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Satoru hovered above Suguru, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his head. His ass was perfectly lined up, the usual silent agreement when Suguru said—
“Sit on my face.”
“Kinda what I was already planning to do,” He chuckled. A familiar grin played on Satoru’s lips. “You never get tired of this, huh?”
He started to shift back, ass aimed squarely for Suguru’s face. As he lowered himself, he felt hands on his hips, firm and urgent.
“No, no, baby—wait.” Suguru’s voice was rough, husky with want. “Not your ass. I want your cock.”
Satoru blinked. “...Huh?”
“I want your dick in my throat,” Suguru growled. “Sit on me and shove it in. Ride my mouth, choke me with it, please baby.
Satoru’s knees dug into the mattress as he hovered above Suguru’s face, his cock already twitching with anticipation. His breath hitched—not from lust, but from hesitation. He looked down, strands of snowy hair falling forward.
“You sure?” he asked, voice low, the head of his cock brushing Suguru’s lips.
Suguru grinned—lazy, dark, and wanton. “What, scared you’ll break me?” His tongue darted out, tasting Satoru’s precum as if it were ambrosia. “Sit on me, babe.”
The switch in tone made Satoru’s heart stutter. “If I really sit on you, how are you gonna breathe?”
“I want your cock down my fucking throat,” Suguru growled, reaching up and gripping Satoru's hips. “Put it in. Sit. Let me worry about breathing, sweetheart.”
Satoru blinked, heart pounding. He could always read a lie in Suguru’s eyes. But right now, all he saw was hunger. No fear, no hesitation—just the raw need to be used. Satoru hesitated for only a second longer before surrendering.
“Fuck, alright,” Satoru muttered.
He shifted forward slightly, his knees sliding until they bracketed Suguru’s head. His cock stood long and proud, flushed dark at the tip, thick with need. Suguru opened his mouth wide, obedient, eager, a moan vibrating in his chest before the head even touched his tongue. Satoru lowered his hips, letting his cock sink into Suguru’s mouth, inch by inch. The heat enveloped him instantly. Suguru’s tongue curled around the shaft greedily, and Satoru let out a sharp breath, hips bucking just slightly from instinct.
“Sugu—God,” he hissed.
Suguru didn’t flinch. Instead, he groaned—deep and loud—the vibration rippling along Satoru’s entire length. That moan, muffled by cock, made something snap. Satoru leaned forward slightly, his pelvis tilting instinctively, and he began to gently roll his hips.
It started slow—like a testing grind. The head of his cock pushed deeper, and he felt resistance as he hit the back of Suguru’s throat. Suguru didn’t gag. He just swallowed, relaxed, and opened up, as if he’d been made to take this.
“You’re really… taking it all, huh?” Satoru murmured, voice trembling.
Suguru's only reply was a wet, hungry gurgle as Satoru's cock slid down again, thick veins dragging across the slick heat of his throat. His chin buried under Satoru's balls now, his face smothered by the weight of Satoru's thighs, his air reduced to stolen gulps between strokes. He didn’t care. He loved it.
Satoru’s hips began to move rhythmically—not fast, but firm. Each forward rock of his hips forced his cock into Suguru’s throat, and each pullback made Suguru suck. He wasn’t just receiving—he was devouring, throat tight and clenching around every inch.
“God, your throat—” Satoru’s fingers dug into his own thighs, sweat starting to form along his abs. His breathing turned ragged. “—you’re gonna make me cum already.”
Suguru moaned in response, loud and deep, the sound reduced to wet vibrations muffled by cock and heat and spit. His hands slid up, groping Satoru’s hips possessively, pulling him down even harder.
“Shit—” Satoru’s voice cracked.
Without thinking, he swirled his tongue around two of his fingers, reaching behind himself—just a flicker of instinct—and those slick fingers slid between his cheeks, teasing his own entrance. The gasp that left him was high and breathless. He kept riding—kept fucking Suguru’s throat—as his fingers pressed inward, slow and trembling.
“I’m gonna… fuckk,” he whispered.
His cock now moved in and out with slick, wet squelches. Suguru’s spit pooled and ran down his chin, onto his neck, soaking the sheets. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t resist. If anything, he moaned louder as air grew scarce and his cock throbbed untouched beneath Satoru's weight. Satoru’s thighs trembled. He was close. So fucking close.
Satoru’s thighs shook as he tried to balance the overwhelming pleasure, his mind fogged by the wet heat of Suguru’s throat and the slick pulse of his own finger inside himself. The friction was maddening. Every time he rocked forward, his cock disappeared into that choking heat. Every time he drew back, a thick line of spit clung to his shaft, connecting him to Suguru’s tongue like a leash.
Suguru, beneath him, was wild. His fists clenched the sheets, hips twitching, his cock hard and leaking, untouched, his throat absolutely ruined, and loving it. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe properly, but his body begged louder than words ever could. His moans had turned to near growls, swallowed each time Satoru’s cock dove deeper.
His whole world had become Satoru’s weight, his cock, and the sweet ache in his lungs that only made him harder.
Satoru looked down—panting, flushed, his lip caught between his teeth.
“You’re fuckin’ sick,” he gasped, voice shaking as he pushed his hips down again, “—look at you… m–moaning with my cock choking you. You’re gonna—” his head threw back, groaning once, low, before looking back down at Suguru. “You’re gonna pa–pass out and I’ll still be riding your throat—”
Suguru’s muffled sound was somewhere between a whimper and a growl, his throat flexing around Satoru’s cock as if to beg him not to stop, and Satoru didn’t. He couldn’t, not when he was this close, not when he could feel himself swelling and seizing, so, so close to the edge.
“Fuuuck—! Gonna—” His breath hitched as his finger pushed deeper into his own hole, hips bucking down sharply, burying every inch into Suguru’s face. The sound Suguru made then was filthy—a loud, choking moan, swallowed deep in his wrecked throat as Satoru came. It hit like lightning. His whole body arched, thighs clenching around Suguru’s face, hips grinding down as his cock throbbed deep inside Suguru’s throat, pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting straight down. Suguru’s Adam’s apple twitched as he tried to swallow it all, gagging slightly, but refusing to pull away.
Satoru was moaning, shaking above him. “Shit—shit—fuck, Sug’ru—fuck—” He ground his hips forward in tiny jerks, making sure every drop was buried deep. Suguru's arms wrapped around his thighs and held him there—tight, demanding—until Satoru’s body gave out and he slumped forward, hands landing on the headboard. Finally, Satoru pulled out, slowly, and his cock came free with a wet pop, spit and cum dripping from Suguru’s lips. His chest heaved, but his grin—dazed and soaked—was pure satisfaction.
“Holy fuck,” Satoru whispered.
Suguru coughed once, laughed, then licked his lips. “See? Told you I could take it.”
Satoru turned, sliding down to lie beside him, cock still twitching, his hole still quivering from the stretch of his own finger. “You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered.
“Damn right,” Suguru rasped, pulling Satoru into a messy, sloppy kiss—swapping the taste of spit, cum, and something dangerously close to obsession.