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If Satoru Gojo was the honored one, then what did that make the man who put him on his knees?
Geto smirked at the way his friend looked, his blue eyes heavy lidded and dazed with lust, his pale skin flushed as pink as cherry blossoms. Satoru whined as Geto gently smacked his face with the tip of his cock, still wet with Satoru’s saliva. He wanted Geto’s cock back in his mouth, but he was helpless to the firm hand gripping his hair, holding his mouth just out of reach.
“So impatient,” Suguru teases. “We’re only just getting started.”
Satoru wants to banter back, to say “Oh is that so?”
But before he can form words, Suguru has pulled him up firmly by the scalp, making Satoru yelp before blushing furiously. Satoru is reeling in a haze of his own lust, caught off balance as Suguru presses his broad hand against his chest and pushes him roughly back onto the bed, smirking. They fucked like they sparred, and he loved the unspoken consent between them. Satoru could stop his touch at a mere thought, could just as easily turn the tables on him, and sometimes he did. But there was a challenge in the way they devoured each other. Win or lose, dominate or be dominated. The unbreakable man, begging Suguru to break him. Begging to be touched, when nothing and no one else could touch him, or would dare to. Suguru enjoyed being pinned to the bed sometimes by Gojo’s technique, but tonight it was his turn.
Geto quickly stripped the pillow of its case, and tied the fabric around his friend’s wrists, holding them above his head, kissing him roughly as he climbed atop him. He yanked the restraint, causing Satoru to gasp, and he took advantage of the opportunity to thrust his tongue between his friend’s teeth. They kissed until they were breathless, panting, and forced to part. The heat between them burned hotter than any curse.
Suguru leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He took in the form of Satoru, stretched taut beneath him, hands still pinned above his head but regretfully still clothed. He’d have to fix that. He loosened the fabric around Satoru’s wrists and freed them for a moment, blood rushing back into his fingertips. Before Satoru could do more than reach up a hand to untie Suguru’s bun, Suguru had yanked his shirt over his head and grabbed him by the jaw, pulling him up as he dismounted the bed to remove the rest of his own clothes. Gojo’s boxers were soon discarded as well, and while he was upright Geto took the opportunity to re-tie his hands, this time behind his back. He shoved Satoru back again, more helpless than before, unable to do anything other than wiggle on the sheets as the cool air-conditioned air hit his throbbing cock. Suguru licked his lips.
Now, Suguru wasn’t one to brag, but he did enjoy putting on a good show. Presentation was important. But so was practice, and if there was anything he had practice with, it was swallowing.
Just as Satoru had hissed at the touch of the cool air, he groaned at the sudden heat around his length as Geto skillfully took him down his throat in one fluid motion. Suguru looked up at him, meeting Satoru’s fevered gaze as he drew back, lavashing Satoru’s width, running the tip of his tongue down the vein underneath. Satoru’s eyes fluttered closed behind his delicate eyelashes and he bit his lip as Suguru took him deep once more, working his throat around the sensitive tip, tonguing at his testicles. His nose nestled gently into the fine white hair above Satoru’s cock, following it upward with his eyes, to Satoru’s silky happy trail, to the ripple of his abs, the way he trembled at Suguru’s ministrations. He drew back just enough to take a deep breath heavy with Satoru’s scent before beginning to fuck his own throat more earnestly. Swallowing curses had pretty much done away with Geto’s gag reflex, but it did make Satoru taste amazing by comparison. He found himself getting lost in the pleasure of sucking cock, his own eyes slipping closed with focus. He couldn’t hear anything other than the lewd sounds of saliva, than Satoru’s ragged breathing, than the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. Satoru’s legs began to tremble and his back arched beautifully; only when he began to shake did Suguru wrap his hands around his ankles, pinning them down.
Suguru was unrelenting, sucking and swallowing around him at a frenetic pace, not stopping for breath, single-minded in his goal.
Soft moans began to fall from Satoru’s lips and he writhed with pleasure. Geto opened his eyes, looking up to search for Satoru’s face. Satoru bucked up into his mouth, unable to control himself as he cried out. Suguru could taste his cum on the back of his tongue. Satoru’s eyes flew open as he came, his irises flickering between their usual crystal blue and the almost bioluminescent glow of the Six Eyes as Satoru lost control completely.
“A-ahh–” He thrust down Geto’s throat one last time, and Geto swallowed around him neatly before pulling back to flash him a wicked grin. Not a drop of cum was wasted; it was the best thing Suguru had swallowed in days. He continued to lap at the tip until Satoru was whimpering with overstimulation, twisting his hips away. Geto finally let up, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the way he had the strongest sorcerer at his complete mercy.
“Fuck,” Gojo panted. “Suguru…”
“Yes?” Suguru replied sweetly, smoothing his hair from his face before climbing atop his friend once more.
“That was amazing,” it was almost a whisper, spoken between breaths.
“I’m not done yet,” Geto replied, his smile quirking. “Don’t be so self-centered. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“Fuck,” Satoru said again, then whined. Geto hadn’t even fucked him yet.
He helped Gojo sit up enough to untie his hands, to give him a moment to collect himself. Satoru flexed his fingers to get the blood flowing back to them now that it was freed from his erection. Suguru tousled his friend’s hair, which was sticking out at even stranger angles than normal, then rested his palm on the smooth skin of Satoru’s shoulder.
“Satoru..”
It was then that Gojo noticed the state Suguru was in. His eyes were intense, his cock so hard it looked painful. His dark hair was damp and unkempt, and when he licked his lips Satoru could tell he was still drooling from the taste of his cum. He was weak with lust. In a moment of glorious post-nut clarity, Satoru seized his chance.
Red. The power to repel. Devastating when applied in a large scale fight, but he had enough control of his cursed energy to make it gentle if he chose. This was no fight, and Gojo chose something close to– but not quite– gentle.
He pinned Suguru to the mattress in an instant, grinning his cockiest smile as he took his turn to climb on top. Suguru gave him an exasperated look, rueful to give up control but too curious to resist.
Satoru rubbed his cheek catlike against the side of Suguru’s cock, the skin soft and hot against his face. Suguru’s cock twitched at the touch. Geto’s fists clenched as Satoru took him inside his mouth, sucking sloppily for a few seconds before moving to position himself above Geto’s cock.
“What if i fuck you first?” Satoru’s grin grew wider as he sunk down onto Suguru’s cock with the weight of his body, relaxing his muscles until Suguru slipped deeper inside him, deep enough to make his eyes fall closed as he took him in to the hilt. Suguru moaned with relief, but he found when he tried to thrust that he was immobilized by Satoru’s technique. Satoru could do whatever he wanted to his cock and there was nothing he could do about it. Well, except…
Satoru lowered his hips until his balls rested on Geto’s body. With a soft groan he began to move, setting a quick and purposeful rhythm, and all thoughts were gone from Geto’s mind. Why was he annoyed? Oh, because he couldn’t move. Why did he want to move again?
Satoru took him deep, taking him harder and faster now that his body had adjusted to Suguru’s presence inside him. Geto’s hands trembled as Gojo did his best to make him forget his own name. Once Satoru found just the right angle for his own maximum enjoyment, he began to get sloppier. He was fucking Suguru hard, and he did have him immobilized and helpless. But he was getting lost in it, lost in his own pleasure. Geto might have been delirious at the sensation of Satoru’s tight body around him, but he’d never neglect a good opening for a counter strike.
He waited until Satoru was bent forward, biting his neck, slamming Suguru deep inside him erratically. Above Gojo, a black void opened, and a creature began to emerge. One of Geto’s cursed spirits. It’s tendrils snaked downwards towards Satoru’s lolling head. Geto allowed himself just a moment more– Satoru did feel amazing after all. Another moment. He could feel his orgasm building.
No, not yet.
The tendril pushed itself between Satoru’s parted lips, and his eyes flew open in alarm. It didn’t take him long to realize what had happened, but he was startled for just long enough that he forgot to maintain his technique, and Geto was able to quickly flip them over so he was back on top and Gojo pinned underneath him– with his cock still buried deep inside. Geto let the tendril wiggle inside Satoru’s mouth for a moment of humiliation, scolding Satoru for trying to take control, before sending the spirit back off where it came from. By this point, he was face to face with Satoru, those slender legs wrapped around his waist. Satoru was a mess, fucked out and yet hard again; his hands were free but he made no attempt to struggle away from Suguru’s thrusts. One hand tangled in his long hair, the other gripped his back tightly as Satoru whimpered. Suguru had lost control, fucking him hard into the matress, ravaging him with practiced strokes directly at Satoru’s sweet spot. Satoru’s cock weeped, and he whined at the litany of sensations. He couldn’t have formed words if he’d wanted to, the only thing he could think was Yes, Suguru, yes, fuck me, take me.
Geto made a helpless noise as he came, bottoming out forcefully within Satoru as he released within him. Satoru yelped and shook as Suguru rode out his orgasm, thrusting unpredictably, fast and then slowly as the last drops left his body.
He fell onto the pillows beside him. They both looked breathless and spent, but so so satisfied. Geto was heavy lidded and ragged, Gojo wearing a dazed smile with Geto’s cum seeping from his ass.
If Gojo Satoru was the honored one, then what did that make he who fucked him?