[ It’s good, it’s really good, and Yuji falls into it easily, leaning into the pleasure. Any nerves he might have been feeling before seem to fade and fall away as he slips into that heady space, feeling so content with hands on his body and words being whispered in his ear. Suguru is here, so he knows he’s safe, knows nothing will go wrong, that if he needs it to stop he will.
He knows that if he uses his safe word then he won’t be punished or harmed. He’ll be cherished and reminded of how good he is, his natural inclination burning through. All he wants is to be good for the man he loves, to prove his devotion time and time again.
Satoru’s hands continue to stroke over his legs, moving higher to brush against his thighs, deliberately skirting over his cock. Yuji swallows as he watches the other man move higher and higher, and it seems like he might lean in to kiss him, to steal his mouth, but he leans up further…
Yuji watches as Satoru nudges his nose against Suguru’s, tilts his head, lips coy as they curl into a pleased, catlike smirk, filled with teasing joy. ]
Yuji-kun is so cute, Suguru~ Thank you. For sharing.
[ Then the view changes and Yuji is treated to Satoru pressing his mouth to his dominants, sliding his tongue along his lower lip and pressing into a kiss, and all he can do is whine. It’s not jealousy, not rage, more arousal, frustration at his own limited view at this angle. He wants to see the man he loves getting wrecked as much as he wants to be wrecked himself, petulant with it. ]
[ Suguru is as convinced as Yuji that Satoru intends to go in and steal a kiss from the submissive, and he's eager to watch... until Satoru keeps drifting up, close enough that Suguru can taste his best friend's breath. Whatever surprise he feels evaporates into simmering heat and molten desire, lashes falling low over his dark eyes as his gaze drops to Satoru's smug (luscious) lips.
Thank you for sharing.
Suguru's dick noticeably throbs against Yuji's lower back, his inhale shuddering into the kiss as Satoru's mouth slots over his own. Kissing Satoru comes with effortless familiarity, and Yuji is allowed the convenience of a better view when one of Suguru's hands leaves his chest to reach up and knot in Satoru's hair. He doesn't keep Yuji pinned against him as his tongue glides over Satoru's, curling and rolling slickly along the wet muscle until he drags his best friend back by that same firm grip of snarled fingers in white locks.
Breathily, ]
My pleasure~ [ He nips briefly at Satoru's bottom lip. ]
He's even cuter when he gets teased. [ As Suguru talks about Yuji like he's not literally in his lap right now??? ]
[ Yuji watches as Satoru and Suguru kiss, their mouths pressed together, the way that Satoru seems to keen with it, surging into the kiss as soon as there's a hand in his hair. It's a little strange, to see a dominant enjoy being pulled and tugged like that, but Yuji can admit that he likes the feeling of getting his own hair twisted up in fingers, so it stands to reason other people might as well. Shifting, he tilts his head to watch
They're beautiful like this, black and white pressed together, tongues exploring one another's mouths, and the way that Suguru sounds so breathless and wanting when they're done, the hitch of his breathing and the pulse of his cock against Yuji's back makes him wiggle, twisting, his own dick too hard to do anything except whine over.
Satoru steals another quick kiss, a slot of his mouth over Suguru's, before he leans back and looks down at Yuji again, who is stuck staring at him with big, open eyes. ]
Is that how you feel? Do you like to be teased? Sitting in your daddy's lap while he kisses another man?
[ Yuji whines, and Satoru laughs, leaning down to start to trail kisses along Yuji's neck, his chest, trailing down his body to where his boxers lie, tented. It means Yuji can tilt his head and stare up at him, cheeks flushed warm and his eyes filled with adoration. Long, careful fingers tug his boxers down, and Yuji shifts his hips to help, pushing his body back into Suguru's cock as he shivers.
Satoru, of course, doesn't bother doing anything as silly as actually touching Yuji's own hard dick. Instead, his fingers sink lower, searching as Yuji shivers. ]
Suguru... [ Blue eyes flick up, dark and aroused. ] Your naughty boy is already wet.
[ It's impossible not to be so raptly caught in watching Satoru touch Yuji – spindly fingers and pink lips, the flash of bright blue when Satoru's eyes dart up. Suguru's brows rise, his smirk curled with approval. ]
Oh, really~?
[ He noses at Yuji's hairline, pressing a few kisses to the nape of his neck as his hands glide down Yuji's sides, smoothing up his thighs. Now with the boxers abandoned, Suguru settles his grip behind Yuji's knees, leaning Yuji's weight against his chest as he partially lifts his submissive, cleaving his legs and holding him open, exposed to Satoru up close and Megumi from afar. ]
Did my needy slut already prep his hole for us? What a greedy boy~
[ Even teasing, his voice is lower, husky with arousal. He didn't think he'd find it this attractive to share Yuji, but his rock-hard cock and the warmth filling his entire body is intoxicating. His mind is running a mile a minute, excitement tingling in his fingertips, heart threatening to hammer right out of his chest, and all he wants is more. ]
[ All Yuji can do is nod his head, shifting his hips as Satoru reaches to hold them down, as Suguru reaches to hold him open, bare and wet for all the eyes in the room to look at. His body is flushed, chest a hot red as it spreads down from his cheeks, and he can't do anything except let them watch him, let them gaze at him, drinking in his desperation and how much he wants this.
The idea of another man touching him might once have caused him to break out in a cold sweat, but this is different. He likes Satoru. He loves Suguru. His daddy's hands hold onto him, keep him in position, and it means he can sink into the enjoyment of it, can let himself bask in the way that the man in front of him spreads his cheeks, his hole squeezing around nothing, greedy for a touch.
Satoru moves down a little lower, nuzzling at Yuji's thighs as he presses fingers into him - two, a quick start, and Yuji jerks in Suguru's grip, wheezing out a soft, desperate noise. ]
He's still so tight, Suguru!
[ A bite to Yuji's thigh and he's swallowing, licking his lips, turning his head to nuzzle into Suguru's neck as he squeezes his eyes shut. It's too much, feeling hands all over him, curling inside him, a hot body behind him keeping him settled and safe. ]
So tight and small, baby boy. Relax, deep breaths – we don't want Satoru to ruin you, hm?
[ Excited though he may be, Suguru is still watching Yuji closely for any signs of distress, anything beyond the flustered need and self-consciousness that might rise to the surface. It's fine if Yuji feels out of his element or vulnerable, because Suguru will keep him safe in this moment – but he doesn't want Yuji to feel powerless, voiceless. His choice to submit is purely that, a choice, and it's a gift that can be revoked at any time.
But if Yuji is enjoying this? Suguru doesn't want to stop.
Suguru turns his face to kiss what he can reach, brushing his lips over Yuji's forehead. ]
Maybe Daddy should fuck you more often, baby. Keep your pretty hole ready for cock all~ the time.
[ He nips at Yuji's earlobe, hot breath chasing the sting. ]
You're going to be a perfect fucksleeve for Satoru, aren't you?
[ The idea of being ruined isn’t exactly unappealing to Yuji, who likes being filled, fucked out, come dripping from him when his daddy is done with him. The idea of having a cock filling him while another one forces him to swallow is arousing, and he has to force himself to breathe in and out properly so he doesn’t end up losing his mind completely.
Satoru, for what it’s worth, doesn’t take any pity on him, curling a third finger inside, leaving Yuji jumping a little as he rocks down on it with a moan.
It’s good, it’s so good, and he already wants more, leaning in to try and press breathless kisses against Suguru’s skin, fingers flexing around nothing as he nods. ]
I’ll be good for you, Satoru… Promise…
[ Gojo smirks, biting at his thigh, and Yuji moans aloud again, cock twitching, leaking pre. ]
How much prep does he need, Suguru? You’re the expert on your cute little boy.
[ It's impossible to deny the thrill of sadistic amusement Suguru feels watching Yuji squirm in his grip. He's already thinking of other ways to keep Yuji spread open and vulnerable like this later, how he might be able to leave his hands free to torment his beautiful boy while he's lost in pleasure – whether it's from Suguru's touch or someone else's. But for now, Yuji's legs are held up and open by Suguru's strong hands, perfect access to his slicked-up ass as his swollen cock goes ignored. ]
Mmm, add more lube and he should be fine with three fingers.
[ As much as Suguru may be teasing Yuji, this is definitely enough of a regular part of their lives that, if anything, Suguru is least concerned about Yuji getting physically fucked. His boy is well-trained, after all. ]
Do you think you're ready for Satoru, baby? Ready to get fucked in Daddy's lap by another man?
[ Yuji is helpless to do anything but nod, shivering in the careful grip of his dominant. There’s security there, comfort in knowing that he’s safe because Suguru is with him, that Suguru loves him; if it got to the point where it seemed like he wasn’t enjoying this as much then it would end. Both Satoru and Suguru are good dominants - he knows that thanks to Megumi, talking to him and trusting him. He believes in that.
Licking his lips, Yuji nods as Satoru curls his fingers again, bullying his hole with sharp, strong movements of his wrist, only pausing to get more lube and do as his friend tells him. ]
I’m ready, daddy. I’ll show - ah… I’ll show Satoru and Megumi how good I am…
[ His eyes flick over to his fellow submissive, licking his lips before he focuses back on Satoru, on the fingers now slipping away from him. There’s a pause, and then more hands are on his waist, stroking over his heated skin. ]
Do you want him like this, Suguru? Or on his knees, so he can use his mouth better?
[ Satoru speaks as if they’re talking about the weather, even as his cock rocks against Yuji’s ass, teasing him but not giving him what he wants. ]
[ From his spot on the floor, Megumi's ears burn when he hears Yuji say his name, when those hazy eyes meet his own. He's happy to be invisible right now, soaking up the view of his dominant teasing and touching Megumi's best friend, committing Yuji's moans to memory (because he'll probably jerk off playing them back for himself later). He hasn't reached for his aching cock yet, his hands resting on his knees and curled in the fabric of his sweats – tense, but not with anxiety or anger. Anticipation. Excitement.
Suguru glances back to Satoru, considering the question sincerely. ]
Let's turn him over. I can fuck his mouth and use my hands again. [ He chuckles as he presses a kiss to Yuji's cheek, then finally shifts forward and lowers Yuji to the bed. It's a lot more manhandling than allowing Yuji to move himself, guiding the younger man to face Suguru instead, presenting Satoru with the span of Yuji's shoulders, the gorgeous curve of his ass, and his strong thighs. (It's a view Suguru is quite fond of.)
With Yuji looking up at him now, Suguru leans back into the mountain of pillows to get comfortable, pushing his joggers down his hips and finally freeing his dick, his other hand sliding into Yuji's soft, pink hair. ]
Open your mouth, baby boy, tongue out. I'm going to feed you my cock after Satoru stuffs your tight ass. [ Suguru is informing Yuji as much as he's giving the submissive orders, a small reminder that Yuji can change the pace or cadence without breaking the layer of authority. He wants Yuji to remember their nonverbal safeword, the signal of squeezing Suguru's hand if he needs to stop when he can't speak, and keep it in the back of his mind; Suguru knows this has the potential to be intense, to maybe even trigger less pleasant memories of times with Mahito, and he doesn't want to leave Yuji powerless and panicked. ]
[ Yuji watches Suguru get comfortable with bright eyes, staring up at the other man in utter adoration. He loves Suguru, even if he's sharing his body with someone else - the way he leans close, the way he turns into the kiss, his expression burning with all the warmth and love that he feels inside... It's impossible for him to disguise it. He's not anxious or worried right now, not afraid, because he trusts in the man he loves to take care of him.
It's vastly different from his time with Mahito, and he hopes that's clear.
In position now, Yuji shifts to get a little more comfortable on his knees as Satoru's fingers reach down, pushing his thighs open a little more. Fingers drag over his hole, leaving it twitching and wanting as Yuji moans, voice low and soft, before Satoru laughs softly, leaving a soft slap against the skin. He's not going to push the pain aspect much further, since they didn't discuss it in depth, but he likes the way it stings pink.
He presses a soft kiss to the small of Yuji's back before he angles himself, cock pressing against him as Yuji shivers. ]
So sweet, Yuji-kun...
[ The cock slides into Yuji and he moans quietly, rocking his hips back to chase it immediately, wiggling a little to try and take it deep as quickly as he can. It's not enough, and Satoru laughs as he holds Yuji's ass open, grinding his dick into him, bullying him with it, pushing a little faster than he might otherwise. Yuji's eyes are darker as he looks up at Suguru, licking his lips as he moans. ]
[ Whatever anxieties had clung to Suguru about Yuji's potential discomfort melt away as he looks down into the flushed, adoring face of his submissive. He likes to think he's learned Yuji's tells over the months they've been together, and he can see his boy's excitement, his enjoyment.
Good.
The other benefit of this new angle is that Suguru gets to fully appreciate how gorgeous his submissive looks (always, but especially right now). On his knees, giving his body to another man, his neglected cock hanging heavily between his thighs... Yuji is a work of art. ]
You're doing so good, baby boy. So good for Daddy and Satoru. [ Warmth radiates out of Suguru's praise, along with the ragged edge of arousal, the breathless lust that makes Suguru throb powerfully in front of Yuji's face. ]
Look at you trying to fit all of him, such a good boy, Yuji... [ Suguru cards one hand through Yuji's hair as he steadies his cock in the other, fingers curling under the hinge of his boy's jaw. Lifting his hips, Suguru drags the glans over Yuji's bottom lip, coaxing out his tongue. ]
Mmmm, show Satoru and Megumi what a natural cocksucker you are, baby boy. Daddy wants to see how you take it even when you're getting fucked~
[ Satoru pushes into him, rocking until his hips are flushed and pressed against Yuji's backside, and then he pauses, waiting. Watching, like a hawk, as Yuji is petted and played with, as his dominant strokes fingers through his hair and presses his cock against his mouth, and all Yuji can do is moan for it.
It feels so good, to be filled but stare at the man he loves, to have a cock pressing inside of him while another one strokes over his mouth, with the knowledge that he is loved baring down on him and pushing all his worries away. When Suguru looks at him, expression dark and filled with lust, all Yuji can do is bend to him, wanting to give him everything he possibly can - his heart, his love, all that he has.
Yuji's mouth slips open, and he slowly sinks down on Suguru's cock as Satoru begins to rock into him gently - not enough to distract him from the way his mouth is being filled, but enough to have him humming with pleasure, eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling.
Satoru, for his part, breathes out a harsh sound, reaching around as Yuji sinks further and further, almost swallowing around Suguru - and then his fingers are pressing into Yuji's throat, testing, and a smug little smile is settling on his face, foxlike. ]
You can feel it, Suguru... He really is a natural.
[ And then, slowly, he begins to rock, drawing his cock out and then pushing back inside, giving Yuji time to adjust and get used to it. ]
[ Suguru can't tear his eyes away from Yuji as his submissive swallows every impressive inch of Suguru's cock. Even with Satoru so close, white hair and shocking blue eyes glowing in the periphery of Suguru's vision – it doesn't matter.
The only person who exists right now is Yuji. ]
That's my boy...
[ Suguru's boy. The only one Suguru has ever kept, the only submissive that he'll ever own in his heart.
A shudder runs through Suguru as Yuji's warm throat squeezes snugly, beautifully around him, and he actually has to take a few steadying breaths, for fear of getting carried away too quickly. Yuji is just too good at this, too perfect, and Suguru glows with affection, adoration. Need.
Licking his lips, Suguru's hand fills the open space on Yuji's neck, to feel the bulge through skin and muscle alike. Fuck, that's hot. ]
I guess you take after your Daddy like this, hm?
[ His sound of amusement is almost a breathed-out laugh as he draws his hips back, sliding out across Yuji's tongue just enough to give him leeway to breathe before claiming the vacancy all over again. ]
[ Yuji moans, soft and muffled around Suguru’s cock as he takes it, lets his dominant begin to rock and push into his mouth, his throat, taking his pleasure.
That’s not unusual. Yuji’s accustomed to swallowing down the heavy weight of Suguru now, accustomed to being on his knees, to fingers in his hair pushing and pulling him one way and another. This feels natural to him, beautifully so, and he basks in how good it makes him feel - almost forgetting there’s another man behind him, so deeply and desperately in love with his dominant.
Satoru makes himself known quickly enough, however, hands on Yuji’s hips as he starts to rock, sliding his cock out and then thrusting back in. It’s slow and careful at first as Yuji adjusts to the burn of it, the sharp pleasure, until the momentum builds.
It’s hard to resist the urge to rock back against Satoru, so Yuji doesn’t, pushing as the other man starts to fuck him harder, nails digging into the skin of hips hips, one hand holding his ass open. ]
Fuck… [ Satoru’s breathing comes a little harder as he moves, cheeks flushed, eyes glued to where his cock disappears into Yuji. ] You have such a beautiful boy, Suguru… So tight and perfect~
[ Voice rough with pleasure, Suguru curls one hand around the curve of Yuji's skull, half-guiding and half-pinning Yuji in place as his eager submissive rocks backwards in time with Satoru like the cockslut he is. It's so tantalizing to enjoy this view of Yuji, to see his reactions and the effect this all has on his boy. He didn't realize this would be so goddamn attractive, but as he often coos over Yuji, his boy was made for this.
Panting, shudders running along his spine, Suguru can't resist falling into Satoru's rhythm, rocking his hips up into Yuji's mouth as Satoru retracts, always keeping Yuji filled. ]
Making Daddy so proud, baby boy... [ Growled-out praise, his fingers snarling in Yuji's hair as he keeps bucking, grinding, fucking his submissive's throat with abandon because he knows Yuji can take it.
From his cushion next to the bed, Megumi watches with wide eyes, unable to conceal his fixation on watching his dominant fucking his best friend. He feels like he almost has no idea where to look, whether he should be focused on Gojo or Yuji, but it's a feast of debauchery, kicking the sparks of arousal even brighter, hotter, until Megumi has to grind the heel of his palm against his persistent erection through his sweats. Satoru is always gorgeous, not that Megumi likes being effusive about it, but something about Yuji in this moment makes Megumi's heart skip a little beat. ]
[ The praise has Yuji moaning around Suguru again, soft and quiet, shivering as he's rocked between the two men, letting himself be used and taken care of in turn.
It's always felt good, being on his knees and being filled with Suguru; be it his mouth or his ass, a cock pressed into him and giving him exactly what he wants. He knows that some of it is his nature, his natural expression of submission, that comes hand in hand with who he is. Yuji enjoys this, letting himself bask in it, cheeks flushed and lips a bright, beautiful red as he enjoys himself.
Moaning around Suguru, muffled, has him complete putty in his daddy's hands, even as the man behind him continues to press into him, fucking into him, starting to get harder, more deliberate with his grinds. Satoru wants to take and take, and he grips at Yuji's hips with a strength enough to bruise, rocking into him.
He turns his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye, and he spots his own sweet boy pressing a hand between his legs, trying to stave away his own pleasure, and his smirk grows wider. ]
Suguru... Look at my darling boy. Look at how he's staring.
[ Megumi freezes like a deer in headlights as soon as Satoru draws attention to him. He can feel the dominants' weighty gazes as Suguru focuses away from his own submissive to fix dark, heated eyes on Megumi. Almost on reflex, Megumi's shoulders hunch by his ears, the flush in his cheeks brightening from the exposure rather than simple arousal as his hands leave his cock and curl on his knees again. His erection is still obvious, thanks to the loose sweats, and Megumi knows he has no way to hide it.
Chuckling low in his chest, Suguru casts Megumi a wicked grin. ]
Oh, he looks so cute, Satoru~ All needy and denied.
[ A flicker of inspiration, and Suguru manages to still his own rhythm, reluctant but firm as he drags Yuji off of his cock by a fistful of pink hair. Suguru leans back on his other hand, luxuriating among the pillows as he directs Yuji by his hair to look over at Megumi. ]
Megumi's so worked up watching you take Satoru's cock, baby boy. I bet he's dying to get his hands on you, too.
[ The blush on Megumi's face darkens, chin dipped to hide behind his bangs. He's not arguing with Suguru, not leaping to dispute the claims because— well, Suguru isn't wrong. Megumi, at a baseline, is attracted to Yuji, so painfully fond of the other submissive – which is a feat for Megumi, who still doesn't even care for Suguru much and the man has been around for years. But Yuji found a place in Megumi's chest not already occupied by Satoru and the love Megumi feels for him, and Yuji has made himself at home there. ]
[ The sound that Yuji makes when he's dragged off and away from Suguru's cock can only be described as something like a pained whine, frustrated and sad at being denied, petulant and pouty as he glances up at his dominant with wide eyes and a lick of his lips. When he swallows, he leans into the way that Suguru pulls at his hair, unfocused, until his head is turned to the side, and he's forced to look over at Megumi.
He does look pretty, blushing and cute as he watches Yuji get fucked and taken, pressed between these two men and being used for their pleasure. It makes him feel good, and he didn't realise how nice it would feel to be watched like this.
Leaning back, he looks up at Suguru for a moment, eyes flickering over his face before he smiles, leaning in to nuzzle at his hip gently. ]
If daddy gives him permission, maybe one day...
[ He presses his nose to the bottom of Suguru's cock, kissing it absently.
Behind him, Satoru groans, leaning down to press kisses against Yuji's skin, littering the pale expanse with soft marks, teasing the freckles out of him. Apparently, the idea of his own submissive touching or fucking Yuji doesn't lack appeal for him. ]
[ Yuji always looks so good beneath Suguru, always gorgeous on his knees, so ready and willing to take everything Suguru gives him. He's so eager that he never leaves Suguru room to wonder, no space for doubt about whether or not Yuji wants this. The fear of coercive control falls by the wayside, especially with all the time and effort Yuji has put into learning how to express himself.
Suguru loves him all the more for that, for how he quiets Suguru's anxieties about the world they live in. Never banished, never erased, but the prickling hatred is starting to feel like a far-off memory.
Eyes flicking up to watch Satoru increase his pace, the deep rumble of his friend's pleasure makes Suguru's own cock throb against Yuji's face, leaving a smear of saliva everywhere they make contact. He looks back to the submissive between his legs, smirking as he rocks his hips, dick rubbing across the boy's cheek, his forehead; Suguru can't help but love the way it marks Yuji with spit and precum alike. ]
What do you think, Satoru? Should we let them play together someday?
[ A strangled little sound ekes out of Megumi, more like a catch in his breathing, but Suguru notices immediately.
With a little laugh, ]
I don't think I've ever seen your boy be that excited about anything. [ Except Satoru, when Megumi is being a good boy for his daddy instead of a challenging brat. ]
[ After their miscommunication about their feelings, how close they’d come to lose one another forever, Yuji didn’t want to risk anything coming between them again. He’s more forthcoming with his safe words, more comfortable saying what he does and doesn’t like, more able to express him - and he knows Suguru appreciates it. He knows this is making them strong, not weak.
It means he can enjoy himself without fear of breaking, without fear full stop.
The cock rubs over his face, colouring him, marking him, and Yuji hums softly as he leans forward and opens his mouth once more, to offer it and his tongue to his dominant. His eyes do flicker over to Megumi, though, curious, interested, even as he huffs out breathy little sighs at each thrust Satoru gives him. He’s getting closer and closer, but he knows better than to come without permission.
Suguru is in control of that.
Behind him, still grinding into him, cock long and wonderful, Satoru feels like a gift, and Yuji wiggles as he presses back, able to rock more now. Satoru might be a touch distracted, but he knows how to fuck, and he does it well, pushing and shifting to judge Yuji’s legs open wider. ]
He knows how to behave when he wants something. I can’t blame him, not with how tight and hot your Yuji-kun is… Who wouldn’t want to be buried deep in here?
[ His eyes flick up to his best friend’s, blazing with heat. ]
[ The flaming blush in Megumi's cheeks isn't going anywhere. The dominants talk about him like he isn't in the room, which is also weirdly hot? Megumi has no idea why and trying to identify it feels like a futile waste; why not simply enjoy the heat that it sets simmering in his belly like molten gold? He still doesn't reach for his cock, focused intently on everything happening in front of him.
Smirk widening as he meets Satoru's fiercely blue eyes, Suguru rocks his hips forward, cock grinding over Yuji's proffered tongue, teasing into his mouth again without diving forward and claiming it yet. ]
Yeah? Then why don't you fill him up, Satoru? My boy is one hell of a cumslut.
[ Suguru looks down at Yuji again, unyielding grip in the boy's hair. ]
Isn't that right, Yuji? You're Daddy's eager little cumdump, aren't you?
[ He steadies his cock with his other hand, tapping it teasingly against Yuji's tongue. ]
[ Satoru reaches down to hold Yuji open with both hands now, moving away from his hold into his hips, and it means his hole - the rough shove of his cock into it, thrusting harder - is obvious, not quite gaping but definitely showing how wrecked Yuji himself is feeling. He's burning with his need to come, his want for pleasure, and when he tilts his head up he whines at Suguru.
He doesn't want to be teased any more, but he knows how Suguru works, how his daddy is going to treat him, and that means he knows that he's not going to get out of this so easy. It means, when he licks his lips, tongue brushing over Suguru's cock, he's going to get the full front of it sooner rather than later.
The tug on his hair is perfect, and his eyes flicker, lidded. ]
I want it, daddy. I want to taste you, and I want Satoru to feel good.
[ Behind him, Satoru groans, fingers moving away to stroke over Yuji's stomach, stretching over him to push nails into his skin, twisting at his nipples. ]
[ Suguru wishes Yuji could see just how gorgeous he looks when he's enjoying himself. He wishes Yuji had any idea how irresistible the submissive is when he's pleading on his knees and loving the pain, the pleasure, and begging for more. It makes Suguru want so possessively to devour the boy whole – like that's even possible. ]
Such a good boy for your Daddy, Yuji.
[ And the reward for Yuji is the return of his Daddy's cock, claiming that waiting throat as he shoves Yuji down to meet the thrust of his hips. ]
Mmmm, fuck yes, baby... A perfect slut, my perfect boy...
[ Panting, allowing the whirlwind of arousal, heat, and thrill to sweep him away, Suguru's fingers tighten almost brutally as he fucks the snug, wet channel of Yuji's throat – because he knows his boy can take it. He knows Yuji was made for this, that he delights in it, and the best way Suguru can shower him in praise is, well.
Showering him with cum. (Metaphorically speaking.)
Suguru's gaze finally leaves Yuji to seek Satoru's again, dark chocolate and blue skies when their eyes lock. It's been— who fucking knows how long since the last time they were this close, this sexually intimate, and he's sure that's part of what makes this feel so intense - two people that he loves (loved? loves) enjoying themselves, enjoying each other. Because something about it being Satoru who touches Yuji doesn't bother Suguru in the slightest; if anything, the people are what make it so hot. ]
[ Eyes are glued to Yuji, the tilt of his head and the fingers in his hair, as he's pushed back down on Suguru's cock; Satoru is staring at them as he fucks the submissive below him, as he takes his pleasure without any account for Yuji's own (because that is his domainant's job to worry over, to deal with, to give permission for - not his, not when he is here for his own pleasure and for the sake of their mutual enjoyment).
If it was Megumi, he'd make the sweet boy come in his own way, but this is for Suguru to decide upon.
The surprise of the cock back down his throat has Yuji groaning a choked off sound, almost spluttering around it before he sinks back into the familiar, letting himself enjoy it. His eyes close and he lets himself curl his tongue, the sounds obscene and intimate as he gives Suguru all that he can, just to please his daddy the most.
At the same time, Satoru is leaning over, long-limbed and beautiful, trying to reach his friend with the tilt of his head and the flicker of his lashes. ]
Suguru... Fill him. I want to see him swallow your come.
[ One hand lifts, moving up and away from Yuji's skin, to wrap around Suguru's head instead, curling into his hair and scratching nails against his scalp. Satoru leans in, eyes dark and filled with desire, his own orgasm not too far away. ]
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He knows that if he uses his safe word then he won’t be punished or harmed. He’ll be cherished and reminded of how good he is, his natural inclination burning through. All he wants is to be good for the man he loves, to prove his devotion time and time again.
Satoru’s hands continue to stroke over his legs, moving higher to brush against his thighs, deliberately skirting over his cock. Yuji swallows as he watches the other man move higher and higher, and it seems like he might lean in to kiss him, to steal his mouth, but he leans up further…
Yuji watches as Satoru nudges his nose against Suguru’s, tilts his head, lips coy as they curl into a pleased, catlike smirk, filled with teasing joy. ]
Yuji-kun is so cute, Suguru~ Thank you. For sharing.
[ Then the view changes and Yuji is treated to Satoru pressing his mouth to his dominants, sliding his tongue along his lower lip and pressing into a kiss, and all he can do is whine. It’s not jealousy, not rage, more arousal, frustration at his own limited view at this angle. He wants to see the man he loves getting wrecked as much as he wants to be wrecked himself, petulant with it. ]
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Thank you for sharing.
Suguru's dick noticeably throbs against Yuji's lower back, his inhale shuddering into the kiss as Satoru's mouth slots over his own. Kissing Satoru comes with effortless familiarity, and Yuji is allowed the convenience of a better view when one of Suguru's hands leaves his chest to reach up and knot in Satoru's hair. He doesn't keep Yuji pinned against him as his tongue glides over Satoru's, curling and rolling slickly along the wet muscle until he drags his best friend back by that same firm grip of snarled fingers in white locks.
Breathily, ]
My pleasure~ [ He nips briefly at Satoru's bottom lip. ]
He's even cuter when he gets teased. [ As Suguru talks about Yuji like he's not literally in his lap right now??? ]
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They're beautiful like this, black and white pressed together, tongues exploring one another's mouths, and the way that Suguru sounds so breathless and wanting when they're done, the hitch of his breathing and the pulse of his cock against Yuji's back makes him wiggle, twisting, his own dick too hard to do anything except whine over.
Satoru steals another quick kiss, a slot of his mouth over Suguru's, before he leans back and looks down at Yuji again, who is stuck staring at him with big, open eyes. ]
Is that how you feel? Do you like to be teased? Sitting in your daddy's lap while he kisses another man?
[ Yuji whines, and Satoru laughs, leaning down to start to trail kisses along Yuji's neck, his chest, trailing down his body to where his boxers lie, tented. It means Yuji can tilt his head and stare up at him, cheeks flushed warm and his eyes filled with adoration. Long, careful fingers tug his boxers down, and Yuji shifts his hips to help, pushing his body back into Suguru's cock as he shivers.
Satoru, of course, doesn't bother doing anything as silly as actually touching Yuji's own hard dick. Instead, his fingers sink lower, searching as Yuji shivers. ]
Suguru... [ Blue eyes flick up, dark and aroused. ] Your naughty boy is already wet.
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Oh, really~?
[ He noses at Yuji's hairline, pressing a few kisses to the nape of his neck as his hands glide down Yuji's sides, smoothing up his thighs. Now with the boxers abandoned, Suguru settles his grip behind Yuji's knees, leaning Yuji's weight against his chest as he partially lifts his submissive, cleaving his legs and holding him open, exposed to Satoru up close and Megumi from afar. ]
Did my needy slut already prep his hole for us? What a greedy boy~
[ Even teasing, his voice is lower, husky with arousal. He didn't think he'd find it this attractive to share Yuji, but his rock-hard cock and the warmth filling his entire body is intoxicating. His mind is running a mile a minute, excitement tingling in his fingertips, heart threatening to hammer right out of his chest, and all he wants is more. ]
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The idea of another man touching him might once have caused him to break out in a cold sweat, but this is different. He likes Satoru. He loves Suguru. His daddy's hands hold onto him, keep him in position, and it means he can sink into the enjoyment of it, can let himself bask in the way that the man in front of him spreads his cheeks, his hole squeezing around nothing, greedy for a touch.
Satoru moves down a little lower, nuzzling at Yuji's thighs as he presses fingers into him - two, a quick start, and Yuji jerks in Suguru's grip, wheezing out a soft, desperate noise. ]
He's still so tight, Suguru!
[ A bite to Yuji's thigh and he's swallowing, licking his lips, turning his head to nuzzle into Suguru's neck as he squeezes his eyes shut. It's too much, feeling hands all over him, curling inside him, a hot body behind him keeping him settled and safe. ]
Daddy, Satoru... Please...
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[ Excited though he may be, Suguru is still watching Yuji closely for any signs of distress, anything beyond the flustered need and self-consciousness that might rise to the surface. It's fine if Yuji feels out of his element or vulnerable, because Suguru will keep him safe in this moment – but he doesn't want Yuji to feel powerless, voiceless. His choice to submit is purely that, a choice, and it's a gift that can be revoked at any time.
But if Yuji is enjoying this? Suguru doesn't want to stop.
Suguru turns his face to kiss what he can reach, brushing his lips over Yuji's forehead. ]
Maybe Daddy should fuck you more often, baby. Keep your pretty hole ready for cock all~ the time.
[ He nips at Yuji's earlobe, hot breath chasing the sting. ]
You're going to be a perfect fucksleeve for Satoru, aren't you?
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[ The idea of being ruined isn’t exactly unappealing to Yuji, who likes being filled, fucked out, come dripping from him when his daddy is done with him. The idea of having a cock filling him while another one forces him to swallow is arousing, and he has to force himself to breathe in and out properly so he doesn’t end up losing his mind completely.
Satoru, for what it’s worth, doesn’t take any pity on him, curling a third finger inside, leaving Yuji jumping a little as he rocks down on it with a moan.
It’s good, it’s so good, and he already wants more, leaning in to try and press breathless kisses against Suguru’s skin, fingers flexing around nothing as he nods. ]
I’ll be good for you, Satoru… Promise…
[ Gojo smirks, biting at his thigh, and Yuji moans aloud again, cock twitching, leaking pre. ]
How much prep does he need, Suguru? You’re the expert on your cute little boy.
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Mmm, add more lube and he should be fine with three fingers.
[ As much as Suguru may be teasing Yuji, this is definitely enough of a regular part of their lives that, if anything, Suguru is least concerned about Yuji getting physically fucked. His boy is well-trained, after all. ]
Do you think you're ready for Satoru, baby? Ready to get fucked in Daddy's lap by another man?
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Licking his lips, Yuji nods as Satoru curls his fingers again, bullying his hole with sharp, strong movements of his wrist, only pausing to get more lube and do as his friend tells him. ]
I’m ready, daddy. I’ll show - ah… I’ll show Satoru and Megumi how good I am…
[ His eyes flick over to his fellow submissive, licking his lips before he focuses back on Satoru, on the fingers now slipping away from him. There’s a pause, and then more hands are on his waist, stroking over his heated skin. ]
Do you want him like this, Suguru? Or on his knees, so he can use his mouth better?
[ Satoru speaks as if they’re talking about the weather, even as his cock rocks against Yuji’s ass, teasing him but not giving him what he wants. ]
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Suguru glances back to Satoru, considering the question sincerely. ]
Let's turn him over. I can fuck his mouth and use my hands again. [ He chuckles as he presses a kiss to Yuji's cheek, then finally shifts forward and lowers Yuji to the bed. It's a lot more manhandling than allowing Yuji to move himself, guiding the younger man to face Suguru instead, presenting Satoru with the span of Yuji's shoulders, the gorgeous curve of his ass, and his strong thighs. (It's a view Suguru is quite fond of.)
With Yuji looking up at him now, Suguru leans back into the mountain of pillows to get comfortable, pushing his joggers down his hips and finally freeing his dick, his other hand sliding into Yuji's soft, pink hair. ]
Open your mouth, baby boy, tongue out. I'm going to feed you my cock after Satoru stuffs your tight ass. [ Suguru is informing Yuji as much as he's giving the submissive orders, a small reminder that Yuji can change the pace or cadence without breaking the layer of authority. He wants Yuji to remember their nonverbal safeword, the signal of squeezing Suguru's hand if he needs to stop when he can't speak, and keep it in the back of his mind; Suguru knows this has the potential to be intense, to maybe even trigger less pleasant memories of times with Mahito, and he doesn't want to leave Yuji powerless and panicked. ]
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It's vastly different from his time with Mahito, and he hopes that's clear.
In position now, Yuji shifts to get a little more comfortable on his knees as Satoru's fingers reach down, pushing his thighs open a little more. Fingers drag over his hole, leaving it twitching and wanting as Yuji moans, voice low and soft, before Satoru laughs softly, leaving a soft slap against the skin. He's not going to push the pain aspect much further, since they didn't discuss it in depth, but he likes the way it stings pink.
He presses a soft kiss to the small of Yuji's back before he angles himself, cock pressing against him as Yuji shivers. ]
So sweet, Yuji-kun...
[ The cock slides into Yuji and he moans quietly, rocking his hips back to chase it immediately, wiggling a little to try and take it deep as quickly as he can. It's not enough, and Satoru laughs as he holds Yuji's ass open, grinding his dick into him, bullying him with it, pushing a little faster than he might otherwise. Yuji's eyes are darker as he looks up at Suguru, licking his lips as he moans. ]
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Good.
The other benefit of this new angle is that Suguru gets to fully appreciate how gorgeous his submissive looks (always, but especially right now). On his knees, giving his body to another man, his neglected cock hanging heavily between his thighs... Yuji is a work of art. ]
You're doing so good, baby boy. So good for Daddy and Satoru. [ Warmth radiates out of Suguru's praise, along with the ragged edge of arousal, the breathless lust that makes Suguru throb powerfully in front of Yuji's face. ]
Look at you trying to fit all of him, such a good boy, Yuji... [ Suguru cards one hand through Yuji's hair as he steadies his cock in the other, fingers curling under the hinge of his boy's jaw. Lifting his hips, Suguru drags the glans over Yuji's bottom lip, coaxing out his tongue. ]
Mmmm, show Satoru and Megumi what a natural cocksucker you are, baby boy. Daddy wants to see how you take it even when you're getting fucked~
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It feels so good, to be filled but stare at the man he loves, to have a cock pressing inside of him while another one strokes over his mouth, with the knowledge that he is loved baring down on him and pushing all his worries away. When Suguru looks at him, expression dark and filled with lust, all Yuji can do is bend to him, wanting to give him everything he possibly can - his heart, his love, all that he has.
Yuji's mouth slips open, and he slowly sinks down on Suguru's cock as Satoru begins to rock into him gently - not enough to distract him from the way his mouth is being filled, but enough to have him humming with pleasure, eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling.
Satoru, for his part, breathes out a harsh sound, reaching around as Yuji sinks further and further, almost swallowing around Suguru - and then his fingers are pressing into Yuji's throat, testing, and a smug little smile is settling on his face, foxlike. ]
You can feel it, Suguru... He really is a natural.
[ And then, slowly, he begins to rock, drawing his cock out and then pushing back inside, giving Yuji time to adjust and get used to it. ]
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The only person who exists right now is Yuji. ]
That's my boy...
[ Suguru's boy. The only one Suguru has ever kept, the only submissive that he'll ever own in his heart.
A shudder runs through Suguru as Yuji's warm throat squeezes snugly, beautifully around him, and he actually has to take a few steadying breaths, for fear of getting carried away too quickly. Yuji is just too good at this, too perfect, and Suguru glows with affection, adoration. Need.
Licking his lips, Suguru's hand fills the open space on Yuji's neck, to feel the bulge through skin and muscle alike. Fuck, that's hot. ]
I guess you take after your Daddy like this, hm?
[ His sound of amusement is almost a breathed-out laugh as he draws his hips back, sliding out across Yuji's tongue just enough to give him leeway to breathe before claiming the vacancy all over again. ]
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That’s not unusual. Yuji’s accustomed to swallowing down the heavy weight of Suguru now, accustomed to being on his knees, to fingers in his hair pushing and pulling him one way and another. This feels natural to him, beautifully so, and he basks in how good it makes him feel - almost forgetting there’s another man behind him, so deeply and desperately in love with his dominant.
Satoru makes himself known quickly enough, however, hands on Yuji’s hips as he starts to rock, sliding his cock out and then thrusting back in. It’s slow and careful at first as Yuji adjusts to the burn of it, the sharp pleasure, until the momentum builds.
It’s hard to resist the urge to rock back against Satoru, so Yuji doesn’t, pushing as the other man starts to fuck him harder, nails digging into the skin of hips hips, one hand holding his ass open. ]
Fuck… [ Satoru’s breathing comes a little harder as he moves, cheeks flushed, eyes glued to where his cock disappears into Yuji. ] You have such a beautiful boy, Suguru… So tight and perfect~
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[ Voice rough with pleasure, Suguru curls one hand around the curve of Yuji's skull, half-guiding and half-pinning Yuji in place as his eager submissive rocks backwards in time with Satoru like the cockslut he is. It's so tantalizing to enjoy this view of Yuji, to see his reactions and the effect this all has on his boy. He didn't realize this would be so goddamn attractive, but as he often coos over Yuji, his boy was made for this.
Panting, shudders running along his spine, Suguru can't resist falling into Satoru's rhythm, rocking his hips up into Yuji's mouth as Satoru retracts, always keeping Yuji filled. ]
Making Daddy so proud, baby boy... [ Growled-out praise, his fingers snarling in Yuji's hair as he keeps bucking, grinding, fucking his submissive's throat with abandon because he knows Yuji can take it.
From his cushion next to the bed, Megumi watches with wide eyes, unable to conceal his fixation on watching his dominant fucking his best friend. He feels like he almost has no idea where to look, whether he should be focused on Gojo or Yuji, but it's a feast of debauchery, kicking the sparks of arousal even brighter, hotter, until Megumi has to grind the heel of his palm against his persistent erection through his sweats. Satoru is always gorgeous, not that Megumi likes being effusive about it, but something about Yuji in this moment makes Megumi's heart skip a little beat. ]
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It's always felt good, being on his knees and being filled with Suguru; be it his mouth or his ass, a cock pressed into him and giving him exactly what he wants. He knows that some of it is his nature, his natural expression of submission, that comes hand in hand with who he is. Yuji enjoys this, letting himself bask in it, cheeks flushed and lips a bright, beautiful red as he enjoys himself.
Moaning around Suguru, muffled, has him complete putty in his daddy's hands, even as the man behind him continues to press into him, fucking into him, starting to get harder, more deliberate with his grinds. Satoru wants to take and take, and he grips at Yuji's hips with a strength enough to bruise, rocking into him.
He turns his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye, and he spots his own sweet boy pressing a hand between his legs, trying to stave away his own pleasure, and his smirk grows wider. ]
Suguru... Look at my darling boy. Look at how he's staring.
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Chuckling low in his chest, Suguru casts Megumi a wicked grin. ]
Oh, he looks so cute, Satoru~ All needy and denied.
[ A flicker of inspiration, and Suguru manages to still his own rhythm, reluctant but firm as he drags Yuji off of his cock by a fistful of pink hair. Suguru leans back on his other hand, luxuriating among the pillows as he directs Yuji by his hair to look over at Megumi. ]
Megumi's so worked up watching you take Satoru's cock, baby boy. I bet he's dying to get his hands on you, too.
[ The blush on Megumi's face darkens, chin dipped to hide behind his bangs. He's not arguing with Suguru, not leaping to dispute the claims because— well, Suguru isn't wrong. Megumi, at a baseline, is attracted to Yuji, so painfully fond of the other submissive – which is a feat for Megumi, who still doesn't even care for Suguru much and the man has been around for years. But Yuji found a place in Megumi's chest not already occupied by Satoru and the love Megumi feels for him, and Yuji has made himself at home there. ]
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He does look pretty, blushing and cute as he watches Yuji get fucked and taken, pressed between these two men and being used for their pleasure. It makes him feel good, and he didn't realise how nice it would feel to be watched like this.
Leaning back, he looks up at Suguru for a moment, eyes flickering over his face before he smiles, leaning in to nuzzle at his hip gently. ]
If daddy gives him permission, maybe one day...
[ He presses his nose to the bottom of Suguru's cock, kissing it absently.
Behind him, Satoru groans, leaning down to press kisses against Yuji's skin, littering the pale expanse with soft marks, teasing the freckles out of him. Apparently, the idea of his own submissive touching or fucking Yuji doesn't lack appeal for him. ]
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Suguru loves him all the more for that, for how he quiets Suguru's anxieties about the world they live in. Never banished, never erased, but the prickling hatred is starting to feel like a far-off memory.
Eyes flicking up to watch Satoru increase his pace, the deep rumble of his friend's pleasure makes Suguru's own cock throb against Yuji's face, leaving a smear of saliva everywhere they make contact. He looks back to the submissive between his legs, smirking as he rocks his hips, dick rubbing across the boy's cheek, his forehead; Suguru can't help but love the way it marks Yuji with spit and precum alike. ]
What do you think, Satoru? Should we let them play together someday?
[ A strangled little sound ekes out of Megumi, more like a catch in his breathing, but Suguru notices immediately.
With a little laugh, ]
I don't think I've ever seen your boy be that excited about anything. [ Except Satoru, when Megumi is being a good boy for his daddy instead of a challenging brat. ]
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It means he can enjoy himself without fear of breaking, without fear full stop.
The cock rubs over his face, colouring him, marking him, and Yuji hums softly as he leans forward and opens his mouth once more, to offer it and his tongue to his dominant. His eyes do flicker over to Megumi, though, curious, interested, even as he huffs out breathy little sighs at each thrust Satoru gives him. He’s getting closer and closer, but he knows better than to come without permission.
Suguru is in control of that.
Behind him, still grinding into him, cock long and wonderful, Satoru feels like a gift, and Yuji wiggles as he presses back, able to rock more now. Satoru might be a touch distracted, but he knows how to fuck, and he does it well, pushing and shifting to judge Yuji’s legs open wider. ]
He knows how to behave when he wants something. I can’t blame him, not with how tight and hot your Yuji-kun is… Who wouldn’t want to be buried deep in here?
[ His eyes flick up to his best friend’s, blazing with heat. ]
I want to see him dripping, Suguru.
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Smirk widening as he meets Satoru's fiercely blue eyes, Suguru rocks his hips forward, cock grinding over Yuji's proffered tongue, teasing into his mouth again without diving forward and claiming it yet. ]
Yeah? Then why don't you fill him up, Satoru? My boy is one hell of a cumslut.
[ Suguru looks down at Yuji again, unyielding grip in the boy's hair. ]
Isn't that right, Yuji? You're Daddy's eager little cumdump, aren't you?
[ He steadies his cock with his other hand, tapping it teasingly against Yuji's tongue. ]
Do you want another man's cum inside you?
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He doesn't want to be teased any more, but he knows how Suguru works, how his daddy is going to treat him, and that means he knows that he's not going to get out of this so easy. It means, when he licks his lips, tongue brushing over Suguru's cock, he's going to get the full front of it sooner rather than later.
The tug on his hair is perfect, and his eyes flicker, lidded. ]
I want it, daddy. I want to taste you, and I want Satoru to feel good.
[ Behind him, Satoru groans, fingers moving away to stroke over Yuji's stomach, stretching over him to push nails into his skin, twisting at his nipples. ]
Please...
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Such a good boy for your Daddy, Yuji.
[ And the reward for Yuji is the return of his Daddy's cock, claiming that waiting throat as he shoves Yuji down to meet the thrust of his hips. ]
Mmmm, fuck yes, baby... A perfect slut, my perfect boy...
[ Panting, allowing the whirlwind of arousal, heat, and thrill to sweep him away, Suguru's fingers tighten almost brutally as he fucks the snug, wet channel of Yuji's throat – because he knows his boy can take it. He knows Yuji was made for this, that he delights in it, and the best way Suguru can shower him in praise is, well.
Showering him with cum. (Metaphorically speaking.)
Suguru's gaze finally leaves Yuji to seek Satoru's again, dark chocolate and blue skies when their eyes lock. It's been— who fucking knows how long since the last time they were this close, this sexually intimate, and he's sure that's part of what makes this feel so intense - two people that he loves (loved? loves) enjoying themselves, enjoying each other. Because something about it being Satoru who touches Yuji doesn't bother Suguru in the slightest; if anything, the people are what make it so hot. ]
Fuck, I'm close—
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If it was Megumi, he'd make the sweet boy come in his own way, but this is for Suguru to decide upon.
The surprise of the cock back down his throat has Yuji groaning a choked off sound, almost spluttering around it before he sinks back into the familiar, letting himself enjoy it. His eyes close and he lets himself curl his tongue, the sounds obscene and intimate as he gives Suguru all that he can, just to please his daddy the most.
At the same time, Satoru is leaning over, long-limbed and beautiful, trying to reach his friend with the tilt of his head and the flicker of his lashes. ]
Suguru... Fill him. I want to see him swallow your come.
[ One hand lifts, moving up and away from Yuji's skin, to wrap around Suguru's head instead, curling into his hair and scratching nails against his scalp. Satoru leans in, eyes dark and filled with desire, his own orgasm not too far away. ]
Kiss me when you do.
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