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Whenever someone asked Satoru and Suguru if they were gay, their immediate answer was always and without fail a spat out ‘Absolutely not’, a gasp of disbelief, and a look of slight indignation. They didn’t understand why so many people kept making the assumption – they were best friends, not lovers. Between the both of them, they had dated more women than they could count; surely, that served as an incontestable proof of their heterosexuality.
With such an indecent record of broken-hearted women fawning over them, how could anyone still question their sexuality? What was the big deal? So what if they did everything together? So what if they were in their late twenties and still roommates? So what if they never fell in love or stayed in relationships for longer than a few months? So what if they sometimes slept with the same girls, occasionally at the same time, or gave each other a bit of head when they were in a dry spell? Or had a boner at 2 am? There was a perfectly good hand or mouth at the other end of the hall; they were being practical, not gay. Or so they kept telling each other.
No one needed to pry into their private relationship. They were perfectly content being platonic soulmates while they could each go fuck whomever they wanted, whenever they so desired. Satoru and Suguru were not in love, they were not in a relationship, and they most definitely did not care whatever the other was doing.
As a matter of fact, when Suguru started dating you, Satoru was more than happy for his best friend. He was glad when Suguru introduced the two of you and for the fact that you always tried to include him. You were so incredibly sweet – the face of an angel with the most tempting body Satoru had ever laid eyes on. He couldn’t wait to see how Suguru would break your heart. It wasn’t that he wanted to see you hurt, or that he was a sadist; this was just their routine. They would date a girl, keep her around for three months at the most if she was exceptionally good in bed, then move on to the next. And, yes, hook up in between those two events.
When four months went by and Suguru still hadn’t left you, though, Satoru started to feel… uneased. Suddenly, the sight of you in his apartment sparked something uncomfortable in his gut, a tension that only kept growing the more time went by and you remained in Suguru’s life. Muscles he hadn’t even known existed would spasm uncontrollably when he saw you cuddling Suguru on their couch, kissing him before leaving in the morning, coming into the living room in nothing but his T-shirt (which used to belong to Satoru, he’d remind himself with a little pride). He’d caught himself balling his fists or clenching his jaw more than one time at the increasingly more unbearable sight of the two of you.
It certainly didn’t help that he wasn’t dating anyone at the moment and that no matter how many women he slept with, he always felt unsatisfied at the end of the night. He hadn’t felt so horny since he was a teenager, and he could not for the life of him understand why. It truly started bothering him when he would get spontaneous boners whenever he hung out with Suguru, or when he saw the two of you sharing intimate moments.
Satoru couldn’t quite figure out how he felt about you. He would start to loathe you and stop in his tracks whenever you looked at him with those kind eyes of yours, making him all the more confused. He wanted his life with Suguru back, yet he found himself admiring you, even wanting you. The arousal that was constantly thrumming through his body started focusing entirely on you. It made sense, in a way: why he felt so unsatisfied, why he felt so horny around the two of you… it had to be you.
Maybe it was the fact that you belonged to Suguru that made him unable to look away whenever you wore revealing clothing, or get instantly hard when you would bend over and give him a view of your perfect curves. Maybe it was curiosity at what made Suguru keep you around for this long, or maybe he just wanted to feel closer to his best friend. Whatever it was, you were all he could think about. He loathed you, he desired you. He wanted you out of his life, he wanted to know what it would feel like to be inside you.
And tonight, those thoughts were driving him insane more than ever. It was Suguru’s birthday, so the three of you had gone out to celebrate, and your outfit was driving Satoru to madness. How could such an innocent-looking girl look so tempting in a tight dress? He couldn’t help his body’s reaction to you, which only fed his frustration; he wanted to ruin you, to fuck that sweet smile off your face and see your tears and ruined makeup run down your face as he used your mouth for his own pleasure. Yet all he could do was sit there and pretend that he wasn’t hard as a rock as Suguru smirked at you, his hands caressing you.
The more drinks you consumed, the more daring Suguru got with his touches (and the less you seemed to notice it). You were so adorable when you were drunk, giggling at anything your boyfriend said, blushing when his hands roamed closer and closer to the top of your thigh, yet not doing anything to stop him, the fact that you were in the middle of a crowded bar seemingly eluding you. Satoru recognized the lust in Suguru’s eyes and longed for it to be directed at him instead of you – it was taking all of his willpower to fight the tears that were prickling the corners of his eyes. He didn’t understand where these overwhelming feelings were coming from; all he knew was that they were burning wildly inside him, and that something had to be done before the fire consumed him.
When the three of you went home, Satoru thought he must be being intentionally tortured. Suguru and you were all over each other as soon as the door shut behind you, completely unbothered by Satoru’s presence in your drunken stupor. He didn’t know if getting to see you in this state, moaning against Suguru’s mouth, writhing in his arms, was a blessing or a curse. He had never seen you this unleashed; your already tiny dress was riding up and exposing your flesh with the way Suguru’s hands kept groping you, and you were too out of your mind to realize it. Did it even occur to you that you and your boyfriend were practically seconds from fucking right in front of his roommate? You had definitely drunk a lot. A lot.
It didn’t matter; Suguru led you into their room (at least one of you was conscious enough to do so), and Satoru was left with a burning ache in his trousers that needed taking care of.
He rushed to the bathroom and quickly stripped before getting into the shower, not wanting to wait another second to get away from the two of you and relieve himself. Despite it all, the water was still not enough to cover the groans and whimpers coming from Suguru’s room. Were you being louder than usual on purpose or by accident? You would be the death of him – of that he was sure of. His hard-on was downright painful; how could he get so worked up over this? He hadn’t touched himself yet and precum was already leaking out of his tip.
When he started stroking himself, he focused on your voice, your moans which you were making no effort to conceal. He had thought of you like this more often than he’d have liked to admit, yet there was something infinitely more charged about this time. He wanted to be the one making you scream, wanted to see your face while he made you cum, wanted to see how good you made Suguru feel, wanted to take care of him as well. Satoru allowed all his wildest fantasies to run through his mind, his heart racing at the scenarios he was imagining.
This was not how things usually went for him. Normally, he could have anyone he wanted without even trying and yet here he was, pathetically panting and whining while the one he was longing for was out of his reach. You were so close yet completely unattainable – it was driving him mad.
The steam coming from the shower was making him dizzy, similar to the intoxicating effect you had on him; the air around him felt oppressive, his body heavy and weak, every sane part of him replaced by the animalistic need to claim you in any way he could. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax, a shudder escaping him as he dissolved in pleasure. It was like taking a first breath of air after being submerged underwater for too long – he felt as though he was finally regaining control of his body, the fog in his mind dissolving little by little.
He stayed under the water for a while longer, letting its heat wash away the ache of hearing the two of you together; it was simultaneously hurting and reigniting him – maybe he was more of a masochist than a sadist after all. Even after having taken care of himself, he still felt enslaved to his desire.
Once the apartment quieted down, he finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel before heading to his room. He was somehow hard again. Satoru threw himself on his bed with a frustrated groan, wondering what he had done to deserve such torment. It was at this moment that Suguru threw the door open, quickly getting in before shutting it behind him, careful not to make a sound. Satoru shot up to sit on his bed, a quizzical look on his face.
‘Suguru, what are –’ He lost track of his thoughts when he noticed how flushed his roommate looked. His cheeks had a rosy tint to them, his chest was rapidly rising up and down, and his eyes… His eyes. He was staring at Satoru with an intensity that left him incapable of moving, of breathing. He was stunned by the longing in them, the lusty haze clouding them. Suguru had never looked at him like that and his body couldn’t begin to evaluate how to respond.
Until Satoru lowered his gaze, and saw that Suguru was only wearing boxers underneath his T-shirt. Took in the noticeable bulge there. It was instinctive, he couldn’t help it – his lips parted to release a small gasp. Satoru could see Suguru’s body tense at the lewd sound, his muscles clenching as if he was physically restraining himself from pouncing on Satoru; they both stayed silent for a few seconds which seemed to stretch eternally, unspoken words charging the air with an electricity that was prickling Satoru’s skin.
He could feel the weight that was oppressing him earlier returning under Suguru’s gaze. It was as if the throbbing between his thighs suddenly became his only focus, his other senses shutting down until it was all he could think of, all he could feel. The only thing he could hear other than Suguru’s ragged breathing was his own erratic heart beat, so loud he could feel it pulsating in his very ears.
It was Suguru who finally broke the silence.
‘She–’, his voice was hoarse, his speech slurred, his focus on Satoru’s lips instead of the words he was struggling to articulate, ‘She passed out. And I–’
Suguru threw his head back against the door and hid his face behind his hands, his fingers threading through his hair in frustration, the smallest whimper coming out of him. His shirt had risen to reveal his sculpted abdomen, and Satoru’s gaze was immediately drawn to it. He still felt incapable of doing anything other than admiring the sight before him, incapable of absorbing that it was real.
‘Satoru, it fucking hurts.’ All of a sudden, it all clicked into place in Satoru’s head. He had never seen Suguru this desperate, this tortured, the way he had breathed the words out a mirror to his own anguish. He was hiding behind his hands yet there he was, baring himself at his most vulnerable to his closest friend.
‘Oh.’ Satoru felt like an idiot – he still couldn’t form a single coherent thought, becoming more certain with every second that passed that his brain had short-circuited. How could he be expected to think when Suguru was standing in front of him, looking so disheveled? ‘Oh, did you not… I mean, did she not–?’
‘We did. But I’m still fucking hard and it won’t fucking go away, and–’ His words died in his throat as he brought his hands down to look into Satoru’s eyes once more; he could see the favor Suguru was asking of him without having to utter the words out loud. He was close to begging, Satoru could see that. Could sense how close Suguru was to his breaking point. And maybe a part of him wanted to see Suguru on his knees for him, to hear him plead, but all he could think of was getting his hands on him as quickly as possible. They trembled at his side and he clutched the sheets so Suguru wouldn’t notice.
‘Come here.’ In one breath, Satoru released the words and all the tension that had been weighing him down, his body feeling lighter than ever as Suguru moved towards him.
He closed the space between them in one stride and gripped Satoru’s face to crush his lips against his, roughly yanking his fingers through his hair as if bringing him as close as possible could make up for all the intimacy they had missed out on. There was no sweetness to their kiss – it was an endless race of lips chasing, tongues clashing, teeth biting down on the other’s lips in punishment. Hands pulling the other impossibly closer, nails dragging across skin, leaving angry red marks wherever they travelled, each touch a claim of ownership.
Satoru could taste something different than usual, a sweet flavor he couldn’t get enough of as his lips continued devouring Suguru’s; he realised with a grunt that it must be you he was tasting, you that was flooding his senses. Although you weren’t here, he finally had you and Suguru all to himself and the thought made him want to purr with satisfaction.
Suguru’s guttural sighs and moans were a symphony to Satoru’s ears. His body molded perfectly against his and Satoru’s nerves lit on fire wherever Suguru’s smooth skin brushed against his; it was all overwhelmingly, unbearably, and agonisingly perfect.
Suguru’s lips roamed over his skin, searching for all the spots that made Satoru squirm, his friend’s body a map he knew all too well. Suguru flicked his tongue around the gap between his collarbone and neck and Satoru gasped on cue; Suguru bit his lobe, pulled on the soft flesh with his teeth and Satoru’s cock jerked as he blurted out a string of curses.
He couldn’t let Suguru toy with him this way, no matter how good it felt; Satoru had to remind him who had come here practically begging. He gripped his hands around Suguru’s waist and swiftly rolled him over until he was the one on top of him. Satoru didn’t usually mind surrendering control with him, but this time there was something more he wanted from his roommate. An idea was forming at the back of his head, and he needed to make sure Suguru felt indebted enough to agree to it.
Satoru interlocked their fingers together and pinned Suguru’s hands down on either side of his head; the latter’s eyes widened in surprise, and Satoru only grinned in return.
‘Alright, then. I’ll help you out, Suguru, but only under one condition.’
Suguru’s breaths were short and ragged, his abdomen tensing with every exhalation; just the fact that he let Satoru put him in this position was already a sign of how badly he needed him. He had him in the palm of his hand – he only needed to play his cards right.
‘In a moment like this, you want to start playing your little games? Really?’ Suguru squirmed under Satoru’s hold, a pathetic half-hearted attempt that only consolidated how much power the latter held in that moment.
‘I’m not playing any games, Sugu – you come in here asking for my help, which I’m more than happy to generously grant, like the benevolent roommate I am.’ He winked devilishly at Suguru. ‘I only ask that you grant me a favor after this, no matter what it is.’ He was picturing you, passed out in Suguru’s bed, your tight black dress bunched up around your waist. He could still taste you in his mouth. ‘After all,’ his smile grew all the more wicked, ‘it’s only fair.’
Suguru’s face contorted quizzically for a moment, searching Satoru’s features for an answer as to why he would make such a strange request – sensing his hesitation, Satoru released Suguru’s wrists to grip his erection in his hand, immediately achieving the desired effect. Suguru closed his eyes, looking feverish with angst as an obscene moan escaped him. His hips grinded against Satoru’s palm, begging for more only for Satoru to remove his hand and trace slow circles over his thigh instead.
Satoru knew he was being cruel, but seeing Suguru lose his composure and glare at him like he was a traitor was only proof that his plan would come to fruition. Satoru’s lips remained fixed in an arrogant grin.
‘I can leave you to take care of yourself if you wish–’ Satoru’s hand travelled closer and closer to Suguru’s length, never quite reaching it, the latter’s breathing becoming messier the closer he got. This was the perfect opportunity; never in his life would Suguru ever be this defenseless again.
‘God, you’re such an ass. Fine, fine, whatever you want but you better make me cum right fucking now Satoru or else–’ The second the words left Suguru’s mouth, Satoru gripped him once more and started stroking him up and down, effectively shutting him up for good. Suguru threw his head back and sighed in relief as Satoru became rougher with his touches and slid off his roommate’s body to kneel on the floor beneath his legs.
Suguru sat up on his elbows to watch him slide off his boxers, his cheeks slightly reddening as Satoru locked eyes with him and took him deeply in his mouth without hesitation.
‘Fuckkk–’ Suguru stuttered, so weakened by Satoru’s expert licks that he wanted to lie on the mattress, yet he fought the urge to lie down, wanting to watch Satoru’s every single movement. It took him little to no effort to take him entirely in his mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat. Most women never went that far without gagging, but not Satoru – they had done this enough times that it was instinctive for him, his throat molded to take him in.
Satoru licked him from his base to the tip of his length, his lips tightening around him until he reached his slit, dipping his tongue into it before repeating the same motion again and again, driving Suguru close to release with only a few motions – he gripped the bedsheets desperately, his body trembling with ecstasy as Satoru continued worshipping him with his mouth. He started working him with his hand while his tongue focused on his slit, drawing soft grunts from Suguru as he raised himself to grip his hands behind Satoru’s head, a telltale sign that he was close to the edge.
‘Fuck, Toru, gonna cum–’
Satoru chuckled around Suguru; it was almost too easy to make him climax. He knew his body like it was his own, knew better than he did what made him feel good, could draw all his curves from memory. Suguru’s grip on Satoru’s hair drew the white-haired man to raise his gaze to meet his. The wild look in those azure eyes was the tipping point for Suguru – as Satoru dug his nails into his thighs, Suguru came with his name on his lips, not once breaking eye contact with him as his body dissolved in pleasure.
‘Satoru Satoru Satoru–’ No one else said Satoru’s name the way Suguru did; he always recited it like an incantation, a piece of poetry, purring it more than speaking it.
Satoru kept sucking on Suguru’s tip while he drank every last drop of his cum, only releasing his cock when he had swallowed it all. He still hadn’t been taken care of, yet Satoru was glowing with glee. ‘And you always say I come too quickly…’
Suguru rolled his eyes with a huff. ‘You always have to ruin everything, don’t you? Can I not get a birthday treat without you gloating?’
‘Fine, I won’t gloat – but I will want my price.’
Suguru moved to put his boxers back on as Satoru put on a pair of his own before sitting on the bed next to him.
‘Such an ass. Alright, what do you want? A month’s worth of candy? A trip to the strip club? A blowjob?’
Satoru brought his face close enough to Suguru’s for them to kiss, his eyes glinting with mischief. He let a few seconds go by before enlightening Suguru, whose eyebrow had raised expectantly, ‘I want to fuck your girlfriend. Tonight.’
‘Fuck off.’ At first, Suguru awkwardly chuckled. When Satoru kept staring at him with that determination in his eyes, however, Suguru groaned and buried his face in his hands.
‘What? You scared she’ll like my dick better than yours?’
Suguru shot him an annoyed look to shut him up but to no avail – nothing could dampen Satoru’s mood. All the raven-haired man could do was shake his head in disbelief, his lips curving at the corner, ‘After all these years, I honestly should’ve known you’d ask that.’
‘Honestly, Sugu, I’m offended – keeping the same pussy around has made you completely forget all about me.’ Satoru feigned pouting, sighing exaggeratingly.
‘Ah, so is that what this is about?’
‘Nah, just want to know what she feels like.’ Satoru’s eyes locked on Suguru’s, daring him to see the truth written there, that he had been wanting to taste Suguru’s latest flavor, but that it went beyond that. He wanted that claim over Suguru; needed proof that he still belonged to Satoru first. They remained like this for a few seconds, gazing into each other’s eyes, their breathing synchronised, Satoru’s offer left in suspension. Finally, Suguru broke eye contact by looking at Satoru’s swollen lips.
‘You’re lucky you give such good head, Toru.’
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Satoru couldn’t believe he had done it. After months of torture, he was finally going to get what he wanted. Walking into Suguru’s room, seeing you passed out on his bed, your dress doing nothing to hide the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear – all of it seemed surreal to him. Too good to be true.
‘Alright, just keep the lights off and do as I say, ‘kay?’ Suguru’s tone was level, betraying no second doubts, and it only made Satoru harder.
Satoru could feel the blood pumping through his veins, his skin prickling as he became hyper aware of all his senses; he had never felt so alert yet so scattered before. He stopped at the edge of the bed and admired how peaceful you looked while Suguru got on the bed and moved your body to rest over his, your back resting against his chest. You didn’t stir in the least as he wrapped his arms around you, pressed a kiss to your neck and motioned Satoru over.
Satoru climbed onto the mattress, prowling closer and closer to you like a predator about to devour his prey, his breath hitching with anticipation as he hovered above you. He knew what he was doing was wrong, knew it somewhere deep within himself, but he was almost acting on instinct. He felt like he was where he belonged, between your thighs, Suguru holding them open for him.
You were exactly how he imagined you; your face angelic as you peacefully slept, your dress bunched up around your waist, still covering the upper half of your body. Suguru’s hands were placed lovingly around your waist and your thighs, the possessiveness in that action completely at odds with the fact that he was allowing Satoru to see you this way. To touch you.
He would finally be able to touch you. Not knowing where to start, Satoru’s fingers started stroking your ankle, relishing in the smoothness of your skin. He almost shuddered at your unresponsiveness, which he only took as further validation that in this moment, your body was his for the taking. Ever so slowly, he started caressing your skin in an upward trail, his fingers gliding over the smooth curve of your calf, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, before finally reaching your soaked folds.
Satoru felt as though time itself had stilled. He gathered your wetness around two of his fingers, taking his time in exploring you, before bringing them to his lips, immediately recognizing the taste of Suguru’s release, having swallowed it only a few minutes ago, and that other sweet flavor… He now had the confirmation that it was you he was savouring in kissing Suguru. The realization made him moan around his own digits.
Satoru wanted more of you, wanted to bury his mouth in your sex. Still remaining careful of not making any abrupt movements, he slowly lowered himself until he was level with your slit. Suguru moved the hand at your waist to grasp your other thigh, giving further access to Satoru. Complicit in his silence, complicit in his help.
Satoru brushed his tongue against you, gathering more of your release and Suguru’s into his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of both your tastes. With a groan, he grabbed your thighs by covering Suguru’s hands with his own, and began vigorously lapping at your wetness, wanting it all for himself. Usually when he took care of a woman this way it was for her to climax; this time, however, the gesture was entirely selfish. It was for his own wicked pleasure that he drove his tongue inside you, wanting to savour every part of you, to leave no part of you unexplored.
He could spend hours doing this, coating his tongue with your release, with you so pliant under him. The taste was like a drug to him, blurring his vision and driving all his blood to his achingly hard erection. Right, he really should take care of that.
Reluctantly pulling away from you, he briefly got up to remove his boxers before caging you in below him once more. His eyes having accustomed to the darkness, he could now glimpse your face better, your soft lips slightly open as you softly breathed in and out, oblivious to what Satoru was about to do.
He placed the tip of his cock at your entrance, his heart beating wildly in his chest with exhilaration when Suguru’s whisper broke him out of his reverie for a moment. ‘Satoru, put on a condom.’
Satoru started sliding his length along your folds, hypnotized by how smoothly he moved against you. ‘She on the pill?’ His voice sounded lazy, disconnected from his body. Suguru’s concern was only background noise to him; he didn’t think anything could stop him from claiming you.
Suguru hesitated momentarily before defeatedly huffing out, ‘Yes.’
‘Stop ruining my fun then, Suguru.’
Finding your entrance, Satoru pushed in and filled you in one thrust. He slid so easily into you he couldn’t believe you were asleep; it’s a good thing Suguru had prepared you right before this after all. You released the smallest sigh as Satoru sank the last inch into you, your eyebrows slightly scrunching but the rest of your body remaining otherwise unaware.
‘Fuckk, she’s tight.’ Satoru couldn’t help rasping the words out instead of remaining quiet. He’s always been a talker, Suguru should know that more than anyone else. You were squeezing him so perfectly, your soaked heat compelling him to start rolling his hips. Satoru started slowly thrusting in and out of you, the sight of his cock disappearing into your body entrancing him. He was trying, he truly was, to set a slow rhythm for as long as he could control himself – he didn’t want you to wake up, after all.
‘Such a good cunt, can’t believe you’ve been keeping this all – shit – to yourself.’ Your warmth was enveloping him and slightly convulsing around him and it was making him lose his composure. Possessed by the need to take more of you, he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them further around his waist to drive deeper into you. Suguru’s hold on you slipped as Satoru started rocking into you with more fervor, the sound of his length thrusting into you, of his skin slapping against yours, filling the room and only further enticing Satoru.
A whimper escaped you as Satoru started shamelessly using your body as his own personal toy, and Suguru wrapped his hands around your waist to keep you as steady as possible. Satoru kept his eyes locked on your face, taking in your features which were twisting in pain or pleasure – he didn’t mind too much which one it was –, your eyes remaining closed despite your body starting to tense up.
Satoru started grunting as his thrusts became hungrier, all earlier caution thrown out the window. Suguru could feel you starting to respond to the intrusion, your body trying to awaken, but he couldn’t have that happen. He wrapped a hand around your mouth, keeping the other one locked tightly around in your waist – was he holding you out of love for you or to keep you trapped beneath Satoru? – and bent your head to the side so he could whisper soothing words into your ear.
‘It’s alright, my love. It’s just me. It’s Suguru.’ Satoru’s hold on your thighs tightened at the sound of his friend’s voice. He was biting his lip to stop himself from giving himself away. ‘You’re doing so well, keep taking me, darling.’ Your body started relaxing at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, your subconscious finding comfort in knowing it was him who was filling you up so roughly.
Satoru could feel his release was building within him; he wanted to remain inside you for as long as possible but with the way you were squeezing around him, seeing your scrunched eyebrows and Suguru’s hand covering your mouth, he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.
‘Sugu–’, he blurted the words out before he could stop it, and suddenly Suguru lifted himself up and captured Satoru’s lips against his own. Satoru looked at Suguru in surprise, yet wasted no time in deepening the kiss, hungrily flicking his tongue against Suguru’s. The change of position only drove Satoru deeper inside you – a lewd moan escaped him, which Suguru’s lips captured and silenced as his hips bucked and he spilled his release inside you.
Satoru released your thighs to grasp the back of Suguru’s head and continue devouring him, his thoughts suddenly only revolving around the raven-haired man as his body dissolved into pure satisfaction. As his warm seed started leaking out of you, he kept chasing Suguru’s lips with his own, never having enough of him. While their kiss in Satoru’s room was rough and punishing, this one had a purely different intent. The two were purely basking in the fact that they were kissing, enjoying it for as long as they could, knowing that eventually it would have to end and Suguru would remain in bed with you while Satoru would return to his room.
It’s only when he finally started slipping out of you that Satoru released Suguru, but not before softly brushing his lips against the latter’s one last time. Satoru’s lips curved into a bold smile as he slowly removed himself off the mattress and found his boxers on the floor.
‘Thanks for the ride.’ Satoru’s gloating couldn’t be more evident – he swore he could see Suguru blushing despite it being too dark to tell.
‘Never asking for your help again, you fucking ass.’ Suguru sighed in exasperation. Honestly, he didn’t know how he lived with Satoru for so long. Looking back at your sleeping form, however, at the cum pouring out of you and into his bedsheets, Suguru admitted begrudgingly that he did know why him and Satoru worked so well together.
And as Satoru slipped out of his room – although not before throwing a wicked wink in his direction – Suguru admitted another truth to himself; that despite just saying he would never ask for Satoru’s help again, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d come knocking at his door again.