#ler!geto

A soft pink hue breached the half-closed blinds, kissing the room gently with its warmth. The evening breeze trickled in, brushing itself against Satoru's pale skin. A small shiver was sent up his spine at the feelings. The room was mostly silent, save for the soft clicking of his metal handcuffs being tightly secured. That sent an even bigger shudder down his spine. Satoru cleared his throat.

"Is it too late to back out of this?" Satoru shuffled where he lay face up on his back. He attempted to flick his wrists, testing how much movement he had, and to no surprise of his own, Suguru had kept him in place well enough to barely even flinch.

The man sighed, though there was a nervous shake to it. Suguru smiled fondly in response from where he was perched on his lover's hips.

"You were very confident in your abilities when you agreed to do this with me. Why so nervous now, Toru?"

"I'm not nervous." He bit back with mock confidence. "I just think it's a stupid experiment. It's not going to be hard to keep my infinity up, I do it every single day, Suguru."

He huffed again, although this time he was cut off when his own body jerked to the side slightly at the feeling of Suguru pinching his side. The other chuckled.

"Just think of it as extra endurance training. You keep your infinity up every day, yes, but now we're testing how you fair under certain... conditions, let's say."

His tone was oozing with something both sweet and sinister. It was the same convincing tone he'd used on his boyfriend to convince him to do this in the first place; Satoru couldn't imagine himself agreeing if it wasn't for that tempting voice. He watched as Suguru scooted back further down until he rested his weight carefully on Satoru's thighs. His golden-tanned hands sat on Satoru's sides. Satoru had the violent, inate urge to flinch away from the touch, but he couldn't help leaning into the gentle warmth.

The white-haired man held his head up in a snooty fashion. "Tickling isn't going to make me drop my infinity; you won't even be able to touch me." Geto smiled even wider. He did love getting the opportunity to humble Gojo.

"It's not the tickling that will do it, but the idea, the fear, the anticipation. If you can keep your infinity up through all of that, then like I said, I will let you tickle me until I safeword." He curled his fingers ever so slightly when he finished. Goosebumps sprung up like flourishing daisies across Satoru's skin. He'd like to pretend he is doing a good job at acting unaffected.

"This is stupid, and you're stupid, and when this is all over, when I win, I'm going to tickle you so hard that you forget your own name." Gojo Satoru, ever the optimist, ever the dreamer.

Suguru scoffed a little but kept that same fond smile. The pads of his fingertips ghost up the other's ribs before completely removing his hands and setting them by his own sides. The sun had shifted now, gracing them both with the evening sky that reflected so beautifully off of Gojo's pink-tainted, blushing form. Truly perfect, Suguru thought.

"When you're ready, put your infinity up and we can start. I'll have five minutes to tease you however I want, so good luck."

The other scoffed. "Five minutes, are you kidding? I could probably last a whole hour and then some." And with a smug smile, he settled back comfortably onto the quilts. He waited for Suguru to move to sit in between his legs before he turned his infinity on.

This was going to be so easy.

Suguru hummed. "I'm glad you think this is so easy," he grazed his hands around his lover's ribs and, ah, he truly was not used to not being able to touch him, “I'm sure you're extatic that you can't feel this on your ribs right now. I know how ticklish you are here." He scribbled his fingers over them as he spoke.

"They're not that bad." Satoru muttered.

"Oh, but they are. You have always been so terribly ticklish here, you can't even handle a little tickling here for more than a minute." That devilish smile of his widened while he watched Satoru shift his hips awkwardly. God, how he hated that word. "But you must remind me, are your top ones more sensitive?" He darted his hand up to Satoru's top ribs. "Or is it the bottom ones? Honestly, I can never quite remember, you're just so sensitive everywhere." That bastard.

Gojo knows that Geto isn't actually touching him, so why could he still feel it? This must be some sick and twisted rendition of Pavlov's experiment, and it was messing with Satoru's head like crazy. His body jerked as if he expected the tickling, but nothing came of it.

He gritted his teeth at Suguru. "You're being such a dick, but you know that you're way more ticklish than I am."

"Oh, am I?" Suguru raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you are, and once I'm out of these stupid cuffs, I'll prove it to you."

The deep chuckle that Suguru let out wasn't exactly comforting. "I see, Satoru." He leaned forward until he was right by the other man's ears abd whispered. The action sent a violent blush up Gojo's neck. "You are very brave for a man hiding behind his own technique. We both know that the second you let it go, I am going to tear you down so easily. You're going to laugh and laugh and laugh some more until you can't anymore. How does that sound, Toru?"

It sounded like his own personal version of hell. But he knows he'd be lying if he said it wasn't tempting...

He felt a crackle of his own cursed energy flicker for a second before steeling himself to concentrate. There is no way he was letting Suguru win this.

"Fuck you, Suguru. I- there is no way I'm letting you do that to me." He couldn't stop his eyes from tracking the way Suguru's delicate hands panned down and fluttered over his stomach. He sucked in on instinct. If he just let go right now, he would feel those hands tormenting hysterical giggles out of him and-

"Did you hear me, Toru?"

Wait, what?

"H-Huh?" He heard himself ask. Why did his voice sound so foreign to him? This seriously can't be getting to him. "Uh- what did you say?"

"I said you have two minutes and thirty seconds left. You're doing so well. What're you thinking about?" His hands once again floated up his ribs, where they reached his inner elbow.

Satoru stared at his fingers, his eyes followed Suguru's movements meticulously. They danced around his inner elbow, up to his forearm, rinse and repeat.

"Nothing." A blatant lie. He pulled at his arms, feeling all too vulnerable right now.

"Nothing at all? Not about how devastatingly ticklish this is going to be? Not about how I'm going to scratch my fingers in these sensitive armpits until you're crying?"

Damn it, Satoru could feel himself fighting off a smile. Suguru could see it too.

"That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to be trapped under my mercy and let me play with you for however long I want. You want me to tickle you to tears until you’re begging me to let up. I know you, Toru, and I know how badly you want to let go.”

His mouth ran completely dry. He felt like he was gasping for air. Nervous giggles began bubbling up in his chest, threatening to burst at the seams. How was Suguru so good at this?

“S-Shut uhup.” Satoru tittered out. How completely non-threatening."

“Shut up? Oh, does the big bad Gojo Satoru not like having to admit how sensitive he is? How badly he wants to feel my hands and laugh?”

How on earth had it not been two minutes already?

“I can see you smiling, Satoru. You’re so pretty when you smile, it’s making me miss that adorable laughter of yours.”

Gojo would like to blame his cursed technique for his heightened senses and for the ability to almost physically feel every word that Geto was saying. Part of him knows, however, that Suguru was right. He heard himself let out a giggly whine at the thought.

He could just let go and stop the torment. Truth be told, he wouldn’t hate it as much as he let on. His body felt so pent up, so full of energy, he felt like his own cursed technique was going to implode on itself with the willpower it’s taking to keep it up. Suguru was randomly darting his hands to any new spot he could find, never touching, but Satoru felt each flinch like a bullet to the chest. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak. He needed this to stop, but he so desperately needed to be touched at the same time.

But he was already so close, just a few more seconds and he-

“Ah!” Gojo managed a full-body jerk as he looked up at Geto, horrified. The dark-haired man sat there with a maddeningly wide smile, hands now touching the other’s top ribs in triumph.

“Gotcha.” He laughed.

Oh fuck.

“S-Sugu wait- n-no please pleHEASE!”

It was already too late. Suguru had started squeezing at his upper ribs so vigorously it sent Satoru into cataclysmic laughter. He clicked his tongue as he looked down at the man currently in hysterics.

“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. You just couldn’t wait 15 more seconds, could you? So desperate to feel something, your own technique gave up on you.” Satoru could barely understand a word over his own mindless shrieking. Every nerve was set alight; the buzzing under his skin had tripled in size and spread throughout his entire nervous system. He pulled rabidly at his restraints but to no avail. “I suppose since I won, you can give me what I want?”

“Nohohoho- ACK! Gohohohod p-plehe- oh plehehehease SUHUHUGU!”

Suguru hummed, condescending and smug. “Save that energy, Toru, it’s going to be a very long night.”

Gojo decided in that moment that he would be doing some intense infinity training the next day.

The curse alarms rang through the dorms, alerting all students and faculty to the high use of cursed energy throughout the building. A safety precaution, merely to stop any threats of unsuspecting curse attacks, but now? Now the blaring was caused by none other than Jujutsu High’s own students. The ringing of the bell thumped in time with the pounding of Gojo’s heart rate, as he raced through what felt like never-ending hallways. 

Behind him, hot on his heels, was his best friend, Suguru Geto, chasing him down with the most predatory look one could acquire. Gojo dared to steal a glance, and upon looking, he let out a less than manly squeal, before trying to pick up the pace. The curse spirit manipulator was pulling out his largest curses just to obstruct Gojo’s path, consequently triggering all the alarms within the radius. “Come back here, Satoru!” Suguru called, taking a very ungracious turn around the corner when Satoru did. 

“Stay away from me, you heathen!” The Six Eyes user cursed. He was so close to his room, he could almost taste freedom. 

The two bounded around the academy, weaving their way around corners and swivelling past anyone that had the misfortune of crossing paths with them in their current situation. They narrowly avoided toppling principal Yaga over in the process. The man glared at the two, hurling curses and threats in their direction but neither of them payed him any mind, they were far too busy lost in their own bubble of mirth to acknowledge anyone but them. When Gojo finally saw the pass for his room, he dove through the door, almost managing to lock it behind him before Geto could weasel his way in. Maybe in another universe, Gojo had made it in time. Unfortunately for his unparalleled universe, the raven haired boy had tackled him onto the floor just as he opened the door to his room.

The boys tussled around on the carpet, causing enough friction for Gojo’s already disheveled hair to stand up on end. “Suguru, get off! You are such an asshole, you really had to chase me through the entire building for this?!” Satoru complained, while still batting off his best friend’s hands. Suguru chuckled. 

“Oh, cmon Satoru, all of this hassle could have been avoided if you’d have just answered my question honestly.”

“I did! I answered your stupid question and you chased me down anyway. Like the barbarian you are!” Satoru let out a sharp gasp as Suguru managed to pin his arms to his chest, perching himself comfortably on his thighs. Suguru’s eyes trailed over Satoru’s body and the white haired boy felt every nerve in his body light up with just a glance. The other hummed. 

“No, I said answer honestly. You clearly lied to me, or you wouldn’t have taken off the way you did. Poor Satoru, who fought tooth and nail to not get caught, but look at where he is now.” The smug smirk on Suguru’s face was borderline sadistic as he purred out tease. Gojo kissed his teeth and grimaced. 

“That was honest. I’m the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern world, that question should have an obvious answer.” And that bratty comment caused Suguru to click his tongue in amusement.

“Is that so? I wasn’t aware that a requirement for being the strongest meant that you weren’t allowed to be ticklish.” There it was! An insanely obvious pink hue settled itself on the eldest’s face, not going unnoticed by his cocky bastard of a best friend. “Oh? Have something you want to say, Satoru?” 

“You- Of course not! I’m not ticklish, that’s for stupid and weak sorcerers like you, Suguru. I, of course, am able to withstand such childish activities.”

“Oh really?” The shorter raised an eyebrow.

“Absolutely.” Gojo huffed out his chest in pride, as far as Geto’s arms bounding him would allow. 

“So you didn’t flinch when I accidentally pinched you earlier?” He asked. Holding Satoru’s arms across his body securely, Suguru used his free hand to briefly tweak at the other’s sides. Anyone else would have assumed that Gojo hadn’t moved a muscle at the action, but with Suguru being so in tune with Satoru’s every little move, he didn’t miss the way his muscles slightly tensed up and how his eyebrows furrowed at the feeling. How interesting. “And you absolutely, most definitely didn’t flinch when i touched you right there?” He continued.

“Nope. If it weren’t for the fact that your fat ass is literally crushing me, I probably wouldn’t even be able to feel your presence, it bothers me that little.” Geto snorted at the quip.

“Well then, you would probably be the worst curse user in all of history if you weren’t able to feel me right now.” And then there was a lull as Suguru scanned over his friend again. Gojo tried not to writhe under his scrutinising looks, he tried to keep it to a mere shuffle to not show how nervous he truly was. 

“Not ticklish, you say?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, no I-I’m n-ngh! Would you stop that!” In the middle of his sentence, Geto delivered another poke to Gojo’s already quivering tummy. The muscle tightened and twitched on impact, making it harder to put up the front that Gojo is working hard to keep up. The dark haired man snickered. However painfully annoying Gojo was at times, he could also be so undeniably cute. Suguru use his two index fingers to walk a gentle path from the bottom of Gojo’s hip all the way to his top ribs, and he relished in the shudder it caused in the elder. 

“So, I suppose it really wouldn’t bother you if I tested out my theory, yes?” He inquired. The question caused Gojo to stutter. He couldn’t be serious!

“No, I don’t t-think that’s necessary, Suguru.” He cursed at the way his own voice wobbled. “Cmon, let’s just forget this and go and play poke- n-nO fuhuck! s-stop that!” Satoru had to clench his jaw the second he felt Suguru’s nibble fingers pinching a line up his ribs. The touch was gentle and warm, all the things Suguru is to Satoru, the softness usually making him feel so comfortable. But right now, his stomach felt like it was doing backflips and his teeth ground together just to stop the titters threatening to escape. He could fight this, he thought. He’s Gojo Satoru, and he’d be damned if he let some tickling affect him. The shorter boy was still trailing his ribs with soft fluttering techniques, and he smiled down at his friend, who had slapped a hand over his mouth. 

“Careful, Satoru, I think I almost heard a giggle there. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re ticklish, do you?” He teased. His voice was low and sultry, in a way that made Gojo want to hollow purple him half way across the world. A furious blush began to rise on his cheeks, both from holding in his laughter and from the teasing voice. Geto then began to skitter his fingers lightly across his tummy, watching how Gojo began to twitch to the side. “You know, if you want to escape this so bad, you could just put up infinity. It surely can’t be that much of a distraction for you to not be able to use it.” Geto chided. That bastard. He was right, though. It absolutely shouldn’t be that hard to put up infinity under such minimal pressure. He was the strongest sorcerer in the world, a few touches shouldn’t stop him. Yet, the truth of the matter is, Gojo had been trying - and evidently failing - to get his infinity up for the last two minutes. They both felt the loose cursed energy hang in the air like an unspoken truth, before immediately fizzling out when Geto flexed his fingers the tiniest amount. How humiliating. 

“G-Go fuHuck yours-sehelf, Suguru.” The older choked back. He tried not to look at his friend, tried to avoid eye contact because he knew that would be the one thing to break him. His heels began to dig into the carpet. He felt an involuntary grin being etched onto his face, behind his hands. 

“Oh, that’s not very nice. I thought I was your best friend, Satoru.”

“As if. I’m g-gohonna kiHIll you, Suhuguru!” Oh shit. The dam was breaking. Small huffs of laughter were beginning to slip through the cracks and he still could not get his damn infinity up! He heard Geto hum and threatened to crack an eye open, just in time to watch the other slightly roll up his shirt. A devastating pause. 

“Do you think this is ticklish, Satoru?”

“Is wha- gAH! no! Y-Yohohou fuhUhucker!” Nothing could have prepared Gojo for an index finger to be planted right into his navel and subsequently scratch around the edges. He arched his back to the side and began twisting his head in ticklish agony. A bright flurry of giggles and chortles were coming out of the wood works and not even god himself could stop them now. 

“Oh, look Satoru! We’ve found your laughter after all. Oh, that’s good, I was starting to think maybe I had gotten this all wrong.” Geto snarked, a shit eating grin taking over his features. “Or perhaps I am still wrong. Tell me, Satoru, does it tickle or not?” Suguru bastard Geto. Gojo, trapped in this very unfamiliar sensation, was struggling to comprehend what he should do. Should he cover his mouth to stop the laughter? Cover his face to hide his embarrassment? Cover his tickle spots so Suguru’s hands couldn’t reach them? Or should he just scrap every idea in that pile and kick his best friend in the balls to get away. All such viable options. His mind races a mile a minute and still it wouldn’t be able to catch up to the speed in which his laughter was coming out in.

“Suguhuhuru!“ He yelped, grabbing his best friend’s wrists. “S-Suhuuhugu! FuhuhUHuchk off! Shit! Whehehere’s my infinihihity!” He cursed continuously, feeling how Geto had thrown his other hand into the fray. One hand digging in his navel and the other one skittering across his ribs in the most torturous of ways. Gojo began to contort his body to try and escape, but Geto kept a solid weight pinning him down. “Fuhuhuck Suhuhuhugu- I-I can’t! Ihihi cahaHAHan’t.”

“Sure you can, Satoru! You can and you will.” There was a sick and sadistic smile on the younger’s face right now. “All you have to do is admit to me how utterly and helplessly ticklish you are, and I’ll let you go.”

The look on Gojo’s face was comical as he cried out “Hehehell no!” Stubborn as ever. Suguru tsked at the attitude. 

“That’s fine by me, I can keep this up all day. I wonder where else you’re sensitive. Hmm, let me see…” His voice trailed off as he went back to overseeing which ticklish spots would be his next victim. Gojo saw a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“Whahatehever you’re t-thihinking don’t you even dar- Suhuguru! NYAHAhahahaha gohohohohohod!” Satoru screeched when hands shot under his arms, burying themselves and solidifying an unruly, ticklish sensation. His arms clamps by his sides, head thrown back and back arching, trying everything to stop the feeling. Suguru chuckled at the state of his best friend. 

“Nya haha? You do make the strangest sounds, Satoru, quite adorable if you ask me.” His voice was dripping in honey and Gojo really was finding it hard to compute what he was saying while being over taken by laughter. “Tell me, Satoru, are you Gojo Satoru because you’re ticklish or are you ticklish because you’re Gojo Satoru?” He punctuated his statement by drilling further into the boy’s armpits, the fabric of his uniform hardly acting as a barrier for the ticklish onslaught. 

“EEYAHAhahaha! Ihihihihi- fuhuhuHUCK! I’m gohohonna- g-geheheht yohohohou so bahad!” He cried. The taller’s arms cradled around his chest, his body began to give up on him and his jerking was slowing down. He had no choice but to take his very sensitive punishment. “Suhuhuhuhuhguuhuhu!” It came out as a whine from the back of his throat enveloped in between his giggles. 

“Tohoruhu.” Suguru mocked back. 

“M-Mohohohove p-plEHEAse! ihihihihi cahahahan’t.” He was becoming desperate as tears of mirth began to glisten in his crinkled eyes. Suguru chuckled, admiring the way his best friend’s nose crinkled with laughter. 

“Begging already? You really want me to move away from this spot?” A half rhetorical question that was answered with a desperate nod. He grinned like the cheshire cat. “Oh, alright. Since you finally learned what manners are. Let’s see… where haven’t we been yet, Toru?” He scanned and searched the expanse of Gojo’s vulnerable frame, in search of the final kill. His fingers pinched and prodded anywhere he could get his hands on in search of a singular spot that would get him the reaction he wanted. His hunt for that spot was soon over when he lightly skittered his nails across the other’s inner thigh, rewarding him with a jolt unlike any other. Suguru smirked. 

“Satoru~” He purred and Gojo felt his stomach drop. Geto shifted slightly, just enough so that he was able to pry the taller’s legs open and have easy access to his thighs.  “Is there anything you want to say before I do what we both know I’m going to do?” He cocked his head to the side playfully as he watched his friend’s legs start scrambling for purchase. 

“I’m gohoing t-to kill yohou, Suguru. Please don’t do this. Please p-please ple—EEEEYAHAA!” 

Suguru almost had to cover his ears from the volume of the absolute shrill scream that ripped out of Gojo’s throat. His back arched briefly before slamming down simply at a few nails scribbling against his inner thigh. Every nerve ending in his system was suddenly alight and screaming at him to get away from the feeling. His already heightened senses felt like they’d been dialled up to 100, his laughter coming out in roars, howls and chortles. Gojo reached up to pull at his own hair, physically feeling like he was being driven to madness at the feeling. 

“Oh, I like this spot, Satoru. Look how it’s gotten you all worked up.” Geto’s voice was barely audible above Gojo’s screams. He felt devious enough to dig his index fingers into a spot well too close to the other’s groin and indulged in the involuntary snort that followed after. “Honestly, Satoru, you’re laughing so much it’s making me forget how oh so not-ticklish you are.” He couldn’t take it anymore. The white haired man was convinced that if he laughed anymore he was either going to piss himself or pass out, whichever more embarrassing method came first. He made a mental note to never mess with Suguru again, deciding to put his pride aside for the sake of his sanity. 

“OHOHOKAY! ohohkahahahay OKAY! ihihiHIHIHI LIHIHIHED!” He screamed. It was honestly a mission just to get those words out. “ihihihi— JEHEHEHESUS! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Bingo. 

“Oh? But that can’t be right, Satoru. You’re not ticklish, remember?” In hindsight, Suguru was an asshole, and he should have expected the teasing. 

“GohOHOHOhohoho f—fuhuhuhuck yohoURSEHELF! NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! SuhUHUHU— gahahahahad plehehehease!” The tear streaks were beginning to make his face feel sticky and his jaw hurt from smiling so much. “P-Plehehehehehase ihihiIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! I— *snort* MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOP.”

There was an incredible sense of self-satisfaction that Geto felt when he finally pulled his hands away. Gojo lay there, writhing and clutching his stomach with residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. His whole face was flushed with a bright red and his white hair was sticking up in several directions. This is what true victory felt like. Geto pulled himself away and sat by Gojo on the floor, watching him come back to reality. A dazed, tickle induced smile remained on his face. 

“You alright there, dude? You look like you’re coming down from the most insane high right now.” He snickered. He was absolutely right. 

“Ihihif yohou tell a-anyone abohout thihis, I am gohoing to hollow purple you ihinto next week.” 

The giggly threat was enough to bring Suguru’s own laughter out, and suddenly the room was filled with two sources of laughter. He smiled fondly at his best friend, his one and only, before holding out his hand to pull him up. 

“Noted.”