Gojo was always loud. Or maybe loud wasn’t the right word. Gojo was always mouthy.

The sorcerer always had something to say; some little quip, a flurry of borderline sinful compliments when you wore a particularly flattering outfit, teasing words with no real bite when you found yourself caught in an impromptu back and forth, or a constant barrage of taunts and cocky insults thrown at the opponent while he was fighting.

Suffice to say that you were used to the constant hum of his presence, his smooth voice filling the quiet even when he’d do better to keep his mouth shut.

It was silly of you to expect that he’d be any different behind closed doors.

He couldn’t keep quiet even when his mouth was thoroughly occupied, smooth words still spilling out from between his lips despite being neck deep in eating you out.

The bedroom was filled with frankly obscene sounds; slips of half muffled moans, and broken mumbling. Satoru still managing to ramble a slew of compliments and filthy flirtations with his face nestled so tight into your pussy that you thought he might leave an imprint - his perfect profile pressed between your thighs.

“That’s it baby. Just relax and let me make you feel good, m‘kay?” He murmured into your inner thigh, lips brushing skin in a breathy kiss, voice so rough it sent a prickle of goosebumps over the bare flesh.

Satoru swallowed a groan, pressed another chaste kiss to your thigh before he craned his head back, taking a moment to survey the utter mess he’d made of you. Your breath hitched when you caught sight of him in return.

Blue eyes like glimmering melted ice shards, half hidden beneath pale lashes, lowered lazy and hazed thickly with lust. Lips bitten pink and glistening with your arousal, spit smeared slick along the line of his jaw up to his pale cheeks.

“Fuck… can’t believe you let me do this to you.” He breathed, voice rough with unabashed desire, clearly as awestruck by the view as you were.

In a moment of uncharacteristic patience, he sucked in a slow breath and kneaded at your thighs with his slender fingers, ran his thumbs along the delicate bone at the crux of your hips and spread you open a little more.

You bit your lip, whined as you watched him crane his head, lips parted to drool another slow, obscene line of spit straight onto the twitching muscle. You kept your eyes fixed on him, entranced by the glistening thread connecting his lips to you before he dipped back down and encapsulated your cunt once again in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.

You jolted in his grasp and moaned out his name in a slow, whiny breath - vision gone fuzzy at the edges.

“Ah, ‘toru!…”

You felt his own responsive groan reverberate from his chest, sending a rumble of vibration up to where his lips were pressed flat over you. A lightening strike of pleasure shot up your spine.

“Shh I know baby, I know. It just feels sooo good, right?” He cooed against your pussy between slow, hot kisses. The string of words was muffled where his chin was smushed up against you.

You nodded wildly, eyes squeezed shut as you rolled your hips up to meet the steady laps of his tongue, listened to the sweet sounds of him hum appreciatively in time with each buck, bobbing his head to meet you halfway.

In that moment nothing else existed in the world aside from you and Satoru. The sound of the mattress squeaking beneath you both, alongside his string of babbled moans, and the feeling of his mouth working you steadily up to a sweet release.

You were so utterly lost in the blinding sensations that you didn’t even hear the car pull into the driveway. Didn’t notice the front door click shut, or the jingle of keys set atop the front table, or even the soft footfalls inching their way toward your room.

In fact, your eyes only winked open when the bedroom door itself creaked, and you whined a truly pathetic sound at the sight that met you.

Suguru stood in the doorway, arms crossed loose over his broad chest. His expression was one of mild amusement, lips pulled into an easy, knowing smile. His hair fell in loose inky threads over his shoulders. Your eyes dipped momentarily from his face to the way his black shirt draped over the long lines of his form, biceps teasing out from the dark fabric before you met his gaze again.

“Looks like you two are enjoying yourselves.” His voice was smooth as ever, like a splash of crisp water against your fevered skin, and you shivered despite yourself.

Satoru seemed entirely unfazed - thanks to his six eyes you supposed - and broke away from his task for only as long as it took to murmur a response.

“mMhmmshe tastes so good, Suguru.”

His words were slurred and heavy as his tongue slipped out between syllables to lap at you.

Geto lingered in the doorway, arms still crossed casually, watching for a few silent moments.

His dark eyes roamed freely over Gojo, taking in the sight. The roll of his jaw, his pale lashes fluttering over blushed cheeks, the way he was absentmindedly rutting into the mattress, letting out little muffled ‘mmphf’ sounds with each grind, his slender fingers splayed over your thighs as he held them apart, pushing down lightly against your pleasured squirming.

Satoru parted from you with a vulgar click and rumbled out a low groan, pressing a wet kiss to you before he tilted his head back and finally made eye contact with Suguru where he was still stood in the doorway.

You weren’t sure how Suguru didn’t flinch when those azure eyes met his - with the intensity of blind desire swirling behind the thin ice, melted as they were with the haze of lust. Even you were shocked by how he looked so utterly gone, so unequivocally pussy drunk just from having his mouth on you.

From your reclined position, you watched the toned lines of Satoru’s throat bob as he swallowed and grinned up at Suguru with a wild, animal smile, his eyes half lidded and a little glassy.

“Wanna taste?” He offered, licked his tongue slow over his lips.

A tendon jumped in Suguru’s forearm as he tapped a finger across his clothed bicep. His gaze flickered up to you, head tilted a little in questioning. You nodded frantically in agreement before you could think.

In the next moment Suguru was pressing a knee into the mattress, slipping down to his hands and knees as he prowled toward you - crossing over the bed like a wild panther, eyes dark and devouring. When he reached your spread legs, his rogue fingers snaked up from your ankles.

Satoru busied himself trailing a hot path of kisses up your curved abdomen, sucking little marks until he reached your bare chest, where he latched onto a pebbled bud.

Simultaneously, Suguru’s hands slid soothing lines up your legs until he reached the valley of your thigh. His eyes were lowered as he thumbed you open on either side, humming in consideration.

“You made such a mess, Satoru.” He tutted, eyes narrowed in judgement.

Satoru released your nipple, and leaned over to replace his pinching fingers on the other bud with his teeth.

“Couldn’t help it.” He muffled innocently through his mouthful.

Suguru gave no further comment, instead he tilted his head down and blew a slow stream of cool air over your exposed pussy, turned the soaked wet slick to ice.

“Hah-!” You flinched, felt yourself twitch absently in response, squirming against his grasp.

“Oh, sensitive are we?” Suguru quirked, seemingly pleased with your reaction.

You propped your lower lip out into a pout. “Please don’t tease, Suguru.”

Satoru - for all his strength - was usually happy to play by your rules. Content to let you squirm, grab, and roll your hips up into him as much as your heart desired, always meeting you with the same eager energy he brought to a fight. Suguru soon made it clear that type of leisurely freedom was not something he was interested in entertaining, at least not tonight.

His fingers bit into your plump flesh, pinning you down against the mattress with an understated strength that made your head spin.

“Be a good girl and stay still now.” He murmured, head craned down as he lowered himself between your thighs, and your jaw went slack when his lips finally made contact.

Lulled into a slow, easy pleasure by Satorus unhurried teasing, you were suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of Suguru’s treatment. Tongue swiping in long, efficient strokes, dipping down to plunge inside for a few stunning strokes before sliding up to trace wide circles over your clit.

“God…” You groaned, rolled your head back against the pillow.

Suguru's hand shifted, big palm sliding over your lower belly, thumb trailing down to tug you open, make room for him to press his lips flat over your clit.

You gasped, head lolled to the side as you twitched in his grasp. He sucked lightly, a flat even pressure that had you throbbing against him as his tongue continued to draw steady circles in a dizzying rhythm.

“Shit…” Satoru finally broke his silence, voice a little breathy as he watched Suguru’s head bob between your thighs. “‘Didn’t know you ate pussy like that Sugu’.”

Suguru hummed in response, not breaking his focus on you. You whined out for him, a muffled slur of his name, fingers gripped so tight into the sheets beneath you that your knuckles turned pale.

“C’mon don’t hog her.” Satoru huffed. “Make some room for me.”

Suguru tilted his head, hand slipping up to cradle your leg and tug you open even wider as he rested his cheekbone against your plush inner thigh, his tongue still sliding steady lines through your folds. Satoru settled down to his left, tucked himself into the empty space next to Suguru between your parted legs.

Sufficiently nestled together - shoulder to cramped shoulder, and with your thighs propped so far open you thought they might snap off - the two began their joint exploration, starting with soft kisses along your tender thighs.

While Satoru sucked slow, dark bruises into your skin, Suguru was biting the opposite thigh, pressing little soothing kitten licks over the marks. The contrast between the sting of teeth and tongue sliding over the darkened indents was nothing short of filthy.

The two men’s temples pressed together, stark contrast of black and white hair tickling the tender skin of your inner thighs. Kisses soon turned to licks, which turned to sucking, which turned to devouring. One mouth dipped low, lapped at your soaked entrance while the other drew little heart shapes over your clit, making stars blink in your blurred vision before they switched places in a dizzying, silently coordinated attack.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t utter a single word or mumble a sound other than the release of a pitiful moan as you watched them move - slips of hot pink tongue brushing against you, and against each other as they crossed paths.

Suguru’s eyes were lowered, only fluttering open when his head bumped unexpectedly into Satoru’s. His brows twitched as he watched the silver haired man press his lips and attach himself to your clit, breaking the steady rhythm - once again selfishly lost in your taste.

You watched Suguru’s hand trail slowly up to the nape of Satoru’s neck, thick fingers carded through pale strands, and Satoru shivered when the fingers tightened, surely sending a prickle of pain along his scalp.

“Don’t be greedy, Satoru.” Came Suguru’s low voice in an even warning.

In the next moment, Satoru’s head was tugged from you with an obscene ‘pop’, and his brow lifted in an expression of surprise and mild irritation before Suguru angled his head and crashed their lips together.

Satoru went limp, any semblance of annoyance immediately dissipated as he melted like jelly into Suguru’s touch. Satoru whined, parted his lips to let the others tongue slip inside with a muffled moan.

“Oh god…” You breathed, blinked wildly - not wanting to miss a second of the sinful sight before you.

You watched through dark lashes, caught the slip of their tongues sliding together, the sound of Satoru moaning as Suguru gripped his nape and guided the roll of his jaw in a vulgar, hungry kiss.

As furiously as it had began, Suguru soon broke the kiss - pulled back from the other man to fix him with a thinly veiled expression of smugness, and Satoru pouted in reply, panting lightly.

“Not fair.” Satoru huffed.

“Hm.” Suguru smiled in reply, that sweet, charming smile that could stop hearts. The kind of look that made you sure that he could get away with anything at all.

Still well and truly dazed, you simply leaned back and blinked, and in the next flutter of your eyelids Suguru was leaning up toward you. His pretty face filled your vision, so close you could feel his breath, could count his dark lashes as he peered up at you through them.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Suguru breathed, voice low and rough. “Didn’t mean to make you feel left out.”

You barely had time to suck in a breath before his lips met yours. You keened when his sharp teeth immediately nipped at your lower lip until you relented, let him lick up inside. You groaned into the kiss, sure that you were fairing no better than Satoru a few moments prior - the taste of yourself sharp and musky on his tongue.

Left with free rein of your lower body, Satoru wasted not a single breath before he was nestled back between your thighs, tongue pushed so deep into your sopping cunt that his nose was pressed into the dark swirls of hair.

You broke the kiss with a strangled cry, and Suguru took the opportunity to join his counterpart once again between the aching spread of your legs.

The rhythm continued. The two remained nestled between your thighs; temples bumping as they devoured you. Lips and tongues sliding together, breaking you apart, interrupting the pattern every so often to kiss each other, or sometimes to kiss you.

In the blur of pleasure, of sensation, it was becoming impossible in your worn mind to tell where you ended and the two men began.

You could do nothing but moan, entirely at their mercy. You dipped your head to meet their waiting mouths when they demanded, sank back into the bed frame when they released you.

Your body was weak beneath the incessant waves of pleasure, head smacked back against the headboard until your voice quirked an octave higher, hips stuttering as you felt the slow steady bubble in your gut suddenly boil blisteringly hot - your orgasm creeping steadily up until it was upon you.

“Mmmohhpleasei’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” You cried, hands sliding down to grasp onto their hair, one fist clenched full of pale spikes, the other threaded through smooth dark threads.

Satoru slid his tongue from where he had been pumping it into you, and lifted his head slightly, humming, breath hot against your sloppy pussy.

“Hear that Suguru? Think she wants to cum.”

Suguru - who had been midway through tracing a slew of letters over your clit - replaced his tongue with his fingers and set a slow rub.

“Who are you asking, princess?” Suguru questioned innocently, before craning his head back to press his mouth against you, sucking hard now.

You shook your head frantically, limbs buzzing numb as tv static, vision blurring dark at the edges like someone had slid a vignette lens over your eyes.

“Sator-Sugu- Either… Both! Just-fuck-…please!” You babbled, knuckles white where they were clenched tight through either man’s hair, tugging in a silent plea.

You felt Suguru’s lips spread into a grin, canines sharp and glinting against your sensitive flesh. Satoru simply groaned, and you pulled a little harder to hear the slip of a moan that worked it’s way from his throat, just as all sound cut out entirely, and you finally tumbled over the edge.

Stars burst behind your eyelids like the flash of a rifle, pleasure sizzling in hot streams through your limbs all the way down to your toes. Thoughtfully, the rhythm set between your thighs eased in time with the waning pulses, sucking and stroking turned to soft laps and kisses - just shy of overstimulating.

You were floating. The sheets below you were plush clouds, the soft kisses being pressed to your thighs, all the way down to your ankles were little slips of sun, rays beaming warm and pleasant over your skin.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl.” A low voice purred into the curve of your throat.

You didn’t bother opening you eyes, not sure you could bear even the weight of your own eyelids with how utterly boneless you felt.