Even when he’s supposed to be resting, Suguru always find trouble waiting for him, wether it’d be in his classroom back at Jujustu Tech or it’d be in the comforts of his home. It doesn’t help to have teens who are going through the rebellion phase of their life.

Don’t get him wrong, Suguru adores his kids like they’re his own. But God, is it a headache to get phone calls almost every other day. He stirs his tea in the kitchen, the phone placed on his shoulder. "Uh huh, I’m so sorry, Megumi has just been going through…a lot. His dad died and you see he has been going through therapy for the last two weeks."

It’s the same excuse he’s been using for every teacher that calls, for every principle he has to quell. It works most of the time, despite Toji being dead for 9 years now. But they don’t need to know that, Suguru just has to milk every empathy he can just so they don’t go through the trouble of looking for a new school.

There’s the soft sound of keys and then the sound of the door opening, Suguru doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is.

Satoru’s cursed energy always shown brighter than most, he’d be a fool not to notice him. Satoru doesn’t say anything, Suguru keeps stirring his tea, occasionally sipping. The words of the woman on the other line go in one ear and out through the other.

They all say the same thing anyways, that he’s troubled. That she can recommend a few therapist and to be more cautious of the 14 year old boy. Suguru just answers with a few hums and an occasional "I’ll talk to him."

He briefly turns around to look at Satoru, he’s already taken his jacket off. It leaves him in that stupid compression shirt he likes so much, his shoes are already kicked off somewhere. A habit he still can’t kick out of Satoru.

Whatever, he’ll have to scold him for that some other time. When there isn’t someone complaining in his ear.

Satoru stands behind him, there is not a singular word from him. Only soft kisses that trail up the side of his neck, slowly, teasingly. To get a reaction out of him, especially when he sucks a mark on a specific part of Suguru’s neck that he knows drives him mad.

But he won’t give him the satisfaction of making him undone. Especially not with somebody who already doesn’t like him that much. Satoru’s wallet is the only reason they keep Megumi in school.

Suguru really has to get that temper of his checked out. Maybe a nice day out will change it, he makes a note to talk to Megumi later.

"I understand Geto-san but this is just worrying."

Satoru doubles down on his efforts, he can already feel the evidence of his excitement. Satoru makes sure to press himself against Suguru’s ass, his hands slide up his shirt. Tracing over the dips and moles he knows, only stopping to press his thumb against his naval piercing.

It takes everything to not his voice break, he shoots a glare at him. Satoru does nothing more but grin, kissing the spot underneath his ear and once more rolling his hips even harder.

"Megumi...you see.." Suguru bites down his lower lip, Satoru moves from his stomach to the waistband of his sweats. Unlike his shirt, he pulls them down all the way to his knees. He squeezes his thighs, sliding them further to nudge them apart.

Suguru has to bend over the kitchen counter, the phone almost dropping when the asshole presses a finger into his clothed hole. Right where the plug is, pushing it deeper.

He knows Satoru does it to watch him squirm, and he always does it when he’s in the middle of doing something. Hoping that the other person he’s calling—higher ups or not. Can hear him all breathless.

And he’s no better for liking it. It’s the same reason he went along with this whole free use kink in the first place. It’s pretty hot, knowing that at any moment. Satoru can bend him over the coffe table, the kitchen counter or press him against the shower wall and leave him a shaky mess.

Even when Suguru is outside, with his knees in the dirt as he tends to his garden and pulls out any weeds he sees. Satoru would push him up against the fence, uncaring for any neighbors that might hear him.

Suguru clears his throat, he moves the phone from his shoulder to the table in front of him. He needs to brace his hands against the table, digging them into the wood as Satoru palms him. He’s already teasing the tip of his cock, making his boxers uncomfortably tight and wet.

"You see, we...we’re having issues. Megumi doesn’t have a..." Suguru gasps, his cheek pressed against the table. Satoru slides his boxers down, he squeezes his ass. Spreading them apart and then messing with the butt plug again.

Suguru can’t help but push his hips back. His hole clenching around the plug, he has to bite harder on his lip until he can taste blood on his tongue. He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Satoru has that stupid smug grin on.

"He’s um....ah...he doesn’t have a mom to guide him through...it’s been just me." Suguru shivers, Satoru decided it was now time to pull out the plug. Leaving his hole twitching for something to fill him up again. Satoru pays no mind to it, he slides his cock between the cleft of his ass cheek. "And a friend..." at the mere word, Satoru rocks his hips even harder, he holds Suguru’s hips tightly.

"Are you alright Geto-san? You sound a little out of breath." There’s evident worry in her voice. Suguru almost feels bad, if he wasn’t so horny he would. Satoru snickers behind him, leaning over him to press a kiss under Suguru’s year.

He lightly bites down his gauge, "it’s rude not to answer her."

Suguru takes a deep breath in, "I am-" another gasp is torn out of him as Satoru finally slides the tip of his cock inside him. He does shallow thrusts, only letting Suguru get a taste of his cock before pulling out and doing it again. Suguru’s fingers dig into the wood of the table. His eyes squeezing shut. "...a little sick...shit...that’s all." It took a lot of effort to even complete a word. Satoru pulls out, drawing out an embarrassing groan out of him.

"Are you sure? It sounds a little serious?"

Satoru slides his cock inside him again, this time he lets Suguru have every single inch. He targets Suguru’s prostate, having no trouble in finding it after all these years. Satoru tightens his grip on Suguru’s hips, setting a brutal pace to make it basically impossible to form a singular thought.

Suguru’s eyes roll back, his back arched. He lifts Suguru’s hips higher, leaving him on his tippy toes to reach even deeper.

"Geto-san? Are you there Geto-san?" Her voice rings out, she sounds even more worried. A hint of panic is in her voice, Satoru moves to grab the phone. He doesn’t stop, letting go of Suguru’s hips to wrap a hand around his leaking cock.

Suguru has to open his eyes up, he stares at the caller ID. If it wasn’t for the table underneath him, he would have collapsed onto the floor. With Satoru’s cock buried inside him.

Choked out moans leave him, all which he really hopes she doesn’t hear to save some face. Suguru doubts he could even look her in the eye after this, he’ll just make Satoru go through the boring PTA meetings. "N-no...it’s fine-ah-" Suguru bucks his hips into Satoru’s hand, he feels the familiar pool of heat settle in his stomach.

He moves his hand from the table to dig his nails into Satoru’s forearm. Suguru tries to form a singular thought aside from begging for more. Satoru grunts into his ear, marking the side of his neck even more.

Suguru pressed his forehead against the wooden table, he doesn’t even care if it breaks underneath their combined weight. "can we...talk later? I have-shit-too..." Suguru clenches around his cock like a vice. Keeping him there.

It does stop Satoru for a second. His hips stuttering against his, "too do-some things." He finally says, thankful he didn’t let out an embarrassing moan.

"Of course! I’ll call back when you’re feeling bett-" Satoru doesn’t let her finish, he hangs up on her.

He flips Suguru over, he pushes Suguru’s knees to his chest, folding him in half. His phone clatters to the floor, Suguru throws his head back. Finally able to moan, Satoru leans over him. Biting down his throat, his thrusts become far more sloppy. Chasing his own high, Suguru can’t even pull him in for a kiss in this position. All he can do is hold the underside of his own thighs.

Suguru can’t even keep track of time before Satoru thrusts in one last time. Spilling ever single drop of cum deep inside him, Suguru’s takes time to catch his breath.

Satoru didn’t even take his blindfold off, just to show how needy he is. His shirt is drenched int sweat, the only piece of clothing that wasn’t ruined it his boxers.

"Asshole," Suguru groans, Satoru pulls out with a lewd pop. His own chest is heaving, he pushes Suguru’s thighs down, settling between them to press his forehead against his.

"Do you think she knows? She was pretty eager to hang up." He says, pressing a kisses onto his face. Suguru is too lazy to push him away, he can already feel how sore his hips will be.

"Shut up, don’t say that." He groans, his face heating up at the mere suggestion. They still have 4 months until Megumi goes into the next grade. He takes a few more moments before he’s pushing Satoru off of him. His eyes narrowed when he sits up and realizes the shattered tea cup on the floor. The spoon thrown away somewhere and sticky liquid on the ground.

"Satoru, that was my favorite cup." Suguru sighs, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Oops?"

"I’m going to kill you."

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Suguru likes rainy days.

Only when he’s out of it, of course. He’s had a few unfortunate missions when it was storming. Days where he was trapped in the middle of nowhere all while getting soaked in water.

He takes this time to relax, his missions were done for the week. The couch groans underneath him as he settled down. He’s fresh out of the shower with the house being silent for once.

Suguru grabs the weighted blanket thrown over the couch, he takes a while to get comfortable. But most importantly, he can take his time to read. Suguru mostly sticks to audio books, he finds it uncomfortable to read in the train, so it’s nice to hold the physical book.

He holds the book closer, removing the bookmark and adjusting his glasses. Suguru reads past the first few pages.

The sound of the door opening is enough to distract him. None of the kids should be out of class. Well, unless Megumi is skipping classes again. He doesn’t look away from his book.

It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last time. Suguru can’t really be mad at them, after all he used to skip classes with Satoru and sometimes Shoko all the time. Using the free time to do what every teenager does.

Footsteps come closer, standing over the couch.

That’s not Megumi, Suguru doesn’t look up. Instead he pretends like he’s reading and not noticing the far too intense look Satoru is giving him. Suguru can basically feel all six eyes looking deeply into his soul.

His thighs fall open for him, Suguru wasn’t expecting him to come back this early from a supposed 3 month long mission. Suguru isn’t wearing the usual plug whenever he knows Satoru will be back home.

It doesn’t matter to Satoru, he kneels between his thighs. Already sliding his hands up Suguru’s shirt, tugging it high enough to expose his pecs. "I’m trying to read here, Satoru." Suguru hums, finally looking up from his book.

"You can still read, pretend I’m not here." Satoru answers, pressing kisses down his chest. His tongue swirls around his belly button piercing. dipping it into the center of the jewel. Suguru’s grunts, even more so when Satoru makes sure to drag his cock against his thigh. "You look hot with those glasses, makes me want to fuck your mouth just to mess them up."

Suguru manages to laugh, he the book is abandoned on his chest. Suguru moves his hand to grip Satoru’s hair, needing something to anchor him. "You better not, these aren’t for decoration."

Satoru makes a displeased sound, taking his anger out by sinking his teeth into Suguru’s hip before lapping his tongue over the mark. An apology of sorts. "I’ll buy you fake ones then." He kisses further down, pushing his sweats and boxers down in one go.

His cock is already embarrassingly hard, pre cum already leaking out of the tip. Satoru presses a soft kiss to the tip, taking it into his mouth to softly suckle. It’s not enough, Suguru tries to buck his hips into his mouth. He groans in annoyance when Satoru doesn’t budge, continuing to give small licks that leave him aching for more.

"Satoru—don’t be a dick." Suguru grip on his hair tightens, Satoru sticks his tongue out. He holds the base of Suguru’s cock, pressing another kiss to the underside.

Instead of taking him further, Satoru pushes his legs even wide. He grips the underside of his thighs, Suguru is about to complain when he’s cut off by the feeling of Satoru’s mouth back on him.

Satoru licks up his hole, tracing the rim before in teasing slow strokes. Suguru arches his back, "Fuck, just like that. So good for me," he moans out, all he can see is the top of Satoru’s head.

His words serve to encourage Satoru even more. He presses a kiss, sliding his tongue into his tight hole. He doesn’t make it past three inches, but it’s enough to make Suguru see stars. Both of his hands fly to Satoru’s hair, pushing his head further down to keep him in place. Satoru whimpers against him, the vibrations sends a shiver up Suguru’s spine. His thighs instinctively clenching around his head.

"Yes—Satoru, I’m going to come."

Satoru lets go of his thighs, he makes sure to keep eye contact with Suguru. His attention goes from his twitching hole to his cock, swallowing him in one go. Satoru doesn’t let the gagging stop him, tears well up in his eyes.

Suguru groans, the sight is enough to push him over the edge. Satoru doesn’t even try to pull off, he keeps his head right there. Letting Suguru cum down his throat. Not even moving when he finished and is left twitching inside his mouth.

"Are you planning to ever move?" Suguru pulls his book away from his chest. He settles it onto the coffee table, it’s a problem for another day. Satoru doesn’t say anything, only batting his eyelashes at him. Keeping his cock inside his throat. Satoru lazily slides his tongue up, tracing the veins and then finally pulling off.

His cock twitches, already half hard from all the stimulation. Satoru crawls further up, he takes his time to kiss him. Suguru wraps his thighs around his waist, pulling him closer until the bulge in Satoru’s pants press against his ass.

Satoru rocks his hips, chasing after the friction. His tongue slides into Suguru’s mouth, making sure he can taste himself on him. He licks up the underside, knowing it’s one of the most sensitive spots in Suguru’s body. His eyes roll to the back of his head as Satoru keeps pressing against it.

They only away when air becomes scarce. "Lube, go get it." Suguru mutters, sharing another quick kiss with him.

"You should start carrying it with you everywhere." Satoru complains, not ready to move away yet. He continues to chase after Suguru lips. Lapping up the saliva that managed to escape his mouth.

Suguru pats his lower back, "do you think I want to walk with a limp while I’m at work?"

"Sounds hot."

He scoffs, pushing him away with a bit more force. "Go get it."

Satoru groans again, "come on Suguru, can’t you get one of your curses to bring it to us? Like the manta ray on."

"It’s for work only."

He rolls his eyes, Satoru squeezes his thighs. Sighing like asking him to move even just a bit is such a hassle to him. He eventually lets up, not before making sure he looks like a kicked puppy.

Suguru grabs a handful of pillows, he takes the glasses off. He settles them onto the coffee table before laying on his stomach. Satoru comes into view not even 2 minuets later, he waves the bottle of lube around. He apparently stripped himself down already.

It’s a nice sight, seeing Satoru’s cock drooling pre cum. His hair had become disheveled. He somehow feels more turned on that he already is, having no problem with getting hard again. "Normally you’d be pouncing on me right now, hurry up."

Satoru grins, "you’re the one always complaining about me being impatient." He walks around the couch, sliding his hands underneath Suguru’s hips, raising them higher.

He doesn’t have time to answer, his face already pressing against the couch cushion. Satoru pours lube over his hole, the bottle makes a soft thud from where it lands. He doesn’t have time to complain before Satoru is plunging his fingers inside of him.

Satoru is bent over his back, one of his hands gripping Suguru’s thighs while the other fucks into his hole. "Fuck, you’re so tight. You haven’t been touching yourself?"

"Ah....no. It’s summer..there’s too many missions for—Satoru—fuck!" Suguru sees stars, Satoru continues to show him no mercy. He angles his fingers so they’re pressing directly against his prostate. He doesn’t even have time to warn him about his orgasm.

That, or it didn’t matter to him. Satoru pulls his fingers out. He leaves kisses all over his shoulder. Sometimes lapping the skin and leaving marks behind. He continues to squeeze his thighs, the fingers inside his ass are pulled out.

"Missed you...a lot." Satoru drags his cock up his thighs, leaving pre cum all over before he finally slides inside him. Unlike the last time they’ve fucked, he’s being slow.

Satoru doesn’t immediately slide his entire cock inside him. "Mm...being sappy now?" Suguru can’t help but tease, he turns his head around. Pushing himself against his cock with as much movement as he’s allowed.which isn’t a lot considering how tightly he’s holding Suguru’s hips.

"Hey, I’m allowed to. I’m your husband." Satoru’s hands begin to roam over his back, tracing moles and faint scars across his back. It sends shivers up Suguru’s back.

Even when he’s being gentle, it’s enough to make Suguru feel full. Satoru’s cock is basically his third leg. It’s thick and long, and Satoru like the greedy man he is, Always puts ever single inch inside him.

"Back shots aren’t really romantic—fuck!—right there." Suguru gasps out, his eyes shutting as Satoru continues to thrust inside him. He doesn’t let up, pressing kisses everywhere he can.

From his back, to his shoulders and his neck. "I want to see you like it..your back is hot." Satoru answered, keeping a hold on him as if Suguru would be anywhere but here.

He clenches around him, hearing his breath hitch. "Ah-but I want to see you." Suguru mutters, not that surprised when Satoru manhandled him.

He’s pinned under him, legs around Satoru’s waist. He throws his arms around Satoru’s neck. Pulling his head down for a kiss, Suguru bites down his bottom lip. Satoru pushes one of his legs all the way to his chest. "Thought about you...when I was away." Satoru grunts, watching Suguru’s hole stretch around his cock.

His free hand wraps around his cock, he uses Suguru’s pre cum as lube. Spreading it all over his length. "Yeah? What did you—ha—think about?"

"This, I thought about your moans—jerked off to you." Satoru looks back up at him, crashing their lips together. It’s less of a kiss, he’s messy with it. Like he can drink Suguru up and never be satisfied which he probably wouldn’t ever be.

He grabs at everything he can, his ass, thighs, waist, and especially his pecs. Suguru whimpers, a sound Satoru is eager to swallow. "I’m going to...im gonna cum! Satoru-"

"Fuck yes, come all over yourself. Let me watch-" Satoru bites down his neck, pain and pleasure bloom together. Suguru’s toes curl, his head is thrown back, it gives Satoru more aces to mark, Satoru squeezes his cock,

He doesn’t stop after Suguru cums over himself and Satoru’s wrist. Suguru grabs a handful of his hair, "stick your tongue out." He demands, Satoru obeys, his tongue sliding against his. Suguru moans, mostly because he feels overstimulated. It always took far longer for Satoru to come.

It took a while to get used to Satoru’s never ending stamina, but now he feels like it’s the least of his worries. Somehow Satoru always manged to wring out all sorts of orgasm from him, dry and sometimes making a fountain out of him.

Suguru arched his back, Satoru’s cock nestled deep inside his hole. He fills him up all the way, to the point Suguru can feel it leaking onto the couch. Satoru slumps onto his chest, pressing quick pecks onto his lips.

They lay like this for a while, Suguru is too lazy to make Satoru pull out. He returns all of those kisses, running his fingers through Satoru’s hair. Suguru untangles all of the knots in his hair. Satoru lets out a pleased hum, he rests his cheek against Suguru’s chest.

The way he looks up at Suguru always makes his heart stutter, like Suguru himself has hung up every single star in the sky.

"I missed you too." Suguru mumbled softly, cupping Satoru’s cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning against his touch fully. Satoru buries his face into the crook of his neck.

"Good."

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Fall is one of those seasons Suguru both hates and likes. It’s still far too cold outside, sometimes it too hot and other times its just storming outside.

Suguru likes that theres not a lot of missions and curses dwindle down to just a few, Most of them can be dealt with Grade 4 sorcerers. Fall is far more easier on the human soul, he supposes.

But the weather is just the worst.

He can never catch a break, either he fights in his stuffy uniform with the sun glaring down on him. It’s hot enough to make him wonder if he’s really going through a heatstroke.

Or it’s storming, rain seeping into his uniform and soaking his socks.

Just his luck, as soon as he gets back home. Suguru peels his socks off, leaving his umbrella and shoes by the door. The only presence of anybody inside the apartment is Satoru.

His curses energy thrums softly and untamed. It’s not crackling through the air. Or even being hidden away from an unsuspecting intruder. He’s asleep, hopefully for longer than 3 hours.

Suguru finds him nestled into several blankets, the heater is on. It’s always been amusing just how cold Satoru could run. Suguru always just blames it on his six eyes.

If he wasn’t as wet as he is, Suguru would have wasted no time climbing into bed with him and burying his face into his chest.

He leans over to press a quick kiss to his forehead before disappearing into the bathroom. Suguru strips out of his clothes, letting his hair fall over his shoulders.

It’s getting too long, he needs to get a hair cut sometime soon. At least he doesn’t have split ends. Then he would just cut it himself. or ask Satoru to do it for him.

The warmth of the shower is very needed, he focuses on scrubbing himself clean. Getting rid of every single trace of dirt and seeing a few scratches on his thighs. They’re small enough that Suguru is far too lazy to bandage them up.

He’s about to wash his hair when the bathroom door opens. Suguru never locks it. The only other person who would dare to slip inside is Satoru.

"You should’ve woken me up." Satoru mumbled, his voice still gruff from sleep. Suguru pulls back the shower curtain, he’s already in the middle of taking his sweats off.

"Because you need more sleep." Suguru said, sliding the curtain back to focus on his hair. There’s far more knots than he’d like, he should have brushed all of them out before he hopped in.

Satoru makes a disgruntled sound, he pulls the curtain back, fully pressing himself against his back. His hands immediately latching to his pecs. Satoru swipes over his nipples, quickly making them hard.

Its not the only hard thing either, Satoru drags his cock against his thigh. He’s already mouthing at his neck, Suguru groans.

He never fails on making Suguru get hard in seconds without even laying a single hand on him. "You’re not too tired?" Satoru shakes his head, he kisses his jawline. "Baby…not in here, what if I slip? Hm? I’m not letting you touch me if I fall and crack my skull."

"Just a quickie? Please? I won’t let you slip," Satoru huffs, he buries his face in the crook of Sugurus neck. His fingers dig into the plush skin of his thighs. "I even bought extra lube, one for every room."

Suguru groans softly, already feeling his resolve crumble. Maybe he has spoiled Satoru too much. "Every room? What if the kids find it?" Satoru slides his hands higher, spreading his cheeks. He can’t help but shiver when Satoru begins toying with his hole.

"They won’t, I even placed one in here." Satoru slaps his ass, rubbing the area when Suguru grunts and glares at him. Satoru braces one hand on the shower wall, rummaging through several of Suguru’s hair products.

A bottle of lube...astroglide, pops up. It’s waterproof and everything, even he felt a little impressed by it. "You really did...you better not have gotten any flavored ones Satoru."

Satoru pouts, he wraps an arm around his waist. Almost pulling him flush against his chest. "Those are so lame, they don’t taste good and I can’t even fuck you."

He chuckled, Suguru throws his head against Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru already has nudged his hand between his thighs. "Turn infinity on, I won’t fall."

"Nah," Satoru glides his other hand up his chest, the water makes the journey far more smoother. "The water makes it hotter, you know? You’re far sexier when you’re wet...soap clinging onto you. Maybe I should clean you." he whispers into his ear, licking and nibbling the shell.

Suguru can’t argue with that, thighs spread to allow Satoru to do as he pleases with him. Suguru isn’t any better than him if he’s honest, everything Satoru does turns him on. The mere sight of his undercut or this back is enough.

He grips Satoru’s forearm, digging his nails into his skin hard enough to leave little half moon shapes. "Clean me? You’ll grope me," Suguru can’t move much. The space is already cramped enough with two grown men.

"You like it, that’s why you’re this hard. Look, your hole is already clenching around my fingers doesn’t matter if we’re in the shower, you’d let me fuck you anywhere." Satoru nips and bites along his jawline, he grabs his cock, pushing his thumb against the slit. "Bet you’d let me fuck you in front of those higher ups, in front of all those people who even thought, they could have a chance with you."

Satoru pushes them deeper, taking advantage of the fact his fingers are 6 inches. Enough to reach and press against his prostate. Suguru lets out an embarrassing whine at all those fantasies. "Yes...fuck...I’d let you bend me over inside that room. Anywhere—even your domain..don’t stop—Satoru."

"Oh? My domain, huh." Satoru scissors his fingers, he finally adds a third. Shoving them all the way past his knuckles, "careful Suguru, I might really take you up with those offers. Maybe even during the exchange event."

Suguru whimpers again, "Yes–fuck me in those shitty storage, my greedy hole always wants your cock. Fuck–kiss me Satoru." If he could, Suguru would just let Satoru fuck him all night like they used to.

He obliges, Satoru immediately deepens the kiss. He slides his tongue over his repeatably. "I’m close—Satoru—" Suguru gasps against his mouth, his cock pathetically twitches against his stomach. He’s about to cum over himself until Satoru squeezes his cock hard enough to stop him from doing so. "Why...don’t be an ass."

"Because I want to see you cum on my cock." Satoru removes his fingers, he leans further against the shower to make room for Suguru. Oh, well to bend Suguru over.

He braces his hands against the shower tile, Satoru doesn’t take his time. He bottoms out inside Suguru with one thrust, not letting him even catch his breath. he wraps his hand around Suguru’s hair, tugging it back. "Look at how well you take my cock, you were made for this Suguru. Made to take me, mine to fuck, mine to love. Say it,"

"Yours—only yours! I need it...Satoru come inside me." Suguru grunts, Satoru makes a soft sound. He digs his fingers harder against his hips. Pushing his cock as deep as it could get, he arches his back. Clenching around him.

"Yes–you’re mine Suguru. I’m your–fuck I’m going to knock a baby in you." Satoru growls, going so fast Suguru can’t think. His eyes roll to the back of his eyes, all he can do is whimper until he’s coming over himself, his thighs shaking with efforts.

Satoru finally comes, thumbing the tip of his cock until he comes over his fist. Suguru nearly falls, only being held up by Satoru, he pulls his cock out. Kissing his should, "mmm, see, no fall. We should have sex in a lake–no a beach. Wait maybe Okinawa." Satoru pressed his forehead against his shoulder.

He laughs softly, leaning against Satoru. "What? Ew no. I don’t want sand up my ass." Suguru doesn’t complain when Satoru lifts him up. He turns off the shower, his infinity caging them inside to shield them away from the cold water as Satoru begins a bath.

Suguru gets placed between his thighs as Satoru takes a seat. The tub slowly filling up with warm water.

"Ugh, fine." Satoru grumbled, scraping cum out of his ass. He feels far more sensitive than usual, fights the urge to clench around his fingers. Suguru doesn’t move much, letting himself be pampered by Satoru who is more than happy to wash his hair, "I love you."

"I love you more."

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If Satoru didn’t have anything to lose, he would have killed all of the higher ups. It’s bad enough that he has the Gojo clan on his ass,

Something about children and the bloodline and blah blah blah. Ever since he began dating Suguru. They never liked him, neither did the Jujustu Tech higher ups.

For so long, both of them tried to push Satoru away from him, separating them. Giving them dorms across the building, thinking about sending Suguru to Kyoto.

All of it, even after 9 years. They just don’t stop, every bride has been rejected. Every suggestion of leaving Japan has been rejected by both. He feels his brain basically melt out, these meetings are always boring.

Satoru is far more interested in mosquito that has been flying around the table. Annoying everyone to the point one of them sets it on fire.

"I have...3 heirs. Nanako, Mimiko and Megumi. That’s all I’m giving." Satoru says as sternly as he could, He’s been repeating this exact sentiment for years now,

There is hushed whispers and murmurs. Nobody wants to raise their voice at him. No one can force him into having children and getting hitched, they all know that.

And still insist upon it.

Satoru is more than happy to get out. Being back at the estate always makes his bones ache and leaves him with out energy. All he wants to do is go home and see Suguru. He wants to be snuggled against him and just fall asleep with Suguru whispering sweet things and running his fingers through his hair.

He misses Suguru’s golden eyes and his soft kisses. Even his nagging, he has half a mind to not just teleport there. Something he can’t rely on all the time when he feels like it, after all, he gives up so many cursed energy and that’s the last thing he has left.

The ride there couldn’t be faster. The Gojo estate is in Kyoto after all, maybe Satoru needs to set up a zoom meeting so he’s not going over there whenever the most inconvenient thing comes up and somehow he’s the only one who can fix the problem despite there being first grade sorcerers.

Satoru doesn’t use the elevator. Sprinting up the stairs is faster overall. Unfortunately for him, it’s late so Suguru is probably either in bed, grading papers or away on a mission. He mostly likely won’t indulge and give in too easily if he’s grading.

But maybe Satoru can convince him with a little bribing, or maybe if he looks pitiful Suguru will indulge in him. He always has a soft spot for things that are weaker than him, maybe he’d invite Satoru between his thighs.

Satoru throws his jacket onto the couch, he doesn’t see the light of Suguru’s study being on. No light is on, actually. Then again, Suguru has these night lamps he keeps for when he wants to read late or grade on their bed. He gently pushes the door to their bedroom open.

Fortunately for him, Suguru is neither grading work nor away on a mission. He’s peacefully sleeping, his hair spilled around him like black ink. Suguru’s limbs are sprawled across the sheets, he’s wearing one of his band shirts and just a pair of boxers.

And the most alluring part of him?

His thighs, the weather has gotten warmer. Suguru has turned the AC on. He might really just think with his dick because he gets horny at just the sight.

Satoru is just....pent up. Who wouldn’t miss their spouse when you’re surrounded by annoying ass old men who whine and bitch about his romantic interest.

Besides, Suguru’s thighs are hot, Satoru would gladly spend his days between them. He can even just get off by groping them. Suguru’s thighs were one of the first things that has turned him on.

Aside from his ass, of course.

Satoru crawls onto the bed, he presses a kiss against his calve. His tongue peaking out to trace a scar there, Satoru slides his hands up his calve. Nipping the skin there before going higher to his thighs.

There’s more moles there, scattered across his legs. Satoru nudges his thighs open, settling between them. He slips his fingers past the hem of his boxers, taking his time to feel up his inner thighs.

Suguru doesn’t stir, he never does when Satoru does this. He remembers the first time they tried this out, looking back on it, It was sort of ridiculous how they decided Suguru needs to take NyQuil just in case he does wake up.

It turns out, a whole war needs to be happening for Suguru to even wake up.

He giggles to himself, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He squeezes Suguru’s thigh, Satoru pushes his shirt further up, theres more moles on his torso. One on his hip, the other on his left side.

Satoru nips the one his hip, sliding his tongue up his toned torso. He stops when he gets to Suguru’s pecs. He kisses the area between then, Suguru makes a soft sound, Satoru buries his face between his pecs.

He softly sighs, brushing his thumb against his nipple. A few pulling and tweaking finally makes them harden. His breath hitches and he wonders if Suguru is pretending to be asleep.

"You won’t believe the shitty day I’ve had." Satoru grumbled, he cups one of his pecs. Taking a moment to squeeze and fondle them. Suguru looks better than any of his fantasies do.

Satoru pulls away to swirl his tongue around one of those perky nipples. Suguru makes more noises, but never once did he opened his eyes. He briefly wondered how hard he has to fuck him until he wakes up.

Would the bed need to break? Or should he just use a few of those sex toys they keep in a box that’s hidden underneath their bed. Satoru kisses his shoulder, he pulls the shirt off first. Then his boxers, the next time he’ll ask Suguru to sleep naked.

Maybe with a vibrator inside him, or another butt plug. Satoru rushes to strip himself, when he was bare. He flips Suguru onto his stomach, kissing his back, over another two moles that are so close to each other they look like vampire bites.

He makes a note to tell him in the morning. Satoru leans back, he pushes Suguru’s hair out of his face, he nibbled his cheek. He sits up straight, the bottle of lube is sitting on their night stand.

They’re already running out, he’d have to buy another one soon. Satoru pours it over Sugurus hole. He traces the rim before pushing in a finger, he goes slowly, Suguru’s cock is starting to harden under him.

Satoru slides another finger inside him, Suguru makes more soft sounds in his sleep, he grins. Curling them inside him to draw another soft sound. He slides his hand underneath Suguru’s stomach, wrapping his hand around Suguru’s half hard cock. He leans over him, burying his face into Suguru’s neck. He takes in his scent, Satoru doesn’t know how to explain his scent.

It’s something on Suguru has, he leaves a trail of kisses up the side of his neck. Unfortunately, Suguru isn’t awake to bare his neck for him or give him any access.

He adds a third finger, Suguru is stretched enough that his fingers are easily sliding inside him. He angles his fingers where his prostate is, he strokes his cock quicker.

Suguru makes another soft sound before he’s coming over his hand and the sheets below him. Satoru will worry about the mess later, he brings up his cock to his twitching hole. Satoru slides the tip inside him, he gives a couple of shallow thrusts. Waiting for Suguru’s cock to harden again before he slams in all at once.

Satoru grips his hips, pulling them upwards so his ass is in the air. He pulls Suguru onto his cock repeatedly. Suguru whimpers softly, all the sounds he makes are breathy.

He leans down, pressing desperate kisses against his mouth. He knows it’s a fruitless attempt but he can’t care any more. He uses all his strength to fuck him thoroughly. Until the bed beneath them creeks with effort. Satoru bites his bottom lip, moving his hair to the side to kiss his nape. Suguru always feels good around him, like his ass was made for him and only him.

Suguru is so tight, it feels like he’s trying to milk his cock dry. Satoru feels the familiar heat pool up in his stomach. He curses softly, gripping his hips tighter and driving his cock faster inside him. Suguru is made to take every single inch of him.

A few more thrusts and he’s coming deeply inside Suguru’s ass. He grunts, biting his nape as if it’s a claiming mark. He takes a few moments to catch his breath, lapping up the area. He broke flesh, beads of blood trickling down.

Satoru frowns, despite that. He doesn’t wake up, he laps up the blood. He pulls out, his cock twitching weakly against Suguru’s thigh as he watched his cum trickle out.

He steps away for a moment, maneuvering Suguru so he’s laying on his back again. Satoru should change the sheets. But he’s too lazy for that, he uses his shirt to wipe away the mess he left.When he was satisfied, Satoru crawls back towards him, he buries his face in Suguru’s chest.

The steady sound of his heartbeat and warmth is enough to make all the irritation of the day wash away and be replaced with content.

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Satoru has his tongue sticking out, engrossed in whatever game he’s playing. Suguru has a towel wrapped around his waist, he lets it drop to the ground. His hair is still damp from the shower he just took.

Its one of those rare days, neither of them have any missions nor classes to teach. There’s probably some Gojo clan manner Satoru is ignoring but right now Suguru could care less about it. Right now? He’s unbelievably turned on, Satoru looks extra hot today.

His forearms flexing as he holds the console, he lets his sweatpants hang low on his hips, showing off his perfect v line. Satoru doesn’t even bother wearing a shirt. His hair is disheveled, sitting on their bed,

All of it makes him turned on, Suguru is no better than Satoru. He can’t keep his hands to himself. The bed dips when he gets on it, Satoru doesn’t bother looking up. Too focused on who knows what, it might be Mario kart. It’s all he’s been on since the morning. he crawls forwards.

He crawls over to him, taking a moment to adjust himself. Suguru slides his sweatpants all the way down, of course. He isn’t wearing boxers, he barley ever wears anything if they’re home. Suguru wraps his hand around Satoru’s cock.

"Mm…can you wait—fuck—I almost beat this level." Satoru says, stealing a glance before going back to his game.

"Hm? The strongest sorcerer alive can’t multitask?" Suguru purrs out, he rubs his thumb over the tip, purposely digging his finger into the slit. Satoru thrusts his hips into his palm, biting his lower lip.

His brows are furrowed, Suguru dips his head down to wrap his tongue around the tip. He hollows his cheek, taking a breath in before taking him all. Satoru lets a gasp above him. "You’re not being fair Suguru." He complains, thrusting his hips upwards.

The Nintendo switch gets abandoned somewhere, Suguru pushing his bangs out of his face. He makes eye contact with Satoru,sliding over to swirl his tongue over the tip. Taking in the taste of his pre cum. He grins up at him, kissing the tip, "lay down, I’m going to ride you,"

Satoru is quick to obey, sitting back with clear excitement. As if Suguru would change his mind if he’s not fast enough.

Suguru grabs the base of his cock, slides his hand over it one last time before he guides the tip to his slick hole.

He isn’t in the mood to be patient, he sits on his cock. Suguru throws his head back, "Why are you so hot? It’s like you’re begging me to seduce you." He grunts, grinding his hips back and forth in his ass.

Satoru grabs his ass, his hips thrusting up to meet every bounce. It makes Suguru see stars, he leans down to press a messy kiss to Satoru’s lips. He tastes the cake he ate this morning, Satoru is quick to slide his tongue into his mouth.

Suguru moans into the kiss, he ignores Satoru’s complain when he leans back. He places one of his hands against his chest, the other wrapped around his own cock. "You’re so tight Suguru," Satoru gasps, pulling him down on his cock over and over. "Wanna see you come."

He curses softly, staring down at Satoru like this only fueled his want even more. His eyes are glosses over, mouth open as soft sounds leave him. "Yeah?" Suguru says through another moan, "are you going to clean it up? Lick the mess clean?"

"Yes—yes please—" Suguru clenches around his cock, dragging another whimper out of him.

Satoru grips his hips even tighter, he doesn’t let Suguru even move. Fucking upwards into his prostate. He throws his head back, leaving marks behind on his chest. Satoru leans forward to sink his teeth into his shoulder. He comes first, cumming deep inside Satoru.

He doesn’t stop thrusting into his hole, the movement sloppy from the cum already inside him. Suguru grinds back on his cock, his own dick twitched uselessly before he comes over his stomach.

Satoru swipes a thumb through the mess, bringing it up to his lips. He makes a show out of it, swirling his tongue over his thumb. "Mm, I love the taste." He mutters

"Cause you’re gross." Suguru answered, his voice rough from use. Satoru leans forward to steal a kiss, not caring if Suguru can taste himself on him,

He doesn’t pull out, apparently too lazily. Suguru doesn’t bother with it either. There’s a weird sort of comfort he gets. He feels warm in more than one way. Suguru lays on his chest, he watches as Satoru picks up his console from where he left it on the night stand. "Really?"

"Hey, it’s your fault I have to restart."

Suguru huffs, he kisses a spot on his jawline before closing his eyes. There is nowhere else he would rather be.

If there are other lifetimes, he hopes he’s with Satoru in every one of them