His Hands

sleep tight

Suguru

I crack a smile at Satoru's words that are laced with lust. His flushed face, irregular breath, and rustled white hair are all enough to make me lose full control of myself. I was the one who said we should take it slow, but that's the furthest from my mind right now.

I just couldn't help myself. Seeing that girl so close to him made my gut lurch and my body move on its own. I know he's not mine in any sense of the word. I know...

My attention is drawn back to the present moment as Gojo pulls me close and wraps his legs around mine. His lips meet my neck, his hand finding the base of my dick and slowly moving up it.

A shuter travels down my spine and causes me to breathe in quickly through an open mouth.

Fuck, I'm going to cum soon if I'm not careful.

I push my hand under Satoru's shirt before lifting it up, beckoning him to take it off. He pulls away from me slightly with a grin,

"If mine is coming off, so does yours."

We both comply and toss our clothes haphazardly to the floor. His ice blue eyes wander down my body as if he was taking me in for the first time. I can see the overwhelming hunger he has for me and it drives me crazy. Crazier than I've ever been for another.

This time, I push my hips close to his, our dicks throbbing against each other. My hand finds his jaw again while the other wraps around both of our lengths, causing Satoru to moan once more.

"Suguru, please..." He whispers into a kiss. He doesn't need to finish the sentence for me to know what he wants.

I begin to move my hand up and down, my thumb gliding across our tips as I reach the top. His hand joins in, taking over on my side so I focus on him. Everything we do is in unison–our breath, our movement, even our moans.

Gojo pushes his forehead into mine and looks me in the eyes as he squeezes lightly.

"Satoru," my voice hitches,

"Oh my god."

Heat pools below my navel and my hips twitch, pressing further into him. Our pace picks up as the pressure builds more and more. My free hand glides to the back of Satoru's head and tangles into his silky hair.

In between each short breath, he whispers my name like a mantra,

Suguru... Suguru...Suguru...!

My head jerks back and my fingers squeeze around the hair at the base of his neck. All at once, the pressure that was building up boils over.

Gasping for air as we both come undone, Satoru leans his head forward into the crook of my neck.

"Holy fuck," He groans in satisfaction a second later.

I nuzzle my chin into his hair, closing my eyes as we stand there for a moment in the afterglow,

"You're quite good at that."

He pulls back and raises an eyebrow at me before gazing down at the mess on both of our hands and dicks. He takes his hand which still had my cum on it, and cleans his fingers off one by one with his mouth.

My eyes wide, a second wave of desire courses through me at the sight.

Gojo gives me a sly smile,

"I just can't help myself."

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I move to the sink and turn the water on so we can clean up after ourselves. I'm thankful we ended up in a bathroom after all.