Work Text:
Susanoo was no stranger to quiet. Sometimes, moments like this could be calm, even
peaceful. It wasn't too warm or too cold, and there was nothing important-nothing urgent, that
needed to be done. There was always stuff he could do, of course. But needed? Nothing was
so important at the moment that it couldn't wait for later. Even so, something was missing.
His surroundings were simple-a bed of sorts to sleep on, the world's most plain, functional
night stand accompanied by a small trash can, a closet filled with often neglected things, and
a mirror. The mirror was only large enough to show most of his face and only if he stood
close to it. But why bother? He had no need to see his own face right now-in fact, he'd much
rather see another face. Your face.
People came and went, as did all things in the cycle of life. Susanoo was tolerated by some of
them, even respected, perhaps, by a smaller number. But right now, only one of them was on
his mind. Susanoo didn't concern himself much with things like feelings. Feelings, just like
people, came and went. If he had feelings, he either acted on them or he waited until the right
moment to do something about them. Perhaps now, Susanoo realized, was one of those
moments. The right moment.
The moment he met you was, at least in his opinion, a fine moment indeed. Though Susanoo
was not a man who struggled to do many things, things like love and friendship did not often
enrich his life. Loneliness was a constant companion dogging him every step of the way, no
matter where he went or what he did. Hanging over him like a black cloud, it obscured the
light of the sun, leaving him at odds with the rest of the world. To say he was glad to meet
you was an understatement. People rarely understood Susanoo and he rarely understood them
in turn. To find someone he liked, someone nice, kind, thoughtful, and caring, who also liked
him in return, he would never let such an opportunity go to waste.
You, however, as sweet, pleasant, and lovely as you were, were not there now. You hadn't
been there for a while. Life kept you away from him for a while and Susanoo, never one to
bother wasting time lying to himself, missed you. You would return eventually, but loneliness
was loneliness and while there was no way to rid himself of it now, he could distract himself
from it and that was almost as good.
To distract himself, Susanoo relied on simple, reliable tricks. One was to swing a sword,
training until he fell over from exhaustion. If only he had the time. But he didn't have the
time. It was too late, or, perhaps, by now, too early. Once he picked up a blade, it would take
hours, Susanoo remaining absorbed in his own world until his body gave up. He didn't have
that kind of freedom right now, regrettable as it was. His other option was much simpler, but
required privacy, which he had plenty of at the moment.
It wasn't difficult to convince himself. You were not only a kind, wonderful friend but he had
scarcely remembered seeing another woman as beautiful and charming as you. With soft
skin, pretty, doe-like eyes, and no shortage of alluring features, thoughts of you popped
unbidden into his mind. He was alone and already sitting on his bed, so he lied down, not
quite motivated enough to remove the loose, plain robe he wore so he opted just to open it.
Without having anything on underneath, he wrapped his hand around his cock, starting out
with a slow, gentle method of stroking. He had just enough time to justify it, so why not?
Besides, being half hard already, it wasn't like it would take too long either way. He may have
not had as much success with other people as he wanted, but time and experience taught him
enough to know these sorts of things. Though things hadn't gone that far with you yet, he
imagined you stroking his cock instead, but after a few moments, it was clear it wouldn't
work. Compared to you, his hands were too rough and calloused, there was no way he could
pretend it was you. Your lips looked soft and delicate, and thus he supposed he would very
much enjoy you taking his cock in your mouth and sucking him off. It wasn't such a bad
thing, though, of course, some people were much better at it than others. But you were very
smart and talented in many things, why wouldn't you be good at that too?
Nice as the thought was, you, of course, couldn't talk to him if you sucked him off, couldn't
even so much as breathe a word. And as nice as it felt to have a woman use her mouth to
pleasure him, not being able to hear you say anything and not being able to truly enjoy how
sweet and lovely your voice was was less than ideal. Not only were you pleasant to talk to, he
couldn't resist thinking about what you would sound like in bed. Surely, anyone with a voice
as pleasing as yours would sound even better if you were moaning and gasping in pleasure
while he took you for himself. If you allowed him to, he would take you in every possible
way a man could take a woman, and perhaps invent something new. The human imagination
was surely a powerful thing, but there was much more that could be said about Susanoo's
imagination. He had quite enough time to nurture it into something that defied description.
By now, the enormity of it was simply too much for most to comprehend.
Besides, he thought, not so idly stroking his cock, the nice thing about fucking you, he could
hear you respond to anything he said, and, depending on how he chose to take you, he could
look into your eyes, gaze at your gorgeous face while your expression twisted in pleasure, all
the better to drink in every last detail of what he could do to you and how he would do it.
Perhaps you might even reach up towards him to wrap your arms around his neck, maybe
even lock your legs around his waist, all the better to take him as well as you possibly could.
What could he do to you? What would you say? How would you respond? These were, at
first glance, simple questions, nothing really unusual. Still, it was enough to get him going.
Sometimes, the simple things in life were the best, after all. Soon, the warm, pleasant heat
gathering below his stomach was stirred to its height, color staining his cheeks as he got
close. After a while, no matter how slow or fast he stroked his cock, there would eventually
be a point where there was no turning back. Imagining you there with him, lying besides him
or underneath him, was more than enough to heat his lust from a simmer to a boil, and
imagining being able to do the same to you was even better. If only you were there. If there
had even been a moment where he could feel his cock throb as intensely as it was at that
moment, he never recalled it.
If only-
Well, regardless, it wouldn't be long now, he was close, and once he realized what he needed
to finish, it wasn't even a question of whether or not to do it.
The things he could do to you, the things you could do with each other-why wouldn't he want
to explore that to its fullest potential? It would be easy-all he had to do was ask.
He thrust his hips up to meet his hand a couple of times, the last thing he remembered
crossing his mind before reaching his climax.
Susanoo's vision went white, and when he could remember how to think again, he spared a
brief glance over to the clock sitting right beside his bed. He found a tissue somewhere and
used it to clean up the evidence of what he had done. If he felt cold later, he reasoned, he
could simply toss the blanket bunched up on the edge of the bed over himself when he felt
like it. Hardly a moment after he closed his eyes, the world went dark until the sun crept
above the horizon the next morning.