Satoru slammed the door shut behind them and Suguru was already on him, shoving him face-first against the wall. "Strip, now," Suguru growled, yanking Satoru's jacket off his shoulders. Satoru's cock was already hard, straining against his pants as Suguru's hands ripped the shirt open and grabbed his tits, squeezing hard enough to bruise.
Suguru spun him around, dropped to his knees, and tore Satoru's pants down. "Look at this pretty dick," he muttered before swallowing it whole. Satoru groaned, hips jerking forward as Suguru sucked him sloppy and deep, spit running down his balls. Suguru pulled off with a wet pop and stood, shoving two fingers into Satoru's mouth. "Suck. Get them wet."
Satoru did, tongue working between the digits while Suguru freed his own thick cock. It slapped heavy against Satoru's thigh, already leaking. Suguru spun him again, kicked his legs apart, and shoved those spit-slick fingers straight into his ass. No warning, just two knuckles deep, twisting and scissoring.
"Fuck, you're tight," Suguru said, adding a third finger fast. Satoru moaned and pushed back, hole clenching around the intrusion.
Suguru pulled his fingers out and lined up. He slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying his cock to the hilt. Satoru cursed, forehead pressed to the wall, ass burning and stretching around the thick shaft. Suguru didn't wait. He fucked him hard and fast, hips snapping, balls slapping Satoru's taint with every stroke. "Take it," he grunted. "Take every inch like the slut you are."
Satoru reached down to jerk himself off but Suguru slapped his hand away. "No. You come on my cock or not at all." He grabbed Satoru's hips and pounded deeper, angling to nail his prostate. Satoru’s legs shook. Pre-cum dripped from his untouched dick onto the floor.
Suguru pulled out, spun him around, and shoved him onto the bed. He climbed on top, hooked Satoru's knees over his shoulders, and drove back in. The new angle made Satoru yell. Suguru leaned down, biting at his neck while he fucked him in short, vicious thrusts. "Gonna fill this hole," he rasped. "Gonna pump you so full you leak for days."
Satoru clawed at Suguru's back, nails digging in. "Do it. Fuck me harder." Suguru obliged, pace turning punishing. The bed slammed against the wall. Sweat slicked their skin. Suguru's cock dragged over Satoru's prostate again and again until Satoru was babbling, hole fluttering.
Suguru reached between them and finally wrapped a hand around Satoru's cock, stroking rough and fast in time with his thrusts. "Come," he ordered. Satoru came with a shout, cum shooting across his own stomach and chest. His ass clamped down hard. Suguru groaned and buried himself deep, pulsing hot and thick inside him. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop into Satoru's wrecked hole.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Suguru pulled out slow, watching his cum trickle out. He pushed two fingers back in, fucking it deeper. "Not done yet," he said, already getting hard again. Satoru grinned through the haze, legs spreading wider. "Then shut up and fuck me again."
Suguru flipped him onto his stomach, yanked his hips up, and sank back inside the messy, cum-slick hole. This round was slower but just as filthy, Suguru grinding deep while he reached around to pinch Satoru's nipples and stroke his oversensitive cock. Satoru pushed back, taking it, hole making wet sounds around the thick length. Suguru came again with a low curse, adding another load.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat and cum cooling on their skin. Suguru's fingers stayed inside Satoru, lazily pumping the mess around. Satoru sighed, satisfied and sore, already thinking about round three.
