Mm, good. That's what I thought. [ But he has managed to mature enough that he still asked, to make sure he wasn't trampling over Suguru's preferences. ]
You can't be blamed, [ he agrees, smug. ] Though I didn't ask.
The trimmings and pageantry are optional, but at no point were you given any kind of choice about whether you were going to be my husband. [ Satoru just declared it, really. ]
( He lets his jacket pool from his shoulders, slide to the ground beside them. It's fine, it's not his fanciest. He'd picked it with the knowledge that they'd probably end up doing this anyway. Preparation is key. His hands return to Satoru's body, sliding under his shirt to stick his wind cold fingers against his sides, one leg wedging higher between the other man's thighs. )
Take this off. I don't know why you even bothered.
( He is not helping. Instead he's leaning in to suck a mark to the hollow of Satoru's throat, his usual care for decency completely absconded. They're outside anyway, he's breaking all the rules. Married men are allowed to. )
You don't know why I bothered putting on clothes? [ He knows perfectly well Suguru only meant the open shirt. ] Mm, you're right, Suguru. Nudity it is going forward.
[ Not that he can manage that, or obey the instruction he's been given, with Suguru pinning him down like this, distracting him with mouth and hands and words. Satoru rocks up against his thigh, whining a little with need. His hands slide more greedily inside Suguru's clothing, plucking at buttons and tugging at the cloth, trying to strip him despite not being able to organize hands or thoughts. ] Suguru. Husband.
It's a shame I'm going to have to kill anyone who lays eyes on you but that really can't be helped.
( Completely deadpan, against the hollow of Satoru's throat as his hands steadily work on the fastenings of the other man's jeans. He's already mostly hard, his own cock pressing against the muscle of Satoru's thigh where he's half straddled and he makes a humming noise as, instead of divesting either of them of anything, he wiggles his fingers underneath denim and the cotton of underwear to simply take the man in hand. )
You'll forgive me for it, won't you, Satoru? ( Head lifted, eyes glittering with mirth. ) I know you will.
[ Satoru moans, cock jolting in Suguru's hand, shamelessly rolling his hips up into it to encourage Suguru to keep going. ] I thought you were on a murder diet? [ He's mistaken, conflating Suguru's 'diet' and Suguru being 'reformed' and assuming that there's no secret murder hobby. ] I'll forgive you, but the children will be so disappointed if they find out.
Why are your clothes so complicated? [ Satoru the supergenius, confounded by buttons. ]
( He isn't, not really. All that anger is buried under a barrier that Satoru and the others have piled their affections over. It is still fun to pretend though, fingers sweeping upwards so he can gather the beading slick at the tip of his husband's cock and smear it over the head, playful with the mess. )
I thought you were clever. ( Voice low, head tilted so the feline shape of his smile gets drawn over Satoru's pale throat, teeth dragging against his pulseline. ) Figure it out.
[ Satoru keens as Suguru teases him. His hips jolt into the touch, cock throbbing with eagerness in Suguru's hand.
Tilting his head up to let Suguru maul his throat as he pleases, Satoru lets his fingers wander as best he can, plucking at buttons until he can wiggle a hand inside Suguru's trousers in return. He might be clever, but he knows that Suguru enjoys making him stupid with desire, and he's happy to let his husband tease. ]
Need you. Want you. [ He nuzzles at Suguru's throat in return, nipping at the edge of his jaw and suckling at the spot behind his ear. ] My husband.
( It's one of the more heady kinds of power out there, being the one wholly capable of reducing the strongest to a silly mess. Suguru can't help it, he likes the glazed look in Satoru's eyes, the clumsy, unorchestrated way he touches, the sounds he can pull from his throat. They make him feel lush with potential, something that exists bright underneath his skin. )
I am.
( It's said simple with delight, nose nuzzling at the curve of his ear. ) I'm yours now. There's no escaping it now, Satoru.
( Not that either of them would want to. They've worked so hard to get here. And while usually Suguru likes to tease, he clearly doesn't have it in him now. Instead he pulls back only so he can yank Satoru's jeans and briefs down his thighs, an impatient sound bursting free at the wiggling they both have to do to liberate him. ) Off, off.
( A burst of laughter when Satoru kicks his way out, Suguru's hand curving around his cock again, holding him steady. ) Look at you.
[ Satoru's happy to wiggle free, pushing his clothing away so that he's all but naked beneath Suguru, with only the open shirt still lingering around his shoulders and upper arms. His cock rises tall from the thatch of white hair around the base, straining toward Suguru's touch. ]
Don't I get to look at you in return? [ Satoru's eyes are low-lidded and coaxing. His fingers glide up Suguru's side, pushing his shirt upward so that Satoru can access more of his husband's broad chest. ] I want all of you.
( He leans back up, hands falling away only so he can abandon his clothing with equal fervour , tossing his shirt uncaring to the sandy surface around them. He removes everything with focus, leaving them both bare to the elements as he slots himself between Satoru's thighs, cock kissing cock as he leans in close to capture his mouth in another biting kiss.
He's so hungry for the man before him that it almost makes him clumsy, a broad hand sweeping down his side, gathering a hip, yanking his leg higher around Suguru's waist. He's lost the lube somewhere, and so for now all he can do is grind their hips together, tongue against a plush, swollen bottom lip. )
Satoru. ( A croon, he's smearing precum against his husband's stomach, the two of them blazing hot. ) I want to fuck you.
[ Satoru's gaze is hungry as more skin is exposed for him to see, to touch, to kiss, but his eyes close readily enough as Suguru seals their mouths together in a kiss. He moans into it, arms winding around Suguru and hands splaying over his back as he hugs his husband close. This all feels too good to be true, a dream that he never thought he'd have. All the years he longed for Suguru, and now suddenly he has Suguru as his husband, and time and freedom to enjoy him. ]
Yes. [ He whines, impatient and needy, in response to Suguru's words. Rocking his hips up against Suguru's, Satoru spreads his thighs a little wider, shameless because he knows without a doubt that he belongs to Suguru, and thus it's easy to offer himself up. ] I need you inside me. C'mon.
( It's hard to think like this, joy and want fighting for space where logic should sit. He has to scramble for the bottle of lube, keep his mind on task when all he wants to do is sink into the warm heat of his husband's body. He's clumsy when he snaps it open, clumsier still when he drizzles some in the space between Satoru's thighs, one arm holding his legs up as the other tries to coat his fingers.
At least he doesn't wait around, slick digits stroking below his balls, higher, spreading his cheeks so he can push one inside, straight to the knuckle with no teasing. )
[ Satoru tugs his own legs up readily, helping to hold them out of the way to expose his hole, already twitching in response to the cool air and with anticipation. He moans as Suguru's finger pushes inside of him, and rocks up against it eagerly, seeking more without the slightest pause. ]
Yeah. [ It comes out as a needy keen at first, thoughtless, then he recovers enough to regain some of his shameless teasing, flashing a wicked smirk up at his husband. ] Gotta use that RCT to keep myself virgin tight for you, baby.
( He shakes with ugly laughter at that, nose scrunching. )
Don't be so lewd.
( Says the man with a finger inside him, but oh well. He's adding a second even as he speaks, spearing Satoru with thick digits, gaze alight on his face to watch the pleasure start to bloom. ) And here I thought it would be better if you were loose and easy and ready to have whenever I wanted you.
( A sly smile, fingers pressing deep, seeking out the bundle of nerves that will have any clever retort turn into a squirming gasp. )
[ Satoru blinks twice, eyes widening, as he considers this alternative plan and the implications. He's far too flustered to think of any retort, distracted by the mental image, and then Suguru distracts him entirely as his fingers hook and find his prostate. ] Ah!
[ Satoru moans, writhing beneath him, as his thoughts scatter. ] Suguru. [ His hips rock into the touch as he whines for more, rendered shameless and slutty as soon as Suguru starts to indulge him. ] Yeah, you can have me whenever you want. [ His mouth curves, because it's not any clever retort. He's too distracted and besotted to be clever. ]
( His voice drips low, honeyed as he fucks Satoru with two fingers making sure to press against his prostate each time. ) It doesn't even matter whether you use a technique or not. You're mine, I can have you whenever I want.
( A third finger and Suguru ducks down to claim his mouth, hungry. He fucks him with his hand slowly, a little mean. Intent in the way he knows Satoru likes it. The palm of his hand brushes sensitive skin, his teeth catch a swollen bottom lip. It's good. He wants more of it. )
[ Gazing up at Suguru with open infatuation, Satoru keens as Suguru adds another finger, laying claim to him with words and touch. He feels wanted, desired, valued, and it's such a safe and satisfying feeling to know that he belongs to his Suguru. Soft 'ah ah ah' noises spill from his lips each time Suguru hits his prostate, lighting up all his nerves. ]
Whenever you want, however you want, [ he promises, before Suguru takes his mouth and Satoru dissolves into moans. One of his hands fists in Suguru's hair, keeping him in the kiss, while the other hand clutches at Suguru's back, trying to draw him closer, as if he could pull Suguru inside of himself from that alone. ]
( Impatience licks up his spine, but he still moves his fingers a few more taunting thrusts. He pulls out when he's reasonably satisfied, shushing the noise of protest to rearrange their limbs, guide himself to that tight, warm entrance. When he pushes inside he leans over Satoru, cages him in with his limbs, eyes bright and fully focused on his husband's face so he can watch the pleasure bloom there. )
[ Satoru moans at the feeling. The slight sting of pain as he's stretched open adds a delicious bit of spice with the sweetness. His lashes flutter shut, bliss suffusing him as he feels his husband's warmth entering him, making a place in Satoru's body to match the place in his heart. ]
Not as lucky as me, [ Satoru's eyes sparkle as he flirts, feeling blissful in the knowledge that they're bound together, all of it finally spread honestly between them instead of locked away in unspoken yearning. ]
( A little flustered, a little breathless. Satoru is tight heat around him and Suguru can only fit his hands over his waist, fingers over fading bruises that match the shape of them. He breathes and it comes out a little panted, knees planted close so that he can rock forward, watching the shudder bloom. )
That's how it should be now, Satoru. The two of us.
( Like it always should have been. They made it though, he's not going to waste time agonising. Not when he can dedicate himself to setting a steady pace, pulling almost all of the way out and snapping his hips back in just the way his husband likes it. )
Just like this. [ Breathless agreement that turns into a moan as Suguru gives him a sharp, hard thrust, the intensity of it making his back arch, vision whiting out with pure pleasure. ] Oh!
[ Just like this, he thinks, bodies joined, sharing pleasure. They belong together; they belong to each other. ]
Suguru, fuck. [ He keens, dragging his nails up Suguru's back, greedily trying to pull him closer, deeper. ] Fuck me hard. I need you. I love you.
( His voice is honeyed but still rough around the edges. He does as asked either way, blinded with want as they move together. It feels good to hold Satoru down like this, the slap of skin on skin accompanied by the roll of the waves below them. He feels lit up, he feels effervescent. )
Satoru, Satoru. Husband.
( He's never been this giddy before, sheer joy radiating. Every movement feels steady and sure of itself, every twitch and twist of his lover's body stealing his breath. ) Like this?
[ Suguru is radiant like this, above him and within him, dark hair spilling down around them both. He's golden in the sunset light, impossibly handsome. The most handsome man Satoru's ever seen in his life. Joy only amplifies it, and Satoru can't stop staring at him, absolutely dazzled by his beauty. ]
Like this. [ It's a whisper. He's reverent, infatuated, dazed with pleasure. Everything feels too good to be true, and the low waves of pleasure build in him, making him feel like he's floating. His hips roll into each thrust, eager for it. His legs tangle possessively around Suguru as he gets closer, limiting his motions in the interests of keeping their bodies bound together, until he comes with a shout of Suguru's name. ]
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You can't be blamed, [ he agrees, smug. ] Though I didn't ask.
The trimmings and pageantry are optional, but at no point were you given any kind of choice about whether you were going to be my husband. [ Satoru just declared it, really. ]
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( The serious things done away with his hands start roaming again, sliding up to Satoru's shoulders in a lazy sweep. )
You never ask about things you deem important anyway. I'm used to that.
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[ He likes Suguru's determination that he never asks about important things. It sounds right. ] Can't leave important things like this to chance.
[ His hands slide up Suguru's shirt in turn, pushing at his clothes to start to get access under them. ] All right, so fuck me. Consummation.
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( He lets his jacket pool from his shoulders, slide to the ground beside them. It's fine, it's not his fanciest. He'd picked it with the knowledge that they'd probably end up doing this anyway. Preparation is key. His hands return to Satoru's body, sliding under his shirt to stick his wind cold fingers against his sides, one leg wedging higher between the other man's thighs. )
Take this off. I don't know why you even bothered.
( He is not helping. Instead he's leaning in to suck a mark to the hollow of Satoru's throat, his usual care for decency completely absconded. They're outside anyway, he's breaking all the rules. Married men are allowed to. )
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[ Not that he can manage that, or obey the instruction he's been given, with Suguru pinning him down like this, distracting him with mouth and hands and words. Satoru rocks up against his thigh, whining a little with need. His hands slide more greedily inside Suguru's clothing, plucking at buttons and tugging at the cloth, trying to strip him despite not being able to organize hands or thoughts. ] Suguru. Husband.
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( Completely deadpan, against the hollow of Satoru's throat as his hands steadily work on the fastenings of the other man's jeans. He's already mostly hard, his own cock pressing against the muscle of Satoru's thigh where he's half straddled and he makes a humming noise as, instead of divesting either of them of anything, he wiggles his fingers underneath denim and the cotton of underwear to simply take the man in hand. )
You'll forgive me for it, won't you, Satoru? ( Head lifted, eyes glittering with mirth. ) I know you will.
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Why are your clothes so complicated? [ Satoru the supergenius, confounded by buttons. ]
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( He isn't, not really. All that anger is buried under a barrier that Satoru and the others have piled their affections over. It is still fun to pretend though, fingers sweeping upwards so he can gather the beading slick at the tip of his husband's cock and smear it over the head, playful with the mess. )
I thought you were clever. ( Voice low, head tilted so the feline shape of his smile gets drawn over Satoru's pale throat, teeth dragging against his pulseline. ) Figure it out.
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Tilting his head up to let Suguru maul his throat as he pleases, Satoru lets his fingers wander as best he can, plucking at buttons until he can wiggle a hand inside Suguru's trousers in return. He might be clever, but he knows that Suguru enjoys making him stupid with desire, and he's happy to let his husband tease. ]
Need you. Want you. [ He nuzzles at Suguru's throat in return, nipping at the edge of his jaw and suckling at the spot behind his ear. ] My husband.
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I am.
( It's said simple with delight, nose nuzzling at the curve of his ear. ) I'm yours now. There's no escaping it now, Satoru.
( Not that either of them would want to. They've worked so hard to get here. And while usually Suguru likes to tease, he clearly doesn't have it in him now. Instead he pulls back only so he can yank Satoru's jeans and briefs down his thighs, an impatient sound bursting free at the wiggling they both have to do to liberate him. ) Off, off.
( A burst of laughter when Satoru kicks his way out, Suguru's hand curving around his cock again, holding him steady. ) Look at you.
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Don't I get to look at you in return? [ Satoru's eyes are low-lidded and coaxing. His fingers glide up Suguru's side, pushing his shirt upward so that Satoru can access more of his husband's broad chest. ] I want all of you.
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( He leans back up, hands falling away only so he can abandon his clothing with equal fervour , tossing his shirt uncaring to the sandy surface around them. He removes everything with focus, leaving them both bare to the elements as he slots himself between Satoru's thighs, cock kissing cock as he leans in close to capture his mouth in another biting kiss.
He's so hungry for the man before him that it almost makes him clumsy, a broad hand sweeping down his side, gathering a hip, yanking his leg higher around Suguru's waist. He's lost the lube somewhere, and so for now all he can do is grind their hips together, tongue against a plush, swollen bottom lip. )
Satoru. ( A croon, he's smearing precum against his husband's stomach, the two of them blazing hot. ) I want to fuck you.
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Yes. [ He whines, impatient and needy, in response to Suguru's words. Rocking his hips up against Suguru's, Satoru spreads his thighs a little wider, shameless because he knows without a doubt that he belongs to Suguru, and thus it's easy to offer himself up. ] I need you inside me. C'mon.
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( It's hard to think like this, joy and want fighting for space where logic should sit. He has to scramble for the bottle of lube, keep his mind on task when all he wants to do is sink into the warm heat of his husband's body. He's clumsy when he snaps it open, clumsier still when he drizzles some in the space between Satoru's thighs, one arm holding his legs up as the other tries to coat his fingers.
At least he doesn't wait around, slick digits stroking below his balls, higher, spreading his cheeks so he can push one inside, straight to the knuckle with no teasing. )
You're so tight.
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Yeah. [ It comes out as a needy keen at first, thoughtless, then he recovers enough to regain some of his shameless teasing, flashing a wicked smirk up at his husband. ] Gotta use that RCT to keep myself virgin tight for you, baby.
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Don't be so lewd.
( Says the man with a finger inside him, but oh well. He's adding a second even as he speaks, spearing Satoru with thick digits, gaze alight on his face to watch the pleasure start to bloom. ) And here I thought it would be better if you were loose and easy and ready to have whenever I wanted you.
( A sly smile, fingers pressing deep, seeking out the bundle of nerves that will have any clever retort turn into a squirming gasp. )
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[ Satoru moans, writhing beneath him, as his thoughts scatter. ] Suguru. [ His hips rock into the touch as he whines for more, rendered shameless and slutty as soon as Suguru starts to indulge him. ] Yeah, you can have me whenever you want. [ His mouth curves, because it's not any clever retort. He's too distracted and besotted to be clever. ]
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( His voice drips low, honeyed as he fucks Satoru with two fingers making sure to press against his prostate each time. ) It doesn't even matter whether you use a technique or not. You're mine, I can have you whenever I want.
( A third finger and Suguru ducks down to claim his mouth, hungry. He fucks him with his hand slowly, a little mean. Intent in the way he knows Satoru likes it. The palm of his hand brushes sensitive skin, his teeth catch a swollen bottom lip. It's good. He wants more of it. )
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Whenever you want, however you want, [ he promises, before Suguru takes his mouth and Satoru dissolves into moans. One of his hands fists in Suguru's hair, keeping him in the kiss, while the other hand clutches at Suguru's back, trying to draw him closer, as if he could pull Suguru inside of himself from that alone. ]
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( Simply, like an answer they have't asked. )
Always you, Satoru.
( Impatience licks up his spine, but he still moves his fingers a few more taunting thrusts. He pulls out when he's reasonably satisfied, shushing the noise of protest to rearrange their limbs, guide himself to that tight, warm entrance. When he pushes inside he leans over Satoru, cages him in with his limbs, eyes bright and fully focused on his husband's face so he can watch the pleasure bloom there. )
Ah, look at you. Aren't I lucky?
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Not as lucky as me, [ Satoru's eyes sparkle as he flirts, feeling blissful in the knowledge that they're bound together, all of it finally spread honestly between them instead of locked away in unspoken yearning. ]
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( A little flustered, a little breathless. Satoru is tight heat around him and Suguru can only fit his hands over his waist, fingers over fading bruises that match the shape of them. He breathes and it comes out a little panted, knees planted close so that he can rock forward, watching the shudder bloom. )
That's how it should be now, Satoru. The two of us.
( Like it always should have been. They made it though, he's not going to waste time agonising. Not when he can dedicate himself to setting a steady pace, pulling almost all of the way out and snapping his hips back in just the way his husband likes it. )
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[ Just like this, he thinks, bodies joined, sharing pleasure. They belong together; they belong to each other. ]
Suguru, fuck. [ He keens, dragging his nails up Suguru's back, greedily trying to pull him closer, deeper. ] Fuck me hard. I need you. I love you.
i did not get this notif dw why
( His voice is honeyed but still rough around the edges. He does as asked either way, blinded with want as they move together. It feels good to hold Satoru down like this, the slap of skin on skin accompanied by the roll of the waves below them. He feels lit up, he feels effervescent. )
Satoru, Satoru. Husband.
( He's never been this giddy before, sheer joy radiating. Every movement feels steady and sure of itself, every twitch and twist of his lover's body stealing his breath. ) Like this?
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Like this. [ It's a whisper. He's reverent, infatuated, dazed with pleasure. Everything feels too good to be true, and the low waves of pleasure build in him, making him feel like he's floating. His hips roll into each thrust, eager for it. His legs tangle possessively around Suguru as he gets closer, limiting his motions in the interests of keeping their bodies bound together, until he comes with a shout of Suguru's name. ]
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