First Times, Pt 2
Word Count: 7K
Part two of this mini series, in which Satoru and Suguru finally go alllllllllll the way.
Warnings: First times, blow jobs, rim jobs, anal, top Gojo, bottom Suguru, light spanking, Frotting, desperate fucking, pathetic whimpers teehee, not proof read, MDNI
This was a joy to write, please enjoy and thank you for reading š„°
Once the boys had an idea of what to do with themselves, in true teenage fashion, they couldnāt keep their hands off each other. Since their shower in September, by the time December hit, they were intimately acquainted with each other. There was not a muscle or curve they didnāt have memorized. There wasnāt a moan or gasp they hadnāt heard before. Their throats were covered in hickeys, poor Suguru more than Satoru. Their chests were littered with petal-like kiss marks. Their lips were always recovering from biting and sucking.
They opted to stay low-key in their, now official, relationship. Or, better to say, they just didnāt talk about it around others beyond Shoko. But they all knew. The duoās physical touches lingered longer. Wayward glances from across the classroom. Occasional blushes staining their cheeks at one or the otherās errant teasing. And, of course, the unmistakable red and purple marks peppering Gojoās neck and collarbones that he hadnāt bothered to hide. Suguru at least had the decency to try and make them less noticeable, much to Satoruās chagrin. But still, when asked, the two would just share a look and blink.
āMaybe,ā Satoru would say with a noncommittal shrug.
āWho knows,ā Suguru would answer without looking up from his phone.
And that was it, the only answers they would supply when Haibara, Ijichi, or anyone else for that matter, asked.
āāāāāā¦āā¦āāāāā
Suguru's breaths were heavy as Satoru ground against his thigh and hip. His mouth latched onto the thin skin of his sternum, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses. Hands filled with Satoruās ass, groping with a bruising grip. He moaned as the taller man fisted Suguruās cock, giving firm strokes, trying to see how truly loud he could make him.
āBeg for it.ā Satoruās voice was low, eyes sparkling at the sight of his better half losing control. He loved to see his desperation, his fervent rutting as he fucked into Satoruās hand.
Suguru caught him by the nape, a large hand clasping around his slender neck to pull him down for a kiss. Both panted into each other as Suguru bit at his lower lip, dragging it slowly before letting it snap back.
āYouāre doing so well,ā his voice was like whispered gravel as Satoruās cheeks flamed. Suguru knew praise was the quickest way for him to become unwound. āBeautiful in every way.ā
Satoruās strokes slowed to lazy pumps, lightening his grip with a narrowed glare, but quickly smiling at Suguruās unhappy grouse. āGo on,ā he encouraged through a light pecking kiss, ābeg me to make you cum.ā
Suguru bit his lip, a bit too defiantly for Satoruās liking. He stopped his strokes altogether, pulling a low whine from Suguru as he looked up at him with a foul glare.
āYouāre such a brat,ā he bit out.
āIām not the one throwing a fit over not getting off,ā Satoru smiled devilishly, resuming light, steady strokes, eliciting another stomach-clenching whine from Suguru. āSo go on, Sugu,ā he leaned into his ear, lips brushing his gauged lobe, ābeg for me to make you cum.ā
There was a hitch in Suguruās breath. His eyes shut tight and fingers dug into the backs of Satoruās thighs.
āP-pleaseā¦ā he stammered shyly.
āHeeh? Please what, Sugu?ā Satoru licked just behind his ear, letting his teeth scrape the skin there as Suguruās breath hitched again.
āMake me cum, Toruā¦ā he buried his red face into Satoruās shoulder. āPleaseā¦ā
āHm? Canāt hear you.ā Satoruās teasing was quickly replaced with a barking laugh as Suguru swatted the side of his thigh hard with a throaty growl.
āQuit it.ā His tone was threatening, not that it truly intimidated Satoru. Not that heād admit that, at least.
āWhoās the brat now?ā His strokes picked up speed. Slick lube let his hands slide up and down fluidly as Suguruās breath quickened happily.
āTogetherāā he managed through soft, breathless moans.
Satoru nodded gracefully, taking both their lengths in hand, resuming his fast pumps. āFuck, it feels so good.ā Satoru struggled to keep his breaths even.
The two fell silent save for their moans, concentrating on the hot coil tensing in their stomachs. Moans were occasionally interrupted by the sound of wet kisses. But as they reached the cusp of orgasm, the two grew louder and louder. Much to his dismay, Satoru came first. White covered his fist as he rode out his explosive pleasure. But not too far behind, Suguru threw his head back, a moan caught in his throat as Satoru milked him dry. Satoru latched onto his pulse, licking and sucking hard as he continued his fast stroking.
Suguru grabbed his wrist desperately. āN-not again, no, Toru!ā His whine was borderline a sob, as he knew exactly what Satoru was planning.
Satoru leaned back, one hand pressing hard into the middle of Suguruās chest, holding him down as his other hand continued to stroke him. He smiled wide, studying every inch of his boyfriendās expression. The desperate twitches and low whimpers coming from him were the most beautiful thing heād ever seen. Playing his favorite game, how many times can he make Suguru cum until he actually cries?
āYou know you like it,ā Satoru teased, gripping tighter.
āNo Iāā Suguru interrupted himself with a gasp as he came again, desperately clawing at Satoruās wrist as he saw white.
āSure, whatever,ā Satoru chuckled, looking down at the mess theyād made. The state of delirious Suguru, trembling slightly from his overstimulated orgasm. He insisted he hated it every time Satoru did it. But he knew none of it was true by the embarrassed ire in his boyfriendās eyes.
āShut up,ā Suguru glared.
Satoru hummed, satisfied, as he collapsed, laying his head on Suguruās chest. Listening as his racing heart slowed to a healthy beat. Suguruās hand immediately went to his hair, stroking his sweaty bangs from his forehead.
āYouāre so mean.ā Suguruās glare turned light.
Satoru chuckled softly, mouthing at Suguruās throat lightly, feather-like fingers tracing the pronounced ridges of Suguruās abs down to his toned hips. āYeah, yeah, mean Toru.ā
The two fell into a comfortable silence. Heartbeats syncing as they slowed to match the calm energy of the room.
āDo youā¦ā Satoru bit his lip. āDo you think we should, like, be doing more?ā His voice started confident but lowered significantly at the end of his question.
Suguru craned his neck down to look at the mop of white hair just under his chin. āDo more?ā
Satoru shrugged, ears tinging pink. āLikeā¦sex. Like, more, like all the way.ā
Suguruās brows raised slightly, a ruddy red dusting his own cheeks. āDo you want to?ā he asked.
Satoru shrugged again, burying his face into Suguruās chest.
Suguru smiled warmly. āWe can, if you want. Iād be gentleāā
Satoruās head popped up. āWho said Iām bottom?ā
Suguruās eyes widened a bit and he tilted his head with a lifted brow. āYou want to top me?ā he asked suspiciously.
āWhy do you think I wouldnāt want to?ā Satoru asked sheepishly, cheeks burning red-hot.
It was Suguruās turn to shrug. āI donāt know. You usually like being a pillow princess. You like being pampered. So I always figured youād want to bottom so you can get your fill of attention.ā Suguru teased lightly.
Satoru gawked indignantly. āNo wayā¦ā He sat up. āTurn over, weāre doing this now.ā
Suguru let out a loud, rumbling laugh. One that made Satoruās heart flip. āWhoa, easy tiger.ā He sat up as well, leaning against his bedās headboard. Suguru wrapped an arm around Satoruās waist, easily maneuvering him to straddle Suguruās lap, holding him steady with loose arms wrapped around his hips.
āWhatās going on?ā Suguru purred gently.
Satoru didnāt meet his eyes, swallowing his dry throat, tongue wetting his lower lip.
Satoru pressed his forehead into Suguruās shoulder and mumbled, āIāmā¦nervous, I guess. I dunno.ā
Satoru couldnāt see it, but Suguru smiled fondly. āNervous about what? Iāve seen you naked. Iāve touched you there beforeā¦you know you like anal. Whatās got you like this?ā
Satoru still didnāt answer. A stifled, embarrassed groan escaped him as he tried to convey his hesitations.
Suguru lightly patted Satoruās ass. āSatoru, you can tell me anything. Iām not saying it has to be you on bottom first. Iām trying to figure out whatās got you so wound up,ā he encouraged.
Satoru swallowed again. āDo you rememberā¦the first time you blew me?ā he asked quietly, and Suguru nodded. āHow, likeā¦it was hard for me to be the only one cumming? āCauseā¦ā His face felt like it was on fire.
āTake your time.ā God, he hated Suguruās patience.
āItās weird being the only one, likeā¦out of itā¦ā
āYeah, likeā¦my guard down. I donāt know how else to describe it.ā Satoru couldnāt bring himself to lift his head.
Suguru cocked an eyebrow, pushing Satoru back until his head was off his shoulder. Taking his chin, forcing him to look Suguru in the eye. āSatoru, Iād never do anything to hurt you.ā
Satoruās beautiful blue eyes met Suguruās smoky gaze. āI know thatā¦ā He sighed, scrubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. āI donāt know whatās wrong with me. Itās a lot easier making you cum or cumming together. But if itās just meā¦ā
āIs it embarrassment? Because Iāve seen you do a lot more things you should be ashamed of than just cumming. Are you afraid youāll be bad at it?ā
Suguru hummed lightly, scratching his nails up the length of Satoruās straight spine to the back of his head, threading his fingers through feathery white hair. āOkayā¦alright, how about this.ā Satoru returned his eye. āHow about I bottom our first time and see how you feel. Itās a big step. Iāmā¦nervous too.ā
āI thought you said you didnāt think youād like it?ā Satoru frowned. God, he was lucky to have Suguru and his never-ending patience, as much as he hated it.
Suguru shook his head. āNo, I said I wasnāt sure ācause Iāve never tried it before.ā
āBut you will for me?ā
Suguru chuckled warmly. āIāve done a lot worse for you, Toru. Taking it up the ass is the least of my worries. Besides, if I really hate it, then we can just stop and try again a different time.ā
Satoru only stared, surprised. Suguru was so calm and compliant. Always so gentle and willing.
He was almost jealous of how simple and quickly Suguru agreed, without a second of hesitation, all because he trusted Satoru completely.
Satoru trusted Suguru as well. With every inch of his soul, being, and consciousness. This was his person, his soulmate. The only person who could touch him without expecting it. The only person his infinity submitted for. The only person to exist who had seen him cry, lash out, moan, shake. The only person in the universe who had seen Satoru Gojo be afraid, ashamed, or lack confidence.
He was the moon that pulled and pushed Satoruās ocean. The match that blazed his flame. Suguru was his one and only; the gods truly made him like Eve was made for Adam.
āYouāre sure?ā Satoru asked shyly.
Suguru smiled and nodded. āSure, but not tonight. We have to be up early for a mission and I donāt feel like nursing my asshole the whole time. This weekend?ā
He had three days to make himself a god at fucking.
āāāāāā¦āā¦āāāāā
Satoru stared at Suguruās gray comforter with hard-focused eyes.
He rubbed his eyes furiously, shoving the supplies into a duffel bag, then collapsed onto the bed. Suguru was currently showering in the dorm bathrooms. He had waited anxiously all day while his boyfriend completed his last-minute assigned mission. Suguru looked exhausted when he came back but insisted he felt fine for tonight.
Satoru debated doing something cheesy, like lighting candles, trying to set the mood.
But he settled for some takeout and a new copy of a game he and Suguru had been wanting to play for months for the PS2.
Satoru had just finished pulling their food out when Suguru opened his door, looking and smelling fresh. His hair was damp, like ink spilling down his shoulders and back. Clad in thin, baggy shorts and a black tank top, his broad shoulders, muscled chest, and thick arms were difficult to look away from. God, Suguru was beautiful. Damn any insecure or self-deprecating thought he ever dared to entertain.
āYouāre staring.ā Suguru smiled arrogantly.
Satoru blinked, quickly turning away with pink cheeks. āShut up,ā he grouched.
Suguru chuckled, walking across the room to look at Satoruās little setup. Looking into the takeout bag, he smiled appreciatively. āSoba? Wooooow, youāre really trying to wine and dine me, huh?ā
Satoruās cheeks went from pink to red as he scoffed. āTch, shut up. See if Iām ever nice to you againā¦ā
Suguru kissed him sweetly, lips slotting together smoothly. Satoru melted instantly. He gave a last peck to Satoruās lips, then kissed his forehead.
āThank you, really. Today was long. This is perfect.ā
Satoru scratched at his cheek, heart beating hard and fingers tingling at Suguruās praise.
Self-control, get a hold of yourself, he internally scolded.
Suguru grabbed the plastic soba bowl and a pair of chopsticks, happily digging into his meal as Satoru started up his PlayStation borrowed from his own room.
āHow was your mission?ā Satoru asked as he plugged cords into the wall.
Suguruās hand stalled mid-bite, then resumed as he shrugged. āSame bullshit.ā
āYou gonna be okay? Did you have to absorb anything big?ā Satoru asked, a tinge of worry behind his blue eyes.
Suguruās own eyes fixed on a scuff on his wood floors, an empty expression taking over his features. āNah, Iāll absorb it later. Itās a first grade. Iād rather not be sick all night.ā
Satoru stared a moment. āYou sure?ā he asked.
Suguruās blank expression warmed immediately. āYeah, promise.ā
This time Satoru kissed Suguru, warm and soft. āReady to get your ass beat in Smash?ā he smiled devilishly.
Suguru scoffed. āAs if.ā
Tonight was not Satoruās night. They were five rounds in and he kept losing. Satoru swore by Link, said that he was his lucky character. Somehow, Suguru kept fucking obliterating him with Samus, over and over and over. He was sick of it.
Satoru elbowed Suguru in the ribs, growling through gnashed teeth. āYou motherfucker, I know youāre cheating.ā
Suguru laughed smugly. āMaybe you just suckāā
Satoru, ever the child he was, reached over and pinched Suguruās nipple hard enough to cause the other man to flinch and hiss, moving away to avoid Satoruās grabby fingers before gawking at the screen, watching his character fall over the platformās edge.
Suguru huffed at Satoru in disbelief. āYou are such a baby,ā he barked.
āNo, Iām strategicāā Satoru gasped when Suguru pushed Satoru back by the shoulders, both men falling to the ground as Satoru braced Suguruās fists in a grapple.
āWhoās the baby now!ā Satoru laughed.
Suguru tried to fight his smile as he straddled Satoru, knowing just what his boyfriend was trying to pull.
Satoru bucked his hips hard, rolling the two over until they were reversed. Suguru went limp, allowing his arms to be pinned above his head as he stared up at Satoru.
āOh my, it seems Iāve been compromised. What will you do next, Satoru-bochama?ā
Satoru glared heatedly at the nickname he absolutely loathed as he clicked his tongue. āShut upā¦ā
The two shared a soft silence, eyes searching each other as the circumstances came back to them.
They were finally gonna do it.
Before Satoruās bravado failed him, he leaned down and kissed Suguru.
Now much more accustomed to each other, Satoru felt a bit more prepared. He knew that Suguru liked having his lips nipped, taking Suguruās lower lip into his own to suck at gently, hips rolling fluidly. Feeling Suguru easily through his thin shorts. At the first catch of friction they both gasped, feeling each other get more fervent, more excited. Satoru couldnāt help the sounds that escaped him. He felt overwhelmed, nervous, excited, unsure, confident, and a little bit nauseous.
Suguru pushed against Satoruās grasp, breaking free of his hold to wrap his arms around his waist. Hands slipping beneath Satoruās sleep shirt, letting his nails lightly rake up his boyfriendās back. Satoru gasped lightly, arching his back at the slight sting.
āSuguā¦ā he moaned into Suguruās mouth. āIāve been thinking about this all weekā¦ā he admitted.
Suguru smiled crookedly into their kiss. āMe tooā¦ā He stifled a gasp as Satoru ground his hips again, feeling his excitement. God, he may already be rock hard at just the realization that tonight was the night theyād go all the way.
āLast nightā¦ā Satoru panted. āWhen I realized what weād be doing tonightāahāI got so fucking hard it hurt,ā he admitted between soft moans.
āDid youāfuckādid youā¦?ā
Satoruās cheeks burst into flames as he stuttered a nod. āYouāre the only one who gets me hard, Sugu. No one else. Canāt thinkānnghāno one turns me on like you do.ā Satoru swallowed another gasp as Suguru clawed from Satoruās shoulder blades to his lower back.
āOnly me?ā Suguru moaned.
Satoru nodded. āOnlyāhaahāonly Suguruāfuck your nails, shitāā
āLemme suck you off,ā Suguru asked huskily, pulling Satoruās squirming hips against his own with a strong roll.
Satoru, much to his embarrassment, whimpered at this and nodded.
Suguru palmed his chest, pushing Satoru up to stand. Satoru walked backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed, falling back until his ass hit the edge of the mattress.
Suguru slid onto his knees to kneel in front of Satoru. Suguru didnāt blow him often, said he was bad at it and sometimes after a mission it reminded him too much of swallowing curses. But despite what the shorter man insisted, he was very good at it.
Suguruās hot palms lay on Satoruās knees, opening his legs slowly. Satoru now suddenly cursed his earlier self for wearing baggy sweatpants. He wanted to feel the heat of Suguruās hands on his skin. Wanted to feel his hot breath when he kissed his clothed inner thigh. Those deep, vibrant eyes looking up with a mixture of arousal and hesitance. This was not new territory. After three months of tearing each otherās clothes off, they were intimately familiar with each other. But this felt different. Felt more nerve-wracking.
Both knowing the other was a virgin. Both knowing the other would make mistakes and be clumsy, possibly even not good. But neither wanted themselves to be bad at it. Suguru didnāt want to disappoint Satoru. Satoru didnāt want to disappoint Suguru. Both boys holding themselves to impossible standards that theyād only ever seen in porn.
Satoru gasped when Suguru mouthed against his clothed dick, feeling the heat of his wet tongue through his sweatpants. He groaned inwardly, clawing at the comforter as Suguruās strong fingers massaged their way up his thighs. God, Suguru was beautiful. Heād say it over and over again. Heād sing it, announce it, pray it, moan it. His Suguru was beautiful.
His long, narrow nose, his long dark lashes that brushed against his cheeks. His perfect thick lips that kitten-licked against the imprint of his hardening cock. His silken hair that spilled over his shoulders, a few stray strands caught in his lashes.
Fuck, Suguru had to have been made just for Satoru.
Suguruās fingers caught the waistband of Satoruās pants and he looked up, purple meeting blue in a connected stare. āLift your hips.ā
Satoru nodded, pushing against the bed to lift his hips, allowing Suguru to shimmy his pants down his hips until he fully pulled them off his legs.
āNo underwear?ā Suguru looked up slyly.
āI always go commando to bed, you know that.ā Satoru blushed.
āI know, Iām just teasing you.ā Suguru smirked.
Satoru went to tease back, something clever like āA slut would know, huh?ā But words failed him as Suguru took his hard length in hand and licked a long stripe underneath his cock from base to tip. Satoru shuddered, feeling the air hit coolly on his spit-slicked skin. The moan he released was so unmanly. If he were an insecure man out of control with his emotions, which he is not because Satoru Gojo has perfect control of himself at all times, obviously, heād be embarrassed. But honestly, who wouldnāt let out wanton moans at the sight of Suguru Geto perched between your knees?
Suguru started slow, shyly. Satoru loved giving head. Everything about it: feeling Suguru pull at his hair, feeling the stretch of his lips, even the gag of a job well done when he bottomed Suguru out. Suguru didnāt have as much practice as Satoru did, so his cheeks were stained a dark red as he experimentally licked around a thick vein at the base of Satoruās cock, tonguing at the glans between his head and shaft delicately, almost like he was afraid to hurt him.
āFuuuuuuckā¦Sugu,ā Satoru moaned breathlessly, pushing Suguruās bangs from his eyes, holding his long hair back in a ponytail to keep it from his face. āFuckā¦fuck, pleaseā¦ā
Heat consumed him as Suguru finally took him into his mouth. Satoru, while not overtly thick, his cock was long. Suguru, though, was not a quitter. He wanted Satoru to stay relaxed. He wanted Satoru to know that it was okay to let go. Okay to feel pleasure without expecting to give anything in return. Wanted Satoru to know how badly Suguru wanted him.
Suguru didnāt so much as gag as he felt Satoru slide past his tongue, opening and relaxing his throat the way he did when he consumed a curse. But this was not curse absorption. This was Satoru. Curses tasted like vomit, smelled like sulfur and rotted flesh. Satoru tasted clean, his skin slightly salty from arousal. He smelled of salt as well, but beneath his heady scent was something soft like teakwood and eucalyptus. It was intoxicating, breathing in deep when his nose met the soft, wiry white hair on Satoruās pelvis, taking him entirely into Suguruās mouth.
Satoru collapsed, unable to keep himself upright as he lay flat on his back. Nails digging into Suguruās skull, pulling at his scalp as Satoru accidentally thrust up into the heat of Suguruās mouth.
āFuckā¦fuckā¦oh my godā¦ā Satoru was breathless. āPleaseā¦please, Suguā¦ā he pleaded weakly.
If Suguru could, he would smile. Instead, he lifted back, leaving only Satoruās head between his lips, giving an experimental suck. Satoru flinched, gasping loudly as he bucked his hips again.
Okay, maybe Suguru needed to do this more often.
Fisting Satoruās cock, he engulfed him into his mouth again, head bobbing slowly. Not a gag in sight, but small tears pricked the corners of his eyes as Satoru whimpered.
He was so hard. Fuck, it was almost painful. He was already so close to cumming, so, so close. Suguruās mouth was like an inferno. His throat swallowed around his length.
Think of something, anything, he told himself. Repeat the elemental table. Recite the serenity prayer. Think of Yaga naked. Anything, ANYTHING.
āSuāSuguruāā Satoru bucked.
Suguruās head bobbed faster, hand fisting Satoruās cock as he sucked up then down. He released him, Suguru moving to fondle and gently knead at Satoruās balls.
God, the sounds, the sounds Suguru was making. Obscene slurps and throat swallowing as he took Satoru even deeper somehow.
āW-waitā¦wait, SuguāAh!ān-not yetā¦.fuck, fuck!ā Satoru came hard, his hips thrusting sporadically, clawing into Suguruās scalp, holding his head in place as he fucked into his boyfriendās throat. He gasped for air, his cock and lower belly pulsating. His fingers thrumming as his heart beat out of his chest. āHoly shitā¦ā he moaned.
Jesus Christ, he doesnāt think heād ever cum so fast in his entire life.
Satoru covered his face with his hands, peeking through his fingers, and his throat went dry.
Suguru looked thoroughly fucked, and they hadnāt even started the main event yet. His lips were red and wet, cum dribbling down his chin, dripping to his bobbing Adamās apple as he cleared his throat. His hair was disheveled, strands sticking up at odd ends as he tucked a piece behind his ear. His pupils were blown, lids lazily drooped as he smiled, tongue darting over his lower lip trying to lick up the remaining cum. He looked lewd. Looked sinful.
He looked like Satoruās.
Satoru surged forward, grabbing Suguru by the collar of his tank top for a messy, wet kiss. Tongue breaking past his lips, tasting himself on Suguruās tongue. Suguruās fingers darted to his other halfās shirt, pushing it up his torso, silently asking Satoru to take it off, but the other man just whined high in his throat, unwilling to break their kiss.
Suguru huffed impatiently back. āOffāā he muttered between kisses. āToru, please~?ā he asked breathlessly.
Still making impatient sounds, Satoru broke their kiss for just a moment to hastily whip his shirt off, grabbing the back to pull it over his head. A frustrated growl escaped him as it got caught at his ears and he wrestled the fabric off him, glaring at Suguruās stifled laugh.
The minute the shirt hit the ground, Suguru was mouthing at Satoruās chest, sucking at his skin, not so gently taking the skin between his teeth to bite. Satoru hissed a moan, throwing his head back when Suguru took his pink nipple into his mouth, sucking, lapping his tongue around the hardened bud. Satoru threw his head back, feeling himself starting to arouse again so soon.
āF-fuckā¦ahā¦Suguru, shit, fuckāā More curses fell from his lips as Suguru pushed him further up the bed.
āLay on the bed,ā he mumbled into Satoruās skin. āLong way, wanna look at you.ā
Satoru nodded wordlessly and adjusted to lay on the bed the way Suguru directed him. Suddenly he felt a wave of bashfulness at realizing he was not only the only one naked, but also realizing that so far, Suguru had called all the shots.
But even so, something felt safe right now. His ego battled with a want for control, a want to take the reins and tell Suguru what he wanted him to do. But his limbs felt heavy, his mind fuzzy still post-orgasm.
Suguru lifted his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, his shorts as well before climbing the bed to sit between Satoruās legs.
Satoru masked his shyness in the only way he knew how, slipping into a look of arrogance and mischief, draping an arm behind his head, bringing a knee open to expose himself more. Show Suguru something to drool at. At least he knew he had no reason to be ashamed of his body. He was Satoru Gojo after all.
Suguru climbed onto the bed, settling between Satoruās legs, just staring. The roomās atmosphere changed dramatically, a new nervousness coming to light as they shared a long, silent conversation.
Not a word was spoken, but somehow they both reassured and encouraged each other through eyes alone. Though theyād only known each other a little over three years, their chemistry was like theyād been together a lifetime. Or at least thatās what it felt like. A yin that could not exist without its yang the way a bird could not survive without the sky. There was so much love that filled their comfortable silence. So much fire igniting their hearts. Blood pumping in sync, breaths matching in deep exhales and inhales.
Unbreakable, unkillable, strongest together, in this life and the next.
Satoru blinked slowly, three words on the tip of his tongue, words he couldnāt stop from falling past his lips.
Suguru stalled, sitting straight up. His brows raised and lips parted. The two were silent again and Satoruās heart began to speed up. Heād fucked things up. Made things awkward. Suguru wasnāt ready for this step. Wasnāt ready to hearā
āSay it again,ā Suguru whispered, a heavy shadow casting over him as the only thing illuminating them right now was the TV of the forgotten video game and the gentle full winter moon.
āI love you, Suguru,ā Satoru whispered back, cold fingers skimming over Suguruās stomach up to the middle of his chest, feeling his matching racing heart beneath his ribcage.
āAgainā¦ā Suguru leaned down, stealing Satoru in a kiss.
āI love youā¦ā Satoru mumbled between kisses.
Suguru gasped as Satoru palmed his ass in a tight squeeze.
āDonāt stopāā Suguru breathed in deep, feeling as Satoru withdrew his hands, hearing the click of a cap somewhere near him. Flinching as Satoruās now even chillier slicked fingers returned.
āI love you, alwaysā¦foreverā¦my Suguruā¦ā Satoru navigated by touch, feeling between Suguruās cheeks to his entrance. Suguru startled at the sudden foreign prodding. āYou okay?ā he asked gently.
Suguru nodded, cheeks blazing. āYeahā¦go slowā¦ā He buried his face in the crook of Satoruās neck, mouthing at his throat trying to keep himself from tensing at the sudden protrusion into his tight hole.
Satoru went slow, the lube helping significantly, trying to mimic what Suguru had done to him in the past. Suguruās lower back arched, he was beginning to pant. A light sheen of sweat covered him in a mesmerizing way.
āSatoruā¦ā he moaned. Suguru couldnāt quite tell if it felt good or not. Definitely weird, burning slightly as Satoruās middle finger passed the first knuckle. But honestly, he was so hard that the slightest of breezes could make him come undone right now. āAhā¦fuckā¦ā he moaned, heat blossoming in his lower stomach as a tightness began to wind. There was no way he was going to cum this fast. If he did, Suguru really would never hear the end of it.
āFuckā¦you should see your face, Sugu,ā Satoru crooned as he slowly pushed to the second knuckle. āSo pretty panting on my fingersā¦ā Satoru spoke low in Suguruās red-tipped ears. āDoes it feel good?ā
āI dunnoā¦ā Suguru muttered embarrassedly.
Satoru stopped immediately and Suguru whined low, hips canting back desperate for more friction. Fuck, the burning started to feel good, really good in fact. Something in the pain turning into an ache for more.
āNoā¦donātānghhā¦ādonāt stop,ā he panted, breath hot and sticky against Satoruās throat.
Satoru smiled devilishly, resuming his pushing until his finger was completely enveloped. Suguruās tongue messily lapped at his collarbones, breaths coming fast.
āFuckā¦holy shitā¦ā Suguru wheezed. How was this only one finger? āM-moreā¦ā he asked softly.
Satoru wordlessly obliged, pressing his slicked index finger into Suguru a bit too excitedly. Suguru yelped as Satoru pressed in to the second knuckle, his boyfriend freezing underneath him.
āSorry, fuck, are you okay?ā
Suguru held his breath, waiting for the burning to pass. He exhaled a long moan, arms failing him as he collapsed on top of Satoru. āFuuuuuckā¦ā
āSugu, more helpful words please.ā Satoru still spoke low in Suguruās ear. It was so tender, so full of care. This only made Suguru harder. Knowing the only person Satoru would ever be mild or tender with was him. The way he spoke, his tone, his secure cold hand rubbing up and down his spine. Fuck, it was overwhelming.
Suguru nodded into Satoruās shoulder. āMoreā¦ā He couldnāt stop his moans, almost unable to recognize his own voice. He sounded lewd, whorish. Moaning and panting on Satoruās fingers as he pushed his index finger to the final knuckle, now two fingers lodged deep into Suguru.
The burning had been overwhelmed by raw pleasure. Suguruās hips bucked, accidentally sliding Satoruās fingers in then out.
āDoes it feel good, Suguru?ā Satoruās nails raked down Suguruās back. āI bet no one else can get you to make those sounds. Not even yourself.ā His tongue darted out, hot breath and tongue running along the shell of Suguruās ear. āSay itā¦tell me Iām the only one, please.ā
Satoruās long, thin fingers retreated then thrust in. The lube made the journey effortlessly smooth. Fingering deep within his core, his fingertip grazed something. Like electricity down his spine, Suguruās hips canted again, pushing Satoruās fingers even deeper, making his struck nerve electrify him even more.
āFuck!ā Suguru near shouted.
He couldnāt see Satoruās face, but could feel his lips smiling against his ear as his thrusts picked up speed. āSay it, Suguru. Tell me Iām the best. Tell me you want my cock.ā
āFuckā¦oh fuck, Satoru.ā Suguru continued to thrust back into Satoruās hand. āWantā¦ā He swallowed hard, throat tightening as his chest blazed. āMoreā¦I want more.ā
Satoru pushed Suguru to sit up, forcing his fingers somehow even deeper, taking Suguruās cock into his hand and pumping slowly. āSay it or Iāll stop.ā
Suguru tried to hold back a frustrated whine, more like a sob if he were being truly honest. āToruā¦your cockā¦I wantāah!āpleaseā¦inside meā¦ā
Satoru tutted in a self-important sort of way, smiling wide as he stared at Suguruās open mouth panting. āInternet says to do at least three fingers.ā Suguru caught his moan in his throat this time, sounding strained as he threw his head back. āCan you take three for me, babe? Cāmon, I know you can take it. Weāre the strongest, nothing can stop us, right?ā
Suguru only half heard him, his lower half so overstimulated between Satoruās pistoning fingers and tight grip fisting his cock. āToruā¦ā
āI know, baby. I donāt want you to tear, okay?ā He pressed a third finger to Suguruās loosened hole, this time going in so much smoother now that he was hot and relaxed, thrusting sporadically into Satoruās hand.
āSatoruā¦Satātoru, Toruā¦ā Suguru hardly recognized himself. Is this why Satoru so effortlessly submitted to him? Did it always feel this incredible to just let go? Allow pleasure to course through him uncaring as the person he felt closest to in the world fucked him silly?
God, he wanted his cock inside him now.
Suguru, finally fed up, on a hairline triggerās edge to cumming, reached to the side to grab their bottle of lube. Satoru watched him starry-eyed as Suguru reached between them for Satoruās raging hard length, slicking it with a lot of room-temperature lube. Probably a lot more than what was actually needed, but Suguru wanted it now and didnāt want to spend all night adjusting.
Satoru moaned out at the first feel of his cock breaking through Suguruās hole, feeling his walls clamp white-hot around it. Fuck, it was hot. Hot to feel, hot to watch. Suguru hardly flinched. Desperation coming over him as he slowly tried to lower himself down.
Satoru flinched with a wince, the angle was too much, feeling like his dick was bending distracting him too much. āH-hold onā¦Suguru, baby, just a second,ā he asked between pants.
Suguru looked down, trying to hide his disappointment. āDoā¦you want to stop? Am I doing it wrong?ā he asked, a wave of self-consciousness washing over him.
āNo!ā Satoru didnāt mean to shout, but it came out louder than he intended. āGod, no, itās the angle. Hold on, lemme try something.ā
Suguru nodded, allowing Satoru to position him. He pulled Suguru beneath him, pulling his hips up and back. Like this Suguru felt so exposed. On all fours in doggy style, Suguru buried his face in his pillow. His face, his ears, his shoulders, everything was blushed red. Holding back a flinch when he felt Satoruās hand grope his ass cheek, spreading him open. He could feel his six eyes boring into his most intimate place. Feeling it was one thing. But seeing it felt mortifying.
āSuguru?ā Satoru asked gently. āYou okay?ā
Suguru nodded shakily. āJustā¦really fucking embarrassed.ā
Satoru chuckled nervously. āWhat, why?ā
Suguruās head turned slightly, peering over his shoulder. āāCause youāre staring at my asshole, you dope. Why else?ā
āItās pretty.ā He palmed both cheeks now, squeezing experimentally. āHave I told you lately you have a great ass?ā
āNuh-uhā¦Fuck, I really wannaā¦ā He expected a thick, hot press into his hole. Instead, something wet and hot met his entrance in a long slick line. Suguru surged forward, shocked, looking over his shoulder again with wide eyes.
Satoru looked drunk. His pale skin bright pink, lips wet and slightly parted, panting, his hair sticking every which way.
āWait, come back.ā Satoru leaned forward, grabbing Suguruās hips, pulling him back.
āHold on, you donāt have toāā
āWant to.ā He said it with a sweet kiss to Suguruās right cheek. āYouāll let me, right? You made me feel good.ā Satoru licked his lips again. āI wanna make you feel good too, can I?ā
How the fuck could he say no to that face? To that sweet, pathetic whine in his voice. No wonder Satoru was so spoiled. It was Suguruās fault after all.
Suguru buried his face back into his pillow, voice muffled. āDo what you wantā¦ā he mumbled.
āWhatever I want?ā He sounded like a kid in a candy store, but Suguru nodded anyways.
Suguru surged forward again as an open-palmed smack cracked against his ass. A sharp gasp escaped Suguru, a shiver running down his spine as the sting set in.
āWas that okay?ā Satoru asked, a bit too excited for Suguruās liking.
āItsāit was okayāAH!ā Suguru cried out, biting his lip as a hand came down on his other cheek, then moving to the other again. āFuckā¦ā he moaned low.
āFuck, Suguru. Youāre rock hard. Shouldāve known youād be a pain slut.ā Satoruās hand went between Suguruās legs, cock and balls hanging heavy as Satoru gave an experimental tug.
āYouāreāngghnnāsuch a bastard.ā Suguru panted, wincing as another smack came. He wanted to pretend like he hated it, but fuck, Satoru was right. His dick could cut diamonds right now.
He was about to make another smart comment, but before he could, a wet heat took him over again. Satoru ate him like a starving man. Obscene wet slurps, one hand stroking his cock, the other keeping his spread ass cheek parted as his thick tongue broke through the tight ringed muscle. Suguru couldnāt stop shaking. His cock leaked pathetically, biting his pillow to hold back. Not from Satoru, ideally to keep the rest of Jujutsu High from hearing him get his ass eaten.
āFuck, fuck, fuckā¦ā Suguru gulped, throat parched and hoarse. āSatoruuu~ā he purred wantonly.
Satoru nipped at the inner skin of Suguruās cheek. āYeah?ā
āYourāmmhhāyour cockā¦fuck, please, ām gonna cumāā he pleaded. āWannaāah!āwanna cum on your cockā¦please.ā He sounded pathetic, keening like a bitch in heat, glad that no one else but Satoru was around.
āFuckā¦god, you donāt understand what youāre doing to me, Sugu.ā Satoru withdrew back, lining himself up with no pomp or ceremony. The tip of his head pushed through Suguruās now loosened hole.
Fuck, Satoru isnāt gonna last. Suguru isnāt gonna last. Both groaned simultaneously as Satoru, as slow as he could get himself to be with the last shreds of self-control he had, continued to push.
Suguru grunted, pleading into his pillow. It all being too fast, too overwhelming, too good, too everything all at once. His pleas sounded like prayers and demands, pushing himself back into Satoruās slow thrust, feeling Satoru hold Suguru as still as he could without unintentionally hurting him. When he bottomed out, they both froze. Satoru gave a testing gyrate, drawing something like a mewl from Suguru. Embarrassment be damned, it just felt so fucking good. Neither one could believe how long it took to finally do this.
Satoru drew back and thrust forward hard, hitting Suguruās prostate like a bullet train. He choked, throwing a hand behind him to grab Satoruās wrist. Their fingers threaded together as Satoru began to pick up speed.
Satoru was sure it shouldāve lasted longer, he should be better at drawing it out. Foreplay and roses and sweet kisses. Right now it was white-hot crackling energy, feeling them combine in a way Satoru only dreamed of. Feeling himself drunk off the heady smell of the room. Sweat and cum and fogging breaths. He couldnāt help it. His six eyes watched what he swore was their cursed energy mixing. He could feel it, their souls connecting.
Tears pricked Satoruās lashes. āSuguruā¦Suguruā¦Suguruā¦Suguruā¦ā was the only thing escaping him, feeling his cock pulsate, his body vibrating from overstimulation, emotionally and physically. Fuck, Suguru sounded like a hymned prayer. Loose gasps and moans filled the room along with skin slapping against each other.
Satoruās thrusts pistoned sporadically, feeling himself on the edge of his orgasm.
āSuguru, let me cum, cum with me. Please tell me you can. Together, I want it together, pleaseāā he choked. āSugu, please!ā
āCum for me, Satoru, cum inside me.ā Suguru demanded, thrusting himself back hard onto Satoruās cock. Muscled walls clamping down as Suguruās orgasm washed over him.
Both nearly howled, the room echoing, damn any neighbors in their dormitory hall. Damn anyone who dared to listen. Pleasure coursing through each other. The push of Satoruās blue shook the windows, knocking stationery from Suguruās desk.
Coming down from their high was difficult. Satoru nearly collapsed, steadying himself upright with his hands pressed into the bed, forehead leaning onto Suguruās nape as he sloppily kissed his spine.
āFuckā¦fuckā¦oh shitā¦ā Satoru grunted. Heart beating a mile a minute, diluting any sound in the room as blood flushed through his ears. He swore he had tinnitus.
Suguru lay flat on the bed, not moving as Satoru collapsed on top of him for a moment while he caught his breath. āJesusā¦ā he groaned. His ass hurt, but fuck was it worth it.
āKayā¦weāre doing this every night.ā Satoru laughed lazily.
Suguru winced as Satoru slowly pulled out of him, finally rolling over with his arms open. Satoru didnāt hesitate at all, letting Suguruās sweaty arm envelop him gently, laying his head on his boyfriendās chest.
āJust give me, like, a day. My ass hurts.ā
Satoru barked out a laugh. āYou get an hour.ā