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„You‘d be so vanilla and boring, the other person would probably fall asleep.“ Satoru snickers. 

Satoru and Suguru are standing in Satoru’s kitchen. It is basically useless because Satoru never cooks himself. They are standing opposite each other, both sipping from their beers, Satoru leaning against the counter and Suguru half perched on the table. 

„Oh really?“ Suguru takes a sip of his beer and waits for Satoru to continue. 

„I bet it has happened before. Tell me the truth Suguru. We tell each other everything!“ He sets his beer bottle aside and puts both of his hands on Suguru‘s shoulders and declares in a dignified tone as if he is speaking an unshakable truth. „I invoke the best friend’s oath. You have to tell me precisely how many times someone you fucked fell asleep and I vow to only laugh a little.“

Suguru only raises his eyebrows in the universal gesture for ‚really Satoru?‘ while he takes another sip of his beer. He is thinking of another topic to bring up but Satoru just keeps going. 

„Aha! So it is true. You might as well just admit it!“

„What should I admit?“ 

„That you are lame in bed. I can sense these things, you know? It’s why I have never had bad sex in my life.“ Satoru grins smugly. 

„Oh really? What about that guy our first year in uni? You told everyone who would listen how he was the worst lay of your life and that you were considering turning straight.“ 

Satoru scoffs indignant and turns his nose up. „Fine senses like mine have to be honed. Nobody can be an expert from day one.“ His squint lands back on Suguru. „You are trying to change the subject. There is no escaping this. Just admit it and I’ll be satisfied.“ 

„Oh you’re that easy to satisfy, are you?“ Suguru asks with a smirk. 

 „As you know I am very hard to please in all areas of my life.“ Satoru gives his best friend a conspiratorial grin.  

Suguru can’t help but grin back and leans forward. „You are so interested in my sex life. Sounds like you want to be a part of it.“
His eyebrow is raised, a glint in his eye daring Satoru to say otherwise. Satoru rears back. „Wha… what? NO! No I… Absolutely not. I‘m just..“ He gulps visibly. „I’m just saying.“ 
A blush rises on his pale cheeks. 
It looks adorable. 

„Come on Satoru, don’t get shy now. You were just talking about how sure you were. And I can be gentle if that’s what you prefer.“ Suguru sets his beer bottle aside, closes the distance between them, brushes his fingers against Satoru’s cheek, light as a feather. 

„I can lay you down on your bed and kiss you real deep. We can kiss until you become liquid in my hands. Only then would I slowly undress you, caress your body, make you ache for my touch.“ His hand travels from Satoru’s cheek down to his jaw, along his neck to his collarbone. Still only a light, teasing touch. His eyes following the movement. Satoru is staring at him with wide eyes and his blush has spread up to his hairline. 

Suguru flicks his gaze back up to those brilliant blue eyes. „Would you like it that way, Satoru? All vanilla? All soft and slow? I would take my time to prep you. Go slow enough until you beg for more.“
He holds eye contact for another second, then leans in to brush a tender kiss where Satoru’s neck meets his shoulder. Satoru jumps, his hands flying to Suguru‘s shoulders to steady himself. „I… I mean..“

„Or would that be too boring for you? Would you fall asleep on me?“ Suguru’s voice is purposely breathy, his hands gliding down Satoru’s body to settle on his hips. His mouth is still close to the others neck and he takes a deep breath. Satoru smells of freshly washed sheets and the candy he keeps on him at all times. Sweetness incarnate. 

„Answer me Satoru. Best friends oath and all that. You have to tell the truth.“ Suguru can’t keep the delight out of his voice. It is not often that Satoru Gojo is made speechless but it is a beautiful sight when it happens. Satoru’s eyes are already a little unfocused. It takes him a while to form words. „I… That sounds very… boring. Also you should stop joking around, Sugu.“ A half hearted, nervous smile. „I almost believed you there.“ 

Suguru musters his best friend: flushed cheeks, eyes flitting from left to right, and his pulse was just hammering under Suguru’s lips. 

„You’re right. One shouldn’t joke about these things.“ He lets go off Satoru, clocks how he sways in his direction as if to follow him, when he makes his way across the kitchen. He takes his beer back into his hand a drinks a sip as he turns back towards Satoru. „But maybe I meant them.“ 

Satoru also takes a drink, his blush is slowly receding. „Ha, yeah sure.“ Another laugh. „Good acting on your part. I’ll have to give you that. You almost had me.“  

„But now I am intrigued. What is it that does it for you? I always thought you would be vanilla.“ 

Satoru sputters „Me? Vanilla? I beg your biggest pardon! How dare you?“ Now he is turning red for a whole other reason. 

Suguru sinks back against the table. „Calm down ’toru. It is a genuine question and since we are telling each other everything tonight..“ His look is expectant. 

„Let’s just say you wouldn’t know how to handle me.“ There it is. The mischievous look in Saturo's eyes that Suguru adores. 

Suguru’s voice is nonchalant when he answers. „Is that so? What are we talking? Bondage? Leather? You like being spanked?“

„Su- Suguru!“ Satoru sounds like a scandalized lady of high society, clutching his proverbial pearls.

Suguru can’t help but laugh. „What? I thought we were laying all our cards on the table. You wanted me to admit how vanilla I am, now you admit to your kinks. Are you a size queen? Pillow humping? Like being bossed around or wearing cat ears? “ This is wonderful. Suguru could do this all day. Satoru looks appalled. He doesn’t know if it is because of his suggestions in general or if it is because he is the one making them. Doesn’t matter in the end. Satoru all flushed and out of his depth is a delicious sight. He stands up again, back Satoru back into the counter. Cages him in with both of his arms. 

„You know, maybe you could show me. Since I have no idea how any of that works. You could teach me.“ 

„That’s not how I saw this going…“ Saturo is stumbling over his words once again. It is truly wondrous how easily he gets flustered. And he thinks Suguru is the on who is vanilla?

„Really? Because something tells me you are enjoying this.“ Suguru reaches between them and palms Satoru’s dick through his pants. He is half hard, obviously turned on. Satoru inhales sharply, his eyelids fluttering.

„I can keep going if you want. You can give me pointers if it gets too boring.“ Suguru places a kiss under Satoru’s jaw. „Maybe I could learn a thing or two.“ Another kiss on his neck. The hand that is not palming his dick wanders to the small of his back. „Someone as vanilla as me.“ His voice is as mocking as can be. He keeps kissing Satoru’s neck and pulls him a little closer. 

Satoru’s head tips back to make room for Suguru. His eyes are closed and he is panting. He is arching into Suguru’s touch, who is working him over slowly. He is still teasing him, clocking every reaction, every sigh and twitch from Satoru.
He keeps going until Satoru starts to moan. The first one is small, clearly involuntary and judging by the widening of his eyes a surprise even to Satoru. That’s when Suguru starts stroking him in earnest. He presses him back into the counter. One hand wondering up into the short hair of his undercut, holding the back of his head. 

Satoru feels the tight grip and the molten heat in his abdomen spreads further. He tries to calm down but it is no use. Suguru has him in the palm of his hand and he will do whatever he asks of him. By now he is twitching more and more. His hips jerking forward to get more.

Suguru forces Satoru to look at him while more moans fall out of his mouth. „I can make you come in your pants if you are into that or you can let me fuck you. Let me fuck you ’toru.“ He sounds so sure, so calm. 

„Okay, yes, yes please.“ He sounds so needy. His voice all high and whiny. 

Suguru immediately hoists Satoru up so he is sitting on the counter and pushes in to stand between his legs. One hand goes back to his neck and holds him in place. „Let’s see which one of us is vanilla.“ And then he kisses him. 

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The kiss is hard, demanding. Their lips mold together perfectly. Satoru had wondered what Suguru would feel like against him for some time. This exceeds his expectations. His lips are soft but his hands are rough, roaming up and down his body as if to feel every inch of him.

Suguru pushes up against Satoru so they are completely flush. A hand travels down his back, then molds itself to his ass. Satoru groans into the kiss, his hips hitching at the barest contact. His arms go over Suguru’s shoulders, his hands tangling in the dark hair at his nape. Suguru moves away and Satoru can’t help but whine at the loss of contact. He tries to pull Suguru back to him by his hair but he doesn’t budge. Only tsk-tsk-tsks at Satoru. „I think you are forgetting who is in charge here.“

Satoru yelps as Suguru suddenly lifts him off the counter and carries him over to the kitchen table. He deposits him on the flat surface and uses the momentum to push him so he lies down on the table. One of his big hands is splayed on Satoru’s chest to keep him pinned down. His eyes rake over Satoru’s body.

„Like what you see?“ Satoru tries to gain back a little of his usual bravado. His remark falls flat with how breathless he sounds.
„I can’t wait to have you crying on my cock.“ Suguru remarks and then pulls Satoru to the edge of the table so his legs are hanging off. He lifts Satoru’s shirt up and places kisses on his pecs. Satoru arches off the table when Suguru bites his nipple.

„You look so pretty underneath me. All flushed and panting. Bet you like being manhandled.“
Satoru’s only answer is a moan. His thoughts are rapidly leaving his head. He was just teasing Suguru and now they will actually have sex? God, he is one lucky motherfucker. Who would have thought that his reserved best friend had this in him?

Suguru is standing in between his legs and Satoru is trying to get some friction by thrusting his hips as best as he can.
Suguru stills his hips with one of his large hands. „Hold still for me. You will get what you are asking for soon enough. Be a good boy and do as you are told.“ Satoru freezes as Suguru starts to undo his pants, being no help at all. He knew he had a few kinks. He didn’t know being called a „good boy“ was one of them.

Suguru is pulling off Satoru’s pants along with his boxers so he is only left in his shirt that is pushed up to his collarbones. Suguru lifts one of his legs onto his shoulder and gives him a soft kiss on the inside of his knee.

„All spread open for me on your kitchen table and not even a little bit shy about it. How long have you been thinking about this Toru?“
Satoru has not been shy a day in his life and he is not about to start now. He wants this so badly, has been thinking about Suguru and him sleeping together but in those fantasies it was always slow and sensual. Not hard and fast. Never in any other place than one of their beds.

Suguru licks the length of his palm and grabs Satoru’s dick. He gives him a few tugs, circles his head with his thumb. Satoru moans out loud, holding back is not an option. „I asked you a question Toru and you better answer me.“ Suguru gives the side of Satoru’s ass a slap to bring his point across. Satoru gasps: „Yes! Yes I have been thinking about it.“

„How long?“ Another slap.

„A while. Weeks.“

Another slap. Satoru can feel his skin burning. Pain and pleasure mingling.

„How dirty. Thinking about fucking your best friend. Did you think you were gonna do the fucking?“ Suguru’s voice is mocking.

One of his hands wanders to hold onto Satoru’s waist. „A pretty thing like you. No you were made to be fucked. Did you fuck yourself when you were thinking about me? Did you ride your fingers wishing it was my cock? Or do you have a toy and pretend it’s the real thing?“


While talking Suguru caresses Satoru’s waist and his other hand gives him light teasing touches. First at his hips, then wandering up to his nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Then tracing a path down his torso over his abs to his dick. Now he is trailing his finger over Satoru’s dick and Satoru is close to crying. He is so hard and there is already a pool of precum dripping onto his stomach. It takes him a few seconds to order his thoughts enough to answer.

„No, always thought you would…“ He has to swallow another moan. „…always thought about you fucking me. But never… never touched myself.“

„Never?“

„No, never.“

Suguru stops his soft touching and Satoru could cry for other reasons. His dick has never been this hard.
„Well if you have been waiting for so long.“ Suguru kneels down and spreads Satoru’s thighs further. His hands rest on the back of his thighs to keep them open and he dives in to lick over Satoru’s hole.
Satoru immediately arches into the touch. A moan is ripped from his throat as his head thuds against the table. Suguru eats him out like a starving man. He flicks his tongue over his hole several times only to plunge inside to fuck him as best as he can.

Satoru’s hands are grappling for something to hold on to and settle on the edge of the table. Now he is really spread out. His hips are jerking to meet Suguru but the dark haired man settles his hands on his hips to keep him still. He can feel his orgasm coming. Just a little longer, just a little more.

„Suguru! Sugu, I’m close! Fuck! Yes! Yes yes!“

His hips buck and if it weren’t for him and Suguru both holding on, he would slide of this table. 
Suguru’s tongue and mouth leave him and Satoru whines pathetically at the loss of contact.
Suguru stands back up. „I told you to keep still.“ Another slap, this time right on his hole. Satoru howls at the impact.

„Now be a good boy and suck my fingers.“ Satoru obeys and swallows down two of Suguru’s fingers. He tries to buck his hips to get some friction against Suguru’s thigh but Suguru is still holding down his hips with one hand and it is driving him crazy. He can feel his orgasm simmering but he can’t do anything about it like this. He sloppily works Suguru’s fingers. Spit is gathering at the corners of his mouth. Suguru adds a third.

„Look at you, so desperate to please. I know you like being praised. I can see how your brain gets a little more empty every time I call you a good boy. You are doing such a good job.“
Satoru moans around the fingers in his mouth at the praise.

Suguru leans farther over Satoru so their noses are almost touching. „But you know what else you are?“ He removes his fingers from Satoru’s mouth, the spit momentarily connecting the two.

„You are a desperate little slut.“ With that Suguru slams two of his spit soaked fingers into Satoru’s ass. He starts moving them in and out right away, giving Satoru no time to adjust. Satoru’s head crashes back again as a yell leaves him. „What’s the matter Toru? Surely someone as kinky as you likes a little bit of pain? Likes it a little rough?“

All Satoru can do is claw onto the table and take Suguru’s fingers. The first intrusion hurt but it quickly morphs into blinding pleasure. Moans are echoing through his apartment with every thrust of Suguru’s fingers.
Suguru pinches one of Satoru’s nipples. „Answer me. You need to use your words.“

„Yes!“ What leaves Satoru is more a scream as Suguru curls his fingers inside of him.

„Yes, I like it! God I love it! I want to be good for you and I - aah! - I am a slut! I am a slut! I am a slut!“ Satoru keeps chanting, hoping that Suguru will let him come as he meets Suguru’s thrusts as best as he can.

The entire table is rocking beneath him. He can feel the tension coiling inside him. „Ah! Ah! Ah! Suguru! Sugu! I - I am coming! I am coming!“

Suguru is standing over him looking down at Satoru fucked out on the table. His cheeks are red, his hair is a mess, his eyes keep rolling back in his head, and Suguru can feel him clenching around his two fingers.
„I can tell. You are so desperate for it.“ Suguru keeps going. He pushes his fingers inside of Satoru and spreads them out to stretch him as far as possible. Satoru’s moans getting louder and louder and Suguru can feel that he is on the edge of release, so he just.. stops.

He pulls his fingers out of Satoru’s hole and takes a step back so that no part of him is touching Satoru.
Satoru takes a second to realize what happened. But when he does he is scrambling after Suguru. „No! No please Suguru, I was so close. Please let me come. Please, please.“ His body is too sluggish to get up from the table but he sits up and looks at Suguru, who is standing just out of reach.

Suguru soaks in Satoru’s desperation. He can see tears gathering in his eyes. „You waited so long. I think you can wait a little longer.“

He turns around and leaves the kitchen. Satoru is stunned for a moment, just sitting on his dining table, naked from the waist down, his dick so hard it hurts between his legs. He looks down at his weeping dick.

„Don’t even think about getting yourself off!“ Suguru calls from the next room. Can he read minds now? „Make your way to your bedroom if you want an orgasm today.“

He doesn’t have to be told twice. Satoru walks to his room an wobbly legs. His body is on overdrive, close to combusting. When he gets there Suguru is already there with his shirt off, going through his closet. „Get on the bed.“ He says without glancing at Satoru. „And loose the shirt.“

Satoru does as he is told, settling in the middle of his large bed. Suguru comes over with a few of his ties. He gets on the bed next to Satoru and pulls him in for a long kiss. This one is not as frantic as the last. It is deep and reassuring. Suguru looks deep into Satoru’s eyes. „You tell me when it gets too much for you, right?“ Satoru nods and then remembers that Suguru probably prefers a verbal answer. „Of course I’ll tell you.“

„Good. Lie down.“ Without another word Suguru ties Satoru’s arms to the headboard and slips a third tie over Satoru’s eyes as a blindfold.
Satoru can feel goosebumps rising on his skin in anticipation. Suguru moves around his room some more and then Satoru can hear how he takes off his own pants.

The bed dips as Suguru gets back on. A hand touches Satoru’s left ankle and makes its way up his leg to the crease where his leg joins his hip. Satoru squirms at the overstimulation. Even the light touch of Suguru’s fingers is too much. All of his senses are heightened with his eyes covered. His dick is still hard and it would not take a lot to make him come.

„Can’t wait to make you come.“ Suguru’s voice is deep and almost growling. With that Satoru feels Suguru spread and bend his legs back until he is almost folded in half. Suguru pushes a pillow under Satoru’s hips to keep them up. And then he dives back in and drags his tongue across Satoru’s hole. He takes it a little slower than before. Dragging his tongue across the puckered ring of muscle over and over again.

Satoru gasps and pants and can’t so much as squirm because of the position that he is in. Suguru works him relentlessly and Satoru can feel his orgasm building again. „You gonna come from just this? Me licking over your hole without anything inside of you? Without anything touching your dick? You are even more of a whore than I thought. Not even a real cockslut. You don’t need a cock to fall apart.“ Satoru whines but it is the truth. His dick is rock hard and leaking and with every humiliating name that Suguru calls him, he clenches down around nothing.

„Don’t be embarrassed. You were screaming how much of a slut you are only ten minutes ago.“ Suguru goes back to eating him out and all thoughts about being embarrassed leave Satoru as he slips farther and farther from reality. His whole world is only Suguru’s tongue bringing him pleasure and Suguru’s hands holding his thighs down.

His breaths grow labored again. „Suguru… Suguru.. Please I am so close. Can I come this time?“ Suguru strokes along his leg softly without taking his mouth away. Satoru takes that as a reassurance and starts to unravel. All his muscles are tensing, he can practically taste the sweet release he is about to have, until Suguru pulls away again. Right on the cusp of his orgasm it gets ripped away again and Satoru can’t help but cry out. It hurts. All the pent up tension, every cell in his body zeroed in on his release only for it to not be there. He thrashes and kicks and whatever he is babbling is not making any sense.

A hand smoothes over his cheek and only then does he realize that he is crying. „Shh it’s alright Toru. You did so good. You are doing so good.“ Suguru tries to sooth him but there is no soothing Satoru. He needs to come. Now. He needs it more than breathing.
He is pulling on his bindings, trying to get free so he can get off. Just one more touch and he would come.
Suguru settles over him and only with his weight on him does Satoru calm down.

„I am going to remove the blindfold now. It might be a little bright.“ The tie gets tugged away and Satoru blinks at the sudden brightness. Suguru is hovering over him, kneeling between his legs.

„I told you I wanted to make you cry. Thought it would happen when I impaled you on my cock, not from a little edging. But don’t worry, you will get what you deserve. You can come when I say you can come, understood?“

Satoru is still breathing erratically. His brain not really catching up beyond `need orgasm now` but he nods. Suguru holds his thighs from underneath and pulls him forward so there hips touch. Their dicks are laying next to each other on Satoru’s stomach and one look makes him gasp. Suguru is so much bigger than he thought. His dick is thick and veiny and reaches almost to his belly button. He hisses as Suguru pulls back and rubs against his neglected dick in the process.

While Suguru is lathering his massive cock in lube, Satoru gathers enough brain function to say: „You are never going to fit.“

At that Suguru looks up and smirks. „Oh I am going to make it fit. You are going to take every inch of me. And you are going to thank me for it.“
He lines himself up and starts pushing in. There is a slight pressure but then the head pops in and both men sigh in satisfaction. Satoru finally has a dick inside him and Suguru feels the tight heat of Satoru around him.
Suguru pushes in little by little, not wanting to hurt Satoru too bad but Satoru is impatient now that he finally has something inside and tries to pull Suguru closer with his legs around his waist. „Come on Sugu, I want you all the way inside.“

Suguru gives him a little slap on his hip. „You take what you are given and don’t get greedy. I don’t want to hurt you.“
Satoru honest to god pouts. „But I want you to fuck me.“ He whines and wriggles his hips.

„You want to be fucked? Fine.“ He was asking for it Suguru reminds himself as he jams his dick inside in one go.
Satoru shouts. He feels like he is getting split in half. Suguru is so deep inside him that he is probably poking into his lungs right now.
Suguru doesn’t waste any time and starts moving, pulling out almost all the way and ramming back in. It knocks the breath out of Satoru but he has no time to regroup because Suguru keeps going. He is so deep.

„You feel so good Toru. Knew you would be tight. Even a slut like you, you always tighten back up.“
Satoru doesn’t even register the words, he is floating somewhere far above the clouds.

Suguru holds his legs down in a mating press and goes to town. His first thrust are deep and controlled but he gets faster. Plunging into Satoru over and over again. 


“God, wanted to fuck you for so long. Knew you would look perfect in my dick. Taking me like you were made for me. Yes, you were made for me.”

Satoru’s only response is moaning louder. He feels so full and tight. Suguru is touching every part of him and it is incredible. He is bend a little further and then Suguru is hitting his prostate straight on with every thrust. Satoru’s back arches off his bed and his eyes roll back.
He is a second away from coming but then remembers what Suguru said before. “Can I come?” It is so slurred that it comes out as “ca I co” but Suguru understands. 
“Yes baby, you can come.” 
And with that permission Satoru shatters. He clenches down on Suguru so hard, that the other man curses and his chest gets covered in his own cum.


His soul leaves his body for an undetermined amount of time and when he comes back, his hands are untied and Suguru is still going. Overstimulation sets in fast. The build up was so intense already, the orgasm earth shattering that he can’t take more. 
He makes a little “Ah!” with every thrust inside him. 


“Suguru, I can’t keep- I-“ 
 Suguru pauses, staying fully inside. “Does it hurt?” His brow is furrowed in concern and Satoru could melt. He shakes his head. 
Suguru leans down and presses a kiss to Satoru’s forehead. “Okay then I’ll be quick, alright? Want to see you filled up with my cum.”

At that Satoru feels a spike of desire low in his belly. He nods, giving Suguru a little smile. 
Suguru pulls back, leaving Satoru empty for a moment. Satoru is about to complain when he is flipped onto his stomach. Suguru grabs his hips and lifts him, so his ass is in the air but his face is pressed into the cushions. 

Suguru pushes back in and sets a brutal pace. Hammering into Satoru so roughly that he would fall over if it were not for Suguru’s hands holding him up. The overstimulation is forgotten as Suguru fucks him towards a new high.


“Always wanted to see you like this. Face down, ass up and taking it so well. Bet if I pull out now your hole will stay open just waiting for me to fuck you again. You are such a slut. Let me hear you .” 
Suguru pulls Satoru’s head up by his hair. The added pain of that leaves Satoru screaming. Somewhere in the back of his brain he knows that he looking like he is straight out of a porn video. His eyes are crossed, his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, his legs quivering, and the sounds he is making are completely unholy.


“Yes! Yes yes yes! Yes, I am a slut! Your slut. Keep fucking me. Please come inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you fill me up.”


“You want to be full of my come?”


“Yeees.” I comes out as a pathetic whine. 
Suguru goes faster and Satoru comes again, this time staining the sheet beneath him. And he feels Suguru when he finally comes, his dick pulsing inside of him, his cum flooding his insides. 
Satoru is so overwhelmed that he passes out.



When he comes back, he is still in his bed but under the covers and Suguru is cuddled up to him, holding him and petting his hair. 

“Hey there you are. Here drink something.” He stretches one arm towards the bedside table and then there is a glass of water with a straw in front of Satoru. He drinks without question. And when he is done and they are both settled back into the soft pillows, Suguru resumes his petting. 
“Are you okay?” 
Satoru nods sleepily. He could probably go back to sleep. 
“Did I go too hard?”
Satoru shakes his head. “No. No it was perfect.”
He turns in Suguru’s arms and presses his face into his best friend’s chest. 
“I take it back. You are not vanilla at all.”


Suguru chuckles and Satoru falls asleep to the sound.