[ Pouting a little, he nuzzles into the soft skin of Suguru's stomach, careful to dodge around his burns and scars, the little echoes of that Gojo-sensei did to him and his fighting with Okkotsu-senpai. Yuji doesn't want him to be feeling any kind of pain right now, and that means he's going to be careful enough.
Kissing at his hip, almost getting lost in the desire to sink his mouth down over Suguru's cock, he stops himself and rests his chin on him instead. ]
[ Suguru likes to think he doesn't have much ego left to tarnish, and yet Yuji is catering to it just the same, avoiding the gnarled scars and pitted skin that cover so much of Suguru's upper body. The scars extend down his hip but not further than his thigh, but they're easy to avoid once Yuji gets to his belly.
He keeps stroking Yuji's hair, weary eyes watching as Yuji kisses and nuzzles with an undeniable fondness. ]
Evil cult leaders with missing limbs? Tsk tsk, Yuji; that's the kind of type that will get you in trouble.
[ Yuji can't help himself, the way he wants to devour the skin here, to keep kissing and touching Suguru until he's falling apart from his desire - but he resists the urge, settling between his lover's legs instead, thumbs rubbing at his thighs absently.
He's warm, and handsome, and even if Suguru doesn't think he's worth much, Yuji is desperately, painfully in love with him. ]
[ Deep trouble. But Suguru is a selfish creature, and husk he may be, he's not going to cast Yuji out. He'll take this comfort and this moment with this teenager, because what else does he have?
As Yuji reaches for the lube, Suguru arches his spine, tilting his hips up to give Yuji all the access he needs. Hand abandoning Yuji's hair to slide down, Suguru briefly strokes his own cock before dipping lower and cradling his balls, lifting them out of the way to show himself off for Yuji. Something they never got to experience together in high school, so someone else was Suguru's first this way, even if Yuji had so many others. ]
Be a little extra generous with the lube, if you don't mind. It's been a while for me. [ Like, years, maybe? ]
As much as you need and like. Tell me if you think you want more.
[ Tucking himself against Suguru’s body, letting his legs spread open, Yuji lets his fingers slip down and start to explore between the other man’s legs. He’s done this to himself, and he’s had Suguru do it to him before, so he has a good idea, but…
He’s going to be careful with it all the same.
Slowly, using as much lube as he dares, he begins to press his finger into Suguru, biting his lip and focussing with all his concentration. ]
[ The first finger is easy. Suguru has more than enough experience to know how to relax, and with the healthy helping of lube, Yuji's digit sinks smoothly inside the snug heat of Suguru's ass. A pleased sound rumbles in Suguru's chest, eyes closing and head tipping back as he adjusts. It's not a strain, not really, but it feels unfamiliar after so long. ]
[ He pouts up at Suguru, crooking his finger just a little bit. He’s a little nervous, there’s no denying that, but he’s also desperate to please and keen to do well, heart in his throat. ]
It’s my first time doing this, so I want to take my time a little bit.
[ Suguru's hips lift slightly with that curl of Yuji's finger, neatly grazing over his prostate without focusing on it yet. He chuckles faintly, reaching out with his only hand to run through Yuji's hair again. ]
Fine, fine, don't let me rush you.
[ It's sweet that Yuji wants to take his time, even if it seems counterintuitive to show a man like Suguru gentleness. ]
[ Smiling, fond and happy, Yuji lets his fingers move a little more, explorative and interested, to see how Suguru reacts. All the same, it doesn't take too long for him to slide another finger into Suguru, curving it up and watching with wide, lusting eyes. ]
[ For all his deception and masks, Suguru doesn't put on a performance for Yuji here. He just woke up, and he's content in the comfortable familiarity of being with Yuji. He doesn't restrain himself, but he also doesn't moan loudly or emphasize his reactions to the careful exploration of Yuji's fingers.
If Yuji wants Suguru to fall apart, he gets to earn it.
No wincing with the second finger, no tensing or hisses of pain; it sinks into Suguru’s snug heat, muscles stretching to accommodate Yuji’s touch. Suguru hums low in his throat, approving. ]
That’s g— nngh—
[ Suguru intends to give Yuji a little positive feedback, some assurance that he isn’t hurting Suguru or anything, but the curl of Yuji’s fingers cuts him short. His only hand grabs at the sheets, twisting in fabric as he gasps, arching to chase Yuji’s touch. ]
There. [ Suguru is almost breathless now. ]
Do that again. [ His words sound an awful lot like an order instead of a request, but oh well. ]
[ Yuji's eyes widen as he watches Suguru, seeing the way he reacts. He's a novice at this, but being able to inspire such a wonderful and exciting noise out of this man, especially this first time... It makes his cheeks flare a brighter red, and he licks his lips as he leans a little closer, addicted to the noises his partner is making.
He's perfect. He's beautiful, even with his scars and losses. Yuji loves him, painfully and desperately, despite everything. In spite of everything, but because of everything, too. The adoration is there, burning and fuelling him, and he doesn't stop, fingers flexing a little. ]
Anything for you, Suguru.
[ He keeps up what he was doing, the curl of his fingers, the movement, even daring to add another to push for more. ]
[ Anything for you. It’s the kind of wholehearted promise that Suguru heard often among his loyal ranks of curse users and the waves of monkeys who came crawling to his shrine for respite from the curses that plagued them. Anything for the man at the heart of the cult. But even if there’s a sense of worship in Yuji’s touch, that love is so much more… intense than the devotion of Suguru’s flock.
It resonates with Suguru on an emotional level he didn’t know still existed in his twisted, withered heart.
The steadiness in Suguru’s breathing vanishes as Yuji fixes his attention on curling and pressing against that delicious bundle of nerves that Suguru nearly forgot could feel so good. Suguru had been determined to remain in control for so long, in all facets of his life, that he'd neglected parts of himself that seemed irrelevant, useless, or simply a liability. Even in the occasional fling over the past decade that Suguru indulged in allowing any vulnerability, he didn't fully relax. He held himself on a choke-chain of restraint, always aloof and removed.
For some reason, that's harder now with Yuji.
Three fingers, and Suguru's lashes flutter as his eyes roll back, as his hips rock with Yuji's exploratory rhythm – not taking or demanding so much as moving with Yuji. ]
Yuji...
[ Suguru's low moan of Yuji's name is softer, hitching with a flicker of the openhearted responses that used to be so natural when it was just the two of them together in school. When things weren't perfect, but at least Suguru remembered what it felt like to be happy. To smile and mean it. ]
[ This feels painfully familiar, nostalgic in a way that Yuji thinks he shouldn't be feeling at such a young age. He's in a particularly unique position, however, and he knows that the nature of the time travel curse has made things harder for them both - but they get to be together now, and the fact that Suguru seems to love him as much as he had done in the past is more than enough for a Yuji desperate for his affection and approval.
Fingers continue to work, less focus now on stretching and preparing Suguru and more on actually making him feel good, on bringing him those sparks of pleasure that Yuji himself knows so intimately. It feels good, to have fingers pushing in, bullying a little, but nothing compares to the sheer joy and excitement of having a cock slide into you.
That he knows too well.
Leaning down, he nuzzles into Suguru before he smiles. ]
[ The combination of how at ease Suguru is and the healthy helping of lube leaves little room for uncomfortable friction, the stretch of unused muscles far more pleasure than pain as Suguru adjusts. He's almost too distracted by the way Yuji touches him to focus on the question, but the reminder of what Yuji wants and intends to do startles out a breathless huff of— approval? Amusement? Nothing quite so joyful as he used to be, but the sound that escapes Suguru is far lighter.
Untangling his fingers from the sheets, Suguru reaches for Yuji, drawing his lover back up to seek his lips for a kiss. Slow, with the languid slide of Suguru's tongue curling around Yuji's, Suguru waits to break away before he nods. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ He nips Yuji's bottom lip, easing away to smile at him. ]
[ The kiss is easy, familiar, and Yuji sinks into it with the tenderness that's always reserved for this man. Each kiss is a blessing these days - the knowledge that Suguru lived, that they can be together, that he can wake up each morning and have just a little more time is something painfully unique.
Pulling back, breathing a little harder, Yuji nods as he licks his lips. ]
Hold on, then.
[ Sliding off the bed, Yuji brings Suguru with him, lifting the other man into his arms with ease. It doesn't seem like it bothers him at all, which is the truth: compared to a car and some of the curses Yuji's fought, Suguru doesn't weigh that much at all. It's simple to walk him over to the wall and press his back into it gently. ]
[ Suguru only has one arm to wrap around Yuji, but he doesn't hesitate to loop it over his lover's neck, slipping right off the bed and into Yuji's arms with surprisingly little effort. Suguru knows that Yuji is strong, knows he's capable of some truly incredible feats, but there's something so charming and impressive in its own right for Yuji to lift a man of Suguru's size like it's nothing. Suguru might be on the thinner side these days (and limbs are surprisingly weighty; removing one makes a noticeable difference), but he's still a lanky man. There's a lot of him to carry, but Yuji does it effortlessly as Suguru helpfully wraps his legs around Yuji's waist on the way to the wall.
They're close like this, Yuji leaning him up against the solid resistance of the bedroom wall, and Suguru closes the gap for another kiss. ]
Mmmhm.
[ No pain, no strenuous pulling at his scars or pressure on sore muscles. ]
But I think I'd be much more comfortable with your cock inside of me. [ Or maybe the right kind of uncomfortable.
Suguru is already looking forward to how Yuji will feel claiming this part of him that he never got to share with the boy he so dearly loved before. ]
[ It really isn't a struggle at all, and he feels pleased at the notion that Suguru might like it, even if it was unexpected. In the past, he hadn't really been able to show off his true strength in case people figured out who and what he was, so being able to display it now, especially for something so pleasurable... There's a smug little joy to that.
Pushing him into the wall, nuzzling into Suguru a little, he grins, cheeks flushed and filled with that familiar youthful excitement, puppyish. He wants to show off how good he can be, and make Suguru happy in the process. ]
That's usually how I feel.
[ Grinning, he leans in, stealing a long, slow kiss, explorative and careful, nipping at Suguru's lip before he adjusts his grip, letting him sink down, down until he's on Yuji's cock, and he has to stop to moan. ]
[ Suguru's smile goes lost in their melding mouths, and he doesn't hesitate to sink into the heat of Yuji's tongue, kissing him back as Yuji adjusts him like he's practically weightless. Suguru almost doesn't notice the moving about until he can feel the blunt head of Yuji's cock against his slick and relaxed entrance – noticeably more than his lover's fingers, but the slide is still deliciously smooth and effortless. Suguru's breathing hitches, caught as he breaks away from the kiss to focus on how Yuji feels, how he spreads Suguru open for a slow and thorough claiming. Suguru never experienced this with Yuji back in the day, and he wasn't entirely sure what to expect now – but he can comfortably say he's in no way disappointed by the sensation.
Suguru's head thumps back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed and lips parted on a throaty moan. ]
Fuck yes, Yuji…
[ He locks his legs around Yuji's hips, trying to drag him deeper. ]
[ Gravity helps them both, sliding Suguru down onto Yuji's cock, and he has to somehow keep himself together. He's never felt anything like it before, never felt anything close to this feeling, not his hand or anything else, so he feels utterly breathless from it. The desire to wrap his arms around his lover and not let go is overwhelming, and he leans in to shove his face into his chest, breathing out hard.
He doesn't want to embarrass himself by coming immediately, but it's hard to resist the urge.
The way that Suguru drags him deeper, the way that it feels as if he's sinking deeper has his body feeling overwhelmed, and he moans out loud, rocking up even as he grips at Suguru all the tighter. ]
[ Suguru certainly wouldn’t blame Yuji for popping off early; it’s his first time fucking someone, let alone the disparity in their age, and Suguru remembers being that sensitive, that overwhelmed by the incomparable sensation of slick, snug heat. He resists the impulse to simply clamp down harder, to milk that climax right out of Yuji for the pure delight of watching him come from this perspective. But he’s also selfish enough and invested enough in the rest of this experience that he silences those lingering notions.
Gravity drops Suguru the rest of the way onto Yuji’s cock, pulled oh-so helpfully down by Yuji’s strong grip, and he groans as the swell of pleasure from beingstretched and filled suffuses his whole body. ]
[ Yuji pushes away the quiet, damning reminder of the fact that other people have done this with Suguru before him, pushing it aside and making himself forget. This is their moment, and he is sharing a tenderness with him that no one else will ever claim - he doesn't want anything more than Suguru, to fuck and be fucked by him.
Who else could ever compare?
Leaning in, gasping and focusing on not coming immediately, he squeezes his eyes shut even more, shivering as he rocks into his lover slowly, almost twitching. ]
[ Whatever is left of the romantic boy Suguru used to be doesn’t manage to remind Suguru that maybe it’s bad form to mention other experiences, even in passing, when this is the first one Yuji is having with him like this. But Suguru’s manners are far less a priority these days, and he usually only has the capacity for some thoughtful humanity. What a time to forego it.
Fortunately for him, Yuji has Suguru’s full attention now.
Suguru slides his palm behind the nape of Yuji’s neck, holding him closer as Yuji clings to him. (He doesn’t want to admit that he’s clinging right back.) ]
As good as your dream?
[ He breathes a short chuckle that shudders out into a moan. He wonders who Yuji was fantasizing about when they’d been curled together in bed, because Suguru doubts that Yuji was imagining Suguru as he is now, fractured and scarred and cruel.
(The romantic boy that Suguru used to be wishes they could have had this moment together in the past. He wishes Yuji could have been his first this way, too.) ]
[ His thrusts are still careful, soft and slow, but getting harder and harder; it's more to temper himself and his own impending orgasm than it is because he doesn't think Suguru can take it. It means he can lean in, biting at his skin, nuzzling, careful not to scrape anywhere that would cause him actual pain. ]
[ Suguru knows Yuji is so full-hearted and kind that he means the words he says, even if Suguru has a hard time believing them. They might not always penetrate the dark cloud around Suguru’s heart, but he doesn’t always have to scoff at his boy’s kindness.
Instead, he closes his eyes and lets his senses focus in on Yuji’s thrusts, the tantalizing glide that fills Suguru beautifully every time. ]
Then leave me some bruises to remember you by this week.
[ His legs flex around Yuji, dragging him closer as Suguru’s muscles squeeze around the cock stretching him open. ]
Maybe I’ll have some sweet dreams of my, mmmh, not-so-little tiger~
[ Bruises, Suguru says, and Yuji moans, his grip on his body tightening a little, leaning closer to him and trying to press as deep as he can get. There's no real strain on his arms, not with how strong he is, so each grind of his cock into the other man feels easy and simple enough, rocking into him and claiming him over and over again.
His teeth sink into skin as he moans, sucking, wanting to mark and bruise, to maim Suguru with his love and affection. ]
Anything you want, Suguru...
[ He whines, low in his throat, at the squeeze, his body pausing for a moment as he tries to stop himself from coming, forehead shoved against Suguru's jaw. ]
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[ Pouting a little, he nuzzles into the soft skin of Suguru's stomach, careful to dodge around his burns and scars, the little echoes of that Gojo-sensei did to him and his fighting with Okkotsu-senpai. Yuji doesn't want him to be feeling any kind of pain right now, and that means he's going to be careful enough.
Kissing at his hip, almost getting lost in the desire to sink his mouth down over Suguru's cock, he stops himself and rests his chin on him instead. ]
Exactly my type. You're incredible.
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He keeps stroking Yuji's hair, weary eyes watching as Yuji kisses and nuzzles with an undeniable fondness. ]
Evil cult leaders with missing limbs? Tsk tsk, Yuji; that's the kind of type that will get you in trouble.
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He's warm, and handsome, and even if Suguru doesn't think he's worth much, Yuji is desperately, painfully in love with him. ]
I'm already in trouble, Suguru.
[ He grabs the lube, getting his fingers ready. ]
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[ Deep trouble. But Suguru is a selfish creature, and husk he may be, he's not going to cast Yuji out. He'll take this comfort and this moment with this teenager, because what else does he have?
As Yuji reaches for the lube, Suguru arches his spine, tilting his hips up to give Yuji all the access he needs. Hand abandoning Yuji's hair to slide down, Suguru briefly strokes his own cock before dipping lower and cradling his balls, lifting them out of the way to show himself off for Yuji. Something they never got to experience together in high school, so someone else was Suguru's first this way, even if Yuji had so many others. ]
Be a little extra generous with the lube, if you don't mind. It's been a while for me. [ Like, years, maybe? ]
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[ Tucking himself against Suguru’s body, letting his legs spread open, Yuji lets his fingers slip down and start to explore between the other man’s legs. He’s done this to himself, and he’s had Suguru do it to him before, so he has a good idea, but…
He’s going to be careful with it all the same.
Slowly, using as much lube as he dares, he begins to press his finger into Suguru, biting his lip and focussing with all his concentration. ]
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You definitely won't break me, Yuji.
[ No need to be too careful, is what he means. ]
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[ He pouts up at Suguru, crooking his finger just a little bit. He’s a little nervous, there’s no denying that, but he’s also desperate to please and keen to do well, heart in his throat. ]
It’s my first time doing this, so I want to take my time a little bit.
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Fine, fine, don't let me rush you.
[ It's sweet that Yuji wants to take his time, even if it seems counterintuitive to show a man like Suguru gentleness. ]
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[ Smiling, fond and happy, Yuji lets his fingers move a little more, explorative and interested, to see how Suguru reacts. All the same, it doesn't take too long for him to slide another finger into Suguru, curving it up and watching with wide, lusting eyes. ]
You look amazing.
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If Yuji wants Suguru to fall apart, he gets to earn it.
No wincing with the second finger, no tensing or hisses of pain; it sinks into Suguru’s snug heat, muscles stretching to accommodate Yuji’s touch. Suguru hums low in his throat, approving. ]
That’s g— nngh—
[ Suguru intends to give Yuji a little positive feedback, some assurance that he isn’t hurting Suguru or anything, but the curl of Yuji’s fingers cuts him short. His only hand grabs at the sheets, twisting in fabric as he gasps, arching to chase Yuji’s touch. ]
There. [ Suguru is almost breathless now. ]
Do that again. [ His words sound an awful lot like an order instead of a request, but oh well. ]
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[ Yuji's eyes widen as he watches Suguru, seeing the way he reacts. He's a novice at this, but being able to inspire such a wonderful and exciting noise out of this man, especially this first time... It makes his cheeks flare a brighter red, and he licks his lips as he leans a little closer, addicted to the noises his partner is making.
He's perfect. He's beautiful, even with his scars and losses. Yuji loves him, painfully and desperately, despite everything. In spite of everything, but because of everything, too. The adoration is there, burning and fuelling him, and he doesn't stop, fingers flexing a little. ]
Anything for you, Suguru.
[ He keeps up what he was doing, the curl of his fingers, the movement, even daring to add another to push for more. ]
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It resonates with Suguru on an emotional level he didn’t know still existed in his twisted, withered heart.
The steadiness in Suguru’s breathing vanishes as Yuji fixes his attention on curling and pressing against that delicious bundle of nerves that Suguru nearly forgot could feel so good. Suguru had been determined to remain in control for so long, in all facets of his life, that he'd neglected parts of himself that seemed irrelevant, useless, or simply a liability. Even in the occasional fling over the past decade that Suguru indulged in allowing any vulnerability, he didn't fully relax. He held himself on a choke-chain of restraint, always aloof and removed.
For some reason, that's harder now with Yuji.
Three fingers, and Suguru's lashes flutter as his eyes roll back, as his hips rock with Yuji's exploratory rhythm – not taking or demanding so much as moving with Yuji. ]
Yuji...
[ Suguru's low moan of Yuji's name is softer, hitching with a flicker of the openhearted responses that used to be so natural when it was just the two of them together in school. When things weren't perfect, but at least Suguru remembered what it felt like to be happy. To smile and mean it. ]
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Fingers continue to work, less focus now on stretching and preparing Suguru and more on actually making him feel good, on bringing him those sparks of pleasure that Yuji himself knows so intimately. It feels good, to have fingers pushing in, bullying a little, but nothing compares to the sheer joy and excitement of having a cock slide into you.
That he knows too well.
Leaning down, he nuzzles into Suguru before he smiles. ]
Ready for me to pick you up?
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Untangling his fingers from the sheets, Suguru reaches for Yuji, drawing his lover back up to seek his lips for a kiss. Slow, with the languid slide of Suguru's tongue curling around Yuji's, Suguru waits to break away before he nods. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ He nips Yuji's bottom lip, easing away to smile at him. ]
Show me just how strong you are.
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Pulling back, breathing a little harder, Yuji nods as he licks his lips. ]
Hold on, then.
[ Sliding off the bed, Yuji brings Suguru with him, lifting the other man into his arms with ease. It doesn't seem like it bothers him at all, which is the truth: compared to a car and some of the curses Yuji's fought, Suguru doesn't weigh that much at all. It's simple to walk him over to the wall and press his back into it gently. ]
Comfortable?
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They're close like this, Yuji leaning him up against the solid resistance of the bedroom wall, and Suguru closes the gap for another kiss. ]
Mmmhm.
[ No pain, no strenuous pulling at his scars or pressure on sore muscles. ]
But I think I'd be much more comfortable with your cock inside of me. [ Or maybe the right kind of uncomfortable.
Suguru is already looking forward to how Yuji will feel claiming this part of him that he never got to share with the boy he so dearly loved before. ]
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Pushing him into the wall, nuzzling into Suguru a little, he grins, cheeks flushed and filled with that familiar youthful excitement, puppyish. He wants to show off how good he can be, and make Suguru happy in the process. ]
That's usually how I feel.
[ Grinning, he leans in, stealing a long, slow kiss, explorative and careful, nipping at Suguru's lip before he adjusts his grip, letting him sink down, down until he's on Yuji's cock, and he has to stop to moan. ]
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Suguru's head thumps back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed and lips parted on a throaty moan. ]
Fuck yes, Yuji…
[ He locks his legs around Yuji's hips, trying to drag him deeper. ]
Fill me just like that…
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He doesn't want to embarrass himself by coming immediately, but it's hard to resist the urge.
The way that Suguru drags him deeper, the way that it feels as if he's sinking deeper has his body feeling overwhelmed, and he moans out loud, rocking up even as he grips at Suguru all the tighter. ]
Oh, fuck, Suguru...
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Gravity drops Suguru the rest of the way onto Yuji’s cock, pulled oh-so helpfully down by Yuji’s strong grip, and he groans as the swell of pleasure from beingstretched and filled suffuses his whole body. ]
Fuck, I forgot how this feels…
[ And he’s practically melting with it. ]
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Who else could ever compare?
Leaning in, gasping and focusing on not coming immediately, he squeezes his eyes shut even more, shivering as he rocks into his lover slowly, almost twitching. ]
You feel amazing.
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Fortunately for him, Yuji has Suguru’s full attention now.
Suguru slides his palm behind the nape of Yuji’s neck, holding him closer as Yuji clings to him. (He doesn’t want to admit that he’s clinging right back.) ]
As good as your dream?
[ He breathes a short chuckle that shudders out into a moan. He wonders who Yuji was fantasizing about when they’d been curled together in bed, because Suguru doubts that Yuji was imagining Suguru as he is now, fractured and scarred and cruel.
(The romantic boy that Suguru used to be wishes they could have had this moment together in the past. He wishes Yuji could have been his first this way, too.) ]
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Better than my dream.
[ His thrusts are still careful, soft and slow, but getting harder and harder; it's more to temper himself and his own impending orgasm than it is because he doesn't think Suguru can take it. It means he can lean in, biting at his skin, nuzzling, careful not to scrape anywhere that would cause him actual pain. ]
You're better than any dream I could have.
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Instead, he closes his eyes and lets his senses focus in on Yuji’s thrusts, the tantalizing glide that fills Suguru beautifully every time. ]
Then leave me some bruises to remember you by this week.
[ His legs flex around Yuji, dragging him closer as Suguru’s muscles squeeze around the cock stretching him open. ]
Maybe I’ll have some sweet dreams of my, mmmh, not-so-little tiger~
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His teeth sink into skin as he moans, sucking, wanting to mark and bruise, to maim Suguru with his love and affection. ]
Anything you want, Suguru...
[ He whines, low in his throat, at the squeeze, his body pausing for a moment as he tries to stop himself from coming, forehead shoved against Suguru's jaw. ]
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