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Suguru considered Shoko one of his best friends, and he knew that Shoko considered him her best friend. Shoko had another almost-best friend, Satoru. The three of them were a trio, when you got one, you got the other three.
Shoko and Satoru had moved in together first, just for a short while until Suguru was able to sort out family affairs and move in. Once Suguru moved in, he had to come to terms with his problem with Satoru.
Satoru was a lovely guy, Suguru was sure of it. Suguru just did not like him.
Could not stand him.
But Satoru seemed to adore Suguru and would spend every second he could in Suguru’s space, in his room, long legs all folded up in his lap when they were watching TV.
It’s not that Suguru wasn’t a physical person, far from, he adored cuddling and any kind of contact he could get with most of his close friends, but something about Satoru just set him on edge.
And on top of that. Satoru was messy. Messy with a capital M and it drove Suguru insane. Satoru wasn’t dirty, he wouldn’t leave dirty plates out or anything, thankfully. But he just created a mess everywhere he went, there was his mess in the living room, in the kitchen, in any place where there could be some free space. Satoru would fill it.
Shoko was good at calming him down when she was here, she would peel Satoru off Suguru, ushering him to the other end of the sofa. She’d block Geto’s view of mess sometimes, or try and put some of Gojo’s belongings in place.
She did her best.
Suguru reached his peak one weekend when Shoko was away visiting her friends. He tripped over some of Satoru’s clutter and nearly smacked his head against the wall. Suguru was done.
Storming up the stairs, Suguru barged into Satoru’s room, catching the older boy off guard.
“Suguru? Is everything okay?” Satoru startled off his bed, stumbling over some stuff to get to Suguru. “what’s wrong are you-”
“Shut the fuck up.” Suguru was seething, seeing red, and without Shoko here to tame him, Satoru was finally getting the full force of it. Suguru jabbed a finger into Satoru’s chest, crowding into his space. “I’m sick of your shit being everywhere and you not doing shit about tidying it up.”
Satoru stepped back slightly, blue eyes widening at the force coming towards him, trying to get out of Suguru’s way; as if he wasn’t having to deal with months of pent-up rage. “I nearly smashed my head against the wall because of some shit you left out in a shared space , I don’t care what you do in your room,” he cast a glance around the room, “which of course is a mess , but for the love of all things holy, keep your shit out of everyone else’s space.”
“Sug I’m sorry,” Satoru started to say, eyes wide with concern, still trying to get out of Suguru’s firing line. Squirming under his gaze.
“You’re sorry?” Suguru spat, jabbing his finger into Satoru’s chest again, not noticing that he’d backed the taller boy right against the wall. “I’m sure you’d be so sorry if you’d had to drive me to A&E, wouldn’t you? God, you’re so fucking selfish do you even think of any of the consequences?”
Satoru flushed, stammering to get an answer out but was cut off by Suguru before he could form a full sentence. “No of course you don’t. It’s your world and we’re just living in it isn’t it” Suguru growled, “well I’m sick of it. Sick of you and your crap everywhere. Maybe once I’d like it to be my world too.”
Suguru paused for breath and took a moment to study Satoru. The white-haired boy looked terrified. Was terrified the right word? Suguru looked a moment longer, watching Satoru’s eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, how blown his pupils were, his breathing- oh.
Well, this was unexpected.
“‘Toru,” Suguru spoke softly for a second, slight concern pulling him from his rage for a few moments, “are you okay?”
“Yeah, I, uh,” Satoru swallowed, voice slightly rough. He licked his lips slightly, leaning forward to say something more, but Suguru didn’t want to hear it.
“Shut. Up.” He snapped, feeling his rage creep back in, he didn’t want to hear any more half-assed apologies from Satoru. He needed something quick to keep the gobby blue-eyed boy quiet. So he kissed him.
God that was a good decision.
Pushing Satoru hard against the wall, Suguru completely dominated the kiss; and Satoru? Satoru melted into it. God, Suguru was going to ruin him.
Suguru reached a hand up, threading it through Satoru’s white hair and pulling hard, causing the older boy to moan deliciously. “Fuck, of course, you’re a whore too.” Suguru hissed against Satoru’s lips. Satoru tried to mumble something back but was cut off by another sharp tug, causing him to moan again. “Total whore aren’t you? You just need someone to fuck you into your place don’t you, maybe I can fuck some sense into that stupid, pretty little head of yours. Maybe then you’ll sort your shit out.”
“Suguru, please.” Satoru moaned when Suguru pulled away to look at him, pulling Satoru’s hair so he could study him properly. Suguru supposed he’d never actually considered it, but Satoru was very pretty. Pretty or not though, Suguru was going to fuck his brains out.
“Please what? I can’t do shit to you if you don’t talk to me.” Suguru attached his lips to Satoru’s neck, sucking a dark mark on pale skin, Satoru’s legs buckled slightly, so Suguru sunk his teeth in, maybe slightly too hard, but given the sounds that Satoru was making, that didn’t seem to be too much of an issue. “Fucking hell are you this gone already?”
“Suguru, more, please, I need- ah!” Satoru was interrupted by Suguru latching onto his lips again, the kiss soft for barely a second, before Suguru grabbed Satoru’s lip with his teeth, biting down just hard enough that the white-haired boy beneath him groaned. Experimentally, Suguru slid one hand up wrapping around Satoru’s neck. He tightened his fist slightly, and Satoru gasped under the contact, arching up into the contact.
“Need what? Tell me.” Suguru tightened his hand around Satoru’s throat, golden eyes burning with something that equal parts terrified and turned Satoru on. Suguru’s hand moved from Satoru’s neck to his chin, forcing the taller boy to look at him. “Look at me when I speak to you, I didn’t realise you were this much of a whore, but I guess you’re going to keep proving me wrong aren’t you? Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me! Please, please Suguru, I need you.” Suguru smiled, and fuck , if Satoru wasn’t caught even more between fear and arousal.
“I am touching you though ‘Toru. Isn’t this enough?” Suguru traced a hand down Satoru’s bicep, enjoying watching the shivers it sent down Satoru’s whole body. Tightening his grip on Satoru’s neck, he pulled the taller boy towards him. “Or are you greedy? Do you need more, tell me what you need Satoru, or you’re getting what I think you deserve.”
Satoru was speechless. His mouth gaped for words his brain couldn’t provide. Suguru scoffed.
“I thought as much.” With one swift movement, Suguru pulled Satoru away from the wall and pretty much threw him onto Satoru’s bed, surprisingly the only part of Satoru’s room that was tidy. Ironic really. “I’m gonna fuck you, and if you’re lucky, I’ll let you cum. Does that sound good to you?”
Suguru straddled Satoru, taking a few seconds to admire Satoru, how pliant and submissive he was beneath him, before tugging harshly on his shirt, scowling at the stupid flame on the front of it. “Take this all off. Or are you too useless for that? Am I gonna have to do it for you?”
Satoru groaned, pawing at the bottom of his shirt, shifting it up slightly, but nowhere near close enough to being off for Suguru to be happy with. He sighed, grabbing Satoru by the neck again, pulling him up enough that with his free hand he could work the top off of him. Once the top was off, Suguru just dropped Satoru, moving down to pull down Satoru’s joggers, running his nails down Satoru’s torso as he went, digging in slightly harder than he should have. Once Satoru was relieved of all clothing, Suguru lifted himself up a bit.
“On your front, ass up, like a good little whore. Can you at least do that for me?” Satoru rolled over, shuffling his knees forward so he was propped up on all fours, Suguru hummed thoughtfully, considering the scene before him. Leaning forward, Suguru pressed his palm into Satoru’s back, right between his shoulder blades, forcing Satoru to drop onto his chest, tanned arms moving forward to prop his head slightly. “Good boy.” Suguru cooed, voice dripping with venom, Satoru was screwed. Well and truly.
Suguru laughed at the little noise Satoru made at the praise, “Please tell me I didn’t mishear you there. Did you like that?” Satoru moaned into the pillow, and if Suguru could have seen his face, he was certain that his tanned cheeks would be flushed with more than just arousal. “You really are a messy little slut aren’t you?”
“Suguru, please, touch-” Satoru groaned into the pillow, his words slurring slightly. Suguru ran a hand over Satoru’s ass, admiring how soft and pale the skin there was, how easy it would be for Suguru to mark him up there, leave Satoru’s perfect cheeks red, bruising, leave him unable to sit properly for days. But that was for another time, he had stuff he needed to do now or he was going to lose his mind.
Suguru dug his nails into the top of Satoru’s thigh, revelling in the delicious sound he made, “have you got lube?” Because no matter how much of a mood he was in with Satoru, the poor boy did not deserve to be fucked dry.
Satoru swiped towards the bedside table, “it’s in the- ah!” Suguru dug his nails in again, enjoying making the younger boy squirm. “-top drawer.” Suguru leant over Satoru, pulling the top drawer open and freezing at the sight of the contents. For the first time in the night, Suguru was the speechless one, gawking down at Satoru’s assortment of toys.
“Sat-” Suguru’s voice was a lot softer than it had been, “Satoru what is all of this?”
Satoru mumbled something into his pillow, something that sounded like just grab the lube and close the drawer , but Suguru didn’t want to listen to that, eyes raking over the drawer’s contents.
“Satoru, some of these are big. ” Suguru looked back at the pale boy, who’s skin was turning a delicious shade of pink with embarrassment, shame, any bad feeling possible. “You use these?” Suguru tugged on Satoru’s hair slightly, getting the older boy to look across at him. While willing the earth to swallow him up whole Satoru nodded.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Suguru’s voice was barely above a whisper, looking down at the white-haired boy, eyes filled with pure want, the thought of Satoru, on his back, fucking himself with any of those toys, a pretty blush across his face. Fuck. “I’m gonna use those on you sometime.”
Satoru's eyes rolled back into his head at the words. Suguru found the lube bottle and climbed back onto the bed, sliding himself between Satoru’s legs. “I was worried I was gonna have to go gently on you, but seeing as you can take that?” Suguru’s voice sent shivers down Satoru’s spine. “You’ll be taking what you’re given. Got it?”
Once more, Satoru moaned into the sheets, half in response to Suguru’s finger circling his hole, half a response to Suguru’s question. Pressing his finger into Satoru, Suguru watched the boy below him bury himself into the pillow and moan.
Out of habit, Suguru started slowly, working his finger inside Satoru, watching with a heated desire as Satoru writhed underneath him, begging for Suguru, for more. Suguru's finger brushed over Satoru's prostate, causing the younger's head to fling upwards, crying out.
Grinning at this reaction, Suguru pushed another finger into Satoru, relishing in the way he took the second finger so easily, babbling mindlessly at Suguru.
"God, you're such a little whore aren't you?" Suguru worked his fingers harder, noting how Satoru moaned more when he went rougher, fucking him harder, purely with two fingers. "Look at how well you're taking this huh? Made to be fucked by me aren't you?"
Suguru probably added a third finger too soon, but Satoru's continued moaning meant Suguru was able to brush away the twinge of guilt he felt. Unsatisfied with all of this Suguru grabbed the back of Satoru’s neck pulling his head up like a dog. “I asked you a question, or are you that fucking gone from my fingers that you can’t respond?” Suguru’s voice dripped with venom, bitter and hungry, and Satoru was hooked.
Heated eyes raked down Satoru’s body, how his back arched and curved down to his pump cheeks, how well he was taking Suguru fucking him with his fingers. How Satoru’s body twitched against Suguru’s restraints as his fingers grazed his prostate, teasing , promising something that Suguru wasn’t even sure if he was going to be giving it to Satoru.
Satoru’s cheeks flushed at Suguru’s words. It was one thing to be told those things, but it was a whole other ball game being made to say it himself out loud. “I- ah! I was made to be fucked by you!” Satoru almost shouted, trying his best to turn and look at Suguru, strong hands grasping desperately at the bedsheets. Suguru caught sight of Satoru’s face and nearly came on the spot, Satoru’s gorgeously pale cheeks were flushed pink, and his light eyes glistened with the beginnings of tears, threatening to spill over the edge. “Please Suguru, I- you need to fuck me, please. I can take it.”
“Of course you can, such a good little whore for me aren’t you?” Suguru hummed approvingly, letting go of Satoru’s neck, letting him drop into the pillow once more, “you’d have let me fuck you off two fingers wouldn’t you?”
Satoru’s whine into his arms was enough of an answer for him. Scoffing lightly, Suguru unzipped his jeans, pulling his dick out finally, palming himself slightly, before dribbling some lube onto his dick.
“You good ‘Toru?” Suguru lined his cock up with Satoru, sliding between Satoru’s cheeks, enjoying the lewd sounds the younger boy made. With one hand firm on Satoru’s hip, Suguru pushed himself into Satoru, not stopping moving until he fully bottomed out in the older boy, forcing himself to stay still, he felt Satoru clenching around him, warm and tight and Jesus if Suguru didn’t move soon he was going to lose his mind.
“Imagine if the Gojo Clan could see you now hmm?” Suguru purred, bending down to Satoru’s head, grinding his cock further into Satoru’s hole. “The high and mighty heir, a drooling mess on my cock.”
Pulling back out, Suguru and Satoru moaned together, both too lost in emotions and the slick feeling of each other to consider much more than just noise. As he pushed back in, one of Suguru’s hands found its way up to Satoru’s neck, curling around it, holding the older boy in place. They stayed in that moment for a while, Suguru holding Satoru in place, fingers gripping hard enough that they both knew Satoru would be bruised the next day, and for days after that. Suguru moved slowly for a while, just enjoying the slick feeling of Satoru around him, the lewd sounds he was pulling out of Satoru. Revelling in the power he held at this moment, watching Satoru fall apart in his hands, turning into a begging mess.
“Suguru, please-” Satoru sounded so wrecked, “Suguru more, please I can-”
Suguru didn’t allow Satoru to finish that sentence, snapping his hips forwards with a force that Satoru was not expecting, choking a broken moan out of him.
“Fuck, you’re such a whore aren’t you?” The words just fell out of Suguru’s mouth by this point, just lust-driven words to get a rise of some kind out of the boy below him. Not that there was much left of the boy below him to get a rise out of. “All this over some shit you left out, huh? If you wanted me to fuck you Satoru, all you had to do was ask.”
Each word seemed to be snarled rather than spoken, punctuated with a sharp thrust into Satoru, breaking the white-haired boy even more. Pure nonsense was just falling from Satoru’s mouth, breathy words of want and need and please.
Suguru couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t, he had so much built-up stress and angst and Satoru's soft, pliant body was the perfect tool for him to take it all out on. The body beneath him just took everything he gave, and despite the roughness, Satoru wanted more.
"Suguru- please," Satoru stammered, arching his back so deliciously that Suguru could have lost his mind. "Suguru, I'm so close, can I cum, please."
"Fuck," Suguru shifted his hips slightly, angling his strokes so he was finally hitting Satoru's prostate, rather than just brushing against it. "Yeah, cum for me, cum on my cock like the little whore you are."
Satoru moved one of his hands, with the intention of grabbing his dick, giving himself something to get off on. But Suguru was quicker, moving to grab Satoru's wrists, pinning them both above his head.
"I said you'd cum on my cock, like the whore you are." Suguru spat, for such delicate hands, Suguru certainly held a lot of force behind them. "So go on, cum for me. Cum for me."
Suguru was ruthless . His new angle gave way for more depth, filling Satoru in a way he didn't think he could be, something that he hadn't achieved with any of his toys , and he was vocal about it.
Suguru's ego was thoroughly boosted by that.
Satoru's begging turned into more babbling, before he cried out, shouting Suguru's name, and painting his sheets with his cum.
Suguru wasn't long to follow, Satoru's hole squeezed tightly around him as he came, pulling Suguru closer to the edge, until he was fucking Satoru through his own orgasm, ignoring the older boys cries of overstimulation.
Hazily, Suguru pulled out of Satoru, staring greedily as he watched his cum dribble out of Satoru, enjoying the soft noises he was making. Unable to help himself, Suguru ran a hand through Satoru's hair, pulling his head up to look at him.
"Look at you, messy whore, leaking cum, lying in your own cum. You can not be helped can you." He laughed at Satoru's expression, bright blue eyes glazed over, watching the boy struggle to form an argument, trying to think of something he could hit back with. "And of course, you're too fucked out to even say anything."
Gently, especially in comparison to what he'd just done, Suguru helped Satoru to the bathroom. Propping the white-haired boy up, Suguru turned the shower on, allowing the water to run hot before guiding Satoru in. Softly, Suguru lathered Satoru’s loofah up, and gently washed off sweat and cum from Satoru’s body. Finally, Suguru turned Satoru around, slipping his fingers in and cleaning out cum and lube, hushing Satoru as he whined and complained.
“Nearly done sweetheart, nearly done, you’re doing so good for me.” Suguru purred, smiling at Satoru’s moans.
Suguru complained as Satoru followed him into his room, the taunts light.
Suguru pretended to complain as Satoru wrapped himself around Suguru, tucking his nose into Suguru’s neck and filling the bed with warmth.
Suguru didn’t complain when he woke up in Satoru’s arms, roles reversed during the night, watching Satoru rest peacefully as sunlight streamed in through the partly opened blinds.
A loud slam startled both of them, followed by Shoko yelling for them both. Suguru hurried to push Satoru out of the bed, trying to get him out of his room before Shoko made it up the stairs.
They failed, and Shoko caught them mid-exit. Suguru wearing Satoru’s oversized hoodie, Satoru shirtless and covered in marks. Their brunette friend nearly fell up the stairs as she wheezed so hard. The conversation that followed was more awkward. Neither of them really knew what was happening.
Shoko was just happy they both got laid.