[ 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. ]
[ Oh, but it's delicious to feel a flicker more of that unprecedented strength in the teenager's hands, the power in his arms and how effortlessly he holds Suguru aloft to rock into him over and over and over...
Suguru's head falls back on a groan, his throat bared to Yuji for all the lascivious marks his lover wants to leave. Satoru is the only one regularly seeing Suguru, so Yuji's claims might not be broadcast as widely as the marks Suguru might leave in turn, but Suguru will relish them, all the same.
He can feel Yuji throbbing inside of him, resisting the urge to come. Suguru nearly adds to the challenge by squeezing again, but he refrains, instead turning his head to nip at the shell of Yuji’s ear, purring against it. ]
I want you, Yuji.
[ Every last inch of him. ]
I want to be dripping with your cum for the rest of the morning.
[ The purr against his ear makes Yuji twitch, and he rocks into Suguru and has to bite into the other man's neck, sinking in and groaning against the warm curve there. It's too good, and his nails dig in as he holds him in place, burning with the utter need to come.
He has to hold off. Just a little longer... ]
I'd clean you up, Suguru. I'd clean you up and fill you up, over and over again...
[ He nuzzles into his lover, hips starting to move again, sharp thrusting against him as he nuzzles closer and closer. ]
[ Suguru's throaty groan of approval is interrupted when Yuji starts rocking into him, each thrust sending sparks up through his gut, calling to the pressure building in his own cock. Legs flexing around Yuji, Suguru's nails drag down the nape of Yuji's neck, his breathing less regulated and steady. ]
Then you should~ Fill me up and lick it out until you, nnnh, can't anymore.
[ Like Suguru would complain. As long as his body will allow it, as long as the lingering pain of a missing arm and healed-over scars doesn't cut through the heady, consuming pleasure. ]
[ The drag of nails and the spark of pain makes him groan, whimpering a little as he pushes forward, shoving Suguru against the wall. He's careful not to push too hard on his missing arm or the phantom wounds all the same, conscious of his dearest love even in the midst of intense fucking.
He's going to break soon, just knows it. ]
I'll take such good care of you, I promise. I'll give you anything you need.
[ Another bite, this time to his collarbone, as Yuji moans, hips jerking as he comes, shoving into Suguru with all his might. ]
[ Suguru relishes how Yuji holds him against the wall, rocking relentlessly, panting out those sweet promises that make Suguru ache in a completely different way. Broken and twisted and cursed as he is, Yuji is still promising him everything. Suguru feels that, as much as he feels the sparking pleasure through his system.
Teeth digging into his clavicle, Suguru moans with surprised delight as Yuji bucks into him, throbbing pulses of heat accompanying every jerk of Yuji's cock. It feels fucking perfect, and this – this is only Yuji's. No one else fucked Suguru raw, and nobody else ever came inside him. Suguru isn't focused on his own orgasm now, unfazed by his erection when it simply feels so good to have Yuji inside of him, filling him with cum. ]
Mmmmmfuck, yes, Yuji—
[ Suguru pants for breath, licking his lips as he tugs Yuji up from that bite to seal a kiss over his lover's mouth. Messy, eager, his legs haven't unwrapped from around Yuji's hips; if anything, they stay locked in place to keep Yuji right where he is. ]
[ The idea of there being marks all over Suguru is too heady and delicious to ignore, and when Yuji is capable of pulling back and looking at the bruising he's begun to leave it makes his eyes widen, flushed with awe. He looks incredible like this, as if he's wearing a necklace of Yuji's possessiveness, and his fingers grip instinctively even as his cock rocks, spent, inside his lover.
It's perfect. He's perfect.
Slipping in to press up into that kiss, holding the other man tight against his body, he sighs into his mouth with a kind of pleasure that comes from the sheer relief of being loved. ]
I love you... I love you so much.
[ He doesn't even try to move away, he doesn't try to sleep out, keeping himself buried in Suguru and stroking his thumbs over his hips tenderly. ]
[ It's hard for Suguru to give Yuji that same immediate affection that had come so easily as a teenager. He never struggled to say I love you when it was just him and Yuji, two boys adoring each other and reaching for some form of comfort in the darkness of their world. Suguru doesn't know how to share that easy, free-flowing adoration anymore.
But it's there in his touch. In his kiss. In the way he wraps himself around Yuji and holds him close. ]
Color me impressed, Yuji.
[ He presses a kiss to the boy's cheek, nuzzling in as he clings. It's a silly showing, this fully-grown man wrapped in a gangly tangle of limbs around a teenager, but he doesn't seem to give a fuck.
[ Yuji understands it, even if it's something unspoken between them. Things aren't exactly the same as they used to be, and that's fine with him because it means they still get to be together. He's able to reach out and hold Suguru, he's able to kiss him, to be with him, to take care of him and fuck him and be fucked, so what's the problem?
He knows they love each other; they both know it. It's perfect as it is.
Laughing softly, a little embarrassed by how quickly he'd come, he tilts his head into Suguru and sighs, smiling. ]
I'm always good for you.
[ He's no brat, at least, even if he can get bitter and angry sometimes. Nudging their noses together, he hums. ]
[ Still peppering Yuji with affection and little kisses (a sharp contrast to his cold, aloof demeanor), Suguru gives a thoughtful hum. ]
Depends. Do you think you can come again?
[ Because Suguru can't resist the idea of riding Yuji before he comes. But Yuji also promised to clean him up, and that's the exact kind of filth that would get Suguru off hard, and he knows it. ]
[ Suguru chuckles low in his chest, his muscles squeezing snugly around Yuji again – just a flex, a tightening to tease instead of trying to force him out. ]
Then why don't you carry me to the bed and let me ride you? I want to watch your face while I'm still taking your cock.
[ Arm wrapped around Yuji's neck and legs locked behind the small of his back, Suguru tries to make it easy for Yuji to relocate. He only starts to unwind when Yuji approaches the bed, and Suguru's knees instead keep him pinned to Yuji, held close and ensuring the teenager's cock doesn't slip out of place. ]
You're so gentle with me.
[ His tone is bemused rather than criticizing; he's mostly amazed that Yuji can touch him like he's something precious, something breakable, instead of the sharp and jagged thing that he sees in the mirror. ]
[ Yuji sounds a little bemused as he says it, lowering himself onto the bed and settling down, careful not to jostle Suguru too much. Then he’s stretched out, lifting his hands to stroke along the other man’s waist, careful and tender. ]
[ Once they're both back on the bed, Suguru sitting astride Yuji's hips, Suguru lets his weight settle properly on Yuji's cock again, keeping it decidedly settled inside of him. ]
I'm sure you could ask your schoolmates for a reason or two.
[ Suguru has a hunch that if Yuji asked, say, Maki or Yuta what he should do with Suguru, "treating him gently" would be at the bottom of the list.
Knees brace to support himself, to gain leverage, but Suguru just grinds his hips down, gyrating slowly over Yuji without finding a rhythm yet; he's content to sit above Yuji, to look down at the handsome, flushed boy beneath him as his hair falls messily around his shoulders. ]
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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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Suguru's head falls back on a groan, his throat bared to Yuji for all the lascivious marks his lover wants to leave. Satoru is the only one regularly seeing Suguru, so Yuji's claims might not be broadcast as widely as the marks Suguru might leave in turn, but Suguru will relish them, all the same.
He can feel Yuji throbbing inside of him, resisting the urge to come. Suguru nearly adds to the challenge by squeezing again, but he refrains, instead turning his head to nip at the shell of Yuji’s ear, purring against it. ]
I want you, Yuji.
[ Every last inch of him. ]
I want to be dripping with your cum for the rest of the morning.
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He has to hold off. Just a little longer... ]
I'd clean you up, Suguru. I'd clean you up and fill you up, over and over again...
[ He nuzzles into his lover, hips starting to move again, sharp thrusting against him as he nuzzles closer and closer. ]
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Then you should~ Fill me up and lick it out until you, nnnh, can't anymore.
[ Like Suguru would complain. As long as his body will allow it, as long as the lingering pain of a missing arm and healed-over scars doesn't cut through the heady, consuming pleasure. ]
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He's going to break soon, just knows it. ]
I'll take such good care of you, I promise. I'll give you anything you need.
[ Another bite, this time to his collarbone, as Yuji moans, hips jerking as he comes, shoving into Suguru with all his might. ]
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Teeth digging into his clavicle, Suguru moans with surprised delight as Yuji bucks into him, throbbing pulses of heat accompanying every jerk of Yuji's cock. It feels fucking perfect, and this – this is only Yuji's. No one else fucked Suguru raw, and nobody else ever came inside him. Suguru isn't focused on his own orgasm now, unfazed by his erection when it simply feels so good to have Yuji inside of him, filling him with cum. ]
Mmmmmfuck, yes, Yuji—
[ Suguru pants for breath, licking his lips as he tugs Yuji up from that bite to seal a kiss over his lover's mouth. Messy, eager, his legs haven't unwrapped from around Yuji's hips; if anything, they stay locked in place to keep Yuji right where he is. ]
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It's perfect. He's perfect.
Slipping in to press up into that kiss, holding the other man tight against his body, he sighs into his mouth with a kind of pleasure that comes from the sheer relief of being loved. ]
I love you... I love you so much.
[ He doesn't even try to move away, he doesn't try to sleep out, keeping himself buried in Suguru and stroking his thumbs over his hips tenderly. ]
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But it's there in his touch. In his kiss. In the way he wraps himself around Yuji and holds him close. ]
Color me impressed, Yuji.
[ He presses a kiss to the boy's cheek, nuzzling in as he clings. It's a silly showing, this fully-grown man wrapped in a gangly tangle of limbs around a teenager, but he doesn't seem to give a fuck.
Why should he, when it feels good? ]
A good boy, no matter what you're doing, hm?
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He knows they love each other; they both know it. It's perfect as it is.
Laughing softly, a little embarrassed by how quickly he'd come, he tilts his head into Suguru and sighs, smiling. ]
I'm always good for you.
[ He's no brat, at least, even if he can get bitter and angry sometimes. Nudging their noses together, he hums. ]
How do you want to come?
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Depends. Do you think you can come again?
[ Because Suguru can't resist the idea of riding Yuji before he comes. But Yuji also promised to clean him up, and that's the exact kind of filth that would get Suguru off hard, and he knows it. ]
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Yeah, I could definitely come again.
[ He's already half-hard, just from kissing, curling himself around Suguru again. ]
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Then why don't you carry me to the bed and let me ride you? I want to watch your face while I'm still taking your cock.
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Yeah, that - that sounds amazing.
[ And, carefully, he's lifting Suguru up and stepping back towards the bed, careful all the while. ]
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You're so gentle with me.
[ His tone is bemused rather than criticizing; he's mostly amazed that Yuji can touch him like he's something precious, something breakable, instead of the sharp and jagged thing that he sees in the mirror. ]
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[ Yuji sounds a little bemused as he says it, lowering himself onto the bed and settling down, careful not to jostle Suguru too much. Then he’s stretched out, lifting his hands to stroke along the other man’s waist, careful and tender. ]
I love you. Why wouldn’t I be?
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I'm sure you could ask your schoolmates for a reason or two.
[ Suguru has a hunch that if Yuji asked, say, Maki or Yuta what he should do with Suguru, "treating him gently" would be at the bottom of the list.
Knees brace to support himself, to gain leverage, but Suguru just grinds his hips down, gyrating slowly over Yuji without finding a rhythm yet; he's content to sit above Yuji, to look down at the handsome, flushed boy beneath him as his hair falls messily around his shoulders. ]
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