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Satoru was slightly annoyed. Scratch that, he was beyond frustrated. It’s been a week, a whole entire week without Suguru. With that came a deep sexual frustration, something not even his long, slender fingers could fix as he spent hours trying before Suguru came home that day.
The man in question was dragged to their bedroom the moment he stepped foot into the front door. And that’s how the pair found themselves in their current predicament. Naked chests flushed together, cheeks in hand and a pair of muscular thighs around Suguru’s, caging him in.
However, now that Satoru has him right where he wants him, the raven-haired man can’t seem to stop fidgeting.
“Satoru, wait—”
“But I missed you.” He cuts him off with a whine, pressing his lips against Suguru’s. He ran his tongue along the seem of his lips to which Suguru opens his mouth. Immediately, he delves in, moaning when their tongues make contact.
In response, Suguru tilts his head, deepening the kiss as he licks the roof of Satoru’s mouth. The kiss was messy, saliva dripping down their chins, teeth clashing.
A pair of arms looped around Suguru’s shoulders, crotch grinding against crotch. Then that overwhelming urge hits. Firmly he grasps his hips, silently begging for Satoru to still. Heat filled his face, unable to concentrate on the man sitting on his lap.
Unfortunately, Suguru had to pee. Bad.
He groans against glossy lips. It would be a shame to put a pause to this, but it would probably be best to relieve himself as quickly as possible. He tried to wiggle out of Satoru’s grasp, to no avail.
“Satoru,” he gets out between kisses. “Satoru, get up for a second.”
But he doesn’t budge.
“Fuck, sorry. It’s just—” His body jolts, cheeks darkening in shame. “I have to—”
“Oh.” Now that Satoru thinks about it, Suguru has been squirming for a while now. Satoru smirks, biting back a giggle. “ Oh .”
The fullness of his bladder made Suguru’s body spasm with a twinge of pain, toes flexing, ankles rolling. And with Satoru grinding against him, it somehow made it worse.
Finally, in what Suguru thought was an act of mercy, Satoru pushed him by the center of his chest until his back hit the mattress and onyx hair splayed across the bedsheets. Once again, he attempts to move and Satoru still won’t fucking get up.
“Satoru, it’ll be quick.” Propping himself up by the forearms, he meets the other’s watchful gaze.
“Hands up.” Satoru commands, ignoring him.
Suguru obeys, unable to deny his princess. He lifts his arms up and back, fingers tangling in the sheets above his head. The spare silk rope the two kept at the headboard for undisclosed purposes was hastily tied around his wrists. And just like that, Suguru was effectively trapped in place.
“What are you planning?” Suguru huffs out, with one eyebrow raised.
“Revenge.” Satoru gives him a toothy, shit eating grin.
Fuck . Suguru grits his teeth. Of course he would remember the relentless teasing, or bullying Satoru calls it, from the last time. He sighs, resigning to his fate. He has some sort of an idea of what Satoru was planning. And who was he to not participate? Suguru decides to indulge his boyfriend in his little game, he’ll just have to wait for his chance to get back at him.
“You’re gonna hold it until I’m done having my way with you. Got it?” Satoru’s thumbs slipped underneath his waistband, sliding his sweatpants off in one smooth motion.
“Hah! If you can even last that long.” Suguru taunted. After all, Satoru was a true pillow princess, never having to lift so much as a hand. Not when Suguru normally did all the work.
Even with their height difference, Suguru was much stronger than Satoru and he would always take advantage of that fact. Pressing him into corners, picking him up, pinning him to the bed, the wall. The list could go on forever.
And he knows how much Satoru likes it, how easily he gives in. He loves being manhandled. It wouldn’t take long before Satoru would give up and submit himself into getting fucked into the mattress.
Saying nothing at the jab, Satoru scrunches his nose and pouts. He lets out a noise of frustration then moves to straddle his hips again.
Anticipation grew deep in Suguru’s gut. He was not one to fully give up control, so this was different, completely out of his element. But it sparked a sort of fire deep in his stomach. Yet one problem remained, a very urgent problem.
Suguru swore he was going to explode, bladder pulsating erratically as he forced himself to fight back against his own release. He blushed something fierce, body burning hot, his hands fisted into a ball, wrists straining in the binds. A hand comes to rest on his leg, the other brushing against his lower abdomen, fingers ghosting the area before gently laying across his skin.
“S-Satoru—” Suguru protested. Goosebumps litter his body when the other settled his clothed cunt over his dick. The fabric was soaked in arousal.
“Are you going to keep holding it for me?”
“Anything for you, princess.” Suguru stammers out, never one to shy away from his boyfriend's demands. His hips jump when the warm hand presses down on his bladder. He attempts to squeeze his legs together, unable to close them with the way Satoru moves to sit on his thighs. “I can hold it.”
“Good.”
A pink tongue darts out, licking up the palm of his free hand. He reaches down, spreading the saliva across Suguru’s cock before grasping it. With one hand, he begins stroking his length, thumbing at the oozing slit. The other hand alternates between firm presses and gentle massages on his core.
A deep groan rips from Suguru’s throat as he fights his body’s desperation, so intertwined with arousal that he can’t tell which one he craves more. It first reels out pain, then fades into pleasure. And when Satoru twisted his wrist, Suguru swore he saw a flash of white, throwing his head back with a loud grunt.
Suguru violently jerks his hips when Satoru tightens his hold, bites his lips bloody when the hand on his lower abdomen rubs deep circles. Urgency fills his whole being. All his nerves are on fire, frantic but it feels so good. He grits his teeth, he is not going to give in. He wills his body to focus on anything but his bladder, the incessant pressing and the warm hand wrapped around him.
He can feel the liquid rushing to his swollen tip, threatening to leak. Just as Suguru is about to warn Satoru of the impending release, the other stops his movements, leaving him in a mixture of disappointment and relief. He inhales and exhales heavily through his nose, attempting to catch his breath.
Satoru sat back on his haunches, nearly ripping off his panties, before sitting back on his lap. He flashes Suguru a bright and innocent smile. Holding up his hand, he gives Suguru a front row view, shoving two fingers into his own mouth. A loud shameless moan leaves him, making a show of sucking and twirling his tongue, coating the digits until they were dripping wet. He pulls them out with a wet pop.
The pair of damp fingers dragged down the front of his torso, leaving behind a wet trail as he bypassed his pebbled nipples, the bilateral scars on each side, not stopping until he met his moist folds, parting them open to expose his pretty pink pussy. Satoru lets out a hitched breath, rubbing up and down his slit before rubbing tiny circles around his clit.
“Please Satoru,” Suguru begged, fighting against his restraints, against the deep seeded desperation. If he could, Suguru would’ve wrapped his calloused hands around Satoru’s thighs and pulled him close so he could reach what he wanted. But he could do nothing but watch. “Let me taste you princess.”
Deciding Suguru has been behaving, Satoru grants him his wish. Throwing a leg on either side of his head, Satoru slowly lowers himself. Unwillingly, he lets out a soft whimper when the ghost of humid breath fans against him. The headboard creaked when Satoru propped one hand against it for leverage, the other threaded through onyx hair. He tosses his head back with a breathless gasp when a warm, wet tongue finally slides between his folds.
Suguru tensed his thighs, braced his core. He could ignore the need to empty his bladder, if only for a few fleeting moments. Especially when that perfect cunt laid flush against his mouth. Suguru would be lying if he said this wasn’t his favorite thing to do. The sweet, musty scent of Satoru. The warm, muscular thighs pressed against his face. It was intoxicating.
He could hold it, if it meant turning Satoru into a blissed-out pile of mush. He could hold it .
With the full weight of Satoru seated on him, air circulation began to slowly cut off. His cheeks grew pink from the need to breathe, bladder spasming but his mouth remained diligently in place. Eagerly, he switches between sucking then licking up with a flat and heavy stripe. It’s not long before the white-haired man’s hips become fervent, all inhibitions abandoned, riding Suguru’s face as if it were the last thing he would do.
“God, Suguru. Just like that.” Satoru breaks off with a cry, eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into the wood. The skilled tongue lavished dripping folds, coating him with slick and saliva. Suguru was practically making out with his pussy, devouring him like a starved man.
Ocean blue eyes fluttered open, blearily looking down to find Suguru’s closed in complete euphoria. A tongue darts out to wet his lips and he lets out a breathless laugh, “Oh, you’re enjoying this.”
Reaching behind him with one hand, Satoru presses down on Suguru’s bulging organ, relishing in the way the man beneath him thrashes, hips bucking as he lets out a muffled moan against his cunt. The vibrations had Satoru rocking his hips faster—knees nearly giving out.
Never did Suguru imagine it would feel this good. He jolts once, twice as he thirsts for the pressure on his stomach, on his tongue. He needs it all. In response to the relentless assault on his bladder, Suguru uses the tip of his tongue to flick the swollen nub.
Suddenly Satoru stiffens, moaning loudly when Suguru begins to suck on his clit. The familiar feeling of his orgasm gushes out. Velvet walls clench weakly, his entire body trembles as Suguru laps up the slick. His cunt already feels so sore, yet he doesn’t try to break away from the other’s mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, tightening his hold. No sound comes out his parted lips when he comes a second time, curling over Suguru’s head, hips humping furiously. Eventually he slows, softly muttering out, enough . When he pulls back, sticky strings of his wetness connected his pussy to Suguru’s mouth—his jaw. It nearly has Satoru sitting back down on his throne again.
The weight leaves him. Suguru takes a deep breath. He licks his slick covered lips, mouth filled with the lingering taste of Satoru. The sound of the sheets rustling has Suguru opening his eyes, watching as Satoru shifts back until his cunt kisses his cock, slotted between the folds, spreading his juices all over him. Suguru thinks that’s the end of it, that Satoru would finally give up and let him piss. He couldn’t be more wrong.
Noticing his despair, Satoru coos at him, “Did you still need to go?” as he brushes his sweaty bangs back. Then he bends down, capturing Suguru in a heated kiss, uncaring that he can taste his own cum. The sounds of lip smacking, tongues gliding together. It made Satoru feel hot. He slightly pulls back, far enough to whisper against kiss swollen lips. “So desperate, but I'm not done with you yet.”
"Princess, I can't—" Suguru groans, core tightening, but it's no use. A small hot spurt escapes, pooling on his stomach.
"You can. And you will." Satoru cuts him off, grinding his wet cunt against his cock, lubricating it as it began swelling with blood. Once deemed hard enough, Satoru raises his hips, inviting entrance quivering to be filled. With one hand, he guides the head of Suguru’s cock, pushing it past the tight ring of muscle. Then he stops. “You better fucking hold it until I say so.”
Not bothering to wait for an answer, Satoru drops all his weight with a loud slap of skin. The two let out a loud moan. They were always such a perfect fit, completely molded for each other.
Warm hands rest on Suguru’s defined chest. Ignoring the choked gasps from beneath him, Satoru begins to roll his hips in a leisure pace. The raven-haired whimpers at the tight wet heat engulfing his straining cock, acutely reminding him of the fullness of his bladder.
“Fuck, Satoru. Please—”
“Not yet baby.” Satoru moans as he begins to bounce up and down. Honestly, it sounded so good to hear Suguru beg. He thinks he likes Suguru in this position, trapped, helpless. Completely at his mercy.
Unable to contain himself, Suguru cants his hips upwards, needing to gain more fiction against his painfully hard cock.
Despite his pent-up state, He was absolutely enraptured by the man above him. He couldn’t stop staring at the pair of muscular, creamy thighs. How they trembled and flexed with each movement. The way his cock disappeared into that tight heat. The glistening skin from the tiny beads of sweat dripping down his toned chest. And the curvature of his tiny waist that he so badly wished to grab and fuck into oblivion.
Satoru continues his slow, tantalizing pace, tipping his body back as he braces his hands against Suguru’s tense thighs. A high and needy moan leaves his parted lips.
The way Satoru rolled his hips forced Suguru’s cock deeper and deeper inside. And amber eyes slightly widen in awe when he spots the slight bulge on Satoru’s slim figure, all from his girth.
As if Satoru could read his mind, a hand trailed down to his distended stomach, pressing down. “There. So deep. I can feel you right there.”
Fuck, Suguru could no longer take it, bladder throbbing. If this is the type of game Satoru wanted to play, then he will get what he deserves. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time. He wills his body to relax to relieve his swollen bladder.
The first spurt takes Suguru by surprise, fingers tangling in the sheets. The second quickly turns into a steady stream, building in intensity until he is pissing in full force. Suguru is unable to hold back a grunt of satisfaction.
Warmth flooded Satoru’s insides. He keened, eyes growing wide when he realized what was happening. The liquid sloshed inside him, filling him to the brim. It just kept going. It was wet and messy. So degrading, so humiliating. But Satoru couldn’t deny how much he fucking liked it. To be marked in such an animalistic way, so much different from their normal endeavors — to be marked in a way no one else ever could.
The stream slowed down to a trickle, Suguru sighs as his body relaxes, every fiber in his being melting. In response, Satoru moaned softly, he was so close already. His hips rutted in excitement ignoring the slight discomfort from being so full. The small movements allow a few drops to leak out around his swollen entrance.
And just like that, Satoru gave a full-body shudder, sharply inhaling. He falls forward, hands digging into Suguru’s chest, cunt quivering as he reached ecstasy.
His third orgasm felt nothing like the first two. It was sudden, never ending. His voice cracked as he moaned loudly, mind shattering, eyes rolling to the back of their sockets as his hips stuttered.
“Wow, Suguru~” He teased with ragged pants, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Somehow, he still upright as he shivered from the aftershocks from his powerful orgasm.
And he remained blissfully unaware of the man-beneath him: The way his pupils dilated in lust, how he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from growling. Satoru was unaware of the beast he was about to unleash.
“You’re so dirty.” With trembling fingers, he reaches for Suguru's bound wrists, fumbling with the knot.
And the moment those clumsy hands undid the restraints, Suguru snapped.
He flies forward, so quickly that Satoru didn’t notice him move. Not until cold air rushed around him and his world was spinning. Suddenly he finds himself on his back with Suguru looming over his frame, strong hands pinning his wrists. His cunt clenches down on the length that was still inside him, piss sloshing from the change in position.
“You’ve had your fun princess.” The brazed lust in Suguru’s eyes, the thickness of his voice. It was nerve-wracking, yet it made his pussy water. “Now, it's my turn.”
He releases the lithe wrists in favor of gripping onto the curvature of that slutty waist, so tight it’s sure to leave fingerprint shaped bruises. He rocks slightly back then thrusts in deep, causing the liquid to leak when he drags his cock out.
Satoru shrieks, back arching high off the bed, body oversensitive from his multiple orgasms. And when the thick head of Suguru’s cock pressed flush against his cervix, Satoru is blinded by hot pleasure.
Suguru doesn’t give him a moment of reprieve, no longer holding himself back. Not when a fire burns deep in his core, so strong he can’t put it out. He slams in hard, enough to send Satoru’s body further up the bed, breath fucked out of his lungs. The pace is nothing short of brutal. It's powerful, deep and fast. The sounds of skin slapping, Satoru’s wanton moaning, echos in Suguru’s ringing ears.
He fucks like he has a personal vendetta against Satoru, refusing to let up, even when sharps nails scratch down his back, so deep he’s sure he’s bleeding. He moans at the stinging sensation, rolling his hip with renewed vigor.
Suguru could hear the piss obscenely squelching, gushing out and around, creating a nasty wet pop each time they separated. Each thrust forced the seemingly endless fluids out of Satoru.
Still keeping the unforgiving pace, Suguru shifts, moving closer to cradle the back of Satoru’s head with one hand, the other resting his weight on his forearm, blanketing the other’s body with his own.
Beautiful, Suguru thinks through his hazed-out mind. Satoru’s face was red, almost glowing. It spread down the span of his chest, fading into the soft, creamy color of his skin. His stomach coils when those crystal eyes open to peer at him with an expression so utterly wrecked. His gaze remains locked on him as he continues to relentlessly snap his hips, drinking the sight of tears brimming his lower lids, the flush of his body.
The fingers on Satoru’s head threaded through fluffy white locks before gripping hard to expose his neck. Suguru dips down, tongue licking up the span of his neck, teeth grazing then fastening down on the delicate flesh. It was followed by rough kisses along Satoru’s jawline. A myriad of red and purple hickeys blossomed across his neck.
“No—” Satoru sobs, squirming in his hold when he feels a familiar, painful ache in his cunt. “T-too much, I’ll die.”
“You’re fine, princess. Just take it.” Suguru hushes him with a soothing kiss on the bright mark as he places one hand on Satoru's pelvis, stopping him from wiggling around.
But Satoru can’t take it, he can’t breathe, as if he were suffocating. The crushing waves of pleasure overwhelmed him, hot tears streaming down his face. He’s sure he’s dying. Yet his pussy shivers, clenching down when the coil in his gut threatens to snap.
“S-Sugu —oh,” The pace picks up, it has Satoru’s stomach heaving as he lets out delirious high whines. The world blurred around the edges of his vision. “Please, I’m going crazy.”
And Suguru pointedly ignores him, bending his body to his will, hips hammering deeper and deeper.
“Cum for me princess,” Suguru whispers, nibbling on the shell of the other’s ear. The angle has him hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves, using his entire weight to drive himself down. “You can do it baby, squirt all over my cock.”
Satoru doesn’t think he could cum anymore, but the words push him past his breaking point. Desperately, he humps his hips up as much as he could. A pleasure, deep from within releases and a gush of liquid spurts out.
Satoru’s body is pressed into the mattress as his orgasm takes over, sweet clear fluids coating the fronts of the pair. Every breath leaves his lungs in one long exhale. He convulses against the sheets— writhing and crying— shouting Suguru’s name like a sacred prayer until his voice was strained, tears staining his cheeks.
As Satoru sobs out his release, eyes shut tight as his wet heat rhythmically clenched and unclenched around Suguru's girth. The sensation has Suguru growling against his neck, thrusts growing erratic until Satoru was a sweaty, fucked-out mess under him. His full body shivered from the drawn-out orgasm, arms going limp at his sides.
Tipped over the edge, Suguru’s cock spasmed and jerked inside Satoru. He lets out a final loud groan, hips flushed together, keeping him deep as his release coats his walls.
It floods the swollen cunt, impossibly filled that it pours out the seams, dripping thick globs of white. Along with that, a mixture of Satoru’s juices and Suguru’s piss drip down his perineum, pooling on the sheets.
The walls gripped the length like a vice, as if trying to keep his cock inside despite his attempts to pull out. In a daze, Satoru instinctively locks his legs around Suguru’s waist, ankles digging into his lower back, milking every last drop of Suguru’s cum.
As he releases load after load, Suguru’s hand moves to Satoru’s pussy, thumb tracing circles over his clit, setting him into an overstimulated twitching mess. He violently trashed in the bed, unsure of whether to pully away for the touch or lean into it.
“God, Suguru.” Satoru breathes out when Suguru eventually gives him a break. His blue eyes were completely blissed out, drunk on pleasure.
When he finally comes down from the edge of precipice, Suguru collapses on top of Satoru, face pressing in his neck. Their sweat drenched chests lay flushed against each other, hearts pounding. After a few moments, Suguru pushes himself off, cock slipping out of Satoru’s ruined cunt.
Satoru meekly whimpers, face flushing as if the grossest thing just happened. As if they haven’t done this before. Suguru silences his embarrassment with a pinch on his hips. Then he pulls his thighs apart, feeling a slight bit of remorse at the fact that Satoru isn’t plugged up, dissatisfied that his cum won’t stay where it rightfully belonged. He watches as the mixture of white and golden liquid dribbles out.
“You bastard.” Satoru weakly manages, looking at Suguru with half-lidded eyes. “You’re on clean up duty this time.”
Suguru rolled his eyes, unable to hide his grin. If cleaning up was all it took to do this again then he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.