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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Warning ⚠️ (fluff, mature scene) ________________
The boy subconsciously glances at his husband's lips, then at his eyes, and Satoru doesn't even wait for permission; he just dives in hungrily, and Yuuji moans into the man’s lips at the sudden roughness. They kiss passionately like they never did before, both worked up and aroused, with the boy making small, pleased sounds at the back of his throat.
Yuuji is losing control, letting himself be consumed by the sensations, trembling all over his body, and wanting more, more, more . He wraps his legs around his husband and tugs him closer, his arms around Toru’s neck, his tongue deep in the man's mouth. Satoru groans at that, and the boy responds in a breathless moan, his heart beating loudly and his cock twitching in his pants, ready and wet with precum. Yuuji shamelessly presses his growing arousal to his husband's own rock-hard dick, and they stop kissing at the sudden touch, the boy making a high-pitched sound while the man hisses. Toru pulls away from the kiss, a strip of saliva between them following, and they both breathe harshly, his husband wiping the drool from Yuuji's face. Satoru combs his white hair backwards, his eyes dark with lust watching his prey, his muscles flexing, and he looks so sexy like this that the boy's mouth goes dry.
“Yuuji.” His husband rasps in a hoarse voice, and thank gods he is away from the boy's ears, because otherwise Yuuji would come right away. “If you say yes now, I am taking you into our bed, and we are jacking off together.” He says, his voice dropping in an octave.
The boy’s cock jolts in interest, another shiver of excitement taking his breath away, and really, there is nothing more Yuuji would want than that right now.
“Yes, please.” He utters breathlessly.
“Yuuji.” His husband rasps in a hoarse voice, and thank gods he is away from the boy's ears, because otherwise Yuuji would come right away. “If you say yes now, I am taking you into our bed, and we are jacking off together.” He says, his voice dropping in an octave.
The boy’s cock jolts in interest, another shiver of excitement taking his breath away, and really, there is nothing more Yuuji would want than that right now.
“Yes, please.” He utters breathlessly. _______________
Satoru admits that he went a little bit too far, but he doesn't regret it. Yuuji proposing to him to find sex partners made the man so mad. He was aware that it was just dictated by his wife’s worry, but he couldn't stop thinking that maybe it was the opposite. Maybe the boy wants to have a different partner than Satoru, too. Maybe one day Yuuji will decide to have sex with a woman and lose his virginity. And this thought alone made the man infuriated. Because how could anyone even touch his wife without Satoru's permission?
Yes, he snapped. Yes, he got carried away with his teasing. Yes, he shamelessly let the boy touch his hard-on through his pants, and it just escalated from that. But it doesn't matter now, when Yuuji is all flushed and out of breath only after some kissing, looking at Satoru pleadingly, alluringly. So cute, yet so hot.
The man had a tough time with his own erection, also aware of his wife's arousal, so he took Yuu-chan into his arms, and the way the boy fitted there perfectly wasn't left unnoticed. Satoru led them to their bed, then he seated them with the man leaning on the headboard and Yuuji sitting between his legs, facing him. His wife's sultry expression should be illegal. Satoru decided right there that no one could see Yuuji like this beside him.
And here they are, Satoru stroking their cocks pressed together, squelching noises echoing through their room, the lube that he poured earlier doing its job. Yet again, the man isn't entirely focusing on himself, more absorbed with his wife panting softly into his neck, Yuu-chan's head resting on Satoru's shoulder, and his hands fisting into his husband's back. It's amazing how utterly wrecked the boy is from all of this. Yuuji is so sensitive, showing his adorable reactions and making ravishing erotic sounds. He's so astonishing. The man wasn't this turned on in a while.
“Hey, Yuu-chan, wanna kiss again? It will feel even better.” Satoru offers, and for a moment he thinks that the boy didn't hear him, but then his wife raises his head, eyeing the man’s lips and leaning towards him expectantly.
Cute
Satoru catches the boy's lips eagerly with a smile and grins even more when he picks up the pace with his hand, putting a bit more pressure which makes Yuuji moan loudly into his mouth. He has an urge to praise his wife for being so sexy and so beautiful, but the man doesn't stop kissing him heatedly, feeling himself getting closer to the release. Then Yuu-chan shivers, pulling away from the kiss with a whimper.
“Tell me what you need, Yuuji.” Satoru demands breathlessly, pumping their cocks even quicker.
A broken moan. Then. “Toru.” The boy whimpers, and shit, the man almost comes at the way Yuuji said it. That was dangerous. Satoru grits his teeth and waits. “My—my ears.” Yuu-chan cries shyly.
Fuck. That's so hot.
The man leans towards his wife's left ear and lets himself just pant into it loudly, feeling how the boy is tensing at the sensation.
“You are so gorgeous like that, Yuu-chan.” He praises in a low voice, and his wife's breath hitches. “Show me, Yuuji. Show me your face while you are climaxing.” Satoru groans at the thought, almost reaching his peak himself, heat pooling into his lower abdomen, and Yuu-chan makes a choked sound, trembling all over. “Come for me.”
And his wife does, with a whined “Toru”, and the man follows instantly, admiring Yuu-chan's blessed expression and groaning in pleasure. The boy gasps for breath, his eyes hooded and glistening. He leans to place his head tiredly on Satoru's shoulder again.
“Are you okay, Yuuji?” He asks, reaching for the tissues to wipe their mixed semen.
His wife hums weakly, and the man chuckles. So, so adorable.
“Wanna repeat it someday?” Satoru grins, kissing the boy’s cheek.
This time, Yuu-chan hums with more enthusiasm, and the man huffs a quiet laugh.
Yeah. He's definitely not letting go of Yuuji. Or allowing anyone see this side of the boy. Ever. ___________________
I can't believe I wrote this shit, anyways guys vote,comment
