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Gojo Satoru was a name everyone knew. The Gojo family was infamous, spanning from a multi-billion-dollar company to celebrities to socialites. Everyone knew of a Gojo of some kind and most people knew Satoru. He was the face of the company, he had just hit a million followers on Instagram, and he’s even done commercials for face and hair care.

He’s rich, smart and gorgeous. He was a head-turner type of beauty. A one-in-a-million type of guy. He was everything anyone would want in a partner and that was his problem. It was so hard to find anyone that wasn’t out for something, wanting something from him. There was always some gold digger or someone wanting to ruin him. Someone always wanted something from him.

So, he had given up on a relationship a long time ago. It didn’t seem to be in the cards for him. Whatever. He’d be fine. He didn’t need some girl or guy to come home to. He’s independent and happy with his life.

Just... It was hard to fuck. He’s given up on a significant other but that didn’t mean he didn’t have needs. He still needed a sexual release, but he has to be discreet. For his family and his job. He needed someone who wouldn’t ask questions and didn’t want something from him. It was hard to find, basically impossible. The minute he brings out that NDA, the excuses start. They always want something.

He’s pitying himself in his office one day when a solution is proposed to him. He’s slumping in his chair, groaning to himself. There was only so much his hand can do before it gets boring and, by now, he’s sufficiently bored. He wanted the warmth of another body. He hasn’t fucked anyone in months.

One of his co-workers walks in with a stack of papers, probably a proposal to go over or an extremely long document to sign. Whichever it is, Satoru is not looking forward to it. He just wants to continue his pity party in peace. As the co-worker, Tanaka or something equally as basic, sets the papers on his desk, Maybe-Tanaka regards him with a look.

“What’s the matter, Gojo-san?” Maybe-Tanaka asks. Satoru sighs and slumps further into his extremely expensive office chair.

“Just pent up, Tanaka.” He says. Maybe-Tanaka cringes.

“It’s Suzuki, sir.” Oh. Well. He wasn’t even close. Not like he cared. Suzuki wouldn’t say anything about it.

“I wouldn’t see how, sir.” Suzuki says suggestively and Satoru catches the trailing of the eyes down his form. He sighs. Just like usual, they always want something.

“Yeah, well, no one wants to sign an NDA.” He runs his hands through his snow-white hair with a huff. If anyone were to call him out for pouting, he would vehemently deny it.

“Why don’t you use an escort service?” Suzuki’s voice has the perfect tone for customer service, sounding almost like this was a sale. Satoru gives his co-worker a questioning look. He looked up, blue eyes peeking through pure white lashes. He must look a vision because Suzuki gulps loudly before stammering out:

“The one I use is very repeatable and prides itself on discretion.” Satoru perks up and gestures for Suzuki to continue. His co-worker starts telling him about the variety of services and workers they have. They do it all. Whether you need a date to a gala or just want sex. All the bases are covered. Suzuki digs out a wallet and produces a black business card and hands it to Satoru. Satoru looks it over.

'Limitless’ it says in shiny embossed silver. ‘Anything you want and more. For VIP clientele.’ Then it lists a website. Satoru can’t help the smile that curls along his lips. This was perfect. He thanks and dismisses Suzuki; Satoru couldn’t wait to check out the website.

He eagerly types the URL into his search bar and hits enter. The website loads quickly and it’s as sleek as the business card. Interface is simple enough to use and Satoru immediately starts poking around. He finds the list of escorts in record time. It has a nice filtering system to look up preferences, Satoru bypasses that for now and instead sorts it by top performers. He wants the best. He deserves it.

That’s when he sees him. Right at the top of the list, Limitless’ best of the best. He was the most breathtaking human being Satoru had ever laid his eyes on. He had silky looking black hair that fell past his shoulders to his waist. Sharp eyes that were dark in a way that almost looked purple. Strong jawline and high cheekbones and that plush mouth Satoru fanaticized for a few minutes about kissing. Then his body. Satoru worked out but this man would make a sculpted Greek statue of a god jealous. He was toned and carved, every muscle looked like perfection. Satoru didn’t even realize that he had a thing for tattoos or piercings but on this man, they were doing it for him. He had tasteful ink up and down his arms and across his chest and back. He had large black earrings that Satoru wasn’t sure the specific name of and then... Oh. He got to the picture where the man had his tongue stuck out. He had a tongue piercing. Yup. Satoru can think of plenty that would be useful for.

Satoru went through his photos one, twice, three times. There were two face photos and then a front and back of the full body. Satoru pouts when he saw the man still had his pants on. He wanted to see his cock. He leans back in his chair so he can lean over and grab his wallet out of one of his drawers. He pulls out a card and clicks the reservation button on the website under this man’s profile. He guesses he’d see his cock soon because he was going to book him.

He types in all of his information and confirms everything, accepts the terms and conditions after skimming them. They had a nice and discreet policy for the clients and the escorts. That suited Satoru just fine, it was a need for him. On top of that he gets to fuck this beauty of a man? Satoru would pay whatever exuberant price. And what a pretty penny it was but it would be all worth it when he was finally able to have a night with this man.

Unfornately, the man’s next free weekend was a little over a week from now. Makes sense with his top performer status, he was highly rated, breathtaking and thankfully for Satoru, down for sex. Satoru books the whole weekend. One for their business and the next as a ‘thank you rest day’ for the escort. Satoru makes a happy noise at the thought. He could be nice if he wanted to.

After completing his purchase, he’s sent to a private messenger with the escort. For introduction purposes. Neither one of them is allowed to give out last names, though Satoru knows one look at him and it would be obvious who he was. Not only is the blue eyes and white hair unusual for a pure Japanese but on top of that he was well known already. He’s sure this man would clock him as a Gojo almost immediately.

Satoru supposes it doesn’t matter much with that confidentiality clause in the terms and conditions he accepted.

An automated message with his first time and booking dates and that he wants sex populates in the chat then it tells him he will be connected to ‘Suguru’ shortly. Suguru, Satoru thinks. It isn’t enough so he says it out loud. It sounds amazing coming out of his mouth. He can’t wait to hear Suguru say his name. He wonders how he’ll sound. Will his voice be soft and sweet or low and gruff.

He checks the e-mail Limitless sends to him while he impatiently waits for a response from Suguru. The e-mail goes over rules. Don’t ask for personal information. Make sure to read escort profiles for preferences, clients are not supposed to ask for anything outside of the escort's preferences. Blah Blah. Satoru didn’t care. Suguru was done for sex. Satoru wanted sex. They worked. He reads the rest; it’s just information on the expensive hotel they would be booked at for their reservation time. Satoru’s stayed there before, it’s quite luxurious. They had their time in a suite in the hotel for the two days Satoru had booked Suguru. The white-haired man was thankful to Suzuki for suggesting this. This was perfect for him.

His computer dings. It’s Limitless. He hurriedly checks the messenger. A simple ‘looking forward to it’ is the response. Satoru doesn’t take offense. It is Suguru’s job after all. That was polite and professional. He didn’t need to seem overly enthusiastic or anything. Even though he kind of wished Suguru did. Satoru isn’t sure what to do so he just sends a thumbs up emoji. Complimenting him might be creepy. Writing one of Satoru’s token long winded responses would be weird. So, emoji it is. He didn’t want to seem too overly familiar to someone he’s never met and on top of that Suguru didn’t even know what he looked like. Best to keep it like this. He closes the website, stars the e-mail and continues on with his boring day.

Even though the reservation day wasn’t too far away, it felt like the days crawled along at a snail's pace. Of course, when you’re looking forward to something time seems like it stands still. Then, suddenly, it was the day. Like it snuck up on Satoru in some way. He was grateful when it was finally time. He couldn’t wait to see Suguru in person. Satoru thinks he would look ever better in real life. Photo’s not being able to capture his beauty correctly.

Satoru hopes that Suguru likes the way he looks. He was confident about how handsome he was. He got compliments all the time. He was pretty, he knew it but the hair and the eyes, especially after finding out they’re natural, can be turned off. Sure, Satoru paid for this, but he wants Suguru to have a good time and enjoy Satoru’s body as well.

He approaches the hotel’s concierge at the time for check-in. He’s given a key, and he makes his way up to the top floor where their suite was located. The instructions for all of this from Limitless were simple. They check-in and have the room for the allotted time booked. In the elevator ride up, he wonders if Suguru would already be waiting for him.

He isn’t. Satoru is the first to arrive. He throws an overnight bag on a chair and goes to look around the suite. The view of the Tokyo skyline was always majestic, and this hotel had a perfect view from its floor to ceiling windows. Satoru is pressed up against the glass, peering out into the bright lights of the Tokyo night life, when the door to the room opens.

Satoru turns and meets those almost-amethyst eyes. The breath catches in his throat as he sees Suguru for the first time in person. Yeah, he was right. As magnificent as Suguru looked in those pictures, they could not fully do him justice. Satoru stares at Suguru who stares back, regarding him with a look that makes him a little nervous.

"Is something wrong?" Satoru asks, averting his eyes to the side. Suguru deposits his own back on the opposite chair from where Satoru’s is and walks closer. Suguru gives him a pleasant smile and shakes his head.

"No. I'm just not used to having clients that look quite like you." Satoru blinks at that. Oh shit, maybe he should have read that bio after all. The reservation would have been automatically rejected if it was because he’s a male, so he wonders what exactly it is that makes him so different. The slight panic he feels about possibly screwing something up with the reservation and not being able to spend his night with this man doesn’t let him savor the sound of Suguru’s voice.

 Suguru doesn’t take his eyes off of him and it makes him antsy. He mutters a soft 'sorry’ as his fingers fidget. He feels dumb for acting this way. This wasn’t him at all. He was never shy. This man just had him on edge, especially with the way those dark eyes of his haven’t left Satoru once. Suguru walks towards him, getting into his space so much Satoru tries to take a step back. Suguru stops him with a hand on his lower back just before he can press himself back into the glass of the window.

"I just mean, I don't think I've had a client so beautiful." He whispers into Satoru's ear, making him shiver. God, Suguru’s voice was fucking melodic. It was soft and sweet but also deep. Satoru could listen to him talk all day. A perfect voice to match his perfect face and perfect body. Suguru was the embodiment of perfect to Satoru. He almost reaches out shaking hands and trails them down his chest and torso, feeling the dip and swell of every toned muscle. He couldn’t see that beautiful body underneath the sweater Suguru had on. He decides to keep his hands to himself for now.

"O-oh," he stutters out as he pulls away, dipping his head so Suguru’s lips weren’t practically kissing the shell of his ear. The puffs of his breath were sending shudders down Satoru’s spine. It was ridiculously distracting.

He's gotten plenty of compliments in his lifetime but having it come from Suguru... It just hits differently. Satoru was already feeling hot and bothered and they hadn't even done anything yet. Suguru just whispered in his ear, and he can already feel his cock swelling with interest. He’s never been this reactive to anyone in his life. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he’s pretty sure that Suguru can feel it with how close they are, almost pressed together, just a fraction of a centimeter between them. Satoru can easily feel the heat of Suguru’s body.

Suguru takes advantage of Satoru tilting his head, showing the pale column of his neck. He leans down to press a kiss to the underside of Satoru’s jaw before peppering kisses down the expanse of soft skin. A stuttering breath leaves Satoru’s mouth, and his eyes slip closed, enjoying the feeling of lips, tongue (the ball of the piercing cold against his heated skin) and teeth on his neck. Suguru stops at the crook of his neck to suck a bruise into the dip. Satoru’s eyes flutter as a soft groan escapes him. Against his better judgement, he doesn’t tell Suguru to stop even though he probably shouldn’t have a hickey that might be visible if the collar of his button up moves a certain way. He can’t bring himself to care with the way Suguru’s mouth works on his skin.

Satoru wasn’t usually one to engage in this type of ministrations. He typically didn’t like whoever he’s fucking around with to touch him much. He would always lead, and he wasn’t a foreplay kind of guy. He supposes ‘hit and quit it’ would apply to him. Satoru isn’t sure if it’s because Suguru is a professional or something was just different about him outside of that fact. Satoru couldn’t quite put his finger on why he felt so good with Suguru touching him and doing things that he would typically allow anyone to do. It was starting to make Satoru even more nervous than he had been, it’s so uncharacteristic of him too.

Suguru had pressed up against him more, that hand on his lower back pushing him forward into the other man’s body. Satoru knows he’s hard, he knows that Suguru can feel it. He wants to get a little friction so bad, but Suguru’s other hand is curled into an almost possessive grip on his hip, keeping Satoru steady, unrelenting in the effort to keep Satoru’s hips from moving. A nip on his clavicle has Satoru whining loudly. He fucking whines. He jerks a little, startled by the noise he just made.

Suguru pulls back, his hands trailing up Satoru’s body to cup his face in his hands. He stares into Satoru’s pretty, blue eyes. Even though he’s never been one to avoid eye contact, the intensity of Suguru’s eyes almost makes him try to look away.

Satoru’s feels the haggard rise and fall of his chest. He’s panting over some neck kisses? He must be so pent up, especially since he’s also hard as a fucking rock. Suguru thumbs over the apple of his cheeks, caressing the flushed pink skin. Satoru can feel the burn of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Suguru is doing a number on him, and they’ve barely even started.

“Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself. I typically talk to my clients first but...” Suguru leans in and presses their foreheads together and his voice dips lower.

“You’re so delectable I couldn’t resist.” Satoru isn’t sure what noise he made but he knows he’s embarrassed by it. His cheeks heat further and Suguru chuckles, a low rumble in his throat. It’s so ridiculously attractive.

“Shall we go sit? Have a little chat.” Satoru nods, not trusting himself to say anything. He didn’t want to make another embarrassing sound. It would be a nice breather. He needs some time to calm down. It would be better to talk about what they were going to do anyway. He wanted sex but he also didn’t want to cross any of Suguru’s boundaries. He frowns, regretting not reading this man’s bio.

Satoru is lead over to the sofa that’s in the living room area of the suite, Suguru keeps a firm hand on the dip of his waist, his thumb mindlessly rubbing a circle into the shirt he’s wearing. Before they sit down, Suguru’s hand leaves his waist but not before putting a little pressure of his fingertips, a little squeeze before letting go. Satoru lets out a small little noise at the feeling. Refraining from rolling his eyes at himself, he can’t believe he’s acting like he’s never been touched before. He didn’t want Suguru thinking he was some virgin.

Suguru sits down next to him, so impossibly close that their thighs touch. Satoru stares down at the seam where they are pressed together. He isn’t sure how long he stares in fascination, but Suguru clears his throat to get his attention and tip Satoru’s head up with a finger.

“Eyes on me,” he says, and Satoru sits up, immediately at attention. Suguru smiles and pats his cheek.

"So, Satoru," Oh wow, this man was purring his name. Satoru can feel his dick twitch in his pants. He doesn't trust his words, so he hums instead. Suguru levels him with a look that says he's holding back from saying something. He takes a moment and then says:

“We should talk a little about what you want to happen tonight.” Even though Satoru agrees that they need to talk about tonight’s activities. He didn’t think about much past ‘want sex.’ On top of that, he doesn’t want to admit he hadn’t read the other man’s bio like he was supposed to do. What if it voided their contract? He definitely didn’t want that. Suguru was making him feel things he never has before, he couldn’t even imagine actually being able to fuck him.

“Honestly, I didn’t think about it much.” He says with a shrug.

“Uh, I’ve, um, been pretty pent up lately. I haven’t had a partner in a while.” It’s all the truth and probably the best way to go. Suguru listens with a smile, rearranging himself on the sofa so his body is tilted, and he’s facing Satoru. The white-haired man can’t help but mirror the action, except he keeps his hands in his lap in attempts to casually cover up his boner while Suguru has an arm slug over the back of the couch.

“Alright, we can decide as we go then.” It isn’t a question. He made a decision, and it seems like it’s final. Satoru doesn’t say anything against it. He actually finds it so sexy.

“Just a few questions before we start,” Suguru says as he reaches forward and places a hand on Satoru’s knee. The action has him shivering from the searing heat of the palm cupping his knee.

“This one is important.” He nods absentmindedly in response. If Suguru really wanted him to focus he wouldn’t be dragging his hand up from his knee to grip his thigh. Blue eyes glance down at the sprawled fingers taking up most of the expanse of his thigh.

“Eyes up here, Satoru.” His head snaps up, having forgotten about that. He murmurs a soft ‘sorry’ and Suguru gives his thigh a squeeze in lieu of saying it was alright.

"How do you want me to prepare you?" Satoru blinks, obviously looking confused. Suguru smiles pleasantly again thought it looks more placating this time. Satoru doesn’t like this smile much, at least if it was directed at him. Automatically he wants to do whatever he can to get it off of Suguru’s face.

"For you to take my cock.” Suguru says simply, like it’s obvious. Satoru’s mouth falls over to ask ‘what’ but he doesn’t get anything out before Suguru continues on.

“How do you want me to prepare you? My fingers or my tongue... Both." He smirks. Satoru's brain short circuits. Why did Suguru think Satoru was going to bottom?

"Are you okay? Suguru asks softly.

“Overwhelmed?" He runs the back of his knuckles down the side of Satoru's cheek. It was such an affectionate gesture it has Satoru’s heart skipping as he continues reeling from Suguru’s implication that he was going to top. He starts stammering.

"I, uh, yeah. I mean, no. I mean, I didn't think I would-" He cuts himself off as Suguru raises an eyebrow.

"I thought I would top." Satoru finishes with a gulp, feeling nervous. Suguru chuckles lowly and leans in until their noses brush together.

"Oh, you didn't read my bio, did you baby?" Satoru can feel Suguru's breath on his lips. He stops himself before he tilts his head to the side, like he was about to offer Suguru to kiss him. He pulls back but he doesn't get far, he's stopped by Suguru's large hand on the back of his neck. The grip holds him firm, and he feels a little like a kitten getting scruffed.

"I didn't." He admits sheepishly. Satoru didn’t like to lie, and it wasn’t like he could get out of weaving some tale to keep from Suguru finding out he broke a rule. Suguru hums.

"Oh, sweetheart, you should have. It clearly says that I don't bottom." He's purring again and Satoru stomach feels like, like he was on a rollercoaster that finally went over its first drop. Oh fuck. Oh. Suguru came into this thinking he was going to fuck Satoru. His mind runs a mile a minute, going over all of Suguru’s actions since he arrived. Well. That makes sense... He feels his dick twitch again and a sweltering arousal settle in his lower abdomen.

Blue eyes trail down, away from dark purple, and looks directly at Suguru’s crotch. He hadn’t paid it any mind so far, he was entirely too distracted. He takes in the bulge in the slacks Suguru’s wearing. It looked... Massive. Satoru’s wasn’t even a rival in comparison, clearly surpassing it. He couldn't wait to see it out of the confines of khaki.

Oh.

He was still considering this. He thought the moment Suguru said he was only a top that he would peace out, money be damned, he had more than enough. He’ll take the loss and find someone else. Actually read their bio this time. But, for some reason, Satoru didn’t think about leaving at all. He didn’t want to. Oh god, he really is thinking about letting Suguru fuck him. Nerves and excitement hit him at the same time. He’s still staring at Suguru’s cock in his pants when he starts breathing heavily.

The hand on his neck squeezes again before traveling down to rub circles on the expanse of his back. Suguru hushes him softly, telling him to focus on his voice. He sounded so sweet and caring. Satoru sighs happily.

“We don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable.” It takes no time for Satoru to shake his head. Well, he guesses his body knew what it wanted. His mind wasn’t too far behind it. He’s never taken a cock up his ass before but, guess there is a first time for everything. Though, a part of him knows that if it was anyone other than this gorgeous specimen of a man in front of him, he wouldn’t let them anywhere near his ass. Suguru was something special. The way he made Satoru feel and he’s barely done anything. He would enjoy more of that.

“I want to,” Satoru reassures when the other man still looks concerned. The words are successful as Suguru scoots even closer, leaning into Satoru’s space with a pleased smile. Satoru likes this smile. It’s one he wants Suguru to constantly wear.

“Well, baby, if we continue then we’ll need to come up with safe word.” Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting a little to the side. He felt like he both knew and didn’t know what that is. So he asks:

“What’s that?” With a smile, Suguru explains it to him.

“Just in case if there is something that you don’t like or you’re feeling uncomfortable. You can use it then.” Satoru vaguely wonders why ‘stop’ or ‘no’ wouldn’t just suffice. He could easily tell Suguru if he didn’t like something. Suguru’s eyes seem to turn darker as his smile gets an edge to it.

“Because I’m not stopping unless you say the safe word. No matter how many times you beg me to.” Satoru’s breath hitches.

“Hm, you like that?” Suguru chuckles. Satoru nods shakily.

“So, what do you want the word to be? Something unrelated to sex.” Satoru debates for a moment. Something that definitely wouldn’t be confused with sex?

“Uh... Patamon?” He instantly regrets his choice as Suguru’s eyebrows immediately shoot up.

“No, that’s dumb! I’ll change it-” Suguru hushes him, his hand reaches up to cradle the underside of his jaw and a finger casually traces the edge of the lobe of his ear.

“It isn’t dumb. You like Digimon?” It sounds like genuine curiosity, so Satoru admits:

“It’s my favorite show.” He’s not really ashamed of the fact but it isn’t something he shares much with other people. Mainly just to save him from having to put up with the reactions of him liking a ‘children’s show.’ It wasn’t like it was for babies. Who cares if he liked it? A lot of other adults, it seemed.

“Cute.” Suguru says without an ounce of condescension. Satoru feels his cheeks heat. He’s never received that in response to his admission of liking Digimon.

“I’ve watched it.” Suguru says with a smile, his finger still playing with the lobe of Satoru’s ear. Almost like it was a mindless action. Satoru instantly perks up at his words.

“You have?” He sounds a little bit like a kid, excited to find a shared interest.

“Yes, I enjoyed it.” Satoru makes a happy little noise that makes Suguru huff a fond sounding laugh. As much as Satoru wants to go into a rant about it and ask tons of questions he refrains. Now isn’t the time to talk to the most attractive person he’s ever seen about Digimon. The time is to, apparently, get fucked by him.

Speaking of...

“So, what do we do now?” It’s an honest question. Do they move to bed and just get to it? He’s never paid for sex before and this was a little different than finding some prostitute on the street and banging in a car. That’s straightforward enough to understand without having previously done it. This is a whole other entity. Suguru was an escort who happens to also provide sex. Satoru offhandedly wonders about booking him for the next boring ass Gala his family throws and forces him to attend. It would be far more entertaining. He already likes Suguru more than most of his family members and he’s only just met him.

“We can start if you wish, I’ll do something and if you don’t like it. Remember your safe word.” Satoru nods. That’s simple enough. Suguru sighs, like he’s disappointed. Satoru’s shoulders tense. What did he do?

“Satoru. You need to use your words.” He says it like an order again and it makes Satoru’s mind feel a little foggy. He starts to nod but catches himself.

“I’ll remember.” He says, hoping it’s enough to please Suguru. The kiss he receives in response seems to mean like it was. The moment their lips touch Satoru felt a surge of life coursing through his veins, had he even lived before Suguru kissed him? Suguru explores his mouth, tongue mapping the sides and tongue ring clacking against his teeth. It’s all spit slick lips and hot tongue. Suguru sucking on his bottom lip has his toes curling.

Suguru keeps kissing him as he starts pulling off his clothes. First his shirt then pants and Satoru feels a huff of a laugh against his mouth when Suguru finds he forewent underwear. He didn’t see the point if he was just going to take them off. Suguru pulls back for a moment to remove own shirt and shuck off his pants. Satoru took the time to admire the muscled torso he was only able to see in the profile pictures. Definitely better in real life. He can’t wait to drag his nails down the toned expanse and take one of those dusky pink nipples into his mouth.

Blue eyes zero in on where Suguru is working his pants open. He can’t help but lick his lips when they are finally getting tugged down. Satoru sits there on the couch akin to a dog waiting for a bone. Suguru’s cock springs free of his confines and Satoru sits up straighter and takes the view of the large, hard rock dick in front of him. It stands at attention, curved up with thick veins. The most interesting part of it was the piercings. Two rows of round balls adorn the frenum, each a set of six and then two on each side of the cockhead.

That’s... Hot and concerning. Not only was Suguru big, bigger than Satoru without any question but also pierced. That monster was supposed to go up his ass.

“You know it’s rude to stare.” Suguru teased and Satoru’s mouth snaps closed. He didn’t even realize it was open.

“Sorry, I’ve just... I’ve never-” He wasn’t sure what he was even trying to say. Maybe trying to get all of his thoughts out at one time.

“You’ve never been fucked before, so you’ve never taken a pierced dick.” Suguru summarizes for him. Satoru nods but the narrowing of Suguru’s eyes as him sputtering out:

“Yes, uh, that.” Right. He needed to use his words.

“Don’t worry, Satoru. You’ll take it.” It sounds more like an order than words of encouragement but, boy, does it get Satoru’s blood going. He wasn’t sure he could get any harder but he did. He takes a slow inhale-exhale and goes out on a limb and says something that surprises him.

“I’ll take it.” He says, looking up at Suguru through his white eyelashes. Suguru’s eyes flash, like some kind of fire alighting in them. Then he’s on Satoru again. Kissing his mouth and neck then down to his chest and toned stomach. He stops every so often to such a bruise into Satoru’s pale skin before he continues his descent. Satoru watches in fascination as Suguru gets to his cock and then takes it into his mouth without warning. Satoru throws his head back with an exclamation of pleasure. Suguru’s mouth was wet and searing. His hips would have bucked up if Suguru didn’t have them in a death grip, fingers digging bruises into the dip of his hipbones.

Suguru tongue runs up the underside of his dick, piercing tracing a cold line along the frenum before Suguru takes Satoru to the back of his throat and sucks, earning a moan from Satoru. As much as he wanted to fuck Suguru’s mouth, he was also perfectly happy to let Suguru take control with how good he was making him feel. Suguru used his expert mouth and tongue to have Satoru quickly coming undone then swallowed the entire load that Satoru shot into his mouth. Satoru cums with a cross between a gasp and a whine, body going rigid as he rides out his orgasm inside Suguru’s mouth and then he goes boneless. It felt like his soul was getting taken from his body. He feels already fucked out and he’s only gotten a blowjob. The most amazing blowjob he’s ever received to this day and probably any day going forward. It’s still a little embarrassing to be so debauched. They had plenty more to do. Suguru crawls up his body like a prowling panther and kisses him again, deeply so he can taste himself on Suguru’s tongue.

“Good?” Suguru asks after he pulls back, smirk evident that he most definitely already knew the answer.

“Amazing,” Satoru says and pecks Suguru’s lips. Suguru laughs, it’s a lovely and soft sound.

“We should make our way over to the bed.” Suguru suggests before he stands. He holds his hand out like a gentleman for Satoru to take. The white-haired man’s heart flutters at the action. He takes it and Suguru pulls him to his feet. Satoru wobbles a bit, his legs feeling like jelly from his orgasm. Suguru steadies him with a hand then guides them over to the bed. They sit on the edge, thighs pressed together once more. Suguru continues to hold his hand. Satoru’s heart flutters as he looks down at their intertwined fingers.

“Have you thought about it?” Suguru asks, pulling Satoru out of his obsessive staring.

“About what?” He couldn't think of what Suguru was talking about. Then again, his mind’s thoughts were pretty much streamlined to ‘pretty man with long hair.’ Thankfully, Suguru looks amused more than anything else. Satoru didn’t want to see that placating, customer service smile again.

“How you want me to open you up. I can finger you,” His voice is low and Satoru shivers as he feels a finger run downwards on his spine.

“Or use my tongue.” Both. Instead Satoru asks:

“What...What do you want?” Suguru’s finger goes lower and dips between his cheeks, he makes a noise when the pad of a finger presses against his rim. Suguru laughs at his reaction, looking satisfied once more. He leans forward to brush his lips against the shell of Satoru’s ear whose body shutters at the feeling.

“Both.” He whispers, breath caressing the sensitive skin.

“Fuck.” Satoru curses. He had never been so turned on in his life.

“Please.” Pleading might be a little pathetic but Satoru can’t find it in himself to give a shit at this point. He wanted Suguru’s fingers, tongue and cock and he wanted it now. Almost effortlessly, Suguru uses those perfectly sculpted arm muscles to throw Satoru back on the bed. Satoru’s head hits the pillows with an ‘oof.’ Suguru climbs between legs that instinctively parted for him.

Suguru sits on his haunches, Satoru’s thighs on either side of him and he stares down at the white-haired man like he was a piece of art. Suguru regards him for a quiet moment and then he’s wrapping his hands around the back of Satoru’s knees. With a yelp from Satoru, Suguru drags him up so the back of his ass is resting against Suguru’s chest. Legs drape over his shoulders Suguru spreads Satoru’s cheek and dives in. His tongue coming out to lick down Satoru’s perineum to his hole, he swirls round the rim teasingly.

Not knowing what to do with his hands, Satoru covers his mouth to muffle the constant cries that spill from his mouth. It feels overwhelming, a constant onslaught of pleasure. The warmth and slickness of Suguru’s tongue was wonderful. He thought the intrusion of something in his hole would feel bad at first. Off in some kind of way but it wasn’t. It felt so fucking good.

Suguru alternates between licking and thrusting his tongue inside of Satoru. Each time he pushes in Satoru bucks back into the warmth of the wriggling muscle. Suguru laughs at him, the rumbling causing a vibration that has Satoru’s cock spurting precum. With a whine Satoru moves to grasp his cock to help him along. His hand gets pushed away and he makes a noise of confusion.

Suguru pulls back, his mouth looking lovely with his lips red and slick with spit. He tuts as he lowers Satoru back down.

“You don’t get to cum yet, Satoru.” Suguru says, his voice sounding so stable for wrecked his mouth looks. His long, black hair was even a little mussed before he ran a hand through it. Satoru almost makes a noise of protest but then Suguru leans over him towards the nightstand. Blue eyes follow him. There’s a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube sitting there. Satoru hadn’t noticed it this entire time, courtesy of the hotel, he’s sure. They knew exactly what they were entertaining within their elegant suite.

After snatching the bottle off the bedside table, he sits back with a mischievous smile. He uncaps it and pours a generous amount on his fingers. Satoru watches in a mesmerized silence, anticipating what was about to come.

“I can’t wait for this part.” Suguru says and it sounds a little foreboding. Satoru agrees though. He couldn’t wait for Suguru to get his fingers inside him either. The way Suguru sinks down, like a predator descending upon his prey, was an exquisite thing to witness. The black-haired man nestles himself between Satoru’s legs, using one hand to push Satoru’s thigh up, the stretch exposes Satoru’s glistening rim. Suguru hums in appreciation of his own work.

“Think you can take two?” Suguru’s eyes flick up to where Satoru is staring down at him. He presses the tips of two of his fingers against Satoru’s hole to get his point across. Satoru lets out an embarrassingly high-pitched noise.

“Y-yeah.” He says, face burning. Obviously, the rule of thumb is to start with one and then work up to three or four. Sometimes five. Satoru’s hole might be pliant from Suguru’s tongue fucking him but... Well. Satoru can take it. He hopes. At least the smile he gets from Suguru is worth the sting of him pushing in two slick fingers.

Satoru makes a noise of discomfort but doesn’t say anything. Suguru goes slow. Satoru’s thankful for that. He can feel his eyes get teary, but he tries to focus on the heat of Suguru’s fingers. He didn’t want to cry from Suguru’s fingering him. Suguru gives him a moment to adjust to the width inside of him before he starts moving, fucking his fingers inside and spreading them to stretch Satoru’s hole so it can accommodate his huge cock. It’s a slow process and it feels good, little sighs coming from Satoru’s mouth as he gets worked open. Suguru litters kisses and bites on the inside of Satoru’s thighs, occasionally stopping to suck a possessive bruise on a soft sensitive patch of soft skin.

He gives a small jerk when his prostate finally gets brushed. It’s such a light feeling to it that it only surprised Satoru a little bit. Suguru knew he found it if the look on his face was anything to go by. Then Suguru slipped a third finger in, and it was like all bets were off, slamming his fingers inside to constantly abuse Satoru’s prostate. It has lust boiling in Satoru’s lower abdomen and his cock leaking on to his stomach. One particularly hard thrust has him crying out and scrambling back. It’s a wasted effort, Suguru has him in a vice grip. He gets yanked back down onto Suguru’s fingers immediately.

“Where are you going? We aren’t done.” Another brutal slam into him, hitting his prostate head on. Satoru lets out a cry that turns into a whine as Suguru’s tongue traces a line from his inner thigh to his cock. He licks up the underside of it before swallowing it once again. Satoru moans at the heat enveloping his cock. Suguru’s mouth as pure heaven.

Suguru fucks him faster, swallowing down his cock like he was made to do it. Satoru’s pleasure addled brain has one line of thought before feeling amazing and that’s Suguru’s lovely black hair. The dark tresses spill around his shoulders are beautiful waves and all Satoru wants to do is touch it. So, he does. His fingers tangle into the strands and he tightens his grip, earning a groan from Suguru. It has Satoru’s thigh trembling; his whole body was shaking as he came closer and closer to careening over the edge of orgasm.

Satoru’s cock twitches and Suguru hallows out his cheeks, sucking on the cockhead in his mouth. With that and giving another thrust into Satoru’s prostate, the white-haired man cums. Hard. He’s shaking and panting, fingers tightening even more in Suguru’s hair as his back arches off the bed and he cums into Suguru’s awaiting mouth.

After his body goes tight, he slumps, boneless, back onto the mattress. His breath is ragged and his hands fall out of Suguru’s hair. The other man slowly pulls off Satoru’s spent cock and looks up at him with a smile. Suguru pulls his fingers out, Satoru’s hole clenches around nothing and there’s a whine at the feeling of loss. Suguru wipes his fingers on the bed and then leans up to place a comforting kiss to Satoru’s mouth. Satoru kisses back lazily, head still muddy from post orgasm. It’s his second one from Suguru and they are the top two best he’s ever had. He can’t wait for Suguru to make him cum with his cock.

They kiss for a short moment, Suguru’s hands running up and down Satoru’s sides soothingly. Satoru had never been a big kisser during sex but like a lot of things, it’s different with Suguru. Satoru enjoys the lips against his and twirls a finger in lock of Suguru’s hair that’s fallen over his shoulder.

“Good?” Suguru pulls back to ask. Satoru can’t help but laugh. As much as he wants to sing from the mountaintops to anyone that could listen how amazing Suguru had made him feel, he settles for a simple:

“Yeah, good.” Satoru presses a short kiss to his mouth and they both smile into it. Satoru takes the time to travel a hand between their bodies to find Suguru’s cock. He hadn’t gotten to touch it yet and he wants to so badly. His fingers warp around the thickness of it. Suguru was so hard, he had to be aching. A hiss falls out of the black-haired man’s mouth at the touch. Satoru feels it, taking his time to run his fingers over the veins and piercings. This was going to go inside of him.

“I want you to put it in,” Satoru says, giving a quick glance down to Suguru’s cock and then back up to meet Suguru’s gaze. The other man raises an eyebrow. Satoru rolls his eyes. He was going to make Satoru work for it. If that’s how it’s going to be. Satoru gives Suguru’s cock a squeeze before letting it go. He takes only a small moment to revel in the groan he pulls from him. He looks through a lace of white eyelashes, trying to look coy and says:

“Please fuck me with your cock, Suguru.” It works wonders. Suguru is sitting back and squirting lube into his hand again then he places the lube back on the nightstand after he generously coats his dick, his hand hesitates next to the pack of unopened condoms next to it. Satoru’s eyes flick from the table to Suguru, who is starting down at him with an unrivaled hunger. Satoru gulps at the intensity of it.

“May I?” Suguru doesn’t have to elaborate. Satoru knows exactly what he wants, and Satoru wants to give it to him.

“Yeah, do me raw.” Should they use a condom? Probably. Satoru doesn’t really care right now. Limitless had a policy where all their escorts needed to provide constant updates on a clean bill of health. So Suguru was covered. Satoru’s never had a dick in his ass before and then on top of that he’s clean anyway. So, yeah, he wanted Suguru to fuck him raw. He wanted to feel it without anything between them, plus those piercings... Satoru shivers. He knows he won’t regret it.

Suguru caressed the back of his hand down the side of Satoru’s cheek, a loving sign of affection, with a smile that has Satoru’s stomach flipping. Then he’s moving to position himself the perfect position between Satoru’s legs then he takes his cock in his hand and lay it on Satoru’s stomach, it settles next to the white-haired man’s own readily hardening cock and it drawfs it. Suguru stares as he reaches forward and presses his thumb horizontally to the tip of his dick. Satoru gives him a quizzical look.

“Just measuring how deep I’ll be inside you. Look Satoru, I’ll be right here,” with that last forward he put pressure on his finger. It stings so much, like he wants to leave a bruise there. Satoru intakes a sharp breath. Suguru did want it to bruise, he wanted to leave a mark there for Satoru to see for the upcoming days every time he dressed.

He looked down at Suguru’s cock with hunger, he’ll have a mark to remind him, but he also needs to feel it. He wants to be able to feel it for days and days. The soreness reminded him of Suguru every time he moved.

“Put in- Please, please, I need it.” He grips the back of his knees as he pleads, spreading them wider as an invitation for Suguru. Satoru’s laying himself out for this make to take more of. To take something he’s never given anyone before.

“Please fuck me, Suguru.” He begs like if he couldn’t get Suguru in him this very second, he was going to die. He honestly didn’t think he’d be able to live on not knowing how Suguru’s cock feels inside of him.

“Hm, since you asked me so nicely.” He says teasingly but Satoru can tell that he’s pleased with the way the corner of his mouth upturns slightly.

“Remember your word?” Word? Satoru thinks for a moment. Oh! His ridiculous Digimon safeword. As much as he didn’t think Suguru would have him using it, he really didn’t want to say it.

“Yes.” He responds like Suguru wants him to.

“Satoru,” Suguru breathes out his name in such a lovely way. Satoru looks up at him with pretty doe blue eyes.

“You’ll feel each piercing go in. Will you count them for me?” Satoru’s breath hitches at the request. Suguru had eight piercings on his dick. When he first saw them, how it would feel did cross his mind. He’s never really delt with piercings so he wasn’t sure what pleasure would come from it. Obviously, it was something Suguru enjoyed. Satoru is a little worried he won’t like it. He knows that Suguru said he would take it, and Satoru basically agreed but... The possibility of pain weighs on his mind.

“Will it hurt?” he asks hesitantly. Suguru lets out a soft chuckle as he dips down to press kiss to Satoru’s mouth as he assures him.

“I’ll go slow.” He says in between kisses.

“I don’t want to do anything to hurt you, baby, I want to make you feel good.” Satoru is sure there is probably plenty Suguru could tell him about getting fucked by a pierced cock but he’s glad that the other man didn’t go into a lecture about it. He wasn’t one for pain, but he trusted Suguru to take measures to not hurt him.

“Will you let me try to make you feel good?” Oh, okay. Yeah. That was something. Something that went straight to Satoru’s leaking cock.

“Y-yeah. Okay.” He embarrassingly stammers the answer out, but Suguru smiles at him reassuringly.

“Good boy,” Suguru says, and he pets his hair, his fingers slide between the strands to grip it lightly and tugs Satoru's head to tilt up, so their eyes are locked onto each other. He would have to use some effort to pull out of Suguru’s secured grip. Suguru doesn’t order it but Satoru is pretty sure that he wants him to look at him.

“Count.” Suguru orders and then starts to push in. The stretch is immediate. Even as adequately as Suguru’s had opened him up with his tongue and fingers, it’s still forcing itself inside Satoru’s torrid, slick heat. He doesn’t even get to the first piercing when his mouth falls open in a gasp. Suguru is slow, giving it to him in the smallest fractions. Satoru had never felt this way before, the feeling of something breaching him was something otherworldly. Suguru was barely inside of him, and he already felt so good. Then he felt it, the tugging at his rim before it gave way to the roundness of the first piercing.

“O-one.” He gasps out and steels himself for the next one he knows it right after. He doesn’t even realize he’s clenching his hole around Suguru’s cock until the other man tuts at him.

“You’re clenching, relax baby.” Easier said than done but Satoru tries his best to do so. Suguru coos some praises at him when he does. He lets out a happy sigh at the other man’s words. He was glad he was doing good for Suguru. The cock inside him starts moving again, pushing in a little further until the next ampallang piercing.

“Two.” He tries and fails to steady his voice. Suguru doesn’t stop this time and continues his pursuit inside. Satoru’s rim soon swallows the cockhead completely and his eyes slipped close, his head would have fallen back if it weren’t for Suguru’s fingers still holding it in place.

“Eyes open, Satoru. Look at me as you take my cock for the first time.” Satoru's blue eyes snap open at the order and he stares up at Suguru’s looming form. He gives him a shaky and breathy ‘sorry.’ It appeases Suguru enough starts to push in again. It feels like it takes an eternity to get to the Jacob’s Ladder. The six daunting rows of barbells. The first three come easy enough. Satoru counts each one out loud. Three. Four. Five. Then... Comes the sixth and just as it pops into Satoru’s rim it has him let a out surprised yell as he jerks back so hard that sixth piercing pops back out.

Suguru’s hands are instantly on his hips, holding him still on his cock. He wasn’t letting Satoru move an inch. Suguru pulls him back down, bucking slightly into Satoru to pop that piercing back in. Satoru whines at the intrusion. One of the ampallang piercings lodges itself perfectly into Satoru’s prostate. He’s panting and wiggling around as much as he can from Suguru’s vice grip on his hips. He doesn’t know if he wants to push down more and pull back. He whines again, frustrated.

“Baby,” Suguru hushes him and peppers kiss on the side of his face.

“It’s okay. Quiet. You’re okay.” He coos into Satoru’s ear. There are a few moments of stillness while Satoru collects himself. When he seems to be recovered enough, he presses a kiss to Suguru’s mouth to show that he’s ready.

“Can you take more?” Suguru asks softly. He sounds so tranquil in juxtaposition to the frenzy Satoru still feels inside himself even after he time to calm down.

“Y-yes...Yes... I... It feels so good. I don’t... Suguru, please.” He can feel tears well at the corners of his eyes, threatening to overflow. Suguru stares down at him with a look of awe. It only takes a moment before Suguru moves again.

“Count.” He orders again. Tears spill over his cheeks, and he sobs out a ‘six.’ Then, unrelenting, Suguru pushes in quick until he’s buried to the hilt, balls pressed against Satoru’s ass. Satoru’s brain feels like it’s melting.

“How many is that Satoru?” His voice sounds a little patronizing. Satoru whines.

“How many do you have inside of you?” He demands again, bucking his hips roughly. Satoru gasps at the feeling.

“S-seven? I... Eight.” He’s stuttering out cries. Suguru hums happily.

“That’s right, you took all eight piercings. You’re so perfect for me. Like you were made for my cock.” Suguru sings his praises, and it has Satoru reeling.

“Made for your cock...” Satoru mimics, still dazed and his eyes blurry with tears. Suguru smiles and pecks him on the lips. Satoru leans up to chase his lips when he pulls away.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Would you like that, Satoru?”

“Please.” Satoru whines, pleads, begs. He needs it. He felt so full, and everything felt so fucking good. Suguru doesn’t need more of an invitation. He slides out, it’s slow and deliberate like he’s making sure to take care to not hurt Satoru. The emptiness Satoru feels has him make an unhappy noise. Suguru fills it again without a second thought. Pushing back in once more before he starts a steady pace. Even if the thrusts are unhurried at first, Satoru’s still rocks back with every one. His body jerks with every slide past his prostate.

Satoru feels like he’s going crazy. The whirlwind of emotions and pleasure given him a perpetual high. As much as he wanted to do something all he could do is lay there and be pliant, taking Suguru’s thrust that started to speed up, becoming rough and unrelenting. The cock rocking against his prostate and the drag of all the piercings on Suguru’s cock felt exquisite. He took what Suguru gave him and whined and mewled and tried to find purchase on somewhere on Suguru’s body.

Suguru tugged him up by his hips, making Satoru’s legs spread wider to open himself up more for the man above him. He wasn’t sure it was possible, but Suguru got even deeper inside of him. He tries to find words to say something, anything but his brain feels like a mush of pleasure. So, as he pants, chest heaving in a pathetic attempt to catch his breath, he stares down at where Suguru’s cock is fucking into him.

“You see that, baby?” Suguru asks, voice low and rough. Satoru preens at the fact that Suguru sounds so affected. He nods but remembers he must talk so he barely manages a ‘yes.’ Suguru chuckles darkly, a delicious rumble in his chest.

“You’re taking me so good for your first time. I’m so proud of you for taking my cock.” God, Satoru loved it when Suguru praised him. It’s not like Satoru didn’t care for praise. He loved it but it never felt the way it does when Suguru says it. Plenty of his partners have sung praises that he fucked them good but... Suguru was something else entirely. Every minor word of praise from him goes straight to his core each time.

“Look at me, Satoru.” Suguru demands, not leaving any room for disobedience. Satoru instantly snaps his eyes up to stare right at Suguru’s eyes. He can feel Suguru’s hips stutter against his ass.

“I want you to look in my eyes when I come inside of you.” Inside? Oh... Yes. Yes. Satoru holds his gaze and Suguru’s thrusts become erratic.

“Touch yourself, come with me.” Suguru groans, his calm and collected demeanor finally fully falling away. He finally seems like he’s just as affected as Satoru is. Satoru can’t help but revel in the fact. He was making Suguru feel his good. He clenches his hole around Suguru’s cock and earns a growl from the man above him. Satoru knows that it won’t take much to make himself come. He’ll barely have to touch his cock if he even has to at all. He was teetering over the edge of arousal already.

Suguru picks up his pace suddenly, angling down his hips and angling up Satoru’s body as he pounds into him. So quickly it actually rocks the bed they were on. Satoru throws his head back, completely forgetting back wrapping his hand around his cock. Instead, he grips the sheets below them as Suguru relentlessly fucks into him.

With a cry of pleasure, Satoru cums. His hole spasms around Suguru’s cock and it helps send the black-haired man over the edge as well. It takes a moment for Satoru to come down from his orgasmic high. He can feel his heart pounding and he can barely catch his breath, but he feels the warmth spreading inside of him and he knows Suguru’s pumping cum into his hole.

Suguru maneuvers them so Satoru is laying on top of him, his cock still inside of him like it’s made itself a home inside Satoru’s ass. He gives a shuttering breath at the feeling of the weight of Suguru’s dick in him and then finds Suguru’s hand that isn’t pressing more bruises into the skin of Satoru’s thigh. He intertwines their fingers as he basks in the glow of an orgasmic high.

Suguru finds his lips so he can capture them in a slow, sensual kiss. Satoru sighs softly into the kiss, enjoying their sticky bodies being pressed as close as they can be. He wasn’t sure if Suguru would want more than one round but... Satoru did.

Apparently, Suguru did too.

Satoru wasn’t sure how many times he’s cum. He lost count around three. Suguru’s has far less than him, but he can still feel how much of his cum is inside his ass, especially when Suguru fucks back into him without fully cleaning him out. After the first time Suguru came inside he gently cleaned Satoru up, giving him loving kisses as he did so. Of course, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other for long. Neither one of them felt like they could walk away after just one round of sex. He isn’t sure who made the first move but they both ended up back in each other’s arms in record time. Another round turned into another and then another and then Satoru has honestly lost count.

The second time Suguru came inside of him after he pulled out, he sat back and pulled Satoru’s ass cheeks apart and watched with fascination as Satoru felt a bead of cum drip out of his rim and trail down the roundness of his ass. Suguru didn’t look away when he said:

“Let’s see how much cum I can fill you up with... Would you like that?” The words go straight to Satoru’s dick, and he didn’t even know he was into that. Was ‘breeding kink’ in Suguru’s profile? (Later, he finds out it isn’t. Suguru hadn’t had any interest in it before Satoru. When Satoru learns this fact, he was vibrating with happiness) He’s felt that he was discovering things about himself this entire experience. Suguru had definitely broadened his horizons.

“Yeah, I would...” Satoru’s voice is breathy, and it has Suguru’s eyes flicking up. The attention has Satoru taking the chance to run his finger through the cum pooled on his stomach from his leaking cock. He brings it up to his mouth and licks it, making a show of it. Suguru’s eyes flash before he bent Satoru practically in half and shoved is cock back in and then fucking him hard and fast and until Satoru could only scream as Suguru abused his prostrate with a singular intention.

Hours later, Satoru is back on his back, after being through every position he knew and ones he never knew existed. It might be rather vanilla of him, but this was his favorite. He loved being able to look at Suguru as he fucked into him. He would put money that this is Suguru’s favorite too. He always fucked him a certain way when he was looming over Satoru. He also always ordered Satoru to look into his eyes every time. Suguru had a penchant for locking their gazes as he cums inside Satoru’s ass.

“Do you want more, baby?” Suguru asks with a hand wrapped around his cock, pushing the head of it against Satoru’s hole once more. Satoru bucks down on it with a whine. He nods his head frantically, still a little dazed by being expertly railed for the past several hours. Then Suguru’s gone and Satoru grabs for him, wanting nothing more than for the man to fuck his cock back into his hole. Suguru hushes him with a kiss as he grips Satoru’s thighs, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave marks and hefts him up onto his hips. Satoru wraps his legs around the other man with a gasp, surprised at the action. He can feel the piercings of Suguru’s cock against the cheeks of his ass.

“I’m going to fuck you against the window.” Suguru growls into his ear, earning a full body shiver from Satoru.

“Oh fuck, please.” Satoru has never had window sex before and he knows that it's too far up for anyone to know what they are doing but the thought of it was still hot as fuck. Suguru carries him to the window, presses him against it and enters him once more. Satoru groans at the feeling of each pop of Suguru frenum piercings and he doesn’t get much of a reprieve this time when Suguru finally bottoms out because the black-haired man is immediately slamming into him.

That was one of the many positions they were in that weekend. Satoru had originally booked two days with the thought that Suguru could chill the next day. That did not go as planned. Suguru was more than happy to fuck Satoru for the full length of the weekend. Satoru wasn’t even able to keep track of how many times he came.

By the end of the weekend they had fucked on every piece of furniture that was provided in the suite. Satoru rode Suguru on the sofa, bouncing on his dick like he was getting paid. Suguru ate him out again with his expert tongue as Satoru kneeled on one of the chairs. They made their way to the bed again where they did a nice little 69 position and Satoru almost choked on Suguru’s cock from trying to deep throat him. Suguru had petted his hair after and told him he did such a good job for his first time taking a dick so big into his mouth. Which was true, Satoru’s sucked cock before but never one like Suguru’s. The smooth rounded edges of the piercings on his dick sliding over Satoru’s tongue was something he never experienced before. He’s still sore from where the head of Suguru’s cock hit the back of his throat.

Suguru pounded him into the floor while he was on his knees and kissed all the carpet burns on his kiss afterwards. Almost killed themselves fucking in the shower so Suguru drew them a bath and then had Satoru sit on his dick in the tub to cockwarm him. Satoru had relaxed so much he almost fell asleep. A particularly favorite moment of Satoru’s was when he was bent over the counter of the small kitchen, eating a remnant of some room service they had ordered, and Suguru came up behind him and pushed his cock inside without warning. Satoru came almost as soon as he entered, mouth falling open and fork falling from his hand and clattering to the marbled countertop.

It was a smooth slide inside; Satoru was sufficiently stretched from the marathon of sex they were having. He could tell that Suguru had slicked up his cock with lube since there was almost no drag, just a slight burn from being thoroughly and deliciously used.

Suguru pressed fully inside of him, snuggly fitting into Satoru hole and lodged tantalizingly against his prostate. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around Satoru’s torso to pull him even closer. Satoru can’t help but moan.

“Sorry, I needed you.” Suguru murmurs against Satoru’s skin as he presses kisses to all the love bites, he previously made along the pale expanse of skin of Satoru’s shoulder. The white-haired man turns his head to chase Suguru’s lips. When he finds them, their mouths slide together in a languid kiss.

“Hm, take me then.” Satoru whispers into Suguru’s mouth. So, Suguru held him tight and rocks into him, only barely pulling out to grind back in. It’s slow and deliberate, each shallow thrust pushing Suguru’s dick against Satoru’s prostate. Suguru fucks him until Satoru’s legs were shaking, unable to hold his weight and slumping fully against Suguru. Satoru’s mouth is open, constant whines and mewls falling from him until one hard, sharp buck of Suguru’s hips has him screaming. His cum spurting out of his sensitive dick, cumming untouched against the cabinets of the countertop in front of him.

After that Suguru licked the cum out of his hole, thoroughly cleaned him then picked him up in his arms and laid him down on freshly changed sheets. Satoru wasn’t too sure when they got changed but he assumed it was while they were bathing since he hadn’t seen any maids skulking around their room. They cuddled close together, wrapped into each other’s warmth and fell asleep for a short nap before waking up and finding a few places where they hadn’t fucked yet.

When the time came to check out, Satoru was sad to part. They had only just met but they were so sexually compatible it was crazy. During their conversations between sex, they also found out they had a lot in common. Satoru found that he really enjoyed Suguru’s company whether he was inside him or not.

Suguru kissed him goodbye but not before asking for Satoru’s phone number. He got Suguru’s as well and he couldn’t help but feel elated. This meant that Suguru wanted to see him again. Maybe even outside of this whole escort business but that would be for later. Satoru wanted to explore each other more before they met outside of this service. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t hopeful that it where it will all lead to.

On Monday, Satoru doesn’t go to work (which isn’t unusual). He can do everything he does at the office in the comfort of his own home just fine. He didn’t think he would be able to make it work. He was tired and so fucking sore. Suguru had told him that he would be, instructing him to take it easy and rest. He even thoughtfully gave Satoru the soothing ointment he put on Satoru’s hole after he cleaned him up. Satoru was thankful for all the aftercare; he was completely out of his depth. He wasn’t big on aftercare and feeling how it was like on the other side makes him regret his lack of action.

Satoru checks his phone the moment he wakes up and a wide grin spreads across his face when he sees a message from Suguru, from his actual phone number and not through the messaging system through Limitless. Suguru had told him that it wasn’t encouraged to exchange numbers with clients, but he wanted to keep in touch with Satoru. Suguru had taken his phone, typed in his contact info and saved it then slid the phone into Satoru’s back pocket with a sultry look.

“You’re special, Satoru.” He whispered against his lips before giving him one last kiss. Well, it wouldn’t be their last kiss. Satoru would make sure of that. He had plans. Suguru showed him a different world and Satoru had a bit of an addictive personality. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything Suguru did to him and how it all made him feel.

His hand goes under the blankets, fingers slipping past his ass cheeks to brush against the sore rim of his hole. He hisses at the feeling, but it doesn’t stop him from circling it once before pulling his hands out of his pants and blankets to form a text back to Suguru’s ‘good morning, how are you.’

>Good morning!

>Honestly i feel a bit empty 🙁

Even though it is the truth, Satoru could have withheld that information. He typed it with a purpose. He wanted a certain response from Suguru. He’s been so kind and attentive and even called Satoru special and Satoru wanted it all again and again and again.

>Well, we can’t have that

>I’m sure there’s something I can think of to fill you up

 Satoru feels a surge of lust in his abdomen after reading Suguru’s words, he thinks back to Suguru’s huge cock stretching him out and carving a space into him. Something he can still fill this morning, his hole clenching around nothing, achingly empty. He battles away the thoughts of Suguru pushing his dick into him again as he flops onto his stomach, ignoring the tinge of pain in his lower back and texts Suguru back.

>Would it be ok if I book you again?

He’s sure that Suguru will say yes but he can’t help but feel a little anxious while waiting for a response. He stares at the notification that Suguru is typing. Then the response appears in front of his eyes. He holds his breath as he reads the text.

>More than okay.

>I want that more than anything, Satoru

Satoru’s thankful he lives alone so no one is around to hear him squeal like a lovesick schoolgirl. He wastes no time grabbing his laptop from his bedside table. He opens it with lightning speed and types in the URL for Limitless. He navigates the Limitless website once more, going back to Suguru’s profile and actually reading over it this time. Right there at the top it says in bold ‘Dedicated Top, will not bottom.’ Satoru lets out a long exhale, trying to keep the memories of Suguru expertly railing him out of his mind as he continues to read. His eyes scroll down the list and things like ‘service top’ and ‘pierced dick’ and ‘dirty talk’ all stand out to him. He could attest to all of those. He gulps, his mouth feeling dry.

If he had read this before he booked Suguru, he would never have. He knows he wouldn’t have. So, he’s actually quite thankful to the inobservance of his past self because his experience with Suguru was something he never wanted to forget... And wanted to recreate as many more times as he could. Suguru fucking him was the only thing he could think about since they parted. It was his every waking thought and even in his dreams last night. Suguru took him apart in a way that no one else ever had.

He wanted more. He needed more.

His cursor hovers over the reservation button once more and he clicks it. He books Suguru for the next entire week he is free. Suguru could show him all those dirty things he whispered to Satoru, the ones he said he wished he could do to him. All of that and more. They had a week to explore every inch of each other’s bodies, find out what makes them tick and, hopefully, get to know each other better.