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"Now listen here, boy. I only got two rules for ya, ya hear? One, no goin' ta bed unless all ya chores 're completed. An' two, no interactin' wit' my son. No talkin', lookin', gigglin'- nothing. Ya got that, boy?"
"Yes, sir. Loud an' clear."
"Good. Now you go an' get some rest. Ya start on Monday."
When Suguru Geto had applied to work as a farm hand at the Gojo estate, he hadn't expected to get the job that easily. He also hadn't expected to be given only two rules for his entire stay at the estate- only to break one of them almost immediately after starting the job. See, the Gojos were a family of- cowboys, outlaws, bandits- whatever you wanted to call them. They were a well known, wealthy family in these parts. It was no secret that they got their money and power from illegal trade, shady business deals, blackmail and, well, murder. But, since they practically owned half the southern country, nobody ever came after them for it. They lived lavish, exorbitant lives and masked their true nature beneath various Charity Galas, Rodeos and Auctions. It was common knowledge that, if you wanted to get anywhere in life in this part of the South, getting in the Gojos' good books would help you. And Suguru was well aware of this fact.
Suguru was raised by poor farmer parents who often had to borrow money and beg in order to get by. Their crops were raided by bandits one too many times- enough so that Winters were cruel and Summers were harsh. Growing up in a household like that, Suguru vowed to do whatever it took to make a better life for his parents and little sisters- Mimiko and Nanako- so they would never have to suffer again. Suguru never had a formal education and so he had a hard time finding a job that would pay him well enough to support both himself and his family. However, he had heard about the Gojos' job offer from a visiting cowboy and decided, why not? The worst that could happen would be that he got turned down, right? So, Suguru had made the trek across the country side to the giant Gojo estate and offered up his services.
To his luck, he had been given the job. It came with a variety of benefits, too- he could stay in the servants' quarters and would be given three meals a day, new clothes, five days a month worth of paid sick leave and he could have Sundays and holidays off. Oh, and he was free to do whatever he pleased as long as he finished his chores. Suguru saw this as a complete win. His salary would be sent to his parents every month and he could visit them on his leave days. Mr. Gojo even helped him open a savings account and promised to deposit a quarter of Suguru's salary into it each month, so Suguru could save up for whatever he wanted. Suguru already had a few things in mind- Christmas presents for his family, maybe some new clothes and dolls for the girls and a heater for when Winter inevitably struck. This job of his wasn't looking all that bad, after all. Sure, the Gojos were bad people- but that didn't make them bad people.
Or so Suguru thought.
See, when Suguru had first been given the rules by Mr. Gojo, he hadn't thought much of them. Finishing his chores would be easy enough and the Gojos were quite busy people so he doubted he'd even see this son of his that Mr. Gojo mentioned. Oh how wrong Suguru was.
It was his first day of work at the Gojo household. He had gotten up at 6:30am, sharp, had a wash, eaten breakfast and had been ready to start work at 7. His chores were simple and pretty much the same work he'd do back home everyday- landscaping, harvesting, equipment maintenance, feeding the horses, tending to the livestock and milking the cows (not all in that order, of course). Suguru knew how to do these things like he knew the back of his hand. He would complete his tasks, one of the senior farmers would check them and sign him off and he was then free to roam about and do whatever he pleased for the rest of the day. Already picturing a free afternoon, Suguru decided to get to work.
The task he decided to start with was milking the cows. Obviously, to milk cows he needed a bucket. And buckets were kept in the shed. Suguru had made his way to said shed, grabbed the heavy duty metal buckets from the back and was about to head to the barn to milk the cows when he was stopped in his tracks by an angel. The boy was too perfect for words to describe. He had fluffy white hair with bangs that fell across his forehead and partially into his eyes- which were the most indescribable shade of blue Suguru had ever seen in his life. The boy's- no, angel's- face was scrunched up in the most adorable little pout and the tip of his nose was dotted with freckles. Suguru's eyes wandered lower and he found himself appreciating the angel's slim physique with a tiny waist and milky, blemish free skin. He was wearing pajamas with this white creature on them that looked like a cross between a bunny, a dog and a hamster. The pajamas in question were simply a comfortable silky looking shirt and a pair of shorts that sinfully hugged the boy's behind. Suguru found himself drooling, thinking all the sinful thoughts his mama had warned him against in church. He quickly composed himself, wiping the drool from his chin with the back of his hand and standing up straight.
"Uh... ya need anything from here, angel?"
"What did you just call me?"
"Angel? Ya know, 'cause ya look like an' angel." Suguru responded, not really thinking before speaking. Then again, he lived on a small farm with his parents and sisters so he hadn't really been educated in proper social conduct and etiquette. Suguru was a simple man. He saw a boy who looked like an angel. He told the boy he looked like an angel.
The boy in question flushes a pretty shade of pink at Suguru's words, the dusty hue spreading across his cheeks and nose. It makes him look even more angelic- in Suguru's opinion.
"You- Do you know who I am?"
Suguru blinked. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen this boy around the servant quarters, and he didn't remember catching any glimpses of him when Mr. Gojo was giving him the tour of the estate. The boy's eyes were pretty similar to Mr. Gojo's eyes, too. But... no, he couldn't be. What would Mr. Gojo's son even be doing in the shed?
"Satoru. Satoru Gojo."
Oh... Oh no.
"Stop it."
"Stop what, angel?"
"Staring at me."
"I don' know what yer talkin' about, angel."
Satoru turns to glare at him and Suguru just smiles. It had been just over a month (a month and 5 days, exactly) since he started working at the Gojo estate and in that time he found it increasingly difficult to follow Mr. Gojo's rules. The first one was still relatively easy but as for the second one... Suguru was a simple man. He saw a beautiful boy. He fell in love. He followed said beautiful boy around any chance he got.
Suguru honestly didn't care about pissing Mr. Gojo off anymore. He had laid eyes on an angel and he would be damned if he didn't appreciate him. Satoru- his angel- deserved to be worshipped and cherished like the precious gem he is and, if he was given the opportunity, Suguru would do just that. For now, though, he limited his worship to verbal praise and visual admiration. Suguru was a fool in love, yes, but he was still a gentleman. He would still conduct himself the way his momma taught him no matter how lovesick he felt.
"Yes you do! You've been giving me that- that... that look ever since I got here." Satoru huffed and oh how Suguru wished he could kiss that cute pout off his even cuter face. He doesn't, though. Because he's a gentleman. Instead, he just chuckles and hoists the bag of chicken feed up on his shoulder with a grunt- at least, he thinks it's chicken feed. Usually, the chicken feed comes in a brown sack and the pig feed comes in a red one. Recently, though, the chicken feed has been coming in a red sack, too and it doesn't even have pictures on it. Suguru has gotten the feeds mixed up quite a few times- although, thankfully, his mistakes have been identified before he empties the feed into the troughs.
"Where are you going?" Satoru squawks indignantly. Suguru chuckles again. Satoru, Suguru had learned, was a pretty lonely kid. He had grown up as a girl but decided he was going to be a boy when he was sixteen. His parents, as supportive as they were, were still super overprotective due to the nature of their family so Satoru was essentially left with only his nannies and toys to play with. Apparently, when he'd heard that Suguru- a kid roughly the same age as him- had been hired as a new farm hand, he'd decided to come see him in the hopes of making a new friend (despite knowing of his father's warnings). Suguru thought it was cute and, well, he was very obviously enamored with the boy- so he had humored him. Satoru, as much as he pretended to be annoyed with it, actually enjoyed Suguru's company beneath the surface- why else would he wake up at 7am every day just to meet Suguru at the shed and accompany him as he completed his chores?
"Feedin' the chickens."
"With pig food?" Satoru snorts and Suguru flushes. He wasn't sure if Satoru knew he couldn't read but he didn't want to risk him finding out. Satoru's mother was a fashion designer and he had studied in a very fancy private school abroad- according to the farm gossip. It explained a lot of things, actually- like how Satoru used such modern words whenever he spoke and how he didn't have the same southern twang in his voice as his father. Satoru was not only a beauty but he was a well-educated beauty, too. And Suguru wasn't gonna risk embarrassing himself in front of someone like that.
"Must've misread 't." Suguru mumbled, setting the bag of feed down and picking up another one.
"Did you 'misread' that one, too?" Satoru singsongs and Suguru thinks he may just drop dead right there. He swallows and sets the other bag down before picking up yet another one. Judging by Satoru's cackling, he guesses that one is wrong, too.
"Oh my God. Are you doing this on purpose? Don't tell me you're some illiterate loser or something."
Suguru bites down on his bottom lip and sighs, setting the third bag of feed down, too. Satoru seems to realize something is wrong and he stops laughing, tentatively resting a hand on Suguru's shoulder- which Suguru shrugs off. He feels like a fool. Satoru is rich and beautiful and incredibly intelligent. Why would someone like that ever think of someone like Suguru as more than... than an 'illiterate loser'? Suguru feels tears brimming in his waterline and he curses under his breath. No. He wasn't going to cry. Not now. Not in front of Satoru. His momma and pappa raised him better than that.
"I- I didn't mean it like that, Suguru... I was just joking because- it doesn't matter anymore. I'm sorry." Satoru mutters softly. Suguru sniffs and wipes the tears from his eyes with the pad of his thumb.
" 'Ts fine. Yer right, 'nyways." He grunts, returning to his quest of seeking out the correct feed. It's hard, though, since all the writing looks like gibberish and it makes his head hurt trying to decipher what it means.
"Here." He feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see Satoru struggling to hold up a bag that is clearly bigger and heavier than himself. Suguru's eyes widen and he immediately takes the bag from Satoru before the other boy can topple over.
"Thanks."
"I'm sorry."
"I told ya already. 'Ts fine."
"No. No it's not. I was being rude and I hurt your feelings. I'm sorry."
"How many times 're ya gonna apologize fer the same thin', angel?"
"Until I rectify my mistake."
Suguru shakes his head and adjusts the bag of feed in his arms. He shoots Satoru a grin and pats his shoulder.
" 'Ts all good, angel. Ya told the truth, 'nyways. Not much ya can do ta change 't."
Suguru gives Satoru's shoulder a squeeze before letting go and walking past him. He makes it about halfway through the shed when he feels a smaller and cooler hand wrap around his own.
"Wait!"
"Yeah? Somethin' the matter, angel?"
"I can."
"Can what?"
"Change it. The fact that you can't read, I mean. I... I can teach you."
"Ya... can teach me... ta read?"
"Read, write... everything."
"Really? Ya would really do that fer me?"
Satoru smiles and squeezes his hand. Suguru thinks he's seen heaven.
"T- the... lithe? L... light? Live-"
"Sound it out. You have the 'li' part right."
"Li- tuh- leh."
"Close... but remember what we said about the 'L' and 'E' sounds? What happens when they're put together?"
"... Li- tuh- el."
"Say it again, a little faster this time."
"Li- tuh- el... li- tuh- el... lituhel... little?"
"Correct! Well done, Sugs." Satoru beams and Suguru feels his heart boom. Satoru had been working with him on his reading and writing for the past three months and Suguru was proud of how much progress he'd made. Satoru, to add to his charm, was an amazing teacher and Suguru found himself being able to make more and more sense of the words and books Satoru would bring to him after he finished his work. Suguru would complete his chores at around five, meet up with Satoru in the Gojo library (a big room full of books, Suguru had learned) and they would commence their lessons until nine- which was the time Satoru went to bed.
During their time together, Suguru had learnt to write, spell and, now, to read. Satoru had fondly taken to calling him 'Sugs' and would sit by his side for hours whilst he attempted to articulate his words. Satoru also gave him plenty of picture books, so Suguru could use the illustrations to help whenever he got stuck. Suguru found his heart becoming more and more ensnared in the trap that was Satoru Gojo. This perfect, angelic specimen of a man. he knew Satoru didn't feel the same way about him and he didn't care. Any time he could spend with Satoru was time spent well, in Suguru's humble opinion. And if he had to remain friends with Satoru for the rest of his life, he would accept that graciously and thank God for bringing him his own personal angel. He already had, in fact, whenever he went to Church. Suguru's momma, pappa and the girls already knew all about Satoru, too. He gushed about the boy whenever he visited home and proudly showed off his newly acquired writing skills. Once Suguru learnt to read properly, he would teach the girls, too.
"The... little, uh, red? Yeah. Red... hen? The little red hen?" Suguru looked to Satoru for approval, feeling his heart flutter when the boy nodded his head and flashed him another one of those Megawatt smiles. Suguru felt dizzy. The blood rushing to his face and... other places. He shook his head and forced himself to concentrate on getting through the book despite Satoru's teasing.
The first time Suguru saw Satoru in a dress, he got a nosebleed. Granted, that wasn't because of how pretty Satoru looked in the dress (although it may as well have been) but because it was also the first time Suguru had seen Satoru's father- Mr. Gojo- since he was hired. Safe to say, Mr. Gojo wasn't too happy Suguru had broken one of his rules.
"You really should have been more careful. What if you had gotten a concussion? Or- or brain damage?" Satoru chided, pressing a cloth wrapped ice pack to Suguru's nose- which was probably broken. Mr. Gojo had punched him pretty hard when he saw his hands around Satoru's waist. It wasn't even Suguru's fault, either! Satoru had dragged him inside the minute they got back from church, put on his gramophone and insisted Suguru dance with him. Suguru hadn't even gotten a chance to properly appreciate how ethereal Satoru had looked all dressed up like that when Mr. Gojo had barged into the room unexpectedly, seen them together and delivered a nasty blow to Suguru's nose. Thankfully, though, Satoru had managed to talk his temperamental father down. It would've been quite a funny sight- seeing Satoru all huffy and self righteous whilst scolding his father- if Suguru's nose wasn't bleeding out on the very expensive Persian rug in the Gojos' sitting room.
" 'M failin' ta see how this is my fault, angel. Yer daddy was the one who came swingin' at me, last I can recall."
Satoru scrunched up his nose and pouted. Damn did he look beautiful now that Suguru was given a chance to properly appreciate him and his outfit. He was wearing a pale yellow, frilly dress that reached the floor with a big yellow bow tied to the side of his waist and mesh white fabric lining the front. He had on white elbow-length gloves and a giant yellow sunhat with a bow that was equally as big as the one on the dress. Suguru could spend years admiring him.
"Stop that."
"Stop what, angel?"
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you love me."
Suguru's eyes widen as Satoru flushes and looks away. Was Satoru... shy? Suguru grinned, feeling smug and wanting to tease him some more- if only to elicit some more blushing.
"But I do love ya, angel."
"Sh- shut up."
"Nah. I wanna tell ya how much I love ya. 'N fact," Suguru straightened his posture, gently taking Satoru's hand in his own and lowering the ice from his face. It didn't matter that his nose was aching and swollen.
" 'N fact, I wanna tell the whole world jus' how much I love ya. Wanna yell it from the moun'ains. Wanna write a book about 't. Wan' everyone ta know jus' how perfec' ya are, mister."
Seeing the blush that covers Satoru's whole face is worth getting slapped on the back of his head, Suguru thinks. He chuckles, rubbing the sore spot with a slight wince as the offender buries his head in his hands.
"Aw, mister, don' tell me ya gettin' all shy on me now, are ya?"
Suguru gets slapped again. But he doesn't care.
"I thought 'd find ya in here."
"Go away."
"Nah, don' think I will."
"Suguru."
"Angel."
Suguru sighs and makes himself comfortable on the hard wooden flooring of the shed next to Satoru- who is hugging his knees to his chest and has very clearly been crying.
"What's wrong, angel?"
"Nothing."
"Really? So ya jus' run away 'n hide from ya pops' Chari'y Gala fer 'nothing'?"
"..."
Suguru sighs again, one of his large hands coming up to rest atop Satoru's shoulders as he pulls him in closer, resting his cheek against that soft, fluffy mound of white hair. He takes a deep breath and encircles Satoru with his other hand, rubbing soothing circles on his back and doing his best to silently comfort the other boy with his warmth.
"Satoru... what happened?" Suguru asks quietly, his voice barely audible despite their close proximity. Satoru's eyes widen and he lifts his head to stare at Suguru. even in the darkness, his eyes still manage to shine and sparkle like gems. Suguru could get lost in them.
"That- that's the first time you've ever said my name." Satoru whispers hoarsely and Suguru feels his heart break because Satoru sounds so small and broken and so unlike his usual bubbly self. Suguru shushes him with a finger to his lips and adjusts their positions so he is cradling Satoru with his whole body, instead. Satoru tenses up for a split second but quickly relaxes into it, burying his head into Suguru's chest with a soft sigh. The moonlight streams down through the cracks in the shed walls and Suguru feels his heart literally stop. Even here, hiding away from a Christmas Charity Gala in this dilapidated shed, Satoru still manages to look divine. Suguru just wants to worship him. To shower him in love and affections until he is drowning. To smother him in the praise and compliments he deserves. To love him. Suguru takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, resting his chin atop Satoru's head and giving the other boy a light squeeze.
"Ya don' have ta talk about 't. We can jus'... sit 'ere. Together."
"Why... why do you like me so much?" Satoru raises his head and Suguru thinks he might cry, seeing his angel like this. He swallows, the list of reasons for his love pooling on the tip of his tongue when Satoru beats him to it.
"I'm bratty. I'm loud. I'm annoying. I make fun of you all the time. I bother you whilst you're trying to work. I just... I- I don't get it. Don't you have better things to do than spend time humoring a stuck up brat like me?"
"Yer not a 'stuck up brat', angel. Yer one of the mos' kindes', mos' sweetes' people I know."
"You must not know a lot of people, then." Satoru remarks bitterly. Suguru takes his face in his large, calloused hands, the bands of his thumbs swiping away any stray tears that threaten to spill down the other boy's cheeks.
"Angel... ya taught me ta read an' write even when I had given up on 't. Ya stuck up few me when yer pops threa'ned ta have me kicked out. Ya've been my friend an' a source of company 'n comfort in a strange place 'M a stranger to. Yer special ta me, angel. Very, very special. I... I love ya." Suguru smiles warmly and runs his fingers through Satoru's soft white locks, pushing them back and out of his face. He swears he can hear his own heartbeat in his ears but he doesn't care. His chest feels lighter, as though a weight has been lifted off it. He's glad to have confessed.
"You... love me?"
"Have since the momen' I laid eyes on ya."
Suguru waits with baited breath as Satoru stares up at him. He is starting to think he perhaps misread the situation. That maybe Satoru didn't feel the same. Or, worse yet, Satoru was upset over a completely different issue and, instead of comforting him properly, Suguru has gone and made everything all about himself and his love life. He opens his mouth but suddenly feels something cool and strawberry flavored and... slightly sticky? press against it. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Satoru is kissing him, his strawberry-flavored gloss coated lips pressed against Suguru's own. It takes Suguru another few seconds to actually respond to the kiss. After all, he had never actually kissed anyone before. And, judging by how stiffly Satoru was sitting there- eyes squeezed tightly shut and mouth inhaling all of Suguru's oxygen- it was his first time kissing somebody, too.
Suguru does his best to take control, tangling one hand in Satoru's hair and using the other to tilt his jaw upwards so he can attempt to kiss him better. Suguru didn't know much about kissing but he'd seen his parents and other people kiss before so he could do his best to replicate it. He moved his mouth against Satoru's own, licking at the gloss on his lips and savoring the sweet, artificial taste. He must've pulled Satoru's hair a little too hard by accident, though, because Satoru gasps and parts his lips. However, this gave Suguru the perfect opportunity to invade Satoru's mouth with his tongue. Satoru's mouth is warm and wet (what else would you expect from a mouth?) and he groans when Suguru licks inside of him. Everything feels so weird yet so exhilarating at the same time and Suguru finds himself getting lost in the moment. The feeling of Satoru's lips against his is heavenly and he chases after it even when Satoru has to pull back for oxygen.
"Tha' was..."
"Perfect."
"Agreed."
"... Let's do it again."
"Now, missy, what's a pretty lil' thing like ya doin' all the way out here?" Suguru cooed, licking his lips. It was a Sunday morning, the week before Christmas, and, whilst he'd usually be in Church right now, Satoru- the sinful devil he is- convinced him to stay behind. Suguru had said a quick prayer to God this morning asking for forgiveness but that was just for formalities. After all, Suguru was going to be worshipping someone, anyways. Just... not in the ways people expected him to.
"It's 'mister', actually. And I'm lost. Do you think you can help me out?" Satoru put on his best 'lost puppy' expression and bat his eyelids and Suguru had to bite his lip to stifle his laughter. Since their kiss in the shed a week ago, Satoru had been all over Suguru's case about 'going all the way'. And, whilst there was nothing else Suguru wanted more, he wanted to respect Satoru's boundaries and take things at a pace that was comfortable for him. However, Satoru had insisted that he wanted to have sex and, well, who was Suguru to deny him?
"I can help ya out, yeah. But... 'ts gonna cost ya." Suguru murmurs, his eyes raking appreciatively across Satoru's body. Satoru is wearing the same pajamas he wore when they first met (Suguru has since learned that those are Satoru's favorite pair- and the bunny-dog-hamster thing is actually a puppy named Cinnamonroll) and leaning against the shed door. Although Suguru knows Satoru is just putting on a 'helpless and innocent' act, he still feels extremely turned on by it. Suguru knows that 'mini Suguru' (who is not mini by any means, actually) is starting to show himself- and it seems that Satoru knows it, too.
"But I don't have any money, sir."
"If ya don' have money then... ya can pay another way."
"Another way?"
"Ya can pay me wit' yer body, pretty." Suguru's eyes are half-lidded and his dick is painfully hard. He wants Satoru and he wants Satoru now.
"What's 't gonna be, angel?"
"I... well," Satoru has the audacity to look nervous. As if he wasn't the one who suggested this in the first place. Suguru grins wolfishly.
"Tell ya what, I'll take that as a 'yes' fer now but yer gonna have ta use yer words later on. Got that, angel?"
Satoru nods but then seems to realize his mistake and stammers out a quiet "Y- yes."
Oh this was gonna be fun.
"Filthy fuckin' slut." Suguru hissed, pressing Satoru up against the wall of the shed with one hand whilst the other toyed with his pussy through his panties. Satoru had stripped his pajamas and thrown them atop the bags of animal feed somewhere. He was now completely bare save for those pretty, lacy blue panties of his. Suguru could feel drool trickling out the side of his mouth as he stared at Satoru's puffy pussy. Satoru was so wet that his underwear was practically translucent. Suguru pressed the pad of his thumb against Satoru's pussy lips, relishing the soft squish sound it made.
"Ya've been wantin' this so bad, haven' ya? Yer fuckin' drippin' all over me." Satoru whimpered and Suguru shut him up with a harsh smack to his clit. He wasn't talking to him right now. This was as new of an experience for Suguru as it was for Satoru but Suguru knew his top priority was Satoru. As long as he made Satoru feel good, he didn't care about himself.
Satoru whines and Suguru thinks he might just cream his pants. He sinks to his knees- still fully clothed- and presses his face into Satoru's panty-clad pussy. He smells heavenly. Suguru thinks he may just die and go to heaven.
Using his teeth, he pulls Satoru's soaked panties to the side and catches any juices that leak out. Satoru's pussy throbs and Suguru goes wild. He shoves his tongue into Satoru's cunt and starts licking and slurping at it like there's no tomorrow. His eyes flutter shut and he moans at the sweet taste of Satoru on his tongue. Satoru's hands find his hair and tug harshly but Suguru is too blissed out to care. He laps at Satoru's puffy cunt, burying his nose in it and sucking up the juices and slick that pour out. Obscene squelching sounds fill the shed combined with Suguru's groans and Satoru's ah ah ah's and whimpers.
"Su- Sug... S'guru. 'Ts t- too much... I c- can't- ah!"
Satoru squeals as Suguru penetrates him with his tongue. Suguru rolls his tongue around the cute little hole several times before finally delving deeper. Another wave of juices and slick coat his face. Suguru leans forward, presses his nose into Satoru's cunt and begins shaking his head back and forth like a dog. Satoru screams and tries to tug Suguru's head away but Suguru is not having it. His grip on Satoru's thighs tighten to the point he is sure he broke skin but he doesn't care, too busy ravishing Satoru to notice.
"S'guru... n- no... feels- feels weird... Suguru!"
Satoru screams again and Suguru feels him clench around his tongue. He opens his eyes just in time to see a river of creamy, thick, white liquid gushing out of Satoru's pink hole and onto his awaiting face. Suguru hums against Satoru's cunt, lapping up his cum even as Satoru trembles above him. Suguru continues his languid licks, a mixture of drool, cum and Satoru's pussy juices straining the lower half of his face and dribbling down his chin.
"B- break... need- need a ngh break... Sug-"
Suguru slaps Satoru's ass- hard.
"Ya will get a 'break' when I tell ya ya can have one. Useless fuckin' whore. Can' even sit still an' be used properly."
Satoru sobs and Suguru slaps his ass once more in warning. He grabs the soft flesh and squeezes hard, burying his nose back in his angel's cunt and continuing to lick and lap at the area. He holds Satoru above him with one hand firmly gripping his ass, his other hand coming down to toy with Satoru's poor pussy. Satoru yelps as Suguru pushes a thick, calloused finger inside him without warning. Suguru feels him clench and hears him moan before he is cumming once more. Suguru dutifully laps up the thick cream that sloshes out of his angel, making sure not a drop of it is wasted before shoving another finger into Satoru's hole.
Satoru's eyes roll to the back of his head. He was feeling overstimulated in the best way possible. Suguru's tongue was still working wonders on his puffy pussy whilst his fingers thrust in and out of him rhythmically. Satoru found himself grinding his hips against Suguru's face, the slight stubble on Suguru's chin rubbing his cunt and creating even more friction. Suguru steadied him with a rough hand on his ass, guiding his movements to match the way his fingers were sloppily thrusting in and out of his hole. Satoru had just managed to find his pacing when Suguru shoved a third finger into him and angled his hand differently. Satoru felt Suguru hitting a certain spongey spot inside him and, before he knew it, he was seeing flashes of white and spilling all over. He squirted everywhere, covering the shed wall and Suguru will his juices. Suguru moaned beneath him, the vibrations sending a spark of pleasure throughout Satoru's body as he rode out his high.
Satoru cries when Suguru removes his fingers, earning his poor ass three more harsh slaps. Suguru, Satoru notices, is still fully clothed. Before Satoru can complain or ask him about it, Suguru shoved his fingers into Satoru's mouth.
"Suck, slut."
Satoru sobbed as he cleaned off Suguru's fingers and Suguru, honestly, didn't see what he was crying for because he was being given an opportunity to taste the most delicious thing on Earth. Suguru spanks Satoru's ass for his ungratefulness before pulling his fingers away.
"Filthy whores like ya 're only happy when ya have yer slutty holes filled, right? Should've known. Yer only good fer being a fuck toy anyways." Suguru undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to free his massive, girthy dick. Satoru's eyes widen but Suguru slaps his ass before he can complain.
"No complainin'. Ya asked fer this, remember?"
Satoru nods. Suguru slaps his ass again.
"What did I tell ya about usin' yer words, angel? Answer me properly."
"Y- Yes... I remember."
"Good."
Suguru spits on his free palm and uses it to stroke himself once, twice, three times. His tip leaks beads of precum and ensures he smears his entire length with it. He was being mean to Satoru because Satoru had asked him to- but that didn't mean he was gonna hurt him. Suguru lets go of Satoru's ass to steady himself, slowly pushing his tip past Satoru's puffy pussy lips and into his warm and awaiting cunt. Satoru's hands find their way to Suguru's shoulders, his nails digging into Suguru's skin through the fabric of his shirt. Suguru furrows his brow in concentration, slowly pushing deeper and deeper until his entire length is swallowed. Satoru clenches around him so tightly that they both cum.
Suguru quickly recovers from his high enough to slip his shirt over his head and toss it somewhere behind him. He leans forward and captures Satoru's lips with his own, letting Satoru taste himself on Suguru's tongue. Satoru moans as Suguru pulls almost all the way out of him only to slam back in. Suguru thrusts into him fully and slowly, pressing Satoru against the shed wall and picking him up off the floor. Satoru's legs were wrapped loosely around Suguru's waist as Suguru continued thrusting into him, spewing vile and vulgar words into his ear. Suguru panted, kisses and biting at Satoru's neck and collarbones even as he continued to assault his hole with harsh, deep thrusts. He could feel Satoru's hands tighten their grip on his shoulders as Satoru clenched around him.
"Yer close, huh? Fuckin' dick hungry bitch. Should've known ya wouldn't be able ta last."
Suguru huffs, beginning to pound into Satoru harder and faster than before. Satoru lets out a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, his head lolling back against the shed wall as he cums completely undone around Suguru's cock. Suguru bites down harshly against his neck, leaving behind a dark, deep purple bruise on Satoru's pure skin as his thrusts become sloppier. Suguru grunts, coming to a complete stop inside Satoru and filling him up completely. Panting and coming down from his high, Suguru stares down at where his dick meets Satoru's pussy. Satoru's usually flat and toned stomach was bulging from Suguru's dick and his cum. Suguru felt himself go lightheaded, reaching out in a daze to press down on the bulge. Satoru squealed and swatted at his hand. Suguru felt himself get hard once again.
"S'guru? Sug?" Satoru woke up, his thighs were aching and his pelvis felt numb. He had passed out somewhere around round three and couldn't remember what had happened afterwards. He blinked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. He was back in his room and laying on his bed. He looked down and noticed he was wearing a fresh set of pajamas and his thighs and cunt felt a lot less... sticky. He blinked and tilted his head, eyes scanning the room for any signs of his lover.
"Sugs?"
" 'M right here, angel. Sorry fer worryin' ya." Suguru called, entering Satoru's room with a tea tray. Satoru smiled as Suguru set the tray down on the bedside table and sidled up to him. He wrapped both of his large arms around Satoru's waist and rested his chin atop Satoru's hair.
"How're ya feelin', angel?"
"A little sore but otherwise good."
"That's good."
"Did you clean me up?"
"Yep. Brought ya back here as soon as ya passed out. Cleaned the shed 'n everythin', too."
"Thank you." Satoru mumbled earnestly, feeling tired again despite sleeping for probably hours. He takes one of Suguru's hands in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm sorry I passed out and wasn't able to help you. Next time I'll-"
"Ya will sit in bed an' lemme handle things like I did today." Suguru interrupts. He hooks a finger beneath Satoru's jaw and turns Satoru's head to face him. Suguru has this warm smile on his face and the setting sun shining in through Satoru's window makes him look even more perfect than Satoru thought possible. His breath hitches in his throat.
"Ya don' need to worry 'bout cleanin' up 'n stuff, angel. That's my job."
"But-"
"Nu-uh. No 'buts'."
"You're so unfair."
"Ya wouldn't have me any other way."
Suguru chuckles and presses his lips to Satoru's in a soft, loving kiss. He pulls away and rests his forehead against Satoru's own.
"... Did you bring me snacks?" Satoru asks, his appetite effectively ruining the romantic moment. Suguru affectionately rolls his eyes but nods, letting go of Satoru to grab the tray.
"I got all yer favorites an' some tea."
"You remembered the sugar, right? You know how much I hate tea without sugar."
"Yes, angel, I remembered the sugar."
"Good."