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Satoru hated this time of the month. He hated the cramps and the mood swings and the cravings. He hated the bloating and sleepiness. But most of all, he hated how horny it made him. He turned over on his couch and glared at the show Netflix decided to play for him. There were no classes today, and he had no other obligations, so he was free to wallow alone. Except he didn’t want to be alone. He wanted his boyfriend to come over and make the pain go away. He needed Suguru to come over, bend him in half and— Satoru groaned out loud and kicked his fuzzy blanket off. He grabbed one of his—Suguru’s—hoodies and pulled on some loose fitting pants. He needed to be jerked, fucked, and sucked yesterday, period cramps be damned. Mind made up, Satoru grabbed his keys and locked the door. He could already feel a low throbbing between his legs just thinking about his boyfriend. By the time he made his way across the campus and to Suguru’s dorm, he was ready to strip naked right then and there. He knocked and waited very impatiently. When Suguru opened the door, Satoru’s mouth began to water. Suguru’s hair was pulled up, his signature bangs hanging loose. He wore a tight fitting shirt and sweats that made his thighs look increasingly bite-able. He raised an eyebrow but smiled. “I thought you were too tired to get up?” he asked, quoting Satoru from earlier that day. Satoru rolled his eyes and kicked his shoes off. Suguru softly kicked the door shut and watched Satoru struggle to wrestle his hoodie off. “Getting right to it?” Suguru teased, amusement leaking into his tone. Satoru huffed, skin feeling extra warm. He dragged his pants down slim thighs and shuffled over to Suguru in just his boxers. He grabbed the waistband of Suguru’s pants and tugged. “Off,” he grunted. Suguru snorted quietly but let Satoru do as he pleased. Satoru kicked his lips at the first sight of Suguru’s dark happy trail. Suguru let Satoru shimmy his pants down past his hips before he stepped out of them himself. Suguru lifted his shirt over his head and Satoru’s underwear grew damp and sticky. He almost whined at the sight of Suguru’s perfectly healed scars. Suguru was always gorgeous before, so how he looked even more so after top surgery would always baffle him. He chewed on his bottom lip and slid his boxers down. Suguru’s dick stood out proudly from in between his flushed folds. Satoru slid a finger in between his legs to tease at his slit and soaked in the faint sound that slipped from Suguru’s mouth. Suguru gently grabbed his hand and removed his slightly sticky fingers from his heat. Satoru did whine out loud this time. Suguru shushed him gently and led him to the bed in the corner of his room. He lay Satoru down on his back and kissed the underside of his jaw. Satoru wondered if he could feel how his pulse fluttered like the wing of a hummingbird. He sighed and melted against the sheets as Suguru’s kisses trailed further and further down. He blew cool air on one of his nipples, pinching the other lightly. Satoru groaned and spread his legs, inviting Suguru closer. Suguru groped his small breasts before moving on. He kissed Satoru’s sternum, them down and along his ribs. All the while he rubbed a soothing hand over the ache in his belly. Satoru gasped when Suguru’s lips grazed over his aching dick. He threaded long fingers through Suguru’s pretty hair. “Suguru,” he whined. Suguru nodded, knowing now wasn’t the time to tease his boyfriend. Satoru was in pain, and he needed Suguru to take care of him. Suguru pulled back and Satoru frowned, missing the warmth from Suguru’s sturdy body. Suguru sat on the bed beside him and leaned back. “Take those off,” Suguru said, pointing at Satoru’s now soaked boxers, “and come sit up here, pretty boy.” And Satoru just about moaned from that alone. He scrambled to take his underwear off and straddled Suguru’s chest. Suguru smiled and stroked his cheek, Satoru leaning into his touch like a needy cat. “Turn around, okay, baby?” Satoru nodded quickly and did as he was told. He shuddered when his face was centimeters away from Suguru's large clit. He wanted a taste so bad, but he’d wait and see what Suguru wanted him to do. “Do whatever you want, baby.” That was the only warning he got before a flat tongue lapped at his pussy, the cold metal of his tongue piercing like a tiny balm against his burning core. Satoru gasped sharply and turned to look at Suguru over his shoulder. “Suguru,” he hissed. “Isn’t that gross?” he asked. It was no secret he was on his period. In fact, most people knew because of his bitchiness and his inability to keep his mouth shut. It didn’t bother him. Not when he had everything he could ever want and need underneath him, face buried between his thighs. Suguru just shrugged. “Not really,” he said. “Different, yeah, but I wanna make you feel good.” The sincerity in his voice allowed Satoru to relax. He leaned back down and kissed Suguru’s hip bone, then poked his tongue out to give tiny licks to his dick. Suguru’s thighs tensed at the stimulation and Satoru lightly sucked on his cock. His eyes widened when Suguru’s devilish tongue and piercing went back to work. Suguru alternated between kissing along his outer labia and running his tongue from his clit to his hole, then back again. Satoru moaned around Suguru’s cock, the vibrations causing Suguru to let out his own muffled groan. Soon, Suguru wiggled his tongue in, piercing catching slightly on his rim. Satoru sighed pleasantly and snuck a finger down towards Suguru’s hole. He slipped a long finger in at the same time Suguru sucked on his hole. “Oh,” he moaned. He could feel Suguru’s smile as he did it again, then again. Suguru parted his folds with one hand and shoved his tongue in as far as it could go. Satoru’s thighs shook as he tried to hold himself up. Suguru slipped two fingers in his leaking hole at once, and drove them in all the way past the second knuckle. Satoru went back to suckling on his cock like it was the sweetest dessert and let the pleasure unfurl in his belly like a flower opening its petals. Suguru’s skilled fingers stroked his warm walls and jabbed at the slightly spongy spot inside of him. Satoru’s whole body jolted, then tensed as his orgasm washed over him like waves crashing against the shore. He removed his mouth from Suguru with a gasp and massaged his clit with nimble fingers. Suguru gripped his hips tightly and Satoru’s fingers sped up. He felt the muscles of Suguru’s stomach clenched before he sagged against the mattress, his orgasm sneaking up on his quietly but fiercely. Satoru smiled and turned himself back around, legs shaky and wobbly. Suguru was wearing his own dopey grin, eyes narrow and soft. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, making his face all sticky and lightly red. “Feel a bit better?” he asked, carelessly wiping his hand on the sheets next to them. Satoru giggled and wiped the rest of the mess from Suguru’s face away. “Yeah,” he said, body going lax in Suguru’s hold. His cramps had lightened and his body was pleasantly tired. Suguru kissed the top of his head and Satoru smiled. “I want chips,” he mumbled into Suguru’s chest after a few moments of peaceful silence. Suguru chuckled and twirled a piece of Satoru’s snow white hair. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Satoru confirmed. He really did have the munchies but getting up felt like too much effort then. Besides, Suguru was incredibly comfortable, and Satoru thought he deserved to be pampered when his body decided to make him bleed each month for at least a week straight. Suguru moved him just long enough to pull pants on himself and a clean pair of his underwear on Satoru. Satoru hoped like hell he wouldn’t bleed through. But, he decided as Suguru cuddled closer, that would be a problem for future Satoru.