White text on a black background that reads: They’re an image of debauchery, a painting of sin in soft glow with brushstrokes so intimate they are lewd. Even as Suguru grabs Shoko’s hips to drag her over his cock, he can’t help but be focused on the image. Golden candlelight forms a gentle curve over her back. Then, her hips cant, softest muscles holding him tight until he closes his eyes in bliss. As Suguru opens them, he meets Satoru’s lagoon blues, unfocused and watery with pleasure which leads his gaze up and up to Sukuna who looms over their love and grips his waist, bruising and bucking into him. His harsh masculinity lays in contrast to Satoru’s delicate androgyny: a Renaissance rendition of an incubus defiling an angel. Three pairs of hands find Satoru as he releases a needy whimper. Between them, Shoko and Satoru embrace one another like tender lovers, though Suguru knows they aren’t lovers and neither has much tenderness to them. She moans loud into Satoru’s mouth, her pussy pulsing around Suguru in a hot, wet embrace that makes his toes bunch over the hardwood. “Fuck. Getting close,” she rushes, “Getting so close.” Satoru moves a hand to her soaked pussy, and she gets louder at first, but then tightens up, groans a little groan that does not sound pleasurable. Satoru must be overeager again. Most times, he’s not gentle or patient enough for women — he needs guidance. Suguru moves a hand between them, over Satoru’s clumsy fingers. “Gentle, my Sato.” He coaxes Satoru to move his fingers slow and light over her clit. “Oh fuck!” Her thighs quake and that hot grip pulses over Suguru’s length. She’s cum once over Satoru’s tongue, but Suguru wants to feel it around him. He’s been holding himself back to accomplish it. Let her fall over the peak drag him from his own threshold. Sukuna leans over Satoru and over Shoko. With his lips to her crown, he demands, “Cum for us, pretty girl.”
White text on a black background that reads: “Oh fuck,” she whispers high into the air. Her legs shake once again, and they fall together into hot bliss. “Suku, Suku please, one more,” Satoru whispers. Suguru’s face lifts into a tight-lipped smile as he and Shoko ride out their high. Satoru will regret it; he always does. He despairs over his avarice in the aftermath, but he's so pretty in his tears and suffering that Suguru can't help but encourage him with a soft smile and gentle caress. Shoko and Suguru groan as Suguru pulls out, but they remain there, hands on Satoru as he unravels. “You want it, baby?” Sukuna teases. “Need…” A dark laugh breaks against the back of Satoru’s neck. “No, you don’t.” Sukuna punctuates with a harsh thrust that evokes a full-body shudder from Satoru. With the most peaceful expression, Shoko reaches up to pull Sukuna down for a kiss as Satoru is held and jostled between them, gripping onto Shoko for support. Satoru breaks in seconds. “Please!” he shouts. “Please, please. I promise I need it.” Sukuna laughs again, the rumble reaching deep into Suguru’s chest to wind around his heartstrings. “Alright, I’ll indulge you, baby. Since you’re begging so nice… Cum for us,” Sukuna envelopes nearly half his appendage as he wraps a hand around Satoru’s cockhead. Satoru fucking screams. So loud even Suguru’s taken aback. There’s a bright harmony as Sukuna’s bass reaches Satoru’s forte, and they sound so fucking good that Suguru’s softening cock drips with the last of his orgasm.
A very horny WIP Wed. I'm not sure if this is an audience of one and that one is me situation but I love this ship
#sukusashisu #sashisu #satosugu #sukugo