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"Hey wake up."
Geto blinked and groaned, struggling to his feet from his kneeling position. The fog in his head cleared and he strained to gather his surroundings. Once things began to come into focus he saw a bustling shrine, heard the crowd of tourists passing through and smelled the air thick with incense and food stalls.
"Dang that curse must have been way nastier than it looked." He turned and saw Gojo kneeling over him with curious blue eyes wide behind his dark glasses.
Fighting the clouds in his head, Geto got to his feet, tasting the all too familiar sour tang of a curse on his tongue.
Right.
They had just defeated a low level curse manifesting from confused tourists in the bustling Asakusa shrine and shopping street. A fairly routine exorcism for Jujutsu Tech students.
"Come on, let's get something from that candy place from last time. Something to wash that curse down."
With their assignment done they had the rest of the day to plod along at their leisure wandering around Tokyo. Satoru had been intrigued by a candy shop that specialized in hard, round candy with various images cleverly molded from a variety of colored sugar.
“You’re going to eat all of those now?” Suguru questioned as they meandered, shoulder to shoulder, through the thick crowd of tourists. “Aren’t you supposed to like, appreciate the artistry or something? I don’t think they’re made for shoving a fistful into your face.”
Gojo started dumping the contents of the bag straight into his mouth as if it was the dregs at the bottom of a potato chip bag and not pretty handcrafted candy. Gojo shrugged and held one up to the overcast sky, admiring the round candy with the image of a retro tv set carefully molded by skilled hands and snips.
“Hmm, there. Appreciated.” He said crunching down on one and then five more. “I thought it was going to be ramune soda flavored, but I guess it’s coconut. Here, you should cleanse your palette.”
Suguru smiled and sighed, taking a single piece.
“Fine, just one.” Geto let the subtly sweet coconut flavor envelope his tongue as they meandered their way back towards Kaminarimon.
They passed a stall chock full of plastic toy katanas, polyester kimono and ‘I <3 Tokyo shirts,’ meant to attract quick cash from tourists.
“The hell? That’s not even Japanese,” Satoru scoffed, pointing at a rack of shiny, polyester Chinese style dresses in every color imaginable. A plastic mannequin posed at them with a saucy hip tilt, wearing a shiny red thing with a dragon wrapping around the torso.
“Yeah, but you’d rock the hell out of that one,” Suguru gestured at a vibrant teal qipao with silver flower brocade that hung high on a rack.
“You’re damn right I would. Imagine the look on some curse user's face if I beat the crap out of them with these stems while I get my Chun Li on.” Satoru said, kicking his obnoxiously long legs up in a half-assed kung fu kick. Just as his foot snapped in the air an enormous thunderclap tore through the sky and the sound of a downpour came rushing in from the Sumida River. They ran under the canopy of the stall, dodging out of the way of tourists and umbrellas flying open.
“So much for a lazy day in Tokyo. Can we fly back on your manta ray thing?” Satoru huffed.
“Not unless you figured out how to make a mobile curtain.” Suguru said as the rain began pouring down in the busy shopping street. "No amount of rain will hide two guys flying through the sky on nothing."
“Shit right." Gojo pondered, scratching his neck, eyes darting about. "So uh, the day doesn't have to be over yet, let's just find a place to wait out the rain instead of trudging all the way back to school."
"Sure, got any ideas?"
-:-:-:-
Geto stood at a vending machine at the end of a hallway, lit with only pink neon lights. He bought a few cans of hot green tea for himself and milk cocoa for Gojo.
They spent too long figuring out where to head and got caught up in a pretty serious squall. Gojo insisted they needed to get to the nearest cheap love hotel so he could get a shower. Luckily, the place they found was one of the more modest affairs—no rotating beds or disco balls—just a room with all black furniture that looked like a decent place to hang for a bit while waiting for the rain to pass. Love hotels were actually a fairly common spot for them to crash after a mission—Shoko could heal them without having to bother with a curtain or going all the way back to school.
Returning to the room he shucked off his wet jacket and grabbed a clean towel to pat down his hair, tying it back into a loose bun. Gojo was still using the bathroom so he cracked open a can of tea and relaxed on the black leather sofa, surrounded by plush heart pillows, and watching the rain outside. The tea warmed him up deep in his core and helped settle his gut that had been a bit unstable after that curse.
Just as he was beginning to relax, the bathroom door flew open and Satoru slid out dramatically. In a bright blue blur he struck a poor imitation of a shaolin kung fu pose, showing off his long legs through the slit of that cheap, shiny qipao.
Geto almost spat out his tea. The thing was too small and the glossy tight fabric highlighted every detail of his well-trained chest.
"Wait...when did you buy that?" He set his can of tea down before he caused any Gojo related damages to the room.
"I teleported them a ¥10000 bill that should cover it right?" Gojo questioned, winking with a grin and shifting into a cross-legged stance.
"Follow up question then: WHY did you buy it?"
At that Gojo's saucy smile cracked a bit as his eyes darted off to the side.
"I mean...you said I'd look good in it."
Geto's face burned red as he remembered. Right. He did say that. He meant it. It might have been a joke at the time, but he didn’t know Gojo would take it to heart.
"Is that why you picked this place? Just had to show that off as soon as humanly possible?"
“Hey there big boy, whatcha doin’ in this part of Yokohama?” Gojo ignored his question and sacheted over with an exaggerated swing of the hips. Kicking his leg up he planted a foot squarely on the wall behind Geto’s head.
Fuck fuck fuck. Geto swore internally as his very baggy pants somehow suddenly became notably tight around his crotch. Oh thank Tengen, Gojo was still wearing underwear ‘cause otherwise his junk would be poking out through the slit. He cursed his dick for getting turned on by this stupidity.
He had come out about being gay to Gojo and Shoko a few weeks ago and they had been cool about it— for the most part. However, Gojo had developed a new brand of antics that were starting to push that boundary where he genuinely couldn't tell if he was flirting or mocking him. Geto struggled with finding an out.
“Pretty sure no self-respecting resident of Yokohama would be caught dead in that flimsy souvenir. And what’s with that stance, if you’re getting your Chun Li on shouldn’t you be doing kenpo?” He asked like there was nothing unusual happening.
"Is that what you're worried about? Really? With all this in your face? Come on, I go through all the effort to squeeze into this thing and this is the thanks I get?"
Geto was fully aware that Gojo was incredibly bad at expressing his true wishes, but this was something next level. His heart was starting to beat rapidly and his throat suddenly dried up. Gojo might actually be trying to seduce him in his own Gojo way of doing things. If his ego was too bloated to admit what he wanted, Geto would have to call his bluff. They couldn't just joke about this forever.
"Satoru," He murmured, watching that smile start to falter at the sound of his name alone. "You really do look good in that."
He took a moment to take a fresh sip of tea and enjoy the show of emotions battling across Gojo's face. Setting the tea back down he continued.
“But, I think it’d look even better on the floor.”
"No no no! If we're doing this the dress stays on!" Gojo declared pointedly. He finally removed his foot from the wall and took a defensive kung fu stance. "Also, I'm pretty sure I broke the zipper!"
Suguru ran down his own face and took a deep breath. Out of all the people, he was really going to fall for this idiot. He leaned back on the couch, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt before he finally asked bluntly.
“So, we are doing this?”
"We're doing this!" Gojo declared, shifting into horse stance.
"Yeah?!" Geto didn’t know what came over him as he got to his feet and shoved Gojo back onto the bed.
"Yeah!" Gojo toppled over cheering then proceeded to lay there spread eagle.
There was a pregnant pause as Geto started regretting everything when Gojo flopped over, planting his face into the mattress.
"Shit, I'm sorry Suguru. What the fuck am I doing? Can we just laugh this off and pretend this never happened?" He said, muffled a bit by the comforter.
"Satoru,” Geto took a deep breath, he was actually going to say it. “I'm game to mess around if you are, but I want you to be sure. I just don't want things to be weird between us going forward because of a whim."
"Holy shit really? You don't think I'm gross and weird after all that?” Gojo asked, turning his head to the side, peering up over his glasses.
"I don't think you're any more gross or weirder than I did before. But what brought this on all of a sudden?”
"It's just...like...I don't even know what I'm all about yet.” Gojo bit his lip and played idly with the edge of the black blanket. “But since you told me you like dudes I’ve been wondering if that’s my deal. I feel like if I'm gonna figure it out with anyone...it should be you. If my family finds out...yeah I'm not ready for that. I can’t think of a lot of people I could trust with that secret. You know how fast word travels through our world. We don't have to be a thing after this...I just gotta know. When you said I’d look good in the dress I kinda panicked and here we are."
Geto felt something indescribable deep in his gut. He had thought about what it would be like to date Satoru Gojo, but knew it could never go anywhere. As soon as they graduated Satoru would probably be paired off with whoever the clan deemed worthy of spawning more Gojos. It wasn’t worth the heartache. But this was different.
"You didn’t need to buy a goddamn qipao to convince me. We've been through a lot already, it's going to be fine. Whatever's about to happen probably isn't the most awkward, scary thing we've endured together."
"Well when you put it that way, yikes I hope not. Alright, show me what you got!" Gojo flipped back over, now tenting the fabric of his dress. Geto stifled a laugh, still in disbelief he found any of this endearing.
"Did it occur to you once that there was a chance I might not be attracted to you just ‘cause I’m gay?" He asked, taking the remote to the heater and turning it up a few notches.
"You're hilarious, you know that?" Gojo winked. Geto rolled his eyes. and reminded himself to be careful with that ego.
“I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’ve seen enough porn to give it a shot.” Geto played it cool, concealing the fact his dick was losing it's proverbially mind at the thought of actually fucking the idiot.
“You had porn this whole time and you didn’t tell me?!” Satoru whined, glaring with a pout from over the top of his glasses. “What are we talking about here, DVDs? Playboy? Is Playgirl still a thing?”
“I'm not too keen on sharing and it’s uh…” Suguru started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, throwing it next to his drying jacket. “It’s all gay porn.”
At this point Gojo’s face turned so red Geto wasn’t sure how he had enough blood to look like that AND hold an erection. He gasped and covered his mouth in realization then held up a finger thoughtfully.
“So wait- just gay porn?”
“Yes.”
“So you don’t like boobs or pussy like….at all? But like....” Gojo cupped his hands under his chest and pantomimed squeezing a huge set of breasts. “Boobs ya know?"
"What part of 'I like men' did you not understand?"
"I thought you meant 'as well as ladies' cause like seriously, who doesn't like boobs?"
“I understand the appeal, not really for me.” Geto shucked off his undershirt. “Will these suffice instead?”
Gojo’s eyes went wide, pursed his lips like a fish and made grabby hands at his friend’s ample pecs. While Gojo had the whole school beat on height, Geto definitely had them beat on raw physique. He laid back on the bed and Gojo immediately sat up and started massaging each of them like a kid with a new toy.
“Better than boobs?”
“There’s nothing in the world better than great boobs, but these are pretty fucking neato.”
“I’m flattered.” Geto chuckled. “But have you even touched a boob before?”
“I uh….shut up.” Gojo puffed his cheeks and started kneading harder. His blue eyes darted about, taking in the sight of his friend’s partially bare body, hands traveling up and down the hills and valleys of his muscle.
"Can we uh…" Gojo glanced to the side as he massaged the nipples under his thumbs. "Can I kiss you?"
"Sure thing." Suguru said with a cool smile, running his thumb over Gojo's distractingly pink lips. Acting as if he hadn't caught himself staring at said lips on several prior occasions. Geto leaned in and Gojo closed the gap between them.
At first it was soft pecks as they inched their bodies closer. Gojo wrapped his arms around him and pulled him flush against his chest, cheap polyester meeting skin. It was really pleasant at first as Geto leaned in further, cupping his cheek. Gojo started parting his lips a bit and Geto felt his heart do a little flip. He opened his lips as well and their tongues met. Moaning, Gojo shoved his whole tongue in, making their teeth clack together suddenly.
"Teeth!" Geto sputtered.
"Shit sorry." Gojo murmured, his glasses now askew, finally taking them off. "These are just gonna get in the way."
“Did you bring the blindfold?” It was a new cursed item they had been testing out, but Gojo only used it when he needed to take things seriously, which wasn’t often. “I don’t want you to get a headache in the middle of a good time.”
“I don’t usually bring it to the Asakusa mission. Besides, I’ll be fine if I’m just focusing on you.” Gojo flashed a grin and Geto felt as if Cupid’s arrow had literally jolted his heart. For someone who was just messing around, he was saying some bold shit. He wiped that smile off his face by stealing his lips again as things got quickly out of hand. They clawed at each other’s backs as they tried to deepen the kiss again, Gojo went for his hair tie which was hot at first until his hair started getting tangled in the kiss. It didn’t help that Gojo’s kissing technique was awful.
“You gotta relax Satoru, your tongue is way too stiff.” Geto sputtered, pulling away and unsticking long, dark hair from his lips.
“The more I think about relaxing the harder it gets, bleh.” Gojo wrinkled his nose and snuck out his tongue.
“I think I know what would help you relax,” Geto murmured with a smirk, running his hand up the pale thigh poking through the slit of the dress. Gojo blushed again as Geto’s fingertips reached the hemline of his boxer briefs and continued underneath the fabric.
“Gah, that tickles! And if you’re gonna touch my dick, I wanna see yours too!” Gojo kicked about until Geto retracted his hand.
“Fine, fine, I don’t even have my pants off yet, geez.” Geto flopped onto his back and slid them off until he was just in his boxers. When he turned back Gojo immediately hooked his thumbs into the top of the elastic with a determined look on his face.
“At the same time, on the count of three okay?” Gojo declared.
“Sure why not,” Geto laughed and took hold of Gojo’s briefs.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three!”
They lifted their hips together and yanked down. Both of them were a bit surprised by how hard they already were. Geto starred; everything about Gojo was stupidly pretty for such a strange guy. His dick was flushed pink and hard, framed by almost non existent white hair, the whole package draped over the flap of the qipao like some kind of goddamn renaissance painting.
“Aw man...” Gojo whined, breaking Geto out of his focus.
“What is it now?”
“I always imagined your dick had like….pube bangs or something.” Gojo murmured out the side of his mouth.
“Sorry to disappoint.” Geto said, shifting to take the boxers off completely until he was fully nude. “ Always imagined, huh? How long have you been thinking about my dick bangs, Satoru?”
“I—shut up…” Gojo murmured, at a rare loss for words. He reached over and suddenly took Geto’s dick in hand and started stroking. Geto hissed and gasped at the light, but insistent touch. At least Gojo had figured out some things on his own already. He took a deep breath and started jerking off that stupidly pretty cock.
While their attempt at making out had mostly ended in failure, they both managed to relax and enjoy stroking each other aimlessly in languid, blissful debauchery. A few times Gojo opened his mouth to say something, but instead bit his lip and lilted his hips into his friend’s hand. Geto stared into those endless eyes, getting lost in the feeling of Gojo’s soft touch and the silky, hard, warm flesh in his own hand. Gojo gasped a little and finally said something.
“I...uh….can I try blowing you?” Gojo asked, now thumbing the pre dripping from Geto’s slit. Geto’s brain took a moment to recover from actually hearing those words from those soft pink lips that haunted his dreams. He ran through a quick list in his head of which shrines he had prayed at recently to get so damn lucky to have the annoying, beautiful, bratty, alluring star of his late night fantasies so ready and willing to experiment with him.
“Yeah,” Geto gulped at the dryness in his throat. “Give it a shot…”
He rolled onto his back and tried really hard not to come just from the sight of Gojo getting on all fours and parting his lips over his cockhead. Gojo took a deep breath and gave a few small licks before asking,
“So, I just like….blow into it like a balloon?”
Geto had to take a few seconds to process that sentence.
“I….no…that’s not why it's called a blowjob” He tried not to laugh too hard cause it was just too pure and earnest of a question. “Just suck on it.”
Gojo looked like a deer in the headlights when hearing those words. He nodded and took a few more hesitant licks before the dark, red tip disappeared into his mouth. The feeling of the inside of a hot, moist mouth was better than he could have imagined. The soft tongue dragging over and over again on the sensitive spot on the underside of his dick was maddening. He wanted to reach out and grab a fistful of that silvery hair, but Geto didn’t want to interfere while his friend figured things out. Geto struggled to suppress the sounds that wanted to escape his chest as Gojo quickly found a rhythm that drew the best reactions. He was already riding a bit high from their mutual handjob and Gojo’s eager sucks and flushed, hollowed cheeks were driving him home too fast.
“Shit...Satoru slow down...I’m gonna—” but instead of listening Gojo grabbed the base of his dick and started stroking furiously as he kept sucking him off faster and faster. Geto yelped and fisted the sheets, feeling the pleasure build sharply and pool in his groin. “Sa...toru--ha---wait--I’m-”
Geto groaned and his hips shook as he came. Gojo kept sucking and rubbing him through his orgasm. He moaned around his dick as he drank the load for a few glorious moments, then suddenly reeled back, gasping and sputtering.
“Oh god, bad, bad idea!” Gojo stumbled off the bed and grabbed for the can of milk cocoa that had gone cold by now. He cracked it open and gargled it before chugging it down in three gulps. “Sorry, ugh, probably not the nicest reaction after eating your dick. I should have fed you more candy first.”
“I tried to warn you.” Geto lay there, trying to overcome the mood whiplash. His best friend had really just sucked him off and eaten his come without a second thought.
“Gotta say though, feeling that thing throb against my tongue was pretty great.” Gojo cracked open the other can and gulped it down with a refreshed sigh before sauntering off to the bathroom. “Lemme get the lube, I think I saw some by the tiny bottles of shampoo.”
“They had some in the vending machine too—wait lube?”
“Well yeah, you’re gonna need it to fuck me right? Even I know that!” Gojo called out from the bathroom.
“That’s not-” Geto ran a hand down his face, trying to keep his nerves in check. He was still trying to process the blowjob and Gojo was jumping right to the next thing. Was this really happening? Surely this was some kind of dream curse at this point. He glanced about, nothing seemed particularly amiss and the curse energy of the hotel seemed normal. “Satoru are you sure?”
"I don't need to put my dick in someone else to figure out if that feels good. Taking it up the ass though? That’s gotta be an acquired taste. Oh, sweet!” Gojo reappeared with two bottles in hand. “Strawberry or cotton candy? Dang, wish I knew they came in flavors before I sucked your dick that sounds fucking tasty.”
Yep, this was real. Only Satoru would spew a train of thought like that. Geto took a deep breath and pulled himself together. Satoru Gojo was offering him his ass on a silver platter and he wasn’t about to scorn whatever parade of divine blessing had brought this on.
"In that case, are you serious about keeping this on the whole time? I'm pretty sure it would be impossible to get jizz stains out of it."
"I guess the flappy thing is gonna really get in the way. But uh….I wasn’t kidding about the zipper.” Gojo lifted his arm to show the side zipper had some misaligned teeth and the zipper pull had come off completely.
"Should we...cut it off?"
"Kinky, but naw. Watch this!" With a snap of his fingers Gojo teleported the tight dress right off his body, letting the blue shiny fabric flutter to the ground.
"How long have you been waiting to use that move?" Geto asked, trying to keep it together at the sight of all 190cm of naked Satoru Gojo.
"In front of you? Ages. But I've been doing that since I was a kid so I could get the fuck out stiff, formal clothes ASAP. They were always holding these stupid family meetings right before Digimon. I wasn’t gonna waste time with those layers."
Ages, huh?
“Alright let’s get your dick slicked up and let’s get started!”
“Satoru, it’s not that easy, we have to stretch you open first.” Geto held up a hand.
“Huh?”
“It’s not gonna slide right in with just lube.”
“But I wanna start nowwwwwww!”
“Nope. Get over here.” Geto sat up on the bed, beckoning with his hand. When Gojo just stood there pouting, he sighed and added, “And get on your hands and knees.”
Gojo’s cheeks burned and he scrambled over to get into position. With the dress gone, Geto took the time to really appreciate Gojo’s backside. He ran his large hands down dips and curves of musculature that was always so well hidden under that tailored uniform. His only experience seeing naked men this intimately was the movies he watched late at night on his portable DVD player at as low a volume as possible. And the porn stars in those films would probably pay a fortune to have such light hair and pristine pink balls as what he was staring at now. Everything about Satoru Gojo was absolutely unfair.
“Here use this one,” Gojo insisted while holding up the cotton candy bottle.
“Uh sure, not that it matter—oh,” Geto had started squirting the liquid onto his hand when Gojo darted forward, taking his fingers in his mouth. He hummed and licked about as if he was eating a cotton candy lollipop and not the hand Geto was about to shove up his ass. Despite having already felt that mouth around his cock Geto stirred again from the completely different sensation sucking at his hand.
“Eh, not bad.” Gojo shrugged and resumed the position on his hands and knees. “Don’t think it would have done much against that jizz taste.”
Geto cleared his throat and reapplied the lube. He circled the ring with his fingertip and gently pressed in. Gojo sucked him in so quickly he almost yelped in surprise. He still had never done this before, not even to himself and was surprised at how hot and tight it felt. Gojo leaned into the mattress and started murmuring incoherently.
“HolyshitSuguruthatssogoodishouldadonethisforeveragoohmygodohmygodohmygod…”
“Shh… it’s alright I got you,” Suguru kissed his back and murmured soothing words as he slowly thrust in and out, completely dumbstruck at how such a tight spot would ever be capable of taking a dick. Gojo keened and hissed, stroking himself to try and lose himself in the moment and relax.
"How is it? Let me know if it hurts."
"It doesn't hurt, it's just...different. God, your fingers are huge, can’t believe that’s just one. Come on, give me one more.”
Gojo kept putting on a brave act as Geto experimented a bit with more lube and fingers, but it was clear from his sounds and cringing that it wasn’t working out as well as they hoped.
"We don't have to try that. Guys can do plenty of other stuff besides anal." Geto reassured him.
"Woah, please enlighten me, gay porn expert." Gojo said, clearly glad to have an out.
Geto lay back and patted his groin.
“Bring your dick here.” Gojo nodded and scooted forward until they met and Geto wrapped a hand around them both.
“Oh fuck that’s kinda hot,” Gojo whined a bit, entranced watching and feeling a thick, strong hand stroke their erections side by side. His eyes narrowed and started glowing a bit.
They both got lost in the feeling, the air filing with the scent of sex and sugar and the sound of their small gasps and moans. Gojo worried at his lip and started thrusting more insistently, grinding into Geto’s fist. Geto let go as Gojo rested on his chest, grasping at his pecs again as he started riding the sensation. Geto’s breath became more and more labored as he grabbed Gojo's waist, grinding more insistently. Gojo whimpered and picked up the pace. Sweat and slick gathered between them as the motions and cries became even more shameless with each thrust. Geto cupped his ass and Gojo clung tighter to his chest. Just as he neared his peak, Geto slipped his fingertip back into Gojo’s opening on a whim. Gojo made an unintelligible noise and came so hard that tears began to well in his glittering eyes.
Gojo remained still as he panted and collected himself. Geto hadn't gone off, but the intensity of it all was still almost too much to handle. He gazed down and treasured the rare and special sight of the face of a Six Eyes user overwhelmed with bliss. Gojo slowly sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm.
"That was so fucking good. God Suguru, I could hump your body all day."
I’d love nothing more. Geto thought to himself. He wanted to say it. He should have said it.
"Suguru, changed my mind. I think I can take it now. Or...I mean...want to take it now.”
“Alright,” Geto gulped and tried to steady his nerves, taking the lube from the nightstand, unconcerned with whatever flavor it was.
"L-lemme do it…" Gojo took the lube and dribbled it in his hand, letting it warm up a moment before easing two of his own fingers into himself.
“Good call,” Suguru murmured absentmindedly, watching Gojo ride his own hand for a few minutes, ignoring the puddle of jizz still clinging to his abs.
“Kay,” Gojo pulled his fingers out and started stroking Geto's dick, furrowing his brow and worrying at his lip.
"You alright?" Geto mumbled in between labored breaths.
"Yeah just...feel like I gotta take my time." Gojo climbed on top of him and centered himself with a deep breath. He slathered his still wet hand over his opening and aimed Geto's dick.
Staring into his friend's eyes as he impaled himself on his cock was like watching the rain clouds disappear after a storm.
"Suguruuu~~~" Gojo keened as he bit his lip and made shallow little thrusts until he was fully seated inside.
The sensation of being buried so deep in that tight, hot core, with lean, warm thigh wrapping around his hips was better than anything he could have ever imagined. They looked into each other's eyes and Suguru knew there was no chance things could ever be normal between them again. How could he have thought for one moment this would only be a simple, friendly fuck and they could go about their normal lives. Geto cursed himself for biting the forbidden fruit. It was everything he dreamed and more, but there was no way Gojo could ever truly be his and his alone. But there was no going back, he had to devour paradise whole while he still had the chance.
Geto was the first to break the trance by grabbing his face and smashing their lips together. Gojo moaned into his mouth as their kiss became frenzied, desperate, he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders and started moving his hips. Gojo’s technique was still rough, but he didn't particularly care this time as they lost themselves in the moment. Geto gripped his asscheeks and lifted Gojo with ease, settling his movements into a pace that squeezed him at just the right pace.
"Ffffuck," Gojo broke the kiss and threw his head back. “Your cock is so thick. It's so fucking good."
“Yeah?” Geto grunted, watching that hard, pretty, pink cock bob violently with every movement. Dripping glistening bits of pre everywhere despite having just come a minute ago. “Tell me how good it is.”
“Can’t word good right now.” Gojo whined. They rested their foreheads together, Gojo’s breath now coming in small, breathy whines, freeing a hand to grab his dick and stroke. Geto lay back and watched in awe as Gojo Satoru rode his cock like a madman. Every jerky, tight burst of friction better than the last.
“Suguru I-I….Suguru... l lo-unngghhhh!”
Gojo’s words cracked as he convulsed, his release shooting all the way up to Geto’s collarbone.
Geto was sure he went crossed eyed and was thrust into the void for a second as it all came crashing down. He came harder than he ever had before. His hands ached as his fingertips dug into those pale thighs and felt his cock still throbbing in aftershocks. It took a long while before they caught their breath and Geto realized how hard he was gripping those legs, finally letting go.
Gojo pulled off and collapsed in a heap next to him, unconcerned with the cum dripping everywhere. Geto burned the image into the theater of his mind. The strongest sorcerer in centuries, his dearest friend, completely undone, vulnerable and beautiful as ever.
“That was great but...I’m a little sore. Can you check that we didn’t rip anything?” Gojo blushed and rolled over on his stomach.
Gojo buried his face in the pillow as his cheeks were pulled apart. The hole Geto had been admiring before was unharmed. Instead it was now a lovely dark pink with his own white essence dripping out in one of the most obscene, lovely things he had ever seen in his life. One of the most delectable things he had seen in his life. Geto didn’t even know what came over him as he leaned in and started eating his own seed out of that perfect ass.
“Shit shit shit..” Gojo whined into the pillow. “Should you be doing that?”
“This isn’t even the weirdest thing I’ve put in my mouth today.” He never thought he’d ever actually try this, and maybe it was too much for a first time, but damn if it wasn’t a delight to hear Gojo’s cries and feel and taste that candy flavored hole twitch about his tongue. When he was satisfied he sat up and wiped his mouth.
“Y’know what, I think the cotton candy flavor actually does make a difference.”
-:-:-:-
They showered off together, getting clean, but not without a few breaks for soapy petting and lazy kisses along the way. The two of them started dressing, but Gojo crawled back in bed in just his briefs and undershirt, ripping off the soiled comforter and patting the spot next to him.
“Can we just….I dunno….cuddle for a bit?” Gojo murmured, his eyes unreadable behind his glasses once again.
“There’s still a lot of time before curfew, don’t see why not.” Geto said, checking the time on his phone.
They lay together for a while with only the sound of the rain still pouring outside. Gojo used his arm as a pillow and played idly with one of Geto’s nipples under his shirt. Now that his brain wasn’t fogged with sex Geto settled back into reality and he struggled how to address the massive elephant in the room. However, it was Gojo who ended up breaking the silence.
“That was really fun, Suguru. If it's okay, I wanna keep doing this. Not at school though. If the wrong person finds out...ugh I don’t even want to think about the meetings. But I don’t want to treat you like the clan head’s forbidden affair either.”
“You don’t have to have all the answers right here and now. But yeah, this was really fun. I’m happy to go again whenever you are.” Geto said, kissing the top of his head. Gojo blushed and kicked his legs back and forth in excitement. Geto felt his chest tighten a bit. Maybe there had nothing to fear in the first place from biting the forbidden fruit. Maybe family and duties would pull them apart someday, but maybe it would be worth the pain if they could just have....whatever this was.
“For now maybe we should just swing by again next time we’re on the regular Asakusa mission. I uh...should try a few more things before I’m totally 100% sure I’m into men,” Gojo smirked.
“It’s a date,” Geto returned the smile. “I’ll help as many times as you need until you’re sure. No qipao required.”
Gojo’s smirk widened and Geto immediately regretted bringing up the damn dress.
“You’re already planning what color you’re going to wear next time aren’t you?”