SATORU GOJO and SUGURU GETO are no stranger to your nightmares.
it'll be late at night. two men wrapped around you, limbs slung over you carelessly. satoru's face will be buried in your neck, while suguru's is nestled in your hair. it'll be peaceful, at first.
and then there'll be a jerk between their arms. a jerk, and then another, and then a gasp. before you know it, you'll be heaving, bleary eyes fluttering open and hands clinging to the first thing they can touch.
satoru is always the first one to stir. he's a light sleeper, always alertβbeing the strongest, he has to be. he's already being pulled from his dreams when he feels you shift, but your uneven breathing is what wakes him up all the way.
"hey," he breathes, voice raspy with sleep. he lifts his head from where it rests on your shoulder, the movement making his head spin. his bleary eyes hone in on you, shaking and writhing in his hold, holding him like a vice.
"hey." it's firmer this time, accompanied by a hand cupping your cheek. he doesn't lift your head, not now, but he lets his thumb swipe across your skin. his skin against yours grounds you.
suguru is the last to rouse. his eyebrows furrow together, as if to protest the inevitable, before his eyes slide open. his gaze goes to satoru, then to you.
"mm. 's okay, shh," he coos, pressing a kiss to your cheek. his hands move to your hips, settling there with a purpose, like they belong there.
you finally lift your head, tentatively meeting those icy blues. satoru's eyes are soft in a way meant only for you and suguru, his lips curled into a sappy smile.
"there you are," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "shh. we've got you."
he pulls your head into his neck. you don't speak; words aren't needed with the way you cling to him like a koala. the only noise that leaves you is a barely-audible whine, the sound a puppy would make. it's drowned out by a kiss to your lips from suguru.
it's not long before their soft caresses and tender kisses lull you right back to sleep.
