The plan was simple: find out who this dude is and then, well, he will see after he meets him.  Admittedly, he swallows a bit nervously when the asking around leads him to a tattoo shop in a sketchy neighborhood he’s never been to before.

He pushes the door open and is immediately welcomed with hard rock music playing loudly on some speakers. Other than that the shop looks pretty neat, walls covered in cool and impressive tattoos pictures.

It doesn’t smell like weed (he doesn’t know what a tattoo shop in a sketchy neighborhood would smell like so he’s taking a wild guess) and if he ignores the girl behind the counter watching him with bored eyes, it's actually interesting.

Satoru walks with confident steps until he stands in front of her. “I’m looking for,” he looks down at his phone to read the name “Geto Suguru” The girl continues watching him without blinking. She blows a chewing gum in his face then asks “Do you have an appointment?”

Satoru’s mouth opens, then closes. He feels annoyance prickling under his skin but he tries to not let it show. All tattoo artists work with appointments these days. It doesn’t mean this dude is anything special. “No, but I’m-”

“Sorry, he doesn’t take clients on the spot. You have to book an appointment on our website” The girl interrupts, not even giving him a chance to explain and this time he doesn’t hide the scowl on his face. His patience is gradually running thin.

The girl blows the chewing gum again in his face. His left eyebrow twitches. “I’m not here for a tattoo” “Oh. What for then?” Right. What for then. He swallows, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to come up with a lie without being too obvious.

Maybe he should’ve gone with the tattoo excuse. He wouldn’t be getting one, God forbid he ever lets a needle near his skin, but at least he will have an appointment to meet the pretentious asshole.

The girl starts eying him weirdly and Satoru knows he has to come up with something fast. He has to- The door to a back room opens and both he and the girl turn their heads to look. The girl remains unfazed,unbothered as she points her chin in a greeting or whatever but Satoru..

Satoru feels a shiver run down his spine and all the way to his toes. The man has got to be the hottest human being Satoru has ever seen, long black hair in a half up style, sharp features and defined jawline, piercings on his eyebrows, the corner of his bottom lip and his ears.

And then..the tattoos. The tattoos almost covering his entire body (whatever he’s seeing anyway thanks to the tight black tank top he’s wearing), some even stretching all the way to his neck.

Satoru feels his mouth go dry instantly when his eyes lock with deep brown ones. When the man steps closer to the counter he realises, despite how tall and imposing he looked, he’s still slightly shorter than Satoru and that should count for something right?

No, it doesn’t, because Satoru realises it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter with a chest that wide and shoulders that broad. He can still tower over him easily if he wanted to (does Satoru /want/ him to? he’s not sure)

“What’s going on?” He asks carefully, voice calm, steady, and Satoru (he’s petty, sue him) interrupts just when the girl opens her mouth to speak. “Are you Geto Suguru?” His voice doesn’t shake and he mentally pats himself on the back.

The man’s head tilts slightly to the side, a simple gesture but somehow so effortlessly attractive. “Who’s asking?” “I’m Momo’s boyfriend” “Oh” Geto Suguru (he’s sure that’s him now) seems to be genuinely surprised.

Satoru takes this as his chance to gather his shit together and shake off whatever spell he’s been put under ever since the man walked in. “Yeah, Oh fucking indeed” “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend”

Geto’s tone is honest, Satoru can see it on his face but he still rolls his eyes. “No shit”

Geto shrugs, then with his eyes shamelessly scanning all over Satoru’s body and his tongue out to swipe over the metallic piercing says “She never mentioned you. Although now I’m thinking she should’ve.”

Satoru decides right then and there that he doesn’t like this Geto Suguru. He doesn’t like him in the slightest, and if she hadn’t dated /him/, he surely would’ve said Momo’s taste in men sucks.

♡ Satoru’s head hits the wall with a soft thud. Geto’s lips are on his neck now, hungrily biting the skin there and then soothingly dragging his tongue (his /pierced/ tongue) over the freshly made bruise.

The sensation makes his entire body tingle with arousal, the cold of the metal and the hot swipe of Geto’s tongue a perfect contrast that he just throws his head back again and lets out a loud moan “God”

“Just Suguru is fine” Geto mumbles against his jaw before trailing more kisses there and Satoru can feel his cocky smirk against his skin, can feel his own dick twitching pathetically at a particularly harsh suck on his throat.

He tries to say something back, at least smack him against the chest or face or whatever he can reach but all thoughts leave his mind when the leg Geto had pressed between his thighs presses harder, makes him choke on his own saliva.

“How-How did we even get here?!”  He manages to let out when Geto moves to the other side of his neck, roughly stretching the collar of his shirt to expose his collarbone and mark him there. “You said your dick game was better, I said no way, you said prove it”

He doesn’t know how Geto’s voice manages to stay collected and steady when Satoru feels like he will collapse if it weren’t for the arms gripping his waist and the leg between his thighs keeping him up.

“I didn’t-I didn’t mean on me, asshole” His grip on Geto’s shoulder tightens as his hips move on their own, chasing the fraction.

Geto thankfully doesn’t disappoint as he presses harder, hoists him up until Satoru is practically riding his thigh while he leans to whisper in his ear “Details”

His teeth wrap around his earlobe and Satoru’s breath hitches. He can’t help the way his other arm wraps around his neck to pull him closer, to feel more of his body heat against him like they weren’t already close enough.

Geto’s thigh muscles are hard and so delicious against his hard member, the wet fabric of his jeans only making him more sensitive. He’s close. He can feel himself close and he still tries to say anything other than the shameless and loud moans he’s been letting out.

“What do you mean details? You-Ooh God,,you fucked my girlfriend, asshole” “And now I’m gonna fuck you so you’re even” With those words the pressure against his hard dick is gone. Satoru’s eyes water a little at the loss of his orgasm, so close but completely ruined.