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[ what comes from it is a sweet hiss, a hungry hum in his throat. an enthusiastically obedient Gojou always gets his blood going, always makes him want to devour him in the best way — and so the reward comes when Suguru allows himself to be breached and the wonderful tang of pleasure and pain that comes with it. his back arches out of cause, hands going backwards to find Satoru's knees... ]

[ and he sinks ever so delicately where Gojou has his hands on him, rocking down incrementally on his cock. it's rough and dry and catches but he sort of likes that about it, how just the crown of him pulls apart flesh and muscle and forces it to yield to him, to have his hips sweet and stuttering on the end of him. ]

Satoru... only the tip... [ his fingers grip the fabric of his jeans as he pulls off, grinding his teeth as he pulls off again, Satoru's dick catching on that tight ring of muscle as he moves over it — ]

[ and he's just about to sink down again when there's a knock at the door. he flinches, looking at his best friend... and then a brilliant beat of crimson overtakes his face, stupefying him into stillness. what... what do they do... ]

J-just a moment, please.

[ you know he's down bad when he doesn't even want to crawl off of his lap. ]