Being The Strongest means getting a lot of marriage proposals, with everyone drooling at the thought of becoming part of the famous Gojou family and bearing its heir. But Satoru is tired of it, so when higher-ups decide to kill Yuuji only because he...
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The boy tries really hard to move on from that kiss, but it pops in his mind involuntarily the entire evening. Just what the hell was that?! Yuuji had kissed his husband several times already, but it never felt this pleasant! He even made all those embarrassing sounds! Is this really because he realized how good-looking Satoru is? But the man did that only to help him! So the boy wouldn't react awkwardly around him! It's not like Toru wanted to kiss Yuuji or anything.
Yes, exactly. It's just a part of their pretending. So, it's fine.
They are finally led to their room, where they will be spending the night. Yuuji loves this entire place so much. He had never been in a typical Japanese house before, but he likes it. Walking on tatami mats is oddly calming. It's amazing how everyone wears traditional clothes, and there are even servants all around, ready to help.
Their room is spacious and located on the more peaceful side of the mansion. There is a prepared futon ready for them to sleep on, and, oh shit, they are going to sleep together for the first time. The boy winces. He moves a lot while asleep. Let's hope he won't hit his husband accidentally, ruining his handsome face. Yuuji giggles at the mental image of Toru with a black eye.
“Oh? What is my wife thinking about, I wonder~?” The man hugs him from behind and places a kiss on the boy's neck, a small show off in front of the poor woman, who is just doing her job by leading them there.
“I just imagined how you will be looking tomorrow after our night together, Toru.” Yuuji doesn't even lie, but it still makes the servant blush, and she quickly excuses herself to leave them alone.
His husband snorts. “What was that, Yuu-chan?” He asks, still hugging him but more lazily now.
The boy turns to him with a troubled face and chuckles hesitantly. “I'm afraid that I will hit you in my sleep. I move a lot. Like, a lot.” He stresses.
Satoru hums. “Then I will just hug you like right now. It should stop you from moving all along.” He teases with a grin.
Yuuji rolls his eyes. “Of course you will.”
“So? Is Yuu-chan ready to have sex with me?” His husband raises one of his eyebrows, letting go of him.
The boy freezes. “Oh. I forgot about that part.” He whispers, petrified, and frowns. “But we aren't going to do it for real, right?” Because that was the deal. “Right?”
The man makes a painful face. “Is my wife really refusing me right now? That hurts my heart, Yuu-chan~” He whines exaggeratedly.
“Your heart? Not your balls?” Yuuji deadpans, and Satoru chokes on his spit.
“You are so vulgar sometimes, Yuuji. It always catches me off guard.” His husband admits, amused, and gives him an easy smile. “But no, we are just going to pretend a bit. Mostly you, I guess.” He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Oh, no.
“Why do I have a feeling that I won't like this?” The boy asks, resigned.
“Oya~? I am just going to entrain myself a bit by listening to your beautiful sounds, Yuu-chan~” Toru says slowly, tauntingly.
What?
“What?” He echoes his thoughts. “What do you mean?” Yuuji looks at him, squinting his eyes in suspicion.
“You see, my partners are usually very loud when I'm fucking them.” The man informs him nonchalantly, the boy's eyes widening. His husband grins again. “So I need you to moan for me, Yuu-chan~ A lot~” He chuckles.
Yuuji needs a moment to comprehend it. He fails.
“You want me to pretend that I am... feeling good? Like in porn?” The boy asks, unsure.
Satoru gasps incredulously. “My wife knows porn? No way! Where is my innocent Yuu-chan~?” He clutches to his chest with a fake sob.
Yuuji kicks him on the shin. “Please, take it seriously, Satoru.” He glares. “Explain.” He demands.
“Oooh~ Yuuji is angry~ So cute~!” His useless husband exclaims happily. “Let's be grateful that they are still using futons and we don't have to move the entire bed. Or break it. I'm The Strongest, after all.” Toru wiggles his eyebrows.
The boy stares, waiting patiently with his arms crossed.
The man sighs. “Don't worry, I am not going to do anything inappropriate. But I will touch you a bit.” He grins. “I know where you are ticklish, Yuu-chan~” His husband sings, his grin becoming devilish.
Yuuji instantly protects his sides. “Seriously? That's the plan? Tickling me?” He asks in disbelief.
Satoru grins. “Yes~! Because…” And a moment later, the boy feels a finger attacking his belly, so he makes a surprised, high-pitched whine at the contact, and oh.
“Shit. It can work.” Yuuji utters, massaging the sensitive skin with wide eyes.
“See~?” His husband is definitely too smug about it. “Don't get me wrong, Yuu-chan. I do believe in your acting skills. But I don't think you could make convincing sounds when it comes to sex.” He chuckles.
As embarrassing as it is, the boy has to agree.
They shower separately and change into more comfortable clothes.
“Please, take care of me.” Yuuji mumbles and bows on the futon, his husband sitting next to him with a Cheshire grin.
“Always so polite! Oh, I will take care of my wife gladly~” He responds, amused. “Take off your shirt, Yuu-chan~” The man intones.
“Really?” He deadpans.
“Really~”
The boy sighs. Toru is having too much fun with it all. Yuuji still listens to his husband and glares at him.
“Just don't make this too weird, Satoru.” He warns, laying down.
The boy sighs. Toru is having too much fun with it all. Yuuji still listens to his husband and glares at him.
“Just don't make this too weird, Satoru.” He warns, laying down.
“Ku-ku-ku.” The man cackles and slides his finger from the boy's waist to his hip, and Yuuji needs to bite his lips because that's exactly his most ticklish area, and he almost made a very, very pitiful sound. “Oh, Yuu-chan. This won't do. They all need to hear you.” His fingertips brush his bare skin so lightly that the boy can't help the sudden, high-pitched moan at the tingling sensation. Shit. His husband smirks. “That's it, don't hold your voice.” Satoru praises him, and in the next few minutes, Yuuji is a crying mess, being attacked with his husband’s fingers mercilessly, yet gently. The boy stops even paying attention to the noises he makes, focusing on the man's soothing words and praying for this torture to end. “You are doing so well, Yuu-chan. My wife makes such beautiful sounds.”
