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They say you should never meet your idols.

Satoru wholeheartedly disagrees. 

This is why he's spent a small fortune on backstage passes for his favourite solo artist, the infamous Geto Suguru, who used to be in the very famous band called Curses but defected about a year ago to perform by himself, despite the band's protests and all the bad blood that followed.

Frankly, Satoru always thought Suguru was the most talented of them all, so he wholeheartedly supported his decision to leave and try something new. As the twitter account owner @sugurugetoswife who currently has 37k followers and counting, he felt like it was his duty to support Suguru in all of his endeavors, and so, of course, the moment Suguru dropped a new album, Satoru created a ton of content to promote the songs, the album, the merch — all of it. A few Suguru antis who hated him for defecting tried to harass Satoru for it, but nothing can stop him. Not when it comes to Suguru.

Will he survive the meet? Honestly, probably not. He fully expects to pass out, which is why Yuji is with him with electrolytes and an electric fan meant to make sure he doesn't die from oversweating from anticipation.

Because, well. He doesn't want to be a puddle when Suguru sees him. That's not sexy at all. Not that he's trying to be sexy; he's way out of Suguru's league. Like, way out. But, you know. He doesn't want to look stupid, either. Even if Suguru has probably seen plenty of fans faint after seeing him up close. It's only natural. He's like, literally the hottest guy on the planet. 

The show just ended with a terrific song, Satoru's new favourite, Join My Cult. The answer is, yes please. If Suguru had a cult, Satoru would be in it. No questions asked. God, he would kill to be in Suguru's cult. Hell, he should create a cult for Suguru to begin with. His twitter account is kind of culty, so. He's already halfway there.

Satoru is buzzing, waiting as the crowd starts to calm down and leave. They were almost front row (they tried but a big dude elbowed Yuji right in the face to take their place and Yuji bled everywhere), so, they're kind of stuck until more people leave so they can go backstage. 

Satoru wonders if Suguru saw him. Probably not, realistically. It's dark, and all the lights are on Suguru, not the crowd. Which is how it should be. Suguru deserves all the attention.

"I'm gonna stop by the bathroom to clean up my face before we go, is that okay?" Yuji asks.

"Sure. I should freshen up too."

As in, wash his hands. He's probably going to shake Suguru's hand, right? So, they need to be clean. Pristine. Satoru would settle for nothing less.

Plus, he’s probably not going to wash his hands for like, a really long time after Suguru touches them, so. Best to wash them now.

When they're done with their bathroom trip and Yuji doesn't look mauled anymore, they head to the backstage area with their badge and security lets them in. Satoru's heart is beating so fast he can feel it in his ears, but he ignores it. This is the most important day of his life. He's sure even his wedding day won't be as great. 

(Unless he’d get married to Suguru, of course. But like, that would never happen, so.)

They're led to a spacious room with a black leather couch and big mirrors, and Satoru is buzzing. He can't believe he's finally going to meet him. How long has Satoru been his #1 fan now? At least 5 years? Feels like longer. 

He's about to start pacing when a short brunette comes in, cigarette in her mouth. She has a bored expression on her face and Satoru instantly recognizes her as Suguru's agent, Shoko. He waits to see if Suguru is following close behind, but… no.

"Hey," Shoko says, pulling the cigarette out. "Bad news, Suguru is feeling really poorly. Threw up everywhere. I'll spare you the details, but it's bad. He can't meet you. I'll have the company refund you for your tickets, so don't worry about that. He's really sorry."

"Oh, damn…" Yuji whistles. "That sucks."

"Yes, well, as I said…"

Shoko continues talking, but Satoru can't hear her. The walls are closing in and Satoru feels shattered. Maybe it's a little overdramatic, but he had been so looking forward to meeting Suguru. He daydreamed about it, like, every single day. Thought about everything he was going to say, all the questions he was going to ask. Pictures he was going to take.

Satoru is so devatasted he's completely silent, even as Yuji and Shoko talk about the details of the refund. Frankly, Satoru doesn't give a fuck about the money. He's crestfallen that Suguru is sick. Is he going to be okay? Is it something serious? 

He doesn't get to ask. Shoko leaves just as fast as she came in and Yuji is nudging him saying that they have to leave.

Right…

Satoru allows himself to be lead back home, and he does everything on autopilot once he's there. He doesn't even understand how he ends up in bed, but whatever. He feels dead. Like, actually dead. 

This is overdramatic, even for him. He knows. But also, fuck. He really had been looking forward to this.

Crestfallen, he does the only sensible thing he can do now, which is: go on twitter.

@sugurugetoswife: didn't get to see suguru after all gang :(( sorry y'all I know I promised pics

⤷ @suguruuuuu: WHAT noooooooo what happened

⤷ @reena18: no way dude that sucks ass wtf

⤷ @cherrykitty: NOOOO

⤷ @getoismine: hah! suguru didn't want to see your ugly face

⤷ @cursesrules: damn @getoismine you're rude as fuck

More replies come pouring in. The post becomes popular within minutes, but Satoru is too exhausted to acknowledge any of it. He leaves his phone on the nightstand and puts on Suguru's latest album, hoping to drown in his music.

Eventually, sleep finds him. He doesn't know when or how, but Satoru rouses a few hours later parched and with a blinding headache. He grumbles, padding towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water and ibuprofen before he begrudgingly eats leftover pizza and lounges in the living room, wallowing in his own misery. 

His phone dings suspiciously in his bedroom, and he almost ignores it. It's probably a text from Yuji asking how he's doing, and Satoru is in no mood to talk.

But he makes his way back to the bedroom and falls face first on his bed before taking his phone and leaning his cheek against his pillow to check the notification.

His heart stops when he sees what it is.

An email.

An email from Geto Suguru Official; the same email that had sent him over his backstage passes and then refunded them the night before. 

He opens it, immediately.

And his heart stops again.

Hello, I'm personally reaching out to you against my agent's wishes because I feel terrible for canceling the meet. I would schedule another meet but I'd hate to get my biggest fan sick, so we can schedule a call instead. Let me know if that works for you.

-Suguru

Satoru has stopped breathing, he's sure. 

Suguru is writing to him? Is this a dream? Satoru reads over the email a thousand times and double-checks the sender just in case this is a scam, but it isn't. Geto Suguru has actually written to him. Offering him a virtual meet. Even if he's sick.

Satoru swoons. It's probably not personal, it's not like Suguru knows him or anything, but, wow. Satoru feels the need to twirl or pace or do anything to release that extra energy. 

But first, of course, he needs to reply to the email.

Hi! I would love to have a call, that's totally fine with me! I hope you're feeling better!

-Satoru

Wait, does this mean he's going to have Suguru's number???

The response comes within the same minute. Like, literally less than 60 seconds later. 

I'm free now. I'm free the whole day and probably tomorrow as well. Does that work for you? 

-Suguru

Oh my god, now?!!

Satoru runs to the bathroom. He looks like shit.

"It can't be now it can't be now it can't be now!" He laments, but he doesn't want to leave Suguru hanging while he takes a much needed shower to fix his hair, so, he types:

Can we say an hour? I need to look presentable haha

-Satoru

…

Oh no, why did he send that?!?

Suguru's gonna think he's a mess!!!

That's fine, don't worry about it :) there's nothing I can do to look presentable so… excuse that.

-Suguru

Satoru needs to take a biblical second and literally bite his fist because what do you mean Suguru is going to show his face to him when he doesn't think he looks presentable? Doesn't this feel so… domestic? Like Satoru's seeing him first thing in the morning waking up next to him in bed?!

Satoru takes a breath. He needs to stop. Enough daydreaming.

That's okay with me I'm sure you'll look perfect either way haha!

-Satoru

Hmm…

Was that… too flirty…

Shit shit shit—

You're too kind. I look like a rat. Didn't you need to go look presentable for me? 

-Suguru

"Hahahaha…"

Yeah.

Okay.

This is, like. Fine. Satoru will survive this. He just totally flirted with Suguru and maybe he's totally crazy but it feels like Suguru is flirting back. Which is, of course. Cool. Satoru is totally not losing his mind.

Yes! Be right back! 😋

-Satoru

He closes his phone so he doesn't get the temptation of bringing into the shower. He's done it before. It's not a good idea. He'll never get anything done.

Thankfully, the shower isn't too arduous, though Satoru keeps daydreaming and having to restart a step he's sure he forgot. Eventually he gets out of the damn thing and blow-dries his hair the way he knows makes him look good, and decides to put on just a tiny bit of makeup for good measure. Just to like, even out his skin, you know. Make him look perfect. Or, as perfect as he can be.

Not that this is a date or anything, but. Yeah.

Once done he opens his phone, and finds the email:

Here's my number xx-xxxx-xxxx call me whenever you're ready. I'll be waiting :)

-Suguru

Oh my god.

Satoru has Suguru's number.

Satoru has Suguru's number!!!

Wait.

Could this be… a prank?

No.

No, no. It came from the official email. This is legit. Suguru just… gave him his number. 

Satoru lets out a shaky breath. Is he even ready? He doesn't feel ready. But he also doesn't want to keep Suguru waiting and he's too excited to wait another second, so he dials the number on FaceTime and waits as it rings, his heart beating faster and faster with each tone.

Just when he thinks the call might go missed, the screen shifts and Suguru comes into view. He doesn't look totally disheveled, though his hair is messier than it is during his shows and social media posts and there's a massive blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"Can you hear me?" He asks, a nervous smile lifting his lips. "I don't usually do this, sorry again."

Oooooooh my god.

Satoru blanks for a second. Because, oh my god. It really is Suguru. In the flesh. Well, on his screen, but like, same thing. The Suguru is actually facetiming him. It's a dream come true. How often did Satoru daydream about calling Suguru? He must have had a thousand fake conversations with him by now. 

And now, it's happening. For real.

"Can you hear me?"

Oh, shit.

"Yes, yes! Sorry," Satoru says, sheepish. "Just a little starstruck, haha…"

"I'm afraid there's not much of a star to be struck by," Suguru chuckles, adjusting the camera before he leans back in his seat. For a moment, he's silent and Satoru wonders if the connection's been cut, but then Suguru smiles. "So did you freshen up all for me? You didn't have to."

Satoru chuckles nervously. "Is it so bad that I wanted to make a good impression on my favourite idol?"

"Not at all. I think it's cute." Suguru flashes him another smile, like they're casual friends doing a casual facetime. "Still, I hope you're not too disappointed. We can arrange for a meet when I’m back in Shibuya after my shows if you'd like. Hopefully then I'll be… more presentable."

"Are you kidding? You look hot."

Oh.

Oh, he just said that out loud.

Shit!!!

Suguru's silent for only a moment before he laughs, his cheeks turning bright red. Evident, despite the pixilated screen. "Now I know you're a liar. But thank you… you're far too kind. You're not so bad yourself."

Oh.

Oh oh oh.

"Wait, do you mean that or are you just saying that because I made you feel awkward by calling you hot? Also, bold of you to call me a liar. I have like, great eyes. I see all."

Suguru shakes his head, amusement clear on his face. "I do mean it. Don’t worry, it’d take a lot to make me feel awkward, given some of the interactions I've had."

"Oh?" Satoru lets himself fall on his couch, propping his feet on his coffee table. "Like, what?"

"Hmm…" Suguru drawls, sipping from his mug of what's probably tea, "there's been a few. Mostly stalkers though or… people who think because I looked at them in a crowd, it was a sign of… a proposal? Someone gave me clipping of their hair in a jar so I'd always have them near," he cracks a small smile at that, "not the worst, really, but still. A bit jarring."

Satoru laughs nervously. Would Suguru think he's a creep for that twitter username then? Shit, probably. He must never tell him. Then again, it's just, you know, a username. Satoru doesn't think he's actually Suguru's wife (he wishes). He's totally normal. Just, you know. Has a massive massive massive crush on him. Like, literally everyone else, so.

"This is not the same, but someone once put their underwear in my mailbox. With stains and everything."

Suguru's mouth falls open. "What? That's… my god. So I see I'm dealing with a popular guy, is that it?" he teases, smiling at Satoru.

Is this a dream???

"Kinda? But not, you know, like you. I'm sure a lot of people want to send you their underwear."

"They do," Suguru sighs, "I suppose I appreciate the sentiment, though I'm not sure what I'm expected to do with it. What would you do?" He abruptly pauses. "I'm sorry. That's so inappropriate. I didn't mean to ask that—"

"I pranked my friend Nanami by putting it in his car and made him think someone fucked me there," Satoru interrupts. 

Mmmm…

Maybe he shouldn't have said that to his favourite idol. Not the best look. But like, it was so funny. Nanami was sooooo mad.

Suguru's silent for a moment and just as Satoru starts to wonder if he pushed it a little too far, Suguru bursts into laughter. It's quick to come to an end with coughs, but there's still a grin on his face.

"So you're the prankster of your friend group?" He asks. "I'm learning a great deal about my biggest fan."

"Me and Yuji are both the pranksters. But I'm the mastermind, of course."

"Oh? And is Yuji your partner?"

Satoru lets out a very loud gasp. "Noooooo! No, I'm single. Like super super single!"

It's kind of ridiculous that he's insistent like that; it's not like he has a chance with the Geto Suguru™, but still. Him and Yuji? Of course not. And besides, Satoru has very high standards when it comes to dating. It can't just be anyone.

And maybe, just maybe, he compares everyone to Suguru and no one ever comes close, so.

Suguru laughs, holding his hands up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to suggest something so awful. I'm single also… not that it's relevant, but since we're on the topic…" he trails off, taking another long sip of his tea.

Oh.

Does Satoru dare?

Does Satoru dare say what's on his mind?

Fuck it. He's probably never going to speak to Suguru again, so, if he embarrasses himself, he'll just have to live with the fact that his favourite idol thinks he's a fool, but at least he won't have to see him, like, every day!

But oooh, wouldn't that be nice…

"I mean," Satoru clears his throat. "It is relevant. You know. To me."

"Oh?" Suguru smiles the slightest, but it's enough for the camera to catch. "I suppose you make it your business to know everything about me?"

"Kinda, yeah. I hope that's not too creepy?"

"Not at all. You wouldn't be my biggest fan if you didn't know about me, now would you?" Suguru flashes him a smile. "But then it's only fair if I know everything about you… to even out the playing field."

Oh.

Oh oh oh.

Is this flirting? 

Like, actually?

No way, but also—

Well, okay. Suguru might be saying that just because he's trying to be nice. Still, Satoru is not going to pass up on the opportunity, so. 

He starts by telling him every little random fact he can think of about himself, like how he fell down a hill when he was five because he wanted to skip rope on the way down, or how he was allergic to strawberries until the age of 10 when the allergy seemed to mysteriously disappear.

He tells him about how he's been in college only because he's bored and not because he actually needs to eventually work, having inherited a small fortune. He tells him about his friend group, from Nanami who's always annoyed with him to Utahime who wants him dead, and of course Yuji and Sukuna, the wonder brothers who both adore him. 

Okay, maybe he's exagerrating a little and Sukuna would quite literally push his face into a toilet bowl for saying that, but hey. 

Suguru listens intently, laughing at times but mostly smiling and nodding along to everything Satoru has to say. Like every word is worth hanging on to. 

"You have a very colorful life," he finally says, "I could listen to you talk for hours. I'm afraid even with my own tumultuous life, I don't have much to say."

"That can't be right! Tell me something about you. Something the media doesn't know. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

Suguru chuckles. "My agent would advise me against this, but let's see…" he sighs, contemplatively drumming his fingers against his mug, "I may or may not have stolen a car in my youth and crashed it. I also from time to time hang out on social media against said agent's advice under a secret username. I like to be involved in the arguments against me — I once started a rumor that I had kids and was married just to see what people would say."

"Wait, no way, really? That was you?!"

Satoru had lost so much sleep over it! Dying from jealousy!

Suguru laughs, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah. I felt a bit bad about it after, but I was kind of curious to see what proof people would have to use to confirm or deny the rumors. Were you a denier of this terrible allegation?"

"Yes…"

Suguru's smirk only grows. "Do you think we've ever gotten into arguments online and never knew about it? What's your username?"

"Oh, um, haha… huh…"

Shit, can he say it?

Part of him thinks it's a terrible idea but also… he kind of wants Suguru to know. He's not sure why. Maybe this is yet another of his attempts at flirting. The conversation has been going so well too, he feels like it's almost… right, to say it. 

Maybe he's just too high on talking to Suguru to realize this might be a huge mistake. Who knows.

"It's, uh, @sugurugetoswife…"

"That's you?" Suguru gasps, and just as Satoru worries he might've said the wrong thing, Suguru laughs. "That's amazing. I know you. I've definitely seen your posts… you really are my biggest fan, aren't you?"

Satoru flushes at that, and sheepishly nods. 

"Though I guess saying you're my wife would the better term here, wouldn't it?" Suguru teases. 

Oh.

Oh my god.

Satoru's breath catches. Actually, he forgets to breathe altogether. Did Suguru actually say that? Like, actually actually? Or is this a fever dream? Feels like a fever dream. Like, the biggest fever dream Satoru's ever had.

Did Suguru actually just call him his wife?

"My account name was a bit on the nose… @notsugurugeto. I don't think anyone ever caught on," Suguru continues, as if he didn't just kill Satoru and make his heart restart in the same breath.

"Oh, um…"

Shit shit shit what did Suguru say? Satoru thinks he mentioned the name of his account, but Satoru was so far gone in lalaland he's honestly not sure. 

"You're making a face," Suguru points out, "I definitely hope we've never argued before. I think I'd remember… are you okay?"

"Yes," Satoru squeaks. He clears his throat, and realizes his throat is very, very dry. "Just a moment," he says, disappearing from view and putting his phone down before he goes and finishes a water bottle in one go, resting against his wall and steadying his heart. 

You're my wife.

Those words came out of Suguru's mouth. As part of a larger sentence, but still. Satoru wishes he had recorded it, somehow. 

No, that'd probably be a violation of some sort. 

Satoru shakes his head and makes his way back to his phone, plastering a smile on his face. "Hi, sorry. Needed some water. We've been talking a lot."

"You're right, I didn't mean to take up so much of your time," Suguru offers him a small smile, "I hope I haven't been boring you too much. I took some cough medication, it's probably making me slow. Do you need to go?"

"No," Satoru replies. He never wants this call to end. "Also, what are you talking about, boring me? Taking up too much of my time? This is literally the best day of my life."

Maybe Satoru is hallucinating, but Suguru's face is definitely getting red. "Now you're just being too kind. I'm sure you've had many lovely days. But… I'm enjoying this too. More so than previous ones in the past… don't tell anyone, though."

Satoru feels mildly jealous that other fans had access to Suguru like this, but, like, that's irrational and crazy, so, he doesn't say it. Instead, he says:

"Maybe we can do this again?" 

His tone is hopeful, and a little sheepish. He's probably asking for too much, but, isn't it better to at least try? What if Suguru says yes?

"Really?" Suguru doesn't seem like he minds at all. He even looks surprised. "I'd like that. I don't speak to people much outside of my agent and some friends, and even then… I tend to be a shut-in," he laughs, "maybe this'll force me to socialize. Not that I'm being forced. I'm having a lovely time with you."

Satoru grins. God, this really is the best day of his life. "Yeah? For real?"

"Mhm. I feel like I can be myself, instead of… you know, an idol. The brand. So thank you… I think I really needed this. Especially after the week I've had."

"Getting sick? Or… something else?"

Suguru sighs, slumping and setting aside his forgotten mug. "Well getting sick certainly sucks, but… I've been a bit uninspired lately. Makes it hard to you know, keep up." He offers Satoru a smile. "But it's nothing you need to hear about."

"Oh… That must be hard with your tour, then…? Or are you uninspired now because you left the band?"

Satoru had been under the impression that had been for the best, but maybe not?

"Touring is hard," Suguru admits after a moment, "I'm better without the band, but I guess it's lonelier too." He offers Satoru a small smile. "Talking to you's actually helped me a lot."

Oh?

"I mean, we can do this every day if you want," Satoru offers, casually, as if he's not gnawing off at the bars of his enclosure at the thought.

"Really?" Suguru smiles. "You wouldn't mind? I'd love it."

"You're so funny. In what world would I mind? I would literally give you all my money to talk to you every day."

"Please, that won't be necessary," Suguru chuckles, "you don't have to pay for this and since you have my number… feel free to reach out to me whenever you want. Anytime."

Anytime???

"Really? For real?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be lying to you," Suguru smiles, "you're my wife after all, aren't you?"

Oh.

Oh.

Satoru's breath hitches. Loudly. He tries not to look but he can see in the small corner of his screen that he is completely red. Of course he is. Suguru called him his wife. Again. And this time, it was…

"You okay?" Suguru asks, both sounding sincere and teasing. Somehow that contradiction is possible. "You've gone all quiet."

"You called me your wife. My heart literally stopped. For like, five whole minutes."

Suguru chuckles. "Five whole minutes? Goodness. That sounds serious. How shall we remedy that, hmm?"

My god.

Satoru almost says 'kiss me back to life', but that would be, like, completely insane, so he doesn't.

Instead, he says, "I get to call you later tonight?"

Which maybe is pushing it too, but it's not that crazy. They just agreed to talking every day, so.

"Hmm tonight…" Suguru considers the suggestion and then smiles, nodding, "I'd love that. I will probably be in bed rotting anyway."

"Do you think you'll be okay for your next show in two days?"

Satoru worries…

"Of course. The miracle of energy drinks and makeup. I would never make people go home disappointed after paying to see me. Some people even have to travel. Will you be watching?"

"…Yes. I stalk all of the livestreams on TikTok."

Suguru grins. "I'd expect nothing less of my biggest fan. I'll perform better knowing you're watching."

Satoru blushes. "Now you're just messing with me."

"I wouldn't dare," Suguru smiles, "I'm not cruel. I'd hate to let you down. Maybe after I can give you a call?"

Satoru grins, biting down his lip excitedly. "Wow, I'm really getting the VIP treatment, huh. This meet is like, the best investment I ever made."

"Well, rest assured I haven't given out my number to just anyone I've ever met or I'd have a lot of trouble on my hands… but something tells me I can trust you."

"You totally can. I'm a jealous freak, so no way I'd share this number with anyone."

Hmmmmm, maybe Satoru shouldn't have put it like that, but…

Suguru doesn't seem like he minds. Though he does look a little surprised. Still, there's a tiny smile on his face. "I can see that. Are you always this possessive or just with your favorite artists?"

"Just with one."

"You flatter me, Satoru," Suguru purrs, "well I've met many fans but you… I'd say you're my favorite."

"Because I'm your wife?"

And now he's saying it. 

Bold, so bold. But Suguru is feeding his ego and that is a very, very dangerous thing. 

But now Suguru's silent so that can't be a good thing, but he's also smiling and maybe Satoru is the slightest bit delusional, but there's definitely a twinkle in Suguru's eyes.

"Exactly. It's as if you read my mind."

God. 

Is Satoru dead, and he has ascended to heaven? It sure feels like it. Suguru is definitely flirting with him now, right? Like, Satoru is not imagining this?

The call goes on for another hour, during which Satoru gets increasingly convinced Suguru is actually flirting with him. He doesn't ask to make sure, because that'd be crazy, but he does blush like a fool every time, even if he manages to keep aura points because his ego is fed every time and keeps on growing.

It gets worse the more they call. Or, better, if you ask Satoru. Definitely better, because Suguru is definitely flirting (he called Satoru beautiful just the other day when Satoru had picked up his call fresh out of the shower) and Suguru definitely likes him (he almost said it, one night when he was facetiming Satoru before bed after one of his shows, and then caught himself before he could deliver the line. But Satoru definitely understood.)

They've been at this for weeks now, while Suguru finishes up his tour. Calls every day, sometimes more than once. Sometimes for hours on end. One time they went to bed at 4 A.M., though for Suguru it was a bit earlier in the night than that. Still. 

They're on one of their daily calls right now, and Suguru is in his hotel, his hair still wet from his shower. He looks sexy as hell, and Satoru really likes that he couldn't wait to call him. Suguru initiates most of their calls, actually, which makes Satoru so damn fluttery inside. He doesn't have to chase after his idol. If anything, sometimes, it feels like Suguru is chasing him.

"So," Suguru suddenly says, a secretive smile on his lips. "I'm coming to Shibuya this weekend."

Oh.

Satoru instantly flushes. Is it to see him? It has to be to see him. Suguru lives in Hokkaido. He told him as much on call #18. Satoru remembers. 

Still, Satoru asks, "are you coming to do anything special?"

"You could say that," Suguru drawls cryptically, the smile bright on his face. "I'm going to be visiting someone very special."

"Oh? And who might that be?"

Please say me please say me please say—

"Who else?" Suguru chuckles. "You. I'm looking forward to it."

Satoru blushes and he bites down his lip as he grins, unable to contain his excitement. Still, because he's a little shit, he says:

"What if I'm not free?"

Suguru's face suddenly falls. "That can't be right. You've told me your schedule in great detail, I know you're not…" he trails off, narrowing his eyes, "you're teasing me."

Satoru grins. "Yeah. I am."

It's been a development in their budding relationship, Satoru teasing him. Being a little jester, once he'd felt more comfortable and didn't fear Suguru would just stop talking to him if he started being more like… well, himself. Suguru smiles every time, unbothered and… maybe even fond with how his eyes twinkle.

It's no different now as he shakes his head and chuckles.

"You scared me. I don't know why I believed you anyway… I know you'll make time for me no matter what."

"Oh? You're that convinced?" Satoru teases. 

Suguru's not wrong. If Satoru had anything planned, he would cancel it on sight. 

"Oh yes, very. I know my wife won't let me down." And there it is. Suguru's dirty trick, like he knows exactly what it does to Satoru every time he says it.

Like clockwork, Satoru flushes from head to toe. 

But he has an ace up his sleeve, too.

"You're right, I could never let my husband down."

"Of course not," Suguru replies with that easy smile of his, but they've been talking so often now that he catches the slight higher pitch to Suguru's tone and how his smile tightens when he gets flustered and unfortunately for him, the room he's in is well lit enough to show the reddening of his neck all the way to his cheeks. "I might bring a gift with me."

Satoru's eyes shine with excitement. "What is it?"

"Well… I might've gotten you a few things but I'm excited for you to try the assortment of sweets I got from every city I was in. You mentioned you have a sweet tooth right? I figured you might like to try new things."

From every city???

Satoru feels warm all over, his breath getting caught in his throat. "That's so thoughtful," he says, a little choked up. 

Suguru thought of him in every city he was in, going so far as to buy him sweets from every place? 

"You don't think it's stupid?" Suguru asks with a small laugh. "I worried you might think it's silly."

"Why would I ever think that? I'm swooning."

"Oh?" Suguru's smile widens. "Tell me more about how I make you swoon, I'm enjoying hearing this…"

"Mmmmmm, or, I keep it a secret to ensure you come here and see me."

Suguru's mouth drops open in a mock gasp. "That's terrible… you wouldn't do that to me, would you? Your beloved husband?"

"Mmmmm, yes. Every marriage has secrets."

"Wow, I'm learning of a whole new side to you," Suguru clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "it really is the people closest to you and here I was going to offer you to a dinner at my place…"

Satoru gasps. "You have a place here?!"

How did he not know this after speaking every day for weeks?!

Suguru blinks. "Oh. Yes, I do. I don't often stay there so I just… forgot about it. But yes. I do. Would you like to see it? It's not the most extravagant place, though."

Oh my god, this is a dream come true. Suguru is inviting him to his place. Well, one of them. Still. Satoru is buzzing. Will this be a date? God please, let it be a date. They've been flirting for weeks. Part of Satoru can't even believe it. He gets to flirt with his favorite idol of all time? Call him his husband?! 

Sometimes, Satoru really wonders if he's just hallucinating all this and being a freak all on his own. So when he meets Suguru… 

It'll finally be, without a doubt, real. 

"Are you kidding? I'd love to see your place," Satoru replies. "You know, some of my followers would kill me for this."

Satoru's kept this little arrangement a secret from them. He could have told everyone he gets to talk to the Suguru every single day now and learns things about him that no one else on twitter knows, but he decided to keep it a secret. It feels more precious, that way. Even if Satoru would have loved making everyone absolutely lose their minds and die from jealousy. 

"I bet they would," Suguru chuckles, "I don't know why, either. It's just a normal apartment like everyone else's… it's not particularly stylish or expensive either," he shrugs, "I want a home to feel like a home, you know? Instead of a set. It'll be nice having you there."

Does this mean Suguru thinks that Satoru being there would make it home?  

Satoru preens at the thought, though he doesn't voice it. Instead he asks Suguru what sweets he bought him exactly, though Suguru is intent on not answering him despite all of Satoru's begging. 

The call ends the same as it always does, with Suguru smiling at Satoru so fondly it makes his heart ache and his cheeks darken. Not that he acknowledges either. Besides, he's sure Suguru knows the effect of That Smile™ on him anyway.

(Satoru really hopes his smiles make him feel the same way, too.)

The weekend takes forever to arrive, and by the time Saturday finally rolls around, Satoru is bouncing off the walls. He's meeting Suguru at his apartment at 6 PM sharp, and although Satoru is known for being late, he will not even be a second past 6 at Suguru's doorstep. Honestly, he almost camped up there, but that would have been creepy, so. He did the normal-ish thing and arrived thirty minutes early and waited until it was 5:58 PM and he cracked, knocking on the door.

He nervous sweats like an idiot, but he knew that would happen so he applied extra strong antiperspirant on every problematic area. 

Though when the door finally opens and Satoru is standing right in front of Suguru, he forgets all about that. He forgets about everything. He stands there, his heart stammering against his chest, his eyes wide, because, oh my god, Suguru is even more beautiful in person and up close. 

But of course he is. Satoru should have known he would take his breath away. Like, literally. Satoru forgot how to breathe. It uses the lungs, right?

"I think it's customary to say hello?" Suguru teases, a smile lifting his lips as he steps to the side. "Do you want to come in or have dinner out here?"

Satoru huffs a little. "Can't a guy be awestruck meeting his husband for the first time?" He asks, stepping inside to hide his blush. "If anything, I'm offended you still managed to speak."

"It's only because I've been practicing, dear," Suguru shuts the door, "maybe I want to impress my wife, but between you and me… I'm not sure I'll last the night."

Oh.

Oh oh oh.

Satoru pushes past the erratic way his heart beats to turn and tilts his head, a smirk curving his lips. "Is that so?"

"I'm afraid so," Suguru gives him a sheepish smile. "I think my wife underestimated how weak I am. I think maybe a hug might help, actually."

Will he survive a hug? Satoru feels like if they touch, he'll either faint or just jump Suguru on the spot. 

No, no, no. He can manage. He can. He'll just, like, have to focus really hard not to forget to breathe or pop a boner. 

It's just a hug.

It'll be fine.

Right?

"Come here," Satoru says, opening up his arms. Suguru doesn't allow him more time to ponder this and envelops him into a tight hug that leaves zero space between them.

Okay, so maybe he will get hard.

No, no, no. He can behave. 

"I've been dying to do this," Suguru admits with a breathy sigh of content that caresses Satoru's neck. "I'm so happy you're here."

God. Satoru melts. He's literally a puddle. Suguru is the one holding him in one piece, truly.

It takes him a moment too long to wrap his arms around him too, too awestruck and frozen in place to remember he's supposed to hug him back. 

It feels surreal. So surreal. He has Geto Suguru in his arms. A man he's been casually calling his husband for weeks now. A man he's been a fan of for years, long before he thought he could ever meet him, much less spend time together on a daily basis.

And now, they're in each other's arms.

Wow.

"This isn't weird, is it?" Suguru asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he draws back just enough to look at Satoru's face, which brings them too close. "My agent's been on my case and…" he sighs, "you wanted to come, right? You didn't just say yes because you felt obligated to?"

Huh?

"Why would I feel obligated to?"

"Because I'm… well," Suguru's face starts to turn a concerning shade of red that definitely doesn't show as brightly on camera, "she said it's because I'm an idol, your… favorite, so to speak. She doesn't want me caught up in a scandal…" he trails off, "I just want you to be comfortable with me."

Satoru raises a brow. "Why would we be caught in scandal? I have no intention of divorcing you, you know."

"Oh?" Suguru's expression eases up into a gentle smile and he chuckles. "I'm glad to hear it, I don't think I'd be able to let my wife go to begin with. Not without some groveling and begging, of course."

Satoru's eyes widen with excitement at the thought of Suguru begging, but he forces himself to calm down before he starts to like, literally salivate or something. 

"So, where's my gift?" Satoru asks, looking around as if it would magically materialize.

Suguru chuckles. "Right, I forgot that's the entire reason you're here." He finally pulls away from Satoru and heads into the spacious and brightly lit kitchen to pull a well decorated expensive looking box out of the cabinet. He sets it down on the counter and pops it open, turning it in Satoru's direction. "Have your pick. There's two others and a few other things you can take home with you. It's nothing, really. You mentioned Digimon, right?" Only a hundred times. "I think there were these… exclusive packs on sale? First edition? I really can't remember, but I got you one."

Satoru is so moved. Like, what do you mean, this perfect guy Satoru's been obsessed with for years has bought him multiple things, including Digimon cards, just because Satoru mentioned it once?

Okay, not once. He mentioned it multiple times. Still! Satoru is going to explode with how much affection he's feeling. It's a miracle he doesn't just jump Suguru right here and there, but, his mind is still moving too fast and he blurts out, without thinking:

"Oh my god, I so love you."

Oh.

Shit.

Satoru freezes. In fact, he's pretty sure the entire world freezes. Silence fills the room and Satoru widens his eyes, swallowing hard and realizing he might have completely fucked things up. 

It's too soon to say something like that. Hell, they're not even dating. Sure, they've been dancing around it and it really feels like they're heading in that direction, but still. You don't drop an 'I love you' until several months of dating, right? Fuck, Satoru doesn't even know. He's never even been in a proper relationship, just weird situationships here and there that never led to anything because Satoru would get bored within a week. 

Fuck fuck fuck.

"I, um… I meant…" Satoru starts, though he's not even sure how he can salvage this. 

And yet, Suguru gives him a smile even though there's visible red once again turning his pale cheeks flushed. "You're my wife, aren't you?" He asks simply, and maybe it's his way of giving Satoru an out, by falling back onto the playful way they've been referring to each other. "And I think I very much so enjoy spoiling you."

"Hah… yeah…"

Okay. So Satoru is in the clear. Suguru is not like, throwing him out or anything. Good? Though he feels awkward as fuck. Holy shit, he didn't realize he had to watch his mouth that much. He'll have to be more careful before he starts making more love declarations…

"You can sit down," Suguru offers, "I prepared some tea and dinner will be ready soon. I thought maybe you'd consider takeout, but… I really wanted to cook for you."

"Wow. Sounds like you want to woo me."

…

Oh my god, why does Satoru ever speak?!

Suguru blinks at him, his brows arched. Shit. He said the wrong thing—

"Maybe I do," Suguru interrupts his rapidly derailing train of thought, "what would you say to that?"

Oh.

"…please do it more?"

Suguru laughs. "That was already the goal. I intend on wooing my wife any chance I get. How does that sound, Satoru?"

God, he's swooning. He really needs to sit his ass down before he actually melts into a puddle on the floor. Or, like, jumps Suguru. Fuck, he wants to jump him so bad. Like, literally climb his body and kiss him everywhere.

Later, maybe?

Satoru shivers at the thought. Will he actually get to touch him? Kiss him? Satoru will need to not faint if (when) that happens. Because it's going to happen, right? This is where they're heading? Fuck, Satoru really hopes this is where they're heading. 

But for now, he sits his ass down and just offers Suguru a grin because he doesn't trust whatever's going to come out of his mouth if he dares talk.

"You look extremely suspicious," Suguru points out as he brings out plates and cutlery to the table. "I didn't have time to bake, so I got you cheesecake from a nearby bakery. Is that okay?"

"Suguru," Satoru says, blue eyes glued to him, unblinking. "You could serve me dumpster food and it'd still be okay."

"Satoru…" Suguru clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "what an offensive thing to say. My wife deserves the absolute best."

He steps out of the kitchen, setting the table up with various side dishes varying from rice to vegetables before he brings out the main dish, piles of stir fried noodles and grilled meats on skewers, neatly organized. Then come the various tiny bowls of dipping sauces. He really went all out for Satoru.

"I'm free tomorrow too," he says as he pours Satoru a glass of water, "you know, if you… want to do something."

"Like a date?"

The words come tumbing out, but Satoru doesn't want to throw himself out of the window for them. It was heading in that direction, right? It's not a weird suggestion. They've been dancing around it, so…

"Yes," Suguru says before Satoru can spiral. "Exactly like a date," he takes his seat across and smiles nervously, "would that be okay?"

"Yes. I've been waiting for you to ask me."

"Have you now?" Suguru laces his fingers under his chin. "Then I suppose it's safe to say… I was hoping this would be considered a dinner date?"

Satoru nods. "Yes. That is acceptable."

Acceptable. Satoru's about to rise to his feet and do an ecstatic dance and sing kumbaya. 

"I'm glad to hear it," Suguru smiles, "and you're free… all of tomorrow?"

"For you? I'm free every second of every day."

Suguru's cheeks flush and he smiles. "Then, I can keep you here as late as I want? I'd just hate to intrude on any plans you might have."

What plans?

"My only plans are to be seduced by you," Satoru boldly says, "which is going great, by the way."

"Is it? I'm worried I'm being too subtle," Suguru chuckles, "great, you say? Way to stroke my ego. Is it safe to say then that I want you to stay the night?"

!!!!

Satoru is like, internally screaming. It's a miracle he doesn't actually scream. An even bigger miracle he manages to keep a straight face. Somewhat. Ish. He's grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh? And where would I sleep?"

Suguru hums, long and hard. "I was thinking… if you'd be so inclined, my bed's big enough to fit two."

"That's a shame. I was hoping it'd be small and I'd get to sleep on top of you."

"You still might have to," Suguru muses with a sigh, "I take up a lot of space, so you'll probably have to stay really close."

"Oh?" Satoru leans forward, chin on his hands. "This night keeps getting better and better."

"What would make it even better for you?" Suguru asks, his foot lightly nudging Satoru's ankle under the table. "I know as far as dates go, this isn't the most lavish thing, but… I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Aw, Suguru. Do you not know me at all?" Satoru teases, daring to take Suguru's hand into his own. "I don't need a lavish date, I just need a date with you."

Suguru's lips quirk into a fond smile and he gently squeezes Satoru's hand. 

"Good. I've wanted the same," Suguru admits, his cheeks still reddened as he carefully lifts Satoru's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the surface. Oh. "Since our first call, to be honest, but I didn't want to be hasty. I wanted to properly woo you."

Satoru's breath audibly hitches and he blushes. Since our first call? Of course Satoru felt the same, but then again he's been daydreaming about dating his favourite idol for years. To Suguru, he was just a fan. 

"So what did it for you? The blue eyes? My impeccable skin? Maybe my hair. My hair looks great."

Suguru chuckles. "Well, those were definitely winners, but…" he sighs, looking down at the table for a moment, "there's no other way to put this, but usually people who speak to me see nothing more than the idol they worship or… something out of their fantasies, which, great. I suppose that's what I'm meant for, but… you saw beyond that, I don't know. I could just tell. You were so kind and sincere. I felt really shitty before the call, being sick and all, but so uninspired," he lifts his gaze to Satoru's, "you reminded me why I wanted to do all of this in the first place. You're very special, Satoru."

Oh.

Satoru feels… so touched.

It's not the first time Suguru's made him feel like this. And it probably won't be the last. 

(It can't be the last.)

Perhaps Satoru's next move is a little bold, but he doesn't care. He rises to his feet and suddenly plops himself in Suguru's lap, watching as Suguru’s eyes widen and he looks up at him, surprised. Satoru's hands rest on Suguru's shoulders, blue eyes unblinking as they stare into Suguru's bright amber ones, burning with curiosity.

"I'm going to kiss you now," Satoru declares, and dips his head before Suguru can say anything and kisses him. 

Suguru lets out a quiet hum of surprise that quickly dissolves into a pleased moan as he slowly wraps his arms around Satoru's waist. The kiss is returned in earnest and Suguru even deepens it with a careful swipe of his tongue over Satoru's lips, demanding entrance Satoru easily grants him. 

Satoru's stomach does a flip, his heart thundering against his chest. Part of him can hardly believe it. He's kissing Suguru, and it isn't a dream. Or like, maybe it totally is a dream, but holy fuck if it is, Satoru hopes he never wakes up and can stay in this bubble with Suguru forever, kissing him endlessly. 

A quiet moan escapes Suguru as he squeezes Satoru's hips, momentarily breaking the kiss to exhale shakily. His lips are already reddened and shimmering with saliva, his eyes hazy as they regard Satoru.

He looks so fucking sexy.

"I'm… going to get hard if you keep this up," Suguru warns quietly, his voice already hoarse and ragged as he watches Satoru like he can’t wait to devour him. 

"And that's a problem why?" 

"In case you wanted to stop," Suguru murmurs, leaning forward to steal a softer kiss than the one they had just shared. "Otherwise, I'd like to take you to my bedroom."

Satoru feels a little guilty for initiating this now when there's food on the table, but, also, like, how was he not supposed to climb in Suguru's lap and kiss him like there's no tomorrow after saying something like that? 

"Please do," Satoru murmurs, kissing Suguru again and again, fingers threading through his long, ridiculously soft hair that pools out from between his fingers like silk. He's been obsessed with that hair for so long, and now, he can touch it.

Suguru doesn't say anything else and easily gets up out of his seat, his grip firm around Satoru's thighs to keep him in place. Not once does he break from the kiss as he carries Satoru to what is presumably the bedroom. He doesn't break the kiss even when he sits down on the bed, all the while keeping Satoru firmly against his body. Like he can’t bear to let Satoru go.

"Satoru…" he murmurs, only then his lips pulling away from Satoru's, "I want to see you," his gentle fingers graze at the skin of Satoru's hip. "Please."

Please.

If a few months ago you'd have told Satoru that Geto Suguru would be begging to see him naked, he'd have laughed and called you insane. All the while secretly hoping for it to happen one day and maybe asking an Etsy witch to make it happen, but. Still. He'd have called you insane.

And yet, now, here he is. About to have sex with the Geto Suguru. But not just that. He's about to have sex with Suguru. His Suguru. The one he sees early in the morning on his phone and late at night before bed. The one who texts him pictures of sunsets and flowers and cute selfies with a peace sign. The one who laughs at all his jokes, even when they're not funny at all, eyes screwed shut and everything. The one no one else gets to see but him.

"Take my clothes off," Satoru all but demands, his hands firm on Suguru's cheeks as he leans down to kiss him again, moaning against those beautiful lips. Suguru hums quietly into the kiss, his fingers gripping at the ends of Satoru's shirt to lift it over his head, breaking their kiss for a few agonizing seconds. 

Eager hands splay across Satoru's back, caressing and stroking the skin as if it's a treasure that needs to be thoroughly inspected and unraveled.

"You're so soft…" Suguru murmurs, shifting their positions to gently lay Satoru down onto the bed. He makes quick work of ridding Satoru of his pants and underwear, a man on a mission. He only stops long enough to discard his pants and yank his own shirt over his head before he's pressing back against Satoru, a starving man as his teeth latch on his sensitive neck. "I want to put my mouth on you," he whispers, his breath tickling Satoru's neck, "may I?"

Satoru shivers at the thought. He nods, because there's no way in hell he'd ever say no to that. 

Another kiss is pressed to Satoru's jaw as Suguru descends his body, trailing sizzling kisses down between his legs where he delicately wraps his fingers around Satoru's leaking cock.  

"I can't say I haven't thought about this," Suguru murmurs, his strokes light and almost teasing as he presses sweet kisses to the insides of Satoru's thighs, bringing his mouth closer and closer to Satoru's cock. "Have you?"

"Yes," Satoru huffs. Of course he has. "I was thinking about this before we even met," he admits, bringing his hand to Suguru's hair and brushing his fingers through the strands. "It got worse after we started calling. Way worse."

"Yeah?" Suguru kisses the tip of Satoru's cock ever so sweetly before dragging his tongue over the slit. "Did you have fantasies about me fucking you after my shows?"

"Yes," Satoru moans, arching into Suguru's touch, desperate to get his cock into the warmth of his idol’s mouth. "I thought about surprising you at one of your shows, sneaking backstage looking all pretty and then you'd be overcome with the urge to fuck me against the wall…"

"That's very hot," Suguru murmurs, wrapping his lips slowly around Satoru's cock and sucking on it languidly, his tongue stroking the underside with feather-light licks, clearly determined to bring Satoru to ruin. "I hope this isn't ruining the fantasy," he adds, pulling free for only a brief moment before he starts to drag his tongue along the length of Satoru's leaking cock.

Satoru barks a laugh but it sounds more like a wheeze-snort than a laugh. It's like, a really ugly sound. Satoru hates himself for making it. "Only you would think having your mouth on my cock would somehow ruin any fantasy. You're crazy."

"For you? Yes," Suguru purrs, "you've been driving me insane." He wraps his lips around Satoru's cock once more and this time, it isn't light or teasing and his licks aren't gentle in the least. Without warning, he completely takes Satoru down his throat, his nails digging into Satoru's thighs to keep him from bucking.

"Fuuuuuuck," Satoru drawls out, closing his eyes and biting down onto his lip in a feeble attempt to stop himself from whining. It doesn't work. He whines, he moans, he even whimpers when Suguru hollows out his cheeks and sucks harder, determined to apparently suck Satoru's soul out of his dick. 

Gentle hands massage his thighs as Suguru bobs his head at a growing pace. When he pulls back, he replaces his mouth with his hand.

"I want to be inside you," he rasps, "I want to make you cum and then I want to fuck you."

Fuck fuck fuck. Satoru nods because oh my god Suguru wants to fuck him. With his dick. God, it must be massive. Just because. Suguru looks like someone who's hung.

"Yes yes yes," Satoru babbles, bobbing his head as he thrusts in Suguru's hand, desperate for more, already desperate to cum. His body feels like it's on fire. Maybe he'll even combust. There are worst ways to go, he supposes. Death by orgasm by your favourite idol-slash-husband sounds great.

"I can't wait to get my fingers and cock inside you…" Suguru murmurs almost drunkenly, continuing to stroke Satoru as he lowers his head between his thighs and drags his tongue over Satoru's hole.

"Oh, fuck!" Satoru yelps. It feels so… so…

Oh, right, shit.

"Wait wait wait," Satoru says, letting out a very shaky breath. "I forgot to tell you something."

Suguru freezes, his motions coming to a halt as he lifts his head, his features twisted with worry. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just… huh…" Satoru clears his throat. "This may or may not be my first time? If that matters."

…

Silence.

Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, but—

"Of course it matters…" Suguru's face softens and he smiles, moving back up Satoru's body to connect their lips into a deep kiss. He continues to motions of his wrist, though light enough that it leaves Satoru teetering over the edge. "I was going to make it perfect for you regardless, but… now I'll really have to make this memorable." 

"It would be memorable even if I didn't get to cum," Satoru says, and Suguru raises a brow at that, so Satoru laughs. "Okay okay, I do want to cum. More than once. But, like, you know. No pressure."

"I'm not worried," Suguru smiles, "I know I'll make you cum. More than once." He brushes his thumb over the slit of Satoru's cock. "Can you manage? No pressure, of course…"

"I can cum more than once!" Satoru insists, like it's a challenge. Maybe it is. That tone… "I've once cum literally four time thinking about you. I can manage."

"Four? Wow," Suguru whispers, his eyes full of complete adoration and fondness as he once again slips down between Satoru's legs. "Then five won't be an issue for you. You'll do great…" he drags his tongue over Satoru's hole without warning.

"Five?!" Satoru yelps, fisting the bedsheets beside him. Fuck, having a tongue on his asshole really feels like something else. He thinks he could probably cum from that alone. "I think you want me to die. You're plotting murder."

"Oh I wouldn't dare," Suguru chuckles, pressing his tongue in with slow and delicate strokes, "are you going to cum for me, Satoru?"

"Yes," Satoru replies, because he's already so close it's ridiculous. "This feels… really good…"

"I bet it does," Suguru purrs, stroking Satoru's cock faster, but then like the cheat that he is, he slips a finger in with his tongue, pressing it deeper and deeper inside of Satoru.

"Fuck!" 

Satoru cums without warning, though perhaps the build-up was warning enough. He spills all over his stomach, untouched, his thighs trembling and his knuckles turning white from how hard he grips at the bedsheets. He whines, and it only spurs Suguru on, his finger thrusting languidly in and out of Satoru as he lifts his head to press delicate kisses over his thighs.

"Four to go," he says, releasing Satoru's cock to reach over to the drawer for a bottle of what's probably lube. "Can you keep going?"

"Y-Yes…"

Ugh, ew, he's stuttering. Like a blushy virgin.

Well, he technically is one.

Still.

"Good. I want to be inside you, but not yet…" 

Suguru pours a generous amount of lube onto his hand and some over Satoru’s hole. He brings his hand back between Satoru's legs, slipping not one but two fingers inside him with ease.

"Is this how you touched yourself when you thought about me?" Suguru asks, curling his fingers.

"Ah!" Satoru exclaims, clenching hard around Suguru's fingers. He nods, pathetically, because this is all he can manage right now.

"Did you ever do it after our calls… or before them?" Suguru asks, wrapping his free hand around Satoru's slowly hardening cock. "Because that would be really hot…"

Satoru nods, too far gone to be able to tell Suguru that one time, he may even have had his hand on his cock while Suguru was talking. He didn't really do anything, of course, because Satoru wouldn't have been able to hide it for shit, but still. Suguru had been fresh out of the shower, hair wet, and Satoru's mind had wandered, thinking about Suguru in the shower, and… voila. He was hard as fuck. He remembers.

Suguru hums, lowering his head to press gentle kisses along Satoru’s thigh. Kisses become bites, varying between gentle and harsh. "We could explore that during our future calls…" Suguru muses, thrusting his fingers faster and faster, "I could tell you to touch yourself and… how to touch yourself."

Oh, fuck. That'd be like, the sexiest thing ever.

"Yes," Satoru replies, because he can't just keep pathetically nodding although it is very, very tempting to just lose himself to those devious fingers of his, reaching places he himself has never reached. "Hnnng, god, you're gonna kill me..."

"Not yet," Suguru chuckles, suddenly stretching Satoru open with a third finger. His thrusts are languid and precise, digging right into Satoru’s sweet spot with deadly precision. "You still owe me orgasms and after that… I’ll want more."

More?!

It's decided, Satoru will definitely die tonight. This is his last day on Earth. Death by orgasms will definitely take him. Well, it's been a good run. Satoru is fine with this. Totally fine.

"Fuck fuck fuck—" Satoru whines, his second orgasm already coming. Or should he say cumming?

Either way, it's happening. Like, now.

"Fuck, Suguru!" Satoru screams, cumming so hard it shoots all over Suguru's face while Satoru spasms and clenches on his fingers. Which are still stroking his prostate and making him see stars, by the way.

Yeah.

Satoru is going to die.

"You’re as reactive as I’d hoped you’d be," Suguru purrs, wiping Satoru’s cum off his cheek with his thumb and licking it. "Do you need to take a moment?" He asks with a small chuckle, moving up Satoru’s body to press a gentle kiss to his neck. Though he has yet to stop thrusting his fingers inside Satoru’s pulsating hole.

Satoru whines. "I'm fine, I'm fine... I just need..." Satoru pauses, taking a deep breath. He is so winded. "Okay, yes, maybe I need a second, holy fuck..."

"Anything you want," Suguru halts his movements, pressing gentle kisses along Satoru’s neck and up to his jaw, "I’m sorry for being so greedy. I’ve had so many thoughts of having you."

"Tell me more about that while I catch my breath."

"Ah," Suguru sighs, his lips delicately tracing over Satoru’s neck, "you want to hear about how much I fantasized about fucking you during our calls? Well… it was for many of them. You’re impossible not to want. I even got a little jealous that people in your life get to look at you for longer hours than I do."

Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru's neck, pulling him closer and preening at his words. "Tell me more."

The redness to Suguru’s cheeks only brightens and he looks down between them. "I’m lucky to have met you…" he murmurs, "I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this much. I never could satisfy myself and I knew the only way I could was if I had you with me…" he leans close, connecting their lips into a sweet kiss, "I’m very satisfied right now. I finally know what you taste like, what you feel like… my fantasies did you no justice."

Satoru feels so touched again. And so damn emotional, he might cry. He blames the two orgasms. More than one always makes him a sap. This is all Suguru’s fault. Him and his perfect words. And his perfect eyes. And his perfect smile.

Satoru’s totally in love with him. Like, has been for a while, too. And not just because Suguru is his favourite idol of all time and Satoru has proclaimed himself as his wife, but because Suguru is so much more than that.

He’s… fuck, he’s everything, isn’t he?

Satoru lets out a pleased whine, bringing Suguru closer and kissing him gently. "Fuck me," he whispers against his lips, his tone sweet despite what he’s asking. He wants Suguru inside him. Needs it, in fact. "Please," he adds in a hushed whisper, his lips claiming yet another kiss from those lips he loves so much.

Each of his kisses are returned with equal need and fervor. Suguru only breaks away long enough to pour a ridiculous amount of lube onto his neglected cock, reddened and slicked up. He connects their lips into another deep and messy kiss, grinding against Satoru’s hole with breathy sighs and moans.

When the tip finally presses in, Suguru shudders and stills, and Satoru whimpers.

"I’m going to savor you," he purrs against Satoru’s lips, his entire body rigid and tense against Satoru’s from the strain. Little by little, he presses into Satoru until he completely bottoms out with a low curse, and all Satoru can do is whine.

"You're so big..."

"I’m not hurting you?" Suguru murmurs, his fingers gentle as they grip his waist. He experimentally grinds forward, moaning breathily. "You’re so tight…"

Satoru whines, his eyes slipping closed as he just allows himself to feel, arching his back so he can get even closer to Suguru. His nails dig in his shoulders, his chest heaving as he adjusts to the thick girth of Suguru’s cock. God, Satoru knew it’d be huge.

"You’re not hurting me," Satoru finally says, in between a pitched moan and a heavy breath.

Suguru makes a muffled sound, hidden by Satoru’s neck. A low whine mixed with a moan as he starts to settle his thrusts into a slow and deep pace, grinding into Satoru’s prostate each time he’s fully sheathed.

"You’re perfect…" Suguru murmurs, his lips brushing over Satoru’s neck in loving kisses that become bruising bites. "I’m going to make you cum so many times you lose count."

Satoru doesn’t doubt it. He’s already so overstimulated, holy fuck. He’s like, transcended into another universe, or something. It’s like he sees all, feels all, and my god, he’s going to literally start floating or something. Suguru’s dick is that good. But of course it is. Satoru always knew it would be.

The bites become harsher, almost as if Suguru is determined to cover every single inch of him with marks. And with each thrust, Suguru picks up the pace, fucking into him faster and faster, his cock pulsating inside of Satoru. Holy fuck, Satoru’s going to cum so hard. It’ll be like, the strongest orgasm of his entire life, because—

"I want you dripping with my cum when you walk out of here," Suguru whispers, trailing kisses back to Satoru’s lips.

Fuck, that is so sexy. People would kill to be Satoru right now, he's sure. Dripping with Geto Suguru's cum? Yeah. Satoru can never tell a soul.

Well...

He has to claim Suguru eventually though, right? People have to know that he belongs to Satoru. Or would this be a PR nightmare...?

Actually, who cares right now? Why is Satoru thinking about this when he's getting fucked within an inch of his life? Suguru's gonna scold him.

Wait, would that be kind of hot?

No, no, Satoru would totally cry.

...would that be kind of hot?

"Satoru…" Suguru murmurs, tantalizing lips brushing over his cheek, "come back to me," he wraps his fingers gently over Satoru’s jaw, squeezing his face, "your mind went elsewhere."

"Sorry. Still on— ah, you," Satoru moans, breathy huffs escaping his lips as he drags his fingers up Suguru's shoulder and his neck, reaching for his hair and grabbing a fistful. "Fuck me harder."

Suguru wordlessly obliges, slamming into Satoru faster and harder, the sound of their skins colliding echo in the room as Suguru kisses him breathless. Holy fuck, it's so good. Even better than before somehow. Satoru can only moan like a wanton whore while Suguru fucks him six ways into Sunday.

"Is this what you wanted?" Suguru breathes out, sinking his teeth into Satoru’s lip as his free hand drifts from Satoru’s hip to his cock, gripping it lightly.

That's all it takes for Satoru to cum. It's completely without warning, then again maybe he should have known it was coming. He cries out, spilling all over Suguru's hand and their stomachs, now coated with milky cum as Satoru whines even louder than before, his entire body spasming from the strength of his orgasm. He pulls at Suguru's hair, harshly, his hand on Suguru's shoulder scratching so hard it draws blood.

Good.

He wants his mark on Suguru. Everywhere on him, preferably. So anyone who dares think they can have a piece knows that he's taken.

Thankfully, Suguru doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Not if the sounds coming out of him are anything to go by. Strangled and breathless, all because of him.

"Satoru…" Suguru groans, his moans shaky as he continues to slam into Satoru at an erratic rhythm. "So, so good… fuck, I’m not going to last," he mutters with a small laugh, burying himself deeper inside of Satoru with each thrust even as Satoru clenches down on him.

Another loud curse escapes Suguru as he suddenly stills, his cock pulsating inside of Satoru’s tightly clenched walls as he fills him with so much cum that it begins to drip out onto the bed below. Satoru feels it.

Holy moly that is so fucking sexy. Satoru’s in heaven. Best first time ever. This should go in the world of records, or something. It deserves to be there. Suguru deserves to have an award for the best fuck ever. Which kind of means he’s experienced and that makes Satoru jealous as fuck, but it’s fine. He gets to have Suguru all to himself now. Everyone else doesn’t matter.

"You’re mine," Satoru still declares in between heavy breaths and whines that tumble past his lips because he feels so damn overstimulated. But like, in the best ways, of course. He’s never felt this good in his entire life. If this is a dream, he hopes he never gets to wake up.

Never.

"Fuck yes I am…" Suguru breathes out, burying his face into Satoru’s neck and pressing closer to him until they’re completely chest to chest. The erratic thudding of Suguru’s heart can be felt right over Satoru’s. He loves this. "I’ve never felt like this before," Suguru whispers, his lips gently brushing over Satoru’s jaw.

"Me too," Satoru easily admits. "I mean, I've like, never had a dick inside me, so obviously I've never felt this before, but, you know. This was an enlightening experience. 10/10."

Suguru chuckles, lifting his head to look at Satoru. "Enlightening," he repeats, "you know, I still haven’t made you cum as many times as I said I would."

"You're right. Get to work."

"Oh?" Suguru smirks, wrapping his fingers around Satoru’s cock, slowly getting hard again. "You don’t need a minute? I’m impressed by your stamina."

"Be impressed. I'm a bottomless well of lust. All for you, Suguru."

"Of course you are," Suguru’s lips press gently to his own, "I’m taking you from behind next time. What do you say? I haven’t had a chance to mark up your back."

!!!

"Oooooh, backshots. Sexy. Yes. You can spank me if you want to."

Please please please—

"Interesting," Suguru smiles, cupping Satoru’s chin. "Is that what you want? For me to spank you while I fuck you? Was this a part of the fantasies you had about me fucking you?"

"Maaaaybe," Satoru replies. Suguru raises a brow. "Okay, yes. It's hot, okay? You should spank me."

"How can I say no to such a request?" Suguru slips away from him, but only for a moment before he flips Satoru around, pressing him into the mattress. Satoru moans, face buried in the pillow. "You look as good from behind as you do from the front," Suguru murmurs into Satoru’s ear, his firm chest pressed to his back as he grinds forward.

Satoru whines. "Not fair, now I can't see you..." he says, then gasps. "Mirror! We should fuck in front of a mirror!"

"There’s the bathroom counter," Suguru suggests with a small laugh, "you want to see me that bad?"

"Yesyesyes. Please."

Suguru doesn’t tease him for his eager response and instead, detaches himself from Satoru. Rather than drag Satoru up, he picks him up with ease, pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek and neck as he carries him to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

When he sets Satoru down in front of the counter, he allows him a brief moment to gather his bearings before he’s bending him over and grabbing a fistful of hair to tug his head back, just enough to give Suguru the space to nuzzle into his neck.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Warmth floods Satoru and he whines, nodding as he watches himself in the mirror, looking so fucked out. When he said he wanted to get in front of a mirror to see Suguru, he didn’t realize he would see himself, too.

It’s kind of hot though, so…

"You’re so delicious…" Suguru murmurs, biting into his neck and sucking on it. "All for me." He grinds his cock against Satoru’s hole, moaning breathily in his ear. "God…" he inhales sharply when the tip slips in, his nails digging into Satoru’s hip.

Satoru whimpers. Suguru’s so big. Satoru has to grip the counter and take some deep breaths, because even if they technically just fucked, it’s a lot. Satoru is a virgin after all. Well, was. He doesn’t classify as a virgin anymore considering he has like, cum dripping out of him, and Suguru’s pushing his cum deeper inside him.

Wait, that’s so hot…

"I’m not hurting you?" Suguru asks, his voice strained. And yet, he still pushes in deeper until his hips are pressing against Satoru’s ass. But he doesn’t move and it’s clear he wants to, if the flush to his face and the tremor in his hands is anything to go by.

That's so sexy...

All of that because of Satoru?

My god, he's never going to be able to let Suguru go.

Suguru looks at him through the mirror, his face pinched. He wants to fuck Satoru so bad. It's beautiful. Satoru was a genius for wanting to do this in front of a mirror.

"You can move," Satoru tells him, thrusting his hips backwards to nudge Suguru.

Suguru whimpers. "Thank you," he breathes out raggedly against Satoru’s neck, kissing and sucking marks into the area over his shoulder as he slowly begins to move his hips in shallow thrusts. But despite his attempts to keep his thrusts gentle, he starts to slam in harder and faster, much to Satoru's delight. His grip becomes rougher on Satoru’s hip too until he brings down one of his hands on Satoru’s ass in a sharp, reverberating slap that echoes through the room.

Satoru gasps. Loudly, too. It's like, a gasp-moan situation. Suguru's neighbours definitely heard. Which, Satoru doesn't care for. He definitely wants people to know Suguru fucks him, and fucks him good.

"Mmmh, yes, more," Satoru demands, rocking against Suguru.

Suguru complies without a word. He looks too focused to sum up any words, his brows drawn together and his eyes glazed over from pure lust.

The relentless thrusts become noisier and wetter as he leaves another sizable mark on Satoru’s ass that’s definitely going to sting later. It stings now. Satoru adores it. He wants more, more, more.

"You were right," Suguru whispers. "Doing this in front of a mirror. I get to see all the faces you make…" his eyes find Satoru’s in the reflection and he grins, "you love this."

"I d-do," Satoru stammers, when Suguru somehow manages to thrust even deeper. He hangs his head, heavy breaths escaping his lips as pleasure coils inside him. "Fuck, Suguru..."

"No, no don’t look away… keep looking at me." Suguru’s fingers once again curl in Satoru’s hair, yanking his head back, "I want you to see yourself when you cum."

Satoru moans, his eyes glazed when he looks at his reflection. His skin is flushed, covered in a light sheen of sweat, lips swollen and wet. Will he survive seeing himself cum? Probably not. This is like, really debauched. Satoru's a little embarrassed. But also too fucked out to feel shame at how he looks, so.

"So perfect, so good…" Suguru murmurs, burying his nose in Satoru’s neck to drag in a deep breath. "All mine. Mine to fuck…" he slaps Satoru’s ass again, every single one of his thrusts slamming in with precision, "are you going to cum for me, Satoru?"

Satoru nods; this is all he can do. Bob his head and whine pathetically as his body rocks with how roughly Suguru is fucking into him, completely breathless and too far gone to be able to string enough words together to make a sentence. Does he even remember how to speak? Right now, he's not so sure.

He's so close, though—of that much, he is certain. Close and overwhelmed and tethering on the edge, focused on how Suguru makes him feel. Like a princess and a whore, all at the same time.

Sweet, loving words are whispered in his ear; a sharp contrast to the almost brutal way Suguru is fucking him and spanking him every so often. He’s also close, if the erratic thrusts are anything to go by. Satoru’s name is repeatedly uttered like a prayer and as Suguru gets closer to his climax, his grip on Satoru’s hair and his hip doesn’t falter.

"I’m gonna cum, Satoru… Fuck, fuck, you’re so good…" he babbles, "cum for me," he demands, grunting and sinking his teeth harshly into Satoru’s neck.

That's all Satoru needs to cum with a cry, spilling against the cabinet underneath him as Suguru continues pounding inside him. Satoru tries as hard as he can to focus on how he looks, Suguru's hand in his hair pulling his head up so he can see how fucked out he is, a proper mess. Satoru's literally never looked this... depraved. Cheeks flushed and wet with tears, mouth hung open and eyes more glazed and hooded than they've ever been. He looks lost in a trance, rocking against the counter as he screams Suguru's name.

The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder and louder the faster Suguru goes until suddenly he stills, filling Satoru up with warmth and so much cum. Like, Satoru can feel it. Cum everywhere.

"Fuuuuck," Satoru manages, although barely. What are words? Satoru has to lean his forehead against the cool counter so he can catch his breath, and come down from the highest high he's ever felt. He's completely limp, and yet his legs are trembling, his entire body shivering.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got you," Suguru murmurs reassuringly, his arm encircling Satoru’s waist, holding up most of his weight as he smooths out the hair from Satoru’s eyes with his free hand. "You’re beautiful," he presses gentle kisses along Satoru’s shoulder and neck. "We’ll definitely have to do this more in front of a mirror… maybe I’ll have one placed on the ceiling of my bedroom."

"You want to kill me..." Satoru mumbles, his words lacking any bite.

"With love hopefully," Suguru chuckles, pressing another kiss between his shoulder blades. "And orgasms. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?"

Yes.

100% yes.

"I don't think I can survive another one..."

"Don’t worry, I’m not a monster." Suguru pulls away from Satoru, but not for long. He’s quick to sweep Satoru off his feet, carrying him back to the bedroom in a bridal carry. He’s gentle as he sets him down, smoothing hair out of his eyes. "I can get you some water. You look like you need it."

"I need you."

"You have me…" Suguru’s eyes soften and he slips into bed beside Satoru, wrapping an arm loosely around his waist. "You’ll have to let me feed you at some point."

Satoru snorts. "That sounded sexual."

"It wasn’t!" Suguru insists with a laugh. "I mean it. I want to take care of you… though, if making it sexual will get you to eat, I’m willing to try it."

"Are you gonna feed me your cum? That'd be sexy," Satoru lazily grins. "Cum icing. On cake."

"That’s very kinky…" Suguru presses a fond kiss to Satoru’s cheek, "who am I to deny you? There’s always that cake I bought you we can experiment with."

"You are so right. You should cum on it and feed it to me."

Suguru chuckles, gently squeezing Satoru’s waist. "You’re insatiable, aren’t you? And here I thought you were tired."

"I am. But like, eating cum-cake is a low effort activity, so."

"I feel like it could very quickly become high effort," Suguru points out, "what if I want to give it to you directly from the source? What then?"

Satoru presses his lips together, trying very hard to hide his smile as he stares at Suguru, unblinking.

"Suguru," he finally says, "are you going to fuck my virgin mouth?"

"I think I will," Suguru murmurs, leaning close to brush his lips against Satoru’s. "You look very excited by the prospect."

"I mean, yeah. I've literally fucked my mouth with a dildo pretending it was you."

Suguru’s brows shoot up and a grin slowly spreads across his face. "Really? You need to tell me more about these fantasies of yours. I’m flattered."

"Oh, there's a lot. I've been fantasizing about you for literal years. Like, I'm literally a virgin because of you because I knew no other man could possibly be as good."

"I’m touched by your faith in my dick, but I could’ve been terrible in bed," Suguru props himself up on his elbow, leaning over Satoru, "what then?"

"That’s not possible. Can’t think of a universe where you wouldn’t be good at fucking me."

"And in every universe we’re fucking?" Suguru asks with a smile. "Isn’t that… infinite? You want to be with me infinitely?"

Satoru flushes. He averts his gaze because, like, it's embarrassing he was caught implying that. "Yes," he mumbles, pouting. There isn't a universe where he imagines he wouldn't want to be with Suguru, either.

"You’re unbearably cute," Suguru murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips lightly against Satoru’s. "I like that. Knowing that in every universe, I won’t have to be alone… it’s a reassuring thought."

"I would find you in every universe, you know," Satoru muses, turning his head to look at Suguru again. "I'd be really annoying and clingy."

"Good. I think I need persistence sometimes to get through to me," Suguru sighs, cupping Satoru’s cheek. "You’re not annoying, either. I find you very charming. Consider me wooed."

Satoru grins. "This isn't a dream, right?"

"Not last I checked," Suguru boops Satoru’s nose. "And if it is, I hope I don’t wake up from it.”

"Me too," Satoru easily admits. "You should kiss me really hard, just to test it."

"You’re so right." Suguru surges down, claiming Satoru’s lips in a bruising, breathtaking kiss. His tongue pries past Satoru’s lips, plunging into his mouth. A low moan erupts from Suguru, the kiss hungry and fervent.

And over too soon.

"I think that just about confirms it," he says, smiling against Satoru’s lips.

Satoru whines. He wants Suguru’s lips back on him. "I think you should do it again. Just to make sure."

"Just to make sure…" Suguru repeats in a hushed tone, his eyes shimmering with adoration as he leans down, connecting their lips into a softer and sweeter kiss.

Satoru smiles.

It definitely isn't a dream.