Infinity & Beyond {SatoSugu}
A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. guess who's back with satosugu by unpopular demand ! no beta we die like my will to write :3 - bunny 🔮
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.
