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"I feel like we'd have better chances conceiving if I was on top."

Suguru looks up from his newspaper to stare at Satoru dead in the face.

"You know," Satoru continues, without a care in the world as he continues to game on his Nintendo switch, "Because it would have nowhere to escape if I sat on your dick."

"I don't think that's how it works." Suguru cringes a little as he peels his reading glasses off his eyes to rest them on his chest. "You know, gravity would pull it down."

"Your cum?" Satoru says crudely, "Yeah, I thought about that. But if you knotted me then it would have no other place to go but inside me. And if I'm lying on your chest, your little swimmers can do the rest of the work."

"I still don't think that's going to work."

If you really thought about it, it wouldn't work. Like, sure, his cum might go up to a speed of 40 miles per hour when he ejaculates, but that has to enter Satoru's womb somehow. And gravity would act against that journey.

Then again, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if Satoru had tried to pull up his cum using blue, although he might not know how that will go.

"Just let me try it!" Satoru whines, looking up from his screens to flash his pretty blues, his scent sweetening to try and enhance his plead. "If it doesn't work, then you can…"

Satoru pauses for a minute, as if in wonder.

"Then you can do whatever you want to me."

He finishes, and Suguru can feel heat rushing straight to his dick.

"Anything?" He murmurs, probing Satoru.

"Anything." Satoru says decisively, a soft smile on his lips. "But! On the condition that you're tied up to the bed, so that you don't try anything silly whilst we're fucking." He squints his eyes and waggles his finger, almost akin to a parent telling off a child.

Fuck, Satoru would make such a good mother, wouldn't he?

"Yeah, sure." Suguru says breathlessly, utterly enamoured with Satoru. His eyes are widened in awe, and before he can help it, he leans in to kiss Satoru on the lips.

The kiss is gentle, with Suguru holding onto Satoru's cheek, and Satoru reciprocates that gentleness so well that Suguru just wants to make sweet love to him, right this second.

When they part, Satoru is beaming so brightly, gently tucking a strand of hair away and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"We should probably ask for the weekend off." Satoru whispers. "You know, just so we have sufficient time to test my hypothesis."

"I still don't think it's going to work." Suguru muses, moving Satoru's switch onto the bedside table before gently pinning Satoru down onto the sheets, nuzzling into his neck to coax out his sugary soft scent. He presses his lips against the mating mark, preening a little at the fact that he has Satoru claimed and his. "When I win, I'll make sure you'll be pregnant by the time we're done."

"I'd like to see you try." Satoru cups his cheeks, pulling his head up so that he can press their noses together. "You know, because I'm the strongest and all. I can take your dick easily."

"Mm, my strong omega." Suguru wraps his arms around Satoru's body, pressing kiss after kiss to his lip. They makeout for a few minutes, limbs tangled up as Suguru settles between Satoru's spread thighs. Satoru's fingers lace into his hair, massaging his scalp and relieving any residual tension that he's been carrying throughout the day.

"I love you." Satoru murmurs when Suguru rests his chin on his chest, combing through now-opened strands of hair, looking into his warm irises. "A lot."

"Yeah, I know." Suguru replies, grinning cheekily from ear to ear. "I'm just kidding, I love you too." He murmurs, leaning up to press another kiss to Satoru's lips. "Can't wait for you to lose." He murmurs against his lips.

"Oh I'll win, alright." Satoru hums, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I'll get so pregnant just to spite you."

Suguru really hopes that Satoru doesn't get pregnant, just this once.

Suguru has been painfully hard for the past week.

It was a Monday when they made their bet, and so it was a long, arduous week of waiting. Waiting for the day that he and Satoru can have their planned sex, waiting for Satoru to bite his words when Suguru's seed doesn't take.

Well, he hopes it doesn't, so that he can get Satoru pregnant on his own terms. He and Satoru have been talking kids since they were 20, now they're 28 and finally doing it, let him have this win.

Except it's a little daunting to be tied on a bed.

Right now, Satoru is in the bathroom taking a shower (even though he's going to get dirty) and Suguru is sitting on the bed. He was told to wait, and even though his alpha screams at him for listening and waiting patiently, he sits.

But like, he should be proactive about this, right? Should he take his clothes off and lie on the bed naked? Would Satoru like that?

Fuck. He can't do this.

He groans and falls backwards onto their bed, rubbing his face with his palms before flopping his arms down by his sides.

It was very rare for Satoru to want to be dominating in bed. Usually he would lie there and take Suguru's dick like the perfect husband he is, but tonight, Satoru was going to take the lead.

Like, it's really hot when he does. Watching Satoru ride Suguru's dick like there's no tomorrow and whispering a slew of praises into his ear is really fucking enjoyable. But he also enjoys pinning Satoru down onto the bed and making him take it—

Suguru jumps when he feels a soft hand graze his chest.

His eyes immediately shoot open, lifting his head to see Satoru lightly tracing the fabric of his compression shirt, all the way down to his corset. He had taken off his sorcerer's jacket at the entryway, just as he always does after a long day of work and missions with Satoru.

"I think you look really hot with a corset on." Satoru murmurs, his body lightly glistening with residual shower water. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, but it leaves little to imagination, with the way his v-line teases, invites Suguru to take a peek. "It highlights your shoulders."

"Yeah?" Suguru whispers, pushing up on his hands to press a chaste kiss to Satoru's lips. "Like what you see?"

"I do." Satoru easily agrees, cupping Suguru's cheeks and kissing him more fully now. Their tongues mingle in each other's mouths, kissing with full vigour and the promise that there's more to come. "Just my opinion, though."

"Your opinion is the only one that matters, Satoru." Suguru smiles when they part. "What do you want me to do?"

Satoru just combs through Suguru's hair over and over again, enjoying the way the strands feel in Suguru's hair before he starts to unlace the corset.

"I want you to strip." Satoru murmurs after he has the corset off. "Then lie on the bed for me. I bought some rope for this."

"So naughty." Suguru teases, his dick hard as a rock in his boxers. His omega was so beautiful, he couldn't wait to be inside of him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he starts to rid himself of his compression shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his bare chest.

"You really like taking your time, huh?" Satoru asks, running his bratty mouth along. Usually, Suguru would've given him a warning through a light slap on his ass, or a watch it, but he settles for a glare before kicking off his trousers.

He's bare before Satoru, save for his boxers which are poorly concealing his dick. It's rock hard underneath the flimsy fabric, and Suguru can't help but feel at least a little embarrassed at how aroused he's feeling.

We're finally making a baby.

It seems Satoru is matching him with that feeling as well, his scent pleased and just as aroused as Suguru, if not more. He gently nudges Suguru's shoulder, signalling to get him in the middle of the bed, retreating to the closet to fish out the rope he bought.

Suguru lies like a starfish as he stares up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths in and out as he hears Satoru rummaging around. It's only when he feels a hand wrap around his ankle that he closes his eyes, letting Satoru have free reign of his body and tying him up as he sees fit.

"Not too tight?" Satoru asks, tying the rope to a bedpost. It was loose enough that Suguru could escape if he wanted to, but he laid there on the bed, focusing on his breathing.

"Just fine." Even if his alpha was weeping and sobbing at the thought of not being able to breed his omega. Like, he still could get his dick inside of Satoru, he just had to wait. And he was a very patient man, right?

Except when all four of his limbs are bound, he realises that he might not be as patient as he hyped himself up to be.

He tugs at the binds lightly, admiring Satoru's skill, before looking over at the omega himself. Satoru is watching him with hazy eyes, a light blush on his face as he watches Suguru tug and pull.

"Maybe I should tie you up more." Satoru mumbles as he peels the towel away from his waist, revealing his wet cock and glistening slick. He drops the towel down next to Suguru's discarded clothes, before climbing onto the bed and straddling Suguru's lap. "Who knew you could look this good whilst being tied up?"

"Don't get used to it." Suguru growls, "This isn't going to happen regularly, and you know that."

"Calm down, alpha," Satoru purrs, leaning forward to cup Suguru's cheek, stroking over his cheekbone to soothe him. "Just for tonight, let me have this, okay?" He reasons, pressing a kiss to his lips, just a short peck. "Then you can go back to giving me the best time of my life."

He can do this for a night. Surely he can, he's a stronger man than this. A little bit of physical restraint isn't going to stop him from winning the bet.

Still, he can smell Satoru's slick, can see it coating his thighs, unattended for. By now, Suguru would be buried in between his thighs, sucking on his cock and lapping up his syrupy slick, making sure he's clean and perfect. But right now, all he can do is watch longingly as Satoru starts to slowly grind his dick in between his abs, slathering said slick all over them.

"Fuck…" Satoru moans, hands resting on his pecs as he grinds tantalizing slow, teasing both himself and Suguru. His cock glides through easily, and Suguru is just so— So ready to give up and rip the binds off.

And it seems Satoru is aware of that, because the moment his scent becomes even slightly tinged in bitterness, Satoru immediately says. "If you rip those binds, you lose as well. Don't try me, Suguru."

Suguru just whines frustratedly, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth. It had only been like, what, a few minutes? And Suguru is already losing his mind.

"Aww, poor baby." Satoru breathes, whimpering after. His hands lightly pinch Suguru's nipples, twisting the buds just to rile him up even more. "You want me so bad, don't you?" He taunts, a smirk on his face as he starts to really kick his cock into his skin. "Don't worry, Suguru. You'll get what you want soon enough."

"And how long will that take?" Suguru snarks at the omega, pulling his arms down (which isn't that far, considering how Satoru used as little rope as he could to securely bind his arms) before giving up, the skin around his wrists imprinted red from the effort.

"As long as it has to." Satoru replies simply, dragging a hand up to his neck and just holding it there, not squeezing or doing anything. "You know, 'cause we're going at my pace. And you always love it when we take it slow, don't you?"

That's only when Suguru is in the lead and wants to care for Satoru like the angel he is. Right now, it's as if the devil is sat on top of his lap, beautifully grinding into his abs without a single care in the world. And while he would usually enjoy it, right now, he wants nothing more than to flip Satoru off and show him who's boss.

Again, he just can't do that.

"You're using my words against me." Suguru grumbles, squeezing his fists as he watches Satoru raise his hips, seeing his slick string from how wet he is. It's an erotic sight— The way his slick has spread just from some grinding, still connected to Suguru. Satoru brings his fingers down to thumb the tip of his cocklet, letting out a beautiful whine as he does so.

"Since you always go on about cleaning up after one's mess." Satoru breathes as he brings his fingers down to the mess on Suguru's abs, collecting up as much slick as he can before bringing them to Suguru's mouth. "You sure wouldn't mind helping me, right?"

Suguru glares at Satoru, yet he can't help the way his tongue darts out to clean his omega's fingers. His alpha, still crying and kicking rocks, is even more defeated as he laps up Satoru's slick, coat after coat being scooped from his abdomen and brought to his lips for his greedy mouth to taste.

It isn't enough. He wants to taste it directly from the source. He wants to bury his face in Satoru's plush thighs, he wants…

He wants Satoru so bad it hurts.

"Let me eat you out." Suguru orders, yet his volume of his voice is low.

"What's the magic word?" Satoru asks, wiping away his slick and spit soaked hand against the sheets. "The one you always make me say."

Suguru can't even breathe with how much he needs Satoru on his face.

"…Please."

"There's my good boy." Satoru coos softly, shuffling upwards so that his thighs were enveloping Suguru's head, his mouth just shy from tasting his sweet, sweet pussy.

He tries to tilt his head upwards, to taste and drown in his scent as soon as he can— Somehow it smells like a whole bakery— But Satoru stops him by lifting his hips up just that inch further.

"Uh-uh." Satoru clicks his tongue, "You know what to say."

He doesn't want to say it. He doesn't need to say it, he could shift the positions in the blink of an eye.

"No." Suguru growls, squirming in the binds now, closing his eyes so he can't be tempted with the view of Satoru's perfect hole. "You listen to me."

"Well that isn't the case right now, is it?" Satoru taunts, pushing his hips down so that his cock is pressed against Suguru's lips. "Come on, suck on it for me."

If Suguru can't pin him down, he could at least make up for it with his brilliant head skills.

… Not as if there was much to suck anyway. Satoru's dick was only a mere three inches, and he's always gushing about Suguru's huge dick and how it fills him up perfectly each time.

Still, he opens his lips reluctantly, alongside his eyes, looking up at the devil resting on his face as he takes his entire cock in his mouth in one go. It immediately draws out a sharp moan from Satoru's face, his hand coming down to hold onto Suguru's hair as his cock gets continually sucked. Suguru is unforgiving as well— Continually hollowing his cheeks before squeezing, providing as much stimulation as he possibly can.

It was no secret that Satoru's cocklet was incredibly sensitive. The only reason he's so vigorous with it is because he knows Satoru will crumble almost immediately.

And he is, because he's crying out Suguru's name, babbling about how it's too much yet not enough at the same time, gripping Suguru's scalp so hard that he swears he's ripping out some strands of hair.

"Sug—Suguru—!" Satoru sobs, his free hand desperately grasping onto the headboard as he hunches over, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. He knows that he can pull away at any moment, and Suguru wouldn't be able to do anything other than comply, and yet—

Satoru is still there. Still getting his dick licked and lapped up because of how much he likes it.

It causes Suguru's scent to run pleased, mingling with Satoru's arousal and overstimulation, from the fact that he's finally winning in something after being teased so much by Satoru. If only he could hold onto Satoru's hips, flip them over and press him into a mating press, fuck him and knot him and breed him…

"Eno—Enough!" Satoru gasps out, yet Suguru's mouth moves from his tiny dick to his glistening folds, licking the underside of his dick all the way to his hole, moaning at the rush of instant sweet syrup. If Suguru had no shame, he would douse his meals with a dollop of Satoru's delicious essence. "Please, please, I can't— I'm so—"

Satoru is drowning with the result of his own actions, feeling so toe-curlingly good that he can't muster the strength to pull away. Of course it had to be his husband's mouth that breaks him to pieces, capable of sweet-talking him into presenting and eating him out to the brink of death.

"No more—" Satoru chokes, sniffling and biting back tears threatening to spill from his eyes. His legs were too weak to hold him up, bearing his entire weight on Suguru's face. "Sugu— ungh!"

Suguru's tongue dips inside of Satoru's hole, licking it's way inside, feeling plush insides coat the muscle so thoroughly. It was this same hole that could take Suguru's dick with ease, yet somehow so tight that Suguru always has to coax him open.

Even if Satoru can't lift his body up, he tries to push Suguru's head away with his hands— Begging, pleading for him to stop. Of course, it doesn't work, and even if Suguru is relishing in his husband's wet pussy, he can't help but still feel so frustrated at being tied up to the very bed he wants to rail him on.

With one deliberate, sharp lick, Satoru crumbles and comes on his mouth with a cry of Suguru's name.

Suguru growls into his cunt, and that causes Satoru to fall backward, back arching as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. His folds are glistening with slick and come, his tiny cock weakly spurting with release and making a mess on his chest.

Satoru's pussy is right there. If Suguru could pick his head up and push it further—

No matter how hard he tries, he can't reach his husband's tiny cock, or his lips. He growls again, threatening now, as he starts to tug at the binds again.

"Stop that." Satoru wheezes, thighs trembling from how hard the orgasm struck him. He pushes up and off Suguru's body, breathing in heavily as he tries to collect himself.

After he sits up on the bed, he places a hand down on one of Suguru's arms. "If you continue that, you're going to get rope burn."

"You care about my skin, but not my dick." Suguru whines, and only then does Satoru see Suguru's raging hard-on, hidden by the grey cotton of his boxers.

"So you don't want me to sit on your cock?" Satoru asks, straddling Suguru's hips once more, albeit with a bit more struggle this time. He still feels heat coursing through him at the sight of Suguru's face glistening with spit, cum, and slick. "I'm fully content with riding a dildo on your chest. Still you here, after all…" Satoru's hand start to trace his pecs again, and Suguru wants to cry with the image of Satoru riding anything but his dick.

"Don't you dare." Suguru groans, yet he can't help but keep his eyes on Satoru, always having an eye on him. "I thought you had a hypothesis to test?"

"Mm, I'm getting to that." Satoru purrs, tracing his fingers down to his folds once more, thrusting two fingers inside and scissoring himself open. "Gotta— Gotta make sure it can fit, you know?"

"Of course it'll fit!" Suguru argues, trying to sit up on his elbows and miserably failing. "Come on, Satoru."

"Patience." Satoru smirks, pulling his fingers out before tugging Suguru's boxers down, just enough so that his cock can spring free. "Aww, you're so hard for me."

Suguru rolls his eyes, and he can feel Satoru's hand trace the tip of his dick, down the protruding vein to the base. "Get on with it."

"Hey. That's not how you speak to me." Satoru hisses, "I'm not afraid to bite your dick off."

Suguru stares at him in slight bewilderment, before letting out a soft laugh. Satoru's laughing with him too, leaning forward to press a slow, soft kiss to his lips. It's not really a kiss considering how much they're both giggling, but Suguru still loves it just as much as he always does.

"Come on, you big baby. I know you want me bad." Satoru murmurs sweetly once their lips part, cupping Suguru's cheek with one hand and using the other to line his dick up with his entrance. "Let me give you what you want, yeah?"

Suguru finds himself internally screaming yes, yes, finally as Satoru slowly sinks down on his cock, inch by inch. His scent runs so pleased that it overpowers Satoru's arousal, his scent cloying and overbearing.

Still, Satoru loves that he can both see and smell the effect he has on his alpha. He noses at his scent gland, nipping at the bud to coax more of that ashen, woody odour. Even when he is fully seated on his alpha's cock, he just spends a minute inhaling Suguru's scent, opening his mouth to fully suck on it. He can't taste the scent, but he can smell the spike in arousal as he places a hickey directly atop of the gland.

"Please move." Suguru begs into his ear, gasping when he feels Satoru clench around him. "You feel so good."

"I know I do." Satoru murmurs, both hands cupping Suguru's cheeks, kissing him as he starts to ride his dick. It starts with small raises of his hips, only letting an inch or two slide out of his vice grip, before dropping back down. It causes both of them to moan into the kiss, making out just as vigorously as the slick sounds that escape between their bodies.

"Fuck," Suguru groans, moaning once again when Satoru starts to ride him faster and faster, building up a steadily increasing pace. Satoru sits up on his chest now, planting his hands firmly on his pecs before riding him with vigour.

He can see the way that sweat starts to drip down Satoru's body, the squelch of slick being splattered across his groin and dick, the way his scent sweetens and sweetens the more he fucks himself on Suguru's cock. It drives him delirious with need, almost crazy with how much he wants to mount Satoru and breed him into the sheets.

"Gonna sit on your knot so many times." Satoru moans, one of his hands coming down to play with his cocklet, jerking it off with his fingers. "Not gonna leave until the morning."

Suguru would truly, truly be looking forward to it, if he wasn't bound to their bed.

"Untie me." Suguru pleads, "Need to fuck you— Satoru."

"Can't do that." Satoru breathes, moaning once more as he raises his hips up, up, up, so that only the tip was in his pussy. "Not what we agreed on, remember?"

"I don't care." Suguru whines, gasping sharply when Satoru slams his body down on his dick, his knot starting to form from the motion. "Please!"

"No way— hnnh," Satoru laughs, arching his back as he properly kicks his waist up and down, revelling in the way Suguru needs him. "I like you, ah— Like you like this, mmngh."

Suguru can tell that Satoru wouldn't be able to support his body much longer. He was already weak from the pleasure he had given him with his mouth, and at the rate Satoru was going, he would wear his body out before Suguru would be able to give him his knot.

"Satoru, baby, sweetheart," Suguru gasps, whispering a slew of pet names and praises, all to coax him into freeing him. It only spurs Satoru on, however, riding him with more vigour and coaxing his knot to grow and grow. "Don't you want to be good for me?"

"I already am." Satoru argues back, shuddering at a particularly good thrust. "If I wanted— Haah, I could let you knot the air…" He trails off, a dark glint in his shining blue eyes.

Suguru feels himself drowning with so much: with the pleasure he's feeling, the need burning underneath his skin, his alpha crying out with the need to have his omega beneath him. It's overwhelming, coursing through all of his veins, right from his brain to the tips of his toes and fingers, and no way to expel that energy building in his body.

The rope snaps.

Satoru is pinned down to the bed in the split second that the rope breaks, shrieking as Suguru easily overpowers him.

"Hey— Hey!" Satoru scowls, and he tries to go for a punch on Suguru's shoulder, but all of the fight is immediately drained out his body when Suguru starts pistoling his dick inside of him, over and over again, not letting up. "Suguru!" He mewls, grasping onto his back instead, nails digging into his skin as he's being fucked into over and over again.

"My knot is going to be inside of you and nowhere else." Suguru murmurs darkly into his ear, and it's true. His first ever knot was inside of Satoru, and that threat of it not being inside of his mate really, really did not sit well with him.

He grasps the underside of Satoru's thighs to push them up to his chest, hooking his knees onto his shoulders to put him into a proper mating press.

"I'm so-ory—!" Satoru chokes, filthy slick sounds escaping his cunt with how hard Suguru was thrusting inside of him, hole red and puffy. "Sugu, Sugu—!"

Satoru couldn't even form proper words once Suguru had him vulnerable like this. Their lips meet for a kiss, but it was moreso an exchange of breaths with the way Satoru's mouth has gone lax, noises being punched out of him with each pound of Suguru's hips against his ass.

As Suguru's knot expands more, the base continuously gets hooked into Satoru's pussy, expanding more and more to accommodate the growing size. It causes his noises to get more pitchy and whiny, his whole body trembling and jerking.

"You're going to take my knot," Suguru snarls, "Like you're meant to. You love being underneath me, don't you?"

Satoru's head falls back, eyes dazed and far away. There are tears streaming down his cheeks steadily, sniffles accompanied by loud mewls and whines, nails streaking red down Suguru's back with his death grip.

"Answer me."

"Yes!" Satoru cries, "I— I do, love, love taking… Ugh! Love taking your cock!"

"Come with me," Suguru breathes into his ear, arms coming to wrap around his back as their chests are pressed together. "Let me make you feel good."

"Co— Coming," His omega sobs, a violent shudder coursing through his body as he squirts, his cocklet spurting all over their chests. "Fuck!"

It is Satoru's pussy that clenches and tightens around Suguru's cock which causes him to also orgasm, his knot locking their bodies together as he starts to release his cum into Satoru's womb. Suguru starts to purr almost immediately, rubbing their necks together to scent Satoru whilst he fills him up to the brim.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

After a few minutes, Satoru blinks out of his dazed state, feeling so utterly sated and full yet annoyed at the same time.

"Stupid Suguru!" He huffs, "I was supposed to be on top!"

"I'm pretty sure you liked me taking control." Suguru deadpans, pulling away to make eye contact with his husband. "Your scent says it all, sweetheart."

And— Well—

He got him there.

Satoru was also purring alongside Suguru, both of their scents mingling in the room and smelling as pleased as ever. Still, he can't help but feel a little annoyed that his husband knew him so well.

"Whatever." Satoru rolls his eyes, before peeling one of his hands away from Suguru's back to press his wrist gland to Suguru's neck. "Shut up and let me scent you."

"As you wish." Suguru murmurs, pressing a kiss to his palm before closing his eyes, leaning into his mates hand.

Satoru smiles at the sight, at how content Suguru was looking. They fuck pretty regularly, yeah, but tonight was different, special. They were finally making a baby.

"I love you." Satoru whispers, cupping Suguru's cheek to bring him down for a kiss, a gentle peck on his lips before parting. "So much."

"I love you too." Suguru whispers back, just as his knot starts to deflate and his cock softens. He pulls out the next moment, both of them hissing at how sensitive they were.

Except Suguru was back to full hardness almost immediately.

"Hey." Satoru swallows, legs falling down onto the bed, finally being released from the mating press. "Hey, you can't be hard again."

Suguru looks up at him, a pleading look on his face.

"Please, Satoru," He murmurs, nuzzling against his cheek, littering sweet kisses. "We're making a baby, I have to make sure you're bred."

Satoru can't deny him of that.

"You're so hot." Satoru whines, pulling him in for another kiss, making out more messily this time. He can feel Suguru's cum steadily dribbling out of him, and his omega mourns that he's loosing his mate's seed. "It's escaping."

"I know." Suguru groans, bringing his index and middle finger to his used cunt, scooping up the cum escaping his legs and pushing it back inside. Only then does he preen, scissoring and playing with Satoru's pussy. "Back where it belongs."

They're kissing again before they know it, Satoru slowly starting to fuck himself on Suguru's fingers the longer their lips meet, getting more and more riled up.

"Move them." Satoru whines, kissing down Suguru's jawline to his neck, biting down lightly on his opposite scent gland, tongue laving over the bud. Suguru just groans as he does so, tilting his head to the side at the bite, and he gives into Satoru's demand by slowly moving his fingers once more.

It's so messy, and Suguru watches the way their mixed spends mingle inside of Satoru, his pussy so perfect in holding both of their releases. Another wave of heat rushes through his body, and in the next second, he's pulling out his fingers and lining up his hardened dick with Satoru's entrance.

Satoru cries out in relief when Suguru finds himself home inside of him, arching his back and wrapping his legs around Suguru's waist. "So good." He slurs, already cock-drunk and preening when his husband fills him up so perfectly. "Mine."

"Yes, Satoru, all yours." Suguru easily agrees. "But you're mine too, right?" He whispers, bringing his mouth down to suckle on Satoru's nipples. He can't wait to see them fill out with breast milk, leaking and beading at the tip, reliant on Suguru to suck all of the milk out of them. Suguru takes a shuddering breath at the thought, starting to thrust almost immediately, slower, as if he were making love to Satoru.

Which he is, all of the time.

"My beautiful husband." Suguru whispers against reddened buds, bringing his mouth back up to Satoru's neck, mouthing and laving his tongue over their mating mark. "My sweet omega."

"Ah—" Satoru's face turns a light red from all of the praise, the pet names. "Just— Just fuck me, Suguru."

"Let me love you like this." Suguru whispers back, yet he does start to move his hips faster once more, obeying Satoru's command even if he wants nothing more than to bring him to a slow, shuddering release. "Mine."

"Yours." Satoru whines, crying out softly when Suguru bites down over the bite mark once more. "Please."

Suguru really is a man of patience, but not when it comes to Satoru.

He starts driving his hips with full force now, pulling his dick out halfway before thrusting it all back in, eyes trailing down to where their bodies are joined to see how well Satoru's pussy takes his cock. It's slathered with a mix of their essences, and Suguru groans at the sight, of how their love is coating his most vulnerable parts.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Suguru moans, bringing Satoru's lips for a short kiss, panting when he starts rutting hard and fast. "Just made for me, aren't you?"

"Shut up and keep— Mmn, keep fucking me." Satoru argues as they part, legs tightening and locking around Suguru's waist, keeping him close and never yielding.

Only then does Suguru fully give in to Satoru's wishes. He was always demanding, always so bratty in bed, and only Suguru is able to correct him with his manners.

He grabs both of Satoru's wrists to pin them above his head, a low rumble echoing in the room in warning.

"Don't test me, Satoru," He hisses, "Don't forget who has control hear."

"Yes, yes, yes—" Satoru gasps when Suguru bites down on his neck again, harder this time, threatening to draw blood. "Give me what I want— Suguru!"

He is far from gentle when he fucks into Satoru again. It's just like last time— Hard, sharp, fast, taking instead of giving, bruising instead of caressing. Suguru's harsh grip glides around Satoru's body with his free hand, leaving reddened marks and the promise of bruises forming on his skin. When they do have to go to work in a few days time, Satoru will RCT away the lingering marks. But tonight, and for the next two days, Suguru knows that Satoru will keep his skin bruised and abused, just like he always does.

"So greedy, omega." Suguru bites down on his ear lobe, then brings one of Satoru's thighs back up to his chest, hooking over his shoulder once more. "Always unhappy unless you're getting fucked stupid, isn't that right?"

Satoru can only nod his head in agreement, squirming his wrists against Suguru's hold, mewling when he kisses him just as passionately as he is fucking into him. Suguru can feel his knot growing once more, and Satoru's pussy is more than ready to take it.

Suguru snakes his free hand down in between their bodies, playing with Satoru's cock, jerking it in between his fingers as he matches the pace with his thrusts.

"Want to feel good here too? Since you wanna come so badly?" Suguru taunts, even as he watches Satoru's eyes shoot open, body shaking helplessly as he teeters on another orgasm into overstimulation.

And he comes without warning this time, his cock giving weaker spurts, yet his pussy still contracting just as tightly. Suguru is almost there, nearly there with him, and he just needs another few thrusts before he can fill his mate up again—

"Too much!" Satoru cries out, the hand on his dick, the relentless thrusting, Suguru's filthy words— It's all so much, and Satoru isn't sure if he could keep up. He only just came, hasn't even finished riding out his orgasm, yet he already feels the next one coming on, and he's unable to stop it, unable to postpone it by even a second until he's coming again. Only a little bit of cum dribbles out of his cocklet, but it's enough to push Suguru to knot him again, to fill him up with his babies (babies that Satoru desperately wants) once more.

It's like that for the rest of the night. Suguru knots Satoru, then they rest and dote on each other whilst they wait for Suguru's knot to come down, and then they're fucking once more before they know it. It's almost as if they're in a mating cycle once again— Except they're not, because that had happened two months ago, when Satoru was still on birth control.

Now, it's just them and their conscious minds, making a baby with each time they have sex.

There's tender shit alongside roughness too— Suguru's words both sweet and spicy, and Satoru enjoys both sides.

They finally stop when they start to see the sun come up, their bodies thoroughly coated with a sheen of sweat, some spit, and bruises too. Suguru's back is scratched up, and his hair might need a total reset— But it's not like Satoru is fairing any better. There are blotches of purple from where Suguru has held his skin too tight, his nipples, neck, and thighs, littered with hickeys and bites from the amount of times Suguru had mouthed at them.

Even when Satoru's pussy is numb from the senseless fucking, Suguru seeks to resolve the issue of being unable to fuck him with his dick by using his tongue instead. He slathers his tongue all over their mixed releases, and eventually, once Suguru has deemed Satoru's pussy 'clean enough', they finally go to sleep.

Suguru has always struggled a little with his sleep.

It wasn't something he developed as he grew up— He just needed more time and the conditions to be just right for him to fall into a deep slumber. However, the chances of that happening were pretty rare.

But with Satoru by his side, he doesn't have those troubles.

They always try to sleep next to each other whenever possible. The only times that's not true is when either one of them are out on an overseas mission for a long period of time. But considering how little those happen now, it's pretty rare.

And Satoru was always perfect, no matter if he was awake or asleep.

But when Suguru rises from his slumber, something feels… Off.

It could be from the fact that he had fallen asleep when the day was just starting, or it could be the fact that he and his husband had passionately made love the night before, but it didn't feel like those reasons were the right answer.

He tries to pull his arm from where it is extended to rub his eyes. Only, he can't seem to move his hands that far.

In fact, they feel restricted.

Suguru's eyes immediately shoot open, and a sharp shot of pleasure lances through his spine.

"Hhnh?" He says, dazed and confused, only to find the taste of his husband's slick permeating his tongue. But he can see Satoru, all bruised and littered with marks, riding his dick as if he hadn't done so the night before, so what could it have been?

"Mornin'," Satoru breathes, then moans at another bounce. "Told you, you cheated. Just wanted my payback."

Of course Satoru wouldn't let it slide easily.

What Suguru wants to say is, 'I gave you the best time of your life', but it all comes out as a garbled groan instead.

"Oh yeah, saw you sniffing my panties a few days ago." Satoru snickers, planting his hands on either side of Suguru's face and riding him more feverishly. "Thought you— Nngh, thought you wanted a taste."

Suguru can feel the softness of the fabric on his tongue, alongside the remnants of slick, and it all connected together. Of course Satoru would screw him over once again.

"So good," Satoru whines lewdly, arching his back as the slick sounds of skin meeting skin collide over and over again. It's just like last night, except Suguru is paying for his actions, and Satoru is enjoying himself a bit too much.

Still, the sight is wonderful. A claimed Satoru, his Satoru, riding his own husband for pleasure without a care in the world— Suguru can't help but feel his orgasm grow in the pits of his stomach at the thought.

"Should tie you up, ah, to our bed permanently, hnnh," Satoru reasons in his haze, pulling back to trace a hand down from Suguru's chest to his abdomen, lust-filled eyes watching Suguru's face. "You could be my human dildo."

Suguru groans again, intending for it to come out as a growl, yet he can't help but want that for his husband.

"Suguru's knot is forming." Satoru breathes into the air, slamming down harder on Suguru's dick, feeling the knot expand more and more. "Knot me one more time, Suguru." Satoru gasps, riding quick and fast, with as much strength as his legs can muster.

Suguru pushes his hips up on the final bounce, locking him and his omega once more together, moaning as he pumps him full of his seed once more. Satoru collapses onto Suguru's chest, spurting out his cum onto their abdomens, whining and moaning at the height of his pleasure. They both experience the rush of their orgasms, before it slowly subsides, and Satoru decides to be nice to Suguru once more.

"Morning." Satoru whispers, taking his spit-soaked panties out of his mouth, before pressing a sweet kiss. He starts to untie the rope around Suguru's wrists gently, bringing the wrist up for a soft kiss before moving to the other. "Last night was intense."

"Yeah." Suguru agrees mindlessly, his head still in a daze, partly from how in love he is with Satoru and the shock factor from waking up to him riding him. "I love you."

Satoru looks slightly taken aback for a second, before he breaks out in the warmest smile ever. "I love you too."

"I loved that, too. Just so you're aware." Suguru says seriously, wrapping his arms around Satoru's waist, holding him close. "You riding me awake. You should do that more sometime."

"Really?" Satoru murmurs, nuzzling into Suguru's cheek, pressing a kiss to the part he headbutts. "You might come really quickly from how turned on you would be."

"No shame." Suguru sighs happily, tilting his head back to revel in the closeness of his husband. "I'd die a happy man right now."

Satoru laughs at Suguru's sappy words, attacking him with kisses on his lips whilst whispering sneaky I love yous.

Because no matter what, Suguru is always in love with Satoru, and Satoru is always in love with Suguru.

It's safe to say that after a few weeks of their marathon sex, Satoru stares at a positive pregnancy test.

"This isn't a win." Satoru hisses when he hands him over the test, the stick showing proof that they had successfully created life, growing within Satoru. "Since, you know, you cheated."

Suguru had completely forgotten about the bet, and it's not like he had remembered now. All he did was hug Satoru tightly in his arms, smiling so brightly that his cheeks had started to hurt.

"Come on, Satoru, we're going to have a baby!" Suguru says excitedly. "Plus, you made up for that in the morning, didn't you?"

Admittedly, Satoru can't help but feel excited too, even if Suguru is still a bit of an asshole.