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 wouldn't it be incredibly stupid not to use the god the world has given them ? until every single patch of his is burned , even without a soul , his mortal vessel was enough — could you even see his soul at all ? the handsome body of impossibilities , laying asleep between the arms of his darling . the glass pressed against his temple , leaving a lingering patch of coldness as his head is guided back to suguru's shoulder instead , and he's like a waking child . grumpy because he's awoken , still sleepy and trusting the hands that handle him way too much . too much , too tender , is this how you treat gods ? the road stretches on and long , a few hours till they reach the school , ijichi’s responses to satoru's lazy jokes had stopped an hour ago , letting him doze off against the window and now in suguru's lap .

 it was a particularly demanding mission that required the attention of the strongests rather than the kids . the twins were wishing suguru luck , telling him he better be careful and megumi was rolling his eyes when satoru loudly claimed that he's put some noodles in the fridge for his dinner . well , he didn't , megumi liked suguru's cooking more and was a big boy now . satoru though , satoru's head lolls sideways toward the seat , eyes not opening even when he feels suguru's kiss . but responds to it , mouth still open slightly after the peck , abandoning the demand of a world that needs to be saved to focus on the brush of suguru's thumb against his lips . ❛ shouldn't have gone bare-eyed into it . . . ❜  he mumbles , catches one of slightly smaller hands to bring it to his chest . not a scratch on him , he doesn't have to check if suguru is wounded because he's simply sure that he — isn't . lovers of gods don't need protection because the greatest bravery is surviving their love alone . satoru's breath comes out in a soft sigh , he should get up but his bones are heavy and he wants to stay in suguru's arms forever . ❛ . . . no fun activities tonight either . ❜  now that brings a loud groan to his lips , it makes ijichi roll his eyes but bites his tongue not to mention that they were both about to die a few hours ago . for the thousandth time this week . letting go of suguru's hand , he reaches the opposite side to grab the strawberry milkshake . lifting his weight off of suguru , to sit a little straighter and take a large gulp of the sweet drink in hopes of helping himself regain his energy . tonight wasn't going to be a loud one , it seems . after finishing up the drink suguru had gotten up , he reaches forward to drop the empty glass onto ijichi's lap ; can't toss it out the window now , can he ? where are his manners ? the oldest man gasps in surprise and mumbles something about his noble way of keeping the environment clean while satoru returns to his comfortable nest in suguru's lap . ❛ suguru . . . play with my hair . ❜

 satoru knows the essence of his soul . the way it bends and cries for a touch of his fingertips , satoru knows what he'll grow into and what he'll leave behind . first experiences are always sweeter than the rest , slightly frightening if you're not that familiar with the person on top of you – it doesn't work like that with them . satoru remembers his own , clumsy and breathless , eventually falling into a fit of giggles and shy insults with his black haired lover . not as long as the day he lost him , but smooth and tangled between his fingers as he tilts his head back to stare at the roots of his lashes . lids fall close , rather helpless against the waves of pleasure that's finally mingling with the pain of being stretched ; satoru knows suguru's limits but not his own , that says something about how careful he is with him tonight . the tears that dry on the corners of suguru's feline like eyes are normal — well , he has to hurry up , doesn't he ?

 he easily grins , with parted lips to match suguru's voiceless whine . lower half rolling with smoothness born from experience , grinding in and out of the tightness that engulfs him . he doesn't want to make any crude comments about what's happening , he'll save the mocking reminders of suguru's tears for tomorrow when he's not feeling like sitting down will kill him .

 ❛ i’m not disappearing again . ❜  the younger strongest did , disappeared somewhere into the space or perhaps all the satoru gojos from every single universe were him . here , thrusting into his younger lover with fervor and need . after a particular snap of his hips , satoru pauses to gather himself and shift their position slightly . a firm grip on the thighs , suguru's back snug against the messed up sheets . after fixing the grip of his legs around his waist , satoru returns both his hands to black locks . trapping the slightly smaller frame between his body and the bed , moving up and down as their lips brush with each one of his thrusts . ❛ . . don't disappear . ❜  all a fragments of his active imagination , in fact he was thinking exactly that until he actually touched suguru . somehow the time bent and twisted to let him have another chance , no – the time didn't bend willingly , satoru was out toying with the balance of the universe to nuzzle his lover's warm neck and take him on their bed for the second first time . white lashes curled against suguru's neck , he lays his adoring kisses along the expanse of his beating vein . and whispers again ; ❛ don't disappear , suguru . ❜  his grip tightens on the roots of black locks , he pulls away to stare down inside brown eyes , their chest pressed flush and rubbing rather uncomfortably . just so satoru can kiss against suguru's tongue . ❛ open your eyes and look at me . . i missed you . ❜

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@ily6a6y sent in a prompt, from the memes listed here : “ ❝ they whisper about me in the corridors . ❞ "

    * - A KISS ON THE BACK OF THE NECK .

 it takes a lot to call gojo satoru a good man — he's a man that tries , tries too hard on some occasions and some would even argue that the balance of the universe is on the tips of his fingers . but then again , even a godlike man is just a man ; tangled around his lover like a greedy weed , all six of his eyes closed in bliss . suguru's scent hasn't changed over years of separation , a cool scent of sweetness that suited him and nobody else . trapped between the strongest’s arms , and legs , facing the giant window that surprisingly compliments a tiny motel like this . one star with a blinking light , cracked walls and a small bed , but he liked the food . and at least , the shower had hot water and a tub which satoru wasn't sure wouldn't break if he got inside it with suguru . besides , his legs were too long anyway . yet , sick with adoration , half a glass of cheap whiskey they had downstairs before coming to their room and he was thinking of stars and suguru's smiles . with a lazy grunt , he turns his head to lay his lips on the back of suguru's neck , lingering , painting a wet peck upon pale flesh . perhaps it wasn't a good idea to sit on the ground , but the lamp outside their window cast a pretty light upon the darkness of suguru's hair . ❛ mmm . . i'm so sleepy . ❜  but he doesn't want to sleep , hates his weakness against alcohol for stealing precious time he could spend devouring suguru . his arms tighten around the man's form , as he nuzzles his shoulder again , not even glancing at the sight suguru was busy staring at while he had his drink . his second glass , still not affecting him as it did satoru . ❛ you shouldn't drink too much . . it'll fuck your liver up . ❜  liver , he says , and his hand gives a squeeze to suguru's breast .

 unhealthy habits that suguru had developed even during his younger years , used to worry satoru even though he believed nothing looked sexier than suguru gently blowing out the smoke in the warm air of their summer nights . it didn't quite stop making shoko chuckle with a roll of her eyes , telling him he should stop staring like he was going to eat him . ‘ you're too obvious— ‘ . he takes the glass away and lays it far away behind them , takes a hold of suguru's jaw and rolls his head toward his waiting kiss . dropping needily against alcohol wetted mouth , hand angling to curl around the pale throat ; though , marked thoroughly by a lover who insisted he should just burn all his turtlenecks away . ❛ you know . . ❜  satoru whispers , lets their bottom lips rub left and right against each other as his tug in a smirk . ❛ i can get you drunk too . ❜  perhaps this really isn't the time . it's the last day of their sneaky trip to okinawa . and tomorrow they were going to drive long hours to reach jujutsu tech after they got off the boat . it'd be hard to sit on the seat for long , for suguru anyway . though that didn't mean he'd stop his mind from wandering about more creative ways to sate his fire – what was alcohol even doing to him . he bites suguru's pierced earlobe . ❛ as drunk as i am . ❜

    * - ' kisses. accepting

 six eyes and all six of them focused on one man with damp hair and soft cheeks . he doesn't quite remember this particular day suguru is talking about — odd . satoru tended to recall every detail of their stolen meetings after suguru let him back in , ten years later , and with a weird robe he called his favorite kind of outfit . even that was starting to make him fond , even his daughters were starting to settle in his heart and if anything , a birthday present was already planned to be given to the twins if their father hadn't——

 he nods slowly , straightens up and stands tall and firm amidst the gentle breezes of the night . satoru didn't stop growing taller after he was eighteen , it went ahead until the age of twenty and therefore he appears a little bit taller than the sleeping twin of his . briefly does he consider killing the kid , letting himself take care if suguru ; wondering if it'll stop everything , wondering if it'll kill himself too . it's been a week , and he can't sit still in his office for more than an hour because he keeps scratching off the scabs from his heart wound when it tries to heal itself . floating closer , seated atop the balcony railing with his hands in his pockets . one leg over the other – reflection-less against the window that suguru's facing away from . * was he a thought or a dream ? which dimension did he even toy with ? satoru's hand itches to reach out and touch suguru's solid warmth , just brush his fingers against his shoulder to make sure he's real and touchable but he ends up deciding against that too . ❛ my date . yeah . she was snappy . ❜  he lowers his gaze and his head , tilts his head to rub his right ear on his right shoulder to get rid of an itch . before jumping off the railing , to get rid of the window that doesn't reflect his form ; it'd definitely make suguru suspicious . he walks inside the room instead , rubbing his undercut .

 ❛ hey uh . my room is too hot . can i sleep here tonight ? ❜

“  oh, don't be like that ... you're right, of course, but you must admit, ” a disparaging stare tracks gale from his wizardly head to his wizardly boots, “  my judgement is well-founded. ” in the man's defence, wizards and sorcerers alike often lacked in the clothing department. the gaudy robes did nothing to enhance their best assets.