the pout on his husband's lips.

"Damn. You really were right about the whole stalker thing."

"Mhm."

"I still can't believe it took the resort that long to catch him, though. They should keep better track of their employees."

"You think that's bad. Lorenzo wasn't even his real name."

"What?!"

Suguru chuckled at his husband's reaction, his fingers reaching up to card through freshly washed, soft white locks.

"What is his real name, then?"

"Dave."

"Dave, really? How uncool. At least if I told people I was being stalked by someone named Lorenzo, they'd think that I'd caught the eye of some hot Italian mafia lord or something. Dave just sounds like some random white guy with nothing better to do."

"To be fair, he technically was a random white guy with nothing better to do."

Satoru playfully swat at Suguru's nose with a huff.

"You know what I meant... Hey, speaking of, how did you find out all this shit about Lorenzave anyway?"

"Lorenzave?" Suguru raised an eyebrow.

"Y'know, Lorenzo and Dave put together. It's like a ship name but for a stalker with multiple identities." Satoru explained as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Suguru chuckled once more.

"Seriously, Sugs. Did you report him to management or what?"

Suguru smiled. Him and Satoru were currently cuddled up together beneath a large beach umbrella near the pool. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Gladys, happily sipping on a cocktail as she enjoyed some much needed time off from all her heavy masseuse work.

"Something like that."

Notes:

I'm a no. 1 Gladys stan right here!

Basically this was just me indulging myself and writing some fluffy husband gego with Suguru being protective and jealous over his husband hehe. I hope you all enjoyed this one and you can think of it as another kinktober fic but this time with sex toys/anal as the prompt! Also, yes, the title is referring to Lorenzo/Dave lol. I couldn't think of anything else oopsies.

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