🔞🔞🔞: streamer gojo x streamer geto, in which gojo asks for a collab and geto agrees, only to end up with something better.
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Streamer Satoru, who streams sporadically with a raging fanbase. Sometimes he streams multiple times a week, other times he’s completely silent with the occasional Twitter post.
Streamer Suguru, who streams every week with a schedule, yet with the same fanbase as Satoru’s. Even though they’re a bit more tame, some of the comments he’s read say otherwise.
So it's no surprise when they both wake up to some fans asking them to collaborate. Satoru has no idea who the other is, and neither does Suguru.
Satoru's the first to send a DM to Suguru after joining his Discord server, energy thrumming in his body. He rarely collaborates with people, and when he does, they almost always end in chaos.
Suguru accepts the DM not long after, only to meet with heavily abbreviated text:
> yo whatsup dude do u wnna collab
He raises a singular eyebrow, staring at his computer screen for a good minute before typing in a reply.
> Sure, what times work for you?
The reply he gets is almost instant.
> any time i don't hve a schedule
Just how is Satoru as popular as him?? He's more bewildered and shocked the more he talks with the other guy.
When he said Tuesday, he did not mean being balls deep in Satoru. One thing led to another, and he was already too deep to pull out. Literally.
Satoru's whorish moans fill the entire hotel room, angelic hair framing flushed red cheeks as Suguru takes him in missionary.
"Oh– Oh fuck, Suguru!" He mewls, back arched and perky nipples all swollen from Suguru's earlier attacks. The tight heat that he finds himself sucked into grips onto him like a vice, earning a few quiet groans.
He's doing nothing to filter his moans, all spilling from red lips.
"Haah– Quiet, Satoru," He whispers in his ear, "Don't want the others to hear us now, do you?" And Satoru nods his head diligently.
It's all Suguru needs before the tip of his cock kisses up to Satoru's prostate, and once again, the man underneath him breaks down beautifully.
Sounds of skin against skin are timed with punched-out moans, and Suguru lets himself be consumed with the heat of the moment, "Oh- Yes Suguru, right- shit, right there!"
Broad hands hold milky thighs, spreading them wide open to reveal Satoru's weeping cock.
It's head is a dark purple, endlessly dribbling down precum which pools and gather's at Satoru's stomach. And if Suguru squints, he can see a tiny bump just above the pelvic bone. He can see himself through Satoru's skin.
His eyes darken, a new wave of lust washes over him.
"Oh fuck, you don't know how pretty you are," He breathes, resulting in a flutter of a hole around his cock. Satoru gets off to praise.
"Yeah? Y'like that, pretty?" He huffs out a laugh, sweat coating their bodies as he takes and takes from Satoru, revelling in loud cries.
He's long forgotten about the silence. Let the whole hotel hear him, for all he cares.
"More– Mm! More, please-haah!" Satoru grins his hips up in time with Suguru's thrusts, hands flying from sheets to grip tanned shoulders. He's crying now, properly crying, on Suguru's dick.
His assault on Satoru's prostate is relentless from then on, and they both cum at the same time. Satoru cums with a loud cry of Suguru's name, hands pulling and tugging on long strands of hair.
Suguru fills Satoru up to the very brim, the small bump swelling larger.
They both breathe heavily, Suguru's body nearly slumping over Satoru. Their foreheads are pressed together, and a dopey smile paints Satoru's face, before he asks.
"Have you ever considered an OnlyFans?"
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