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With a soft laugh, Suguru pushes his fingers back inside Satoru, stretching him, but with less intent now; they can take this a little slower. He nuzzles against Satoru, kissing him deeply again and again, his free hand skimming Satoru's side.

"I love you, Satoru," he whispers between kisses, "so much." More than he can articulate in words. He never thought he'd get to show Satoru he loved him like this, so he feels a little discombobulated; he wants everything, all at once, but that doesn't seem the right direction. "You're doing so well for me."

He won't push further than this yet, enjoying simply kissing and touching Satoru, while waiting for him to settle.

Happy and soothed as he settles back down from the overstimulation, Satoru rocks his hips into the touch, seeking more. "Good," he murmurs happily, pulling back from the kiss for a moment just so he can smile up at Suguru, happy and besotted. "More. A little more? So in love with you I'm getting a little overwhelmed. You were so hot like that. The way you look at me. Couldn't take it."

Nuzzling the tips of their noses together for a moment, Satoru huffs a soft, happy breath against Suguru's lips, just holding him close and pressing their heads together, absorbing all the love and contact that he can, now that he's got it at just the right level so that he doesn't feel like he's drowning.

"Make me come?" Communicating clearly remains a struggle, but he hooks the index and middle fingers of one hand against where they're pressed at the back of Suguru's skull, trying to explain his request via gesture. Which may or may not communicate anything. "Please. Then fuck me. My Suguru."

"Was I looking at you any differently than normal?" Suguru teases, nipping at his jaw and pressing kisses all over his face. "Like you're everything good and amazing in my life."

Which is what Satoru is, if he's honest, even at his most annoying. He's filled with love for this man, amazed that he can express it openly now, and gets to do this. And luckily, he's had years of figuring out Satoru and what he means, so he thinks he understands what that gesture means. With another kiss, he fucks his fingers in and out of Satoru's hole, pressing against his prostate as he slides his fingers inside him.

"Can you come like this, baby? Or do you need more?" He'll have time to learn Satoru's body and what makes him tick eventually, but this is new, uncharted territory for him.

"Ah! Yeah. Perfect." Satoru keens happily, writhing up into the touch and nuzzling at Suguru as he basks in all those kisses. "Just that. Do that."

Laughter bubbles up between the kisses, pure joy distilled in him and rippling up through his throat. "You were. Suguru. You don't usually look at me like you're gonna eat me. You don't ... you don't usually look at me. You're--ah! hnng." Satoru arches up, body quivering, giggles spilling from him, but he's still determined to talk through it since he has something to say. "You only look at me in glances. You can't hold my gaze because I'm usually looking at you. Woulda figured you out if you'd looked at me like that. Fuck, Suguru."

Keening needily, Satoru winds his arms around Suguru's shoulders instead, gripping tight to him and pressing his face into the side of Suguru's neck, gasping and moaning as he gets closer, then suddenly arching his neck back with a cry as he comes, muscles pulling taut.

"I couldn't look at you too long." He would have made things awkward between them, or at least he thought that was it. Now, of course, he knows it wouldn't have been awkward, but rather an unleashing of everything between them. A pity he hadn't. "I wanted to devour you all the time. And sometimes you looked a little besotted and I couldn't handle that."

Having all of Satoru's focus on him made him feel flustered, most of the time. So he avoided acknowledging his attention. "Now I can look all I want."

Which he intends to do, now that he knows he can without giving himself away.

Suguru keeps fingering him, groaning when he feels Satoru clench around him. He comes in sticky spurts between them, and Suguru watches him, watching his body clench and tremble. Satoru is easily the most beautiful person he knows, and seeing him like this, coming apart just on his fingers, is the most intensely erotic sight in the world. Suguru keeps his fingers inside Satoru until he relaxes, until he's no longer coming between them, and then leans in for another kiss. "Look at you," he whispers. "So gorgeous."

Satoru smiles dazedly up at his lover as he recovers, feeling so happy under Suguru's gaze like this. He makes a soft sound into the kiss, eyes closing again as Suguru kisses him. As Suguru speaks, Satoru smiles adoringly up at him, white lashes fluttering around his shining blue eyes. He feels so loved and safe in Suguru's arms, and he loves hearing that Suguru finds him beautiful. Even though Satoru knows that he's objectively beautiful, most of the time it doesn't matter. He likes attention, sure, but he also gets overwhelmed by the attention of adoring strangers. It's Suguru's attention he wants.

"Please, 'guru," he mumbles, reaching up to brush a strand of Suguru's hair back behind his ear. "Please fill me up. Claim me. Gotta consummate this properly, you know. Make me yours."

"Can't let you forget," Suguru agrees, kissing him quickly. "Can't let either of us forget."

And yet before he does that, there's one thing he wants to do. Satoru's cum covers his stomach and chest, and Suguru scoots down a little, bowing his head over Satoru so he can lick it up, tongue gentle against him as he does so. He doesn't do a thorough job of it, mostly wanting a taste; once he's gathered some of it, he sits back, looking at Satoru with a pleased smile, and swallows it down.

The bottle of lube is still on the bed, and he fumbles it open, pouring some on his fingers so he can slick his dick. With his dry hand, he reaches for a pillow to prop under Satoru's hips, and lifts one of his legs to his shoulder. He settles between Satoru's thighs, glancing at Satoru's face as he lines up his cock. "Ready, baby?" he asks, kissing his knee.

Satoru groans at the sight of Suguru's tongue sliding out to clean up a little of the seed spattered across his belly and chest. Flustered but pleased, Satoru drags his teeth over his lower lip, giving Suguru a lopsided smile in return. "You're so fucking hot," Satoru mumbles, embarrassed by Suguru's little demonstration but also immensely happy about it.

Doing his best to cooperate as Suguru gets him settled, Satoru gives a needy little whine at the sight of Suguru's hand slicking across his thick cock.

"That cock, Suguru," Satoru says, eyes glittering with wicked appreciation. "It's obscene."

His hips twitch up, rutting against the head of Suguru's cock, impatient to have him inside. It takes everything has to stay put where Suguru's arranged him rather than wriggling around with excited eagerness. "Yes. Please. I need you, Suguru. My Suguru."

When Satoru's hips twitch, Suguru smirks, biting down on the soft flesh on the side of his thigh. "Wriggly," he comments, making a mental note for later; he will tie Satoru one of these days and make him come apart. But without waiting for a response, he pushes inside Satoru.

Suguru watches as he pushes in, torn between looking at Satoru's face and watching his hole suck in his cock, and Suguru has to remind himself that he's going to see this again and again. He moves slowly, letting Satoru adjust to his size, but he is relentless, not stopping until he's fully sheathed inside his tight little hole.

"Ahh, Satoru, you feel so good around me."

Now he gives Satoru a moment before he pulls back, rocking into him again with a little more force, balls slapping against his ass as he does so. He eventually settles into a steady rhythm— not one meant to make him come yet, but to fill him up, make him remember this for days.

Gasping with pleasure at the bite, Satoru's lips part, playful retort on the tip of his tongue, but then Suguru pushes forward and all words are forgotten. He moans gratefully, eyes rolling up with bliss before focusing on Suguru's face again. Low-lidded and smug with pleasure, Satoru can't stop grinning even in between his gasps and moans, happy to finally have his Suguru above him and inside him like this.

"Fuck, you're big," Satoru laughs appreciatively, wiggling a little beneath him as the strain starts to feel a little too intense, trying to squirm to get a better angle, but Suguru pushes forward mercilessly and Satoru whines. He gives his lover a pout, even though he doesn't really mean it, doesn't actually want him to stop. "Aren't you in yet? Is there still more of you?"

Laughing more (which can't possibly be helping make this any easier on him), Satoru swats at him. "You're not going to fit, you're massive, I can't take it."

Breath shaky when finally Suguru settles inside of him, balls warm against his cleft and pubes tickling at Satoru's entrance, Satoru's momentarily silenced, staring up at him with an expression of lost yearning, unable to believe that this is really happening.

"Suguru," he murmurs, wanting to somehow find words to express how much he loves him. But he can't come up with anything, and then Suguru pulls back and he gasps, only to yelp as Suguru thrusts forward again. "Fuck! Ah, Suguru." Laughing again, Satoru squirms beneath him, trying to escape a little of the onslaught. "I'm being bullied."

"But you like it," Suguru counters smugly, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust. "You asked for this, didn't you? You can take it, baby. You can handle everything I can give you."

Though he does wait for a moment before pulling back, so he can push forward again. He loves how open and playful Satoru is right now. He wants Satoru to be happy and joyful; his letter mentioned wanting to laugh, and beyond that, Suguru loves it when he's happy.

Suguru leans forward, letting Satoru's leg slip off his shoulder, so he can kiss Satoru again. He feels deeper inside Satoru like this, and although it doesn't give him the leverage to fuck into him as intensely as he'd like, being able to kissSatoru makes up for that.

Satoru yelps again at that sharp thrust, then moans, grinning as his eyes manage to re-focus on Suguru's smug face. "Fuck, you're hot when you're being mean to me," Satoru flirts.

Greedy for more kisses, Satoru welcomes him down readily, arms winding around Suguru's shoulders as he kisses him back. He moans shamelessly, licking into Suguru's mouth as his nails dig into Suguru's shoulders to keep him close.

This position gives him a little more leverage, so he pushes his hips up into each thrust, eager for more despite his complaints. Like this, Suguru rubs a little more heavily against his prostate with each thrust, and it feels so deeply intimate, filled up with Suguru as they kiss. Satoru can't help but cling to him, still terrified that it isn't real. He wants this too much, desperate to be wanted and claimed by the man he loves, to feel Suguru moving deep inside of himself.

"So you've always found me hot?" Suguru teases, between kisses. It is just teasing; he isn't often mean to Satoru, unless he's acting out or being bratty. He has been firm with him, which he'll now experience in a new light.

He can't seem to keep his lips off Satoru's, whispering and moaning his name and reassurances between kisses. He rocks his hips into Satoru in a steady rhythm, not trying to rush to the end of this. If he could stay in Satoru's arms like this for the rest of his life, he would. He certainly doesn't want this to end, and then to sleep, and then wake up tomorrow to the cold reality of the day, when they have to sort out everything else. He does believe Satoru, that Satoru saw him in the letters, but there's still stuff they need to address.

For now, though, Suguru keeps touching him, tasting him, filling him up. He never thought he'd have this, and it's still so new, so unbelievable.

"I love you," he whispers against Satoru's lips. "I love you, I love you."

"Isn't that what I just said?" Satoru's grin is wide and stupid, unable to help how it splits his face even through the kisses.

"Suguru," he murmurs in return, clinging easing off a little as Suguru's thrusts become more steady instead of the sharp, goading snaps of his hips. His hands slip back up to Suguru's hair, cradling his head to keep him close as they kiss again and again. "Suguru, my Suguru. I love you, too."

He nuzzles at Suguru with a little whimper of affection, then holds his face for a moment, needing to gaze up at him with hopeless adoration for a moment before he tips back into desperately needing more kisses. "I love you," he echoes back at him, in the breath as their lips seal together again and his fingers tangle tight in Suguru's hair, clinging to him and kissing fiercely, yearning, whimpers spilling into the kiss as his hips lift against Suguru, chasing every inch of him, to be filled with Suguru in every possible way.

Suguru is just as happy to provide him exactly what he needs, kissing him with just as much desperation and need as Satoru. He slides a hand down his side, curling it around Satoru's thigh and squeezing. He smiles into the kisses, unable to contain the joy he feels in the moment.

It might get complicated in the morning, but he isn't thinking about that. Just about this moment, and Satoru, and how lucky he is to have this, something he never expected.

"My Satoru," he whispers against his lips. "Baby. Unbelievable that we're here."

He adjust his hips again, guiding Satoru's leg around him and fucking in deeper, with harder thrusts.

Satoru moans as Suguru focuses on thrusting deep and hard like that. His neck arches again, white lashes falling shut against his cheek, hips lifting into it, offering himself up utterly for Suguru to take. "Yes," he murmurs, letting his hands fall back against the mattress so that he can focus on gazing up at Suguru instead, on coordinating his muscles to lift into each thrust, meeting Suguru and welcoming him deep. "Want to be all filled up with you. Want you to claim me, come inside of me. I've always want--always wanted ... you should ..." It's hard to think, hard to string his words together, and moving in unison with Suguru is obviously the most important thing. Gazing up at Suguru is the next most critical priority, and that's harder to do when particularly hard thrusts make his neck arch and his eyes roll up.

"You should fuck me tomorrow morning," he says, determined to get the words out eventually, even if he keeps getting distracted. "Slip a plug inside me afterward. So that you'll know. When I'm doing everything else. When I'm in those interviews. That I'm filled up with your cum and thinking of you."

At Satoru's words, Suguru freezes, mind going blank for what feels like an eternity but is really just a few moments. He groans, dropping his head to Satoru's shoulder and biting down on him out of the sheer overwhelming amount of thoughts running through him at that suggestion. Suguru isn't normally feral like that, not given to biting like Satoru, but that's just too much to cope with. Knowing Satoru would be in interviews, filled with his cum, is a thought he'd never considered before, wouldn't have let himself think about in any way. It was enough they used the same laundry detergent, that they hugged enough to smell vaguely like each other, and that every time Satoru rubbed against him, he was also picking up Suguru's scent.

Eventually, he regroups, lifting his head so he can look at Satoru, once again rocking his hips into Satoru. His fingers grip Satoru's hip, hard enough to bruise. He's breathless and panting, voice a heavy purr when he finds his voice.

"Would you like that, princess? Going around filled up with my cum, reassured that you're mine, no matter what you're doing." Talking and charming the interviewers, flirting with them, knowing Suguru's cum is inside him. Suguru has to stop again, too close to coming, almost overwhelmed. "Fuck. Just thinking about that is going to make me come."

Satoru blinks in confused alarm when Suguru so suddenly stops, and he's worried that he's displeased Suguru somehow with this idea. The groan and the bite quickly reassure him, sending a shivery thrill through Satoru in response, and his grin returns, hips grinding up against Suguru as ripples of excited satisfaction pour through him, smug about getting such a reaction out of his beloved. That bite is going to leave a mark, and Satoru feels immensely pleased about that, wanting every possible proof that he belongs to Suguru.

His breath shudders into him as Suguru starts to speak again, starts to move inside him. That low, possessive purr in Suguru's voice is going to undo him, especially when Satoru knows he's the reason for it, he's done this to Suguru. "Yeah. Mhm," he nods rapidly, whimpering as Suguru speaks to him like that, looks at him like that, and it immediately brings quivers through his body again, dizzied by the power of being able to draw out this side of Suguru and how hopelessly aroused he is by this side of Suguru. "See, aren't you glad I talked you out of using condoms?" Satoru laughs, breathy and playful, slipping one hand down between them to wrap around his own cock, giving himself a squeeze.

"Oh, no." Suguru grabs his hand before he can squeeze too much, linking his fingers with Satoru's. "You're going to come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?" He lifts their hands over Satoru's head, pressing it down into the pillows. If Satoru tells him no, he'll let go, and touch Satoru himself, but he wants to see. He knows Satoru can, considering his first orgasm, but sometimes the second hits differently.

"I want you to remember this tomorrow. Walk around thinking about me inside you, coming apart on my cock, and know that I'll do this to you again tomorrow." Big promises, especially when everything feels so new. But then, Suguru has always promised Satoru everything, and it's been rare when he wasn't able to deliver. "Especially since I'll fill you up in the morning."

Saying it aloud makes him feel wild around the edges, feral with something, and Suguru's hips snap with a particularly strong thrust.

Satoru's breath hitches as Suguru catches his hand like that, hole clenching around Suguru's cock. He can't even bear how hot Suguru is like this, commanding him and claiming him. It's better than anything he could have imagined, and he feels a surge of love and trust and desire as Suguru entwines their fingers and pins his hand to the bed. Keening a little, Satoru nods again, further whimpers spilling from him as Suguru keeps talking, promising Satoru everything he needs. "Yeah," he murmurs, unable to manage more words than that but wanting to try and communicate his understanding, his willingness, his eagerness to please Suguru.

He wasn't confident he'd be able to walk tomorrow, nor that he'd be able to think about anything other than Suguru's cock inside of him, Suguru's seed still slick and hot inside his body, and the promise of Suguru again when he got home, drawing out the plug and slipping his long fingers inside Satoru's hole again to check and see if that slickness was still there.

Yelping again at that sharp thrust, Satoru arches beneath him, wriggling his hips to try and get a better angle. "A little shallower? Higher? Please." Satoru whines, thighs shifting against Suguru's hips as he seeks what he needs, but then his whines deepen into moans as he gets it, as Suguru finds just the right angle for him. "Yes. Suguru. Need you."

Undulating up against him, shameless and desperate, Satoru grips tight to Suguru's hand, eyes closing and brow furrowing as he chases the pleasure of it. "Keep ... keep talking. Suguru. Please. You say the most wonderful things."

Patting Satoru's hip in approval, grateful he did know what he needed to get off, Suguru kisses him again. "Good boy," he says softly, drawing back so he can better angle his hips, fucking into him with a determination to get him to come just on his cock, wanting to feel Satoru clench around him and break apart.

"I wasn't sure you'd take that first letter to heart," he murmurs. "Now you want me to tell you all the filthy things I intend to do to you." The things he's dreamt about, the things he's thought about but repressed, ashamed and dirty when he realized he was thinking about his best friend in such an obscene manner. The brief flashes of desire sharpening into erotic fantasies, felt and seen and tucked away into the back of his mind for a later he never expected.

And now he gets that.

"I want to see how many times you can come for me. Tie you up and take you apart, slowly. Make you come until you're coming dry and can't keep a single thought in your head except me." For a moment, he goes quiet, contemplating what color rope he wants to use on Satoru. A pretty blue, to match his eyes, or something else. Black, to contrast his hair and skin. Red, the traditional color of shibari. Which— "Want to tie you up in some pretty knots, let you walk around it all day, so every time you shift, you have to think about me."

It truly is a pity Satoru will be in interviews the next day; Suguru would otherwise be mouthing all of this against his neck, leaving a dozen marks. But one day soon.

"On days when you're antsy or impatient, I'm going to make you kneel between my legs. Maybe under the desk, and just look at me. If you're good, you'll get my cock."

Satoru responds to each part of this with soft whimpers and little whispers of Suguru's name, eyes still squeezed shut because Suguru's voice and Suguru's touch are overwhelming enough, and Satoru simply can't bear seeing the look in his eyes, too. He wants this so much that it hurts, and the pleasure of it is unbearable, same as when he'd had Suguru's mouth on him. He feels too much about all of it.

Squirming harder as he gets closer, almost struggling against Suguru's grip and under Suguru's thrusts, Satoru keeps his grip tight on his beloved's hand.

He wouldn't have expected that Suguru would be so drawn to public kinks, when he's such a carefully private person. It's thrilling to imagine sharing secret kinks like this. Himself, tomorrow, with a careless sprawl and a roguish grin for the camera despite a constant awareness of Suguru's seed inside him and the bulb of a plug making him think of Suguru's promise to fuck him again. Suguru, on some day in the office, cooly commanding Satoru to kneel under the desk. Sending emails and taking calls with Satoru's mouth on his cock. Bending Satoru over the desk and fucking him hard--if he earns it.

Crying out as he comes, Satoru bucks under Suguru, spine twisting and free hand scrabbling at the sheets, seed spattering up across his belly and chest to join the previous streaks of it that remained.

Unlike earlier, with his mouth, Suguru has no intention of stopping, no matter how Satoru squirms and writhes beneath him. He can almost feel the impending orgasm, from them both, and he wants that, especially Satoru's. There's no begging to stop, no words of pleading despite the wriggling, and so he keeps thrusting into him.

He feels it when Satoru comes, clenching around his cock, and he slows down slightly, although he keeps fucking his love through that orgasm, savoring the way he looks, the way he sounds when he's coming apart. There will be time to learn him, he knows, but there's nothing quite like this, the first time.

Suguru kisses his chest and shoulders, wherever he can reach, slowly rolling his hips into Satoru until his cock stops spurting, and only then does he lean up and refocus. He needs a little more stimulation than that, and he wants to see Satoru overwhelmed. But it doesn't take him long, just a few more thrusts, deep inside Satoru before he's also coming, with a cry of Satoru's name, hips jerking to a stop as his cock twitches inside Satoru, filling him up with his seed.

Suguru fucks him through it so perfectly, so indulgently, and Satoru moans and shivers blissfully, just about to start melting into the afterglow when Suguru speeds up again, thrusting hard and firm against his overstimulated nerves. Satoru bucks up beneath him, mewling and struggling a little at the intensity of it, and his body clenches tight around Suguru, greedy for him even as Satoru whines.

Panting as Suguru stops, Satoru glances up, low-lidded and a little bit wary, but a grin quickly grows on his lips, smug and contented, and he shifts to tangle arms and limbs around Suguru, snuggling him close and tucking his face against the crook of his neck. "My Suguru," he mumbles, nuzzling at him. "That was hot." He pressed a couple of heated kisses to Suguru's throat, rumbling with satisfaction.

Suguru rests his head against Satoru's shoulder, a laugh rumbling through his body. "I thought sex might tire you out, but you're still talkative." But it's endearing, and he is right— it was incredibly hot. He snuggles close, unconcerned about the mess between them, content to lie in Satoru's arms for a minute or two. He runs his fingers through Satoru's hair, still so eager to hold him close.

He's careful when he pulls away, once he's grown soft and the sticky mess between them starts cooling. It takes a moment to untangle himself from Satoru. "Going to get a towel," he says, careful to reassure his lover, kissing his forehead before getting up. He disappears into the ensuite to grab a towel, cleaning himself up, and then reappears to wipe down Satoru's chest and stomach carefully, and between his cheeks. He tosses the towel aside, once he's done, and climbs back into bed with him. It's only when he's pulling Satoru back into his arms that he thinks it might be a good idea to ask if Satoru wants him to sleep in the same bed, and the question lingers on his tongue.

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