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It had all started with Him. Satoru Gojo.

This was all his fault.

If Suguru had never happened upon that godforsaken app, user Sato_Nyan’s page was brimming with teasing photographs of ambiguous body parts, lingerie hiding a sinfully toned, porcelain perfect body, captions revealing a fiery, teasing personality.

He’d sat up so fast that between that and rush of blood to his lap his head had spun, his grip so tight on his phone he was shocked the poor screen hadn’t shattered in his palm.

Suguru had scrolled all the way down to the man’s first post on the app, frantically reading each caption, committing each photo to memory.

His hand moved lightning fast over his aching cock, making short work of himself as he had one of his most powerful orgasms to date,

Though it was still the first time he’d ever achieved that level of bliss on his own.

Until he saw the phone number at the top of the man’s profile, coupled with the note:

~call me any time~

*Any time.*

He glanced at the clock, scowled, and punched his fingers against the screen.

*We’ll see about that…*

He muted himself immediately and stared down at the screen intently, waiting for the man to answer.

When the model finally accepted the call and spoke, Suguru could hear the irritation in his voice.

“Do you know what time it is??”

Suguru chuckled and opened up the text thread between their numbers, typing with one hand as he slowly stroked his already rehardened cock.

-5 am? Your page said any time…

Even annoyed the man’s voice was like a sirens call to his need, the way he huffed, speechless at the seemingly pitiful, but truthful message.

“You called me at five am just to text instead of talking back? I’m going to hang up”

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ping!

ping!

ping!

ping!

Satoru groaned and rolled onto his stomach, the soft sound chirping from his nightstand rousing him out of a heavy sleep. He lazily reached out and grabbed it, scowling as he blinked the sleep from his eyes.

ping!

ping!

ping!

ping!

-user: sg.1997 has liked your post!

-user: sg.1997 has liked your post!

-user: sg.1997 has liked your post!

-user: sg.1997 has liked your post!

The notifications kept coming in a steady flood. Satoru sighed and opened his phone, propping himself up a bit with his cheek in his palm, squinting as he opened up the app pestering him.

*Who the hell is this horny at five in the morning??* He thought to himself, clicking on the notification bar.

Crystal blue irises rolled back with annoyance at the sight of the blank profile picture and basic username.

He clicked on the profile anyway, intent to see exactly who had disturbed his sleep, hesitating when he saw the singular post.

Long black hair hanging loosely around broad shoulders… the photo was cropped just so that a whisper of the man’s sharp jawline could be seen.

Satoru understood the desire for privacy online, none of his own photos showed anything above his distinguished collar bones save for a peek or two at his soft, slender neck.

He really didn’t need to see more to know the man was his type. It was curious that the man hadn’t followed him yet, despite liking every single one of his pictures…

and then his phone was ringing.

Satoru pushed himself up and away from his phone, reeling back as if it had come to life on his mattress, blue eyes wide, jaw nearly at his chest to make way for his horrified gasp.

He cursed softly and quickly picked up his phone, answering the call so he could give the man a piece of his mind.

“Do you know what time it is?” He snapped, making sure to lay his annoyance on thick.

The other line was dead silent, and then his phone pinged again.

-5 am? Your page said any time…

Satoru scoffed, rolled his eyes, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again with a frustrated groan.

“You called me at five am just to text instead of talking back? I’m going to hang up”

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Suguru chuckled softly, he had anticipated this. He swiped back to the man’s page and clicked the link in his bio to deposit money into his account, sending double the price listed for phone calls.

There was a noise on Satoru’s end, like he was shifting against fabric.

“Alright. So what you want me to talk you though it?”

Apparently his tribute had been sufficient, he could hear the grin in the man’s voice. Suguru rolled his eyes and typed another message.

-through what? :)

He was playing coy, for now, content to stroke himself to anything that came from the phone’s speaker at this point as long as it came from the anonymous model he was pestering.

“Oh please, I’m aware of the general reaction to my posts. I know you’re touching your dick”

Suguru grinned, a bit dumbfounded by the surprisingly bitter attitude the seemingly soft man held. He tightened his grip on his cock and stroked it with a bit more purpose as he typed his next message.

-alright, you’ve got me there. But no, I’d rather listen to you talk yourself “through it” if I have a choice.

He slowed his pace a bit as he waited for a response, listening to the man breath as he read the message. The pause was becoming too long for his liking though, so he typed another quick message, smirking at his screen

-still there, Sato_nyan?

He used the man’s screen name, his mind immediately wandering to what his real name could possibly be. He made a mental note to google the model’s phone number after the call (a thought that would shake his life to the core)

“I charge more for that kind of thing”

Suguru scoffed, how greedy. He scrolled through the short, cutely decorated ‘menu’ on the boys page and sent the listed amount, doubling it again to show how serious he was.

“You’re already insufferable”

Suguru chuckled, pleased to hear the sound of the model’s palm rubbing himself through fabric, matching his strokes pace to the soft sounds coming through the phone speaker.

-I’m not hearing much talking…

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A few beats of silence and then another ping, this time the more preferable kind, the kind that signified money being deposited into the account in the bio of his page, double his price for calls at that. Satoru grinned, feeling a bit less offended about his rude awakening.

“Alright. So what you want me to talk you though it?” He mused, leaning back on his palm, holding the phone to his ear with the other hand, his tone more relaxed now.

Ping!
-through what? :)

Satoru had to hold back a groan at that. So lame, it wasn’t hard to guess what the man was doing behind his side of the call, especially when he was muted.

“Oh please, I’m aware of the general reaction to my posts.” He scoffed, letting a little bit of his irritation show

“I know you’re touching your dick”

He was surprisingly vulgar and crude when it came to phone calls, he found most of his fans usually liked the sharp contrast between his aura of disinterest and the pretty, pastel lingerie he posted himself wearing.

Ping!
-alright, you’ve got me there. But no, I’d rather listen to you talk yourself “through it” if I have a choice.

Satoru read the message a few times, silently, to himself, then read it again. His cheeks burned hot, any attempts at a response dying in his throat, the silence drawing out longer.

Ping!
-still there, Sato_nyan?

Satoru let out an unamused hum, frowning at his phone

“I charge more for that kind of thing” he quipped shortly, glancing down at his sheets as he fidgeted with a loose thread.

Part of him hoped the caller would give up, but the telltale “ping!” of more money dropping into his account rang out, crushing that hope. He sighed softly and pinched his nose for a moment

“You’re already insufferable” he grumbled, irritated. Regardless, he laid back in bed and began gently palming himself through his shorts to get himself hard.

ping!
- I’m not hearing much talking…

Satoru rolled his eyes and let out a soft huff