Gojo Satoru

Satoru had a new hobby--playing pool.

In the beginning, he was often resigned to going out to bars in order to play. But the desire for a more private setting had won out, and before long, a billiard table was positioned where his dining table used to be.

Satoru had been so happy when his new pool table arrived that he had begged Suguru to come over and play. They could probably pop open a few beers (well, juice for the non-alcoholic Satoru) and play a few rounds after a hardworking day.

But Suguru had to be the most responsible person on the planet, choosing to sort out some curse issue downtown rather than spend some time with his best friend.

So Satoru called you.

Within minutes of you entering his apartment, Satoru had handed you your own cue and shortly, he had finally been indulged in game of pool. Satoru was both smug and incredibly overbearing, often peering over your shoulder to examine you taking a shot.

Eventually, the excitement and love of pool had stimulated his teacher instincts, and on your next turn, Satoru had put his cue aside and stepped behind you. "Okay, I can no longer in good conscience keep watching you play like this." Satoru says in exasperation.

His chest pressed against your back as one of his hands gripped your hip, gently nudging you to bend over the edge of the billiard table. His other hand dragged along your cue before reaching your fingers and guiding you to hold the cue properly.

"Looky here, sweets." Satoru tuts, positioning one of your hands at the end of the cue and the other at the front. "Between the thumb and forefinger. Like this, see?"

Satoru hums, his own excitement in teaching you completely overshadowing the intimacy of your position. He pressed even closer, his lips hovering beside your ear, his hot breath against your ear as he presses his crotch firmly against your ass.

"You're a little tense, aren't you?" Satoru giggles against your ear, pressing himself even closer so that you were completely encased in his body warmth and scent. "Relax," he whispers, his lips nudging against your ear. "I won't bite."