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“Sa-to-ru . I hope I didn’t arrive at a bad time. Can I come in?”
It’s a little after midnight, and Satoru’s home by chance only - usually he’s on missions or he sleeps at Jujutsu Tech, but this time he’s at his apartment in Ginza when Geto Suguru - Curse User and Cult Leader and Love of His Life - decides to drop in for a surprise visit. Satoru knew it was him before he opened the door, Satoru felt him when he got off his Manta Ray curse and gracefully landed in front of his building, and he was ready to welcome him inside.
Suguru never calls, but sometimes he appears, seemingly out of nowhere.
“What if I wasn’t here, hmmm? What if I had guests ?” Satoru teases, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. Suguru pouts at him, his full lower lip jutting out slightly.
“Oh, Satoru - if you’re not in the mood, you just have to say so. No need to be mean like that.”
The way his name rolls off Suguru’s tongue, he’s already feeling a pleasurable shudder going through his body - while he wasn’t in the mood for anything before, he’s rapidly getting there. It seems like Suguru’s simple presence manages to spark a pavlovian sort of effect in his system.
Suguru appears on his doorstep and his libido awakens from its slumber, like Suguru’s an adventurer and Satoru’s dick is the dragon whose lair he stumbled into.
“So are you going to let me in?” Suguru asks, batting his lashes.
They haven’t seen each other in a while , and Suguru’s dressed in casual clothes - he’s serpentine and lovely, his body language is flirty and seductive. He leans into Satoru’s space and blows air on his nose, then pulls back quickly.
Satoru reaches out a hand and grabs a lock of his hair, twists it over his finger and tugs at it.
“I haven't decided yet. Tell me why you’re here first - ”
Suguru smirks and puts both his hands on Satoru’s chest, nosing under his jaw.
“I’m here because I’ve been craving something~”
Satoru smirks and puts a hand around Suguru’s middle. He pulls him close and Suguru giggles, raises one leg as he leans forward.
“Tell me what you're craving, Suguru.”
“Something only you can give me….”
Naughty little kitty cat. He knows exactly what to say to stroke Satoru’s ego,
“...but if you’re not available, I suppose I’d have to find someone else…”
…and exactly what to say to challenge him and get his blood boiling.
The thought of Suguru with someone else, even just hypothetically, makes him grit his teeth. He pushes his hand in Suguru hair and grips it once and then lets go. Leans forward and rubs his nose against Suguru’s.
“Suguru-baby, no one can give it you like I can, you know that,” he says with a smirk. Suguru often teases him about finding someone else, but both of them know it’s just that - teasing. Something to rile up Satoru’s possessiveness, not something either of them would ever entertain - much too entwined with each other, have been since they met, since they first kissed, since they first touched each other.
The fact that Suguru is a wanted criminal and Satoru is supposed to execute him on sight is merely a hiccup. They’re meant to be together so they always end up together, attracted to each other like magnets, unable to stop themselves.
Suguru doesn’t answer Satoru’s taunt, he simply raises himself on his tip-toes and pecks him on the lips - cute .
Satoru drags his hands down Suguru’s waist, possessively groping his ass and thighs before hoisting him up his body. Suguru lets himself be manhandled freely, laughing and wrapping his legs around Satoru’s middle, his arms around Satoru’s shoulders. Satoru spins him around and into his apartment, effectively carrying him over the threshold.
“Oh, look - “ he says, cheeky, as Suguru hangs onto him, “It seems I caught a naughty curse user, prowling on my front steps like a stray cat. What should I do with him?”
Suguru puts a hand on his forehead, dramatic, playing into the whole thing.
“Oh, no. I’ve been caught. What will happen to me? Please show mercy, Gojo- sama ~”
Satoru grins as he takes him to the bedroom and throws him on the bed.
“No mercy - I’ve decided I want to have my way with you.”
Satoru takes off his shirt and kneels on the bed between Suguru's spread legs, looms over him with what he hopes is a serious looking face. Suguru simply smirks at him, flutters his lashes and pulls him down on top of him to kiss him. Likes to feel Satoru's weight on top of him, likes to feel immobilized under his solid body. Lips open and lets Satoru's tongue in his mouth, sucks on it, bites. Meanwhile, Satoru's hands sneak under Suguru's sweatshirt, pushing it up.
It's rare to see Suguru in regular clothing - it's always the cult leader get-up nowadays. Meanwhile, this is just a glimpse of what things would have been like if they had been together.
Every inch of skin he exposes is a treat. Satoru's just as enthralled with Suguru's body now as he was the first time he undressed - 16 and fingers shaking, after a mission, first kisses followed first teenage fumbling. The only person he's ever wanted. The swell of Suguru's chest, the ways his abdomen tenses and dips when he breathes, his curved waist and rounded hips, the soft flesh between his thighs.
Suguru's cute little nipples both have barbell piercings, and Satoru's pinches them both at the same time, rolls them gently between his fingers. Suguru gasps, closes his eyes and tilts his head back onto the pillow as Satoru caresses him, takes one nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue over it. Lavishes his skin with kisses and small bites.
There's an X shaped scar on Suguru's chest that Satoru considers as his personal failure to protect him. He’s kissed it so many times over the years, ran his lips and tongue over the raised skin in apology and tenderness.
“Satoru - ”
“Shhh…Prisoners don’t get to talk. I get to do whatever I want with you now.”
He teases Suguru as he undresses him, takes his time with gentle, lingering touches. Leaves hickies and lovebites in his wake. Suguru squirms under the attention, his cock straining in his boxers. He tries to buck against Satoru, rub himself against his thighs. Satoru has no intention of giving him what he want, not yet. He wants Suguru desperate and needy for him.
Suguru is a good boy most of the time, he likes being praised and likes being told what to do. He rarely brats around, but even then, to Satoru it’s harmless and cute. Like a whiny cat that complains when you don’t scratch it right - but Satoru always makes sure to have him purring in contentment by the end of night.
When he finally takes off Suguru’s pants, he makes sure to pull them off roughly, so that the waistband of his pants drags against his dick. Suguru hisses between clenched teeth, and gives Satoru a pleading look. His chest is flushed, rising and falling with each gasping breath, bruises forming from Satoru's attention. His dark hair is loose over his shoulders, beautiful, contrasting with his pale skin, locks of hair catching.
Suguru's got a belly button piercing that he got before he ever joined Jujutsu Tech, polished metal glinting slightly. There's a trail of dark, smooth hair starting bellow it, going down and disappearing into the waist of his thigh, silky boxers, struggling to against the pressure of Suguru's erection. There’s a growing wet spot where his cock has been leaking precum, and Satoru presses his thumb right on top of it.
Suguru looks at him with his lower lip between his teeth and his eyes half-lidded. So pretty and close to begging, Satoru can't help the feeling smug delight that grows in his chest. His baby. Satoru can't help himself, moves forward and gives him a small peck on the lips. Winks at him and then flips him around. Suguru yelps, cute, surprised by the sudden action and the fact that he's suddenly face down on the bed. Satoru grabs him by the hips only, forces him up to kneel.
“I think my prisoner needs something to keep him in place while I have my way with him.”
“Satoruuuu - “ Suguru whines, smushing his face against the sheets, “Are you going to tease me a lot?”
“Yes, baby,” he coos, touching Suguru’s thigh, rubbing up and down. He pushes one finger under the elastic band of Suguru's underwear, lets it crack against his skin, “I’m planning on making you cry for me.”
Suguru moans at the promise of it, and arches his back. He raises his ass invitingly, presenting himself to Satoru. If he had a tail, he's rub it against Satoru's cheek. It's endearing and Satoru can't help but give his cute ass a slap.
There's red shibari ropes tucked away in Satoru's nightstand, bought specifically for moment's like this. Sometimes Suguru's in a special sort of mood, and Satoru's learned how to read it: whenever he's overly flirting and teasing, when there's the edge of something chemically charged between them. Suguru wiggling his ass in Satoru's face like a cat in heat, begging to be tied down and taken.
Satoru always knows what Suguru needs - he pulls out the red rope and wraps it around Suguru's chest. It's just a basic harness, but it does the trick. Arms tied behind Suguru's back, tight, bindings secure to make sure he doesn't move around. Once Suguru’s arms and chest are tied, Satoru forces him to kneel on the bed and ties his thighs together with his calves, pushed him into a frog tie with his legs spread.
The first few times they experimented with rope, the process wasn't nearly as smooth. Satoru still remembers how he used to fumble around with the binding out of nervousness, finger shaking and heart racing, not knowing how tightly he could pull them without hurting Suguru, but still deliver the pressure, the excitement of being caught. Now, it's close to second nature. He could put Suguru in a frog tie with his eyes closed.
Satoru smiles to himself, satisfied. He gives a quick slap to Suguru's ass. It jiggles invitingly, and Satoru has to step away from the bed to contain himself. If he's too close, he'll just give into the temptation of ravaging Suguru completely, and it's too soon. Part of the excitement is to let him linger in the feeling of bonds. Suguru starts to squirm against the pressure and bite of his restraints, the rope digging into his soft flesh. Intends and slight burns, the red marks that will adorn his wrists until tomorrow.
Suguru strains against the bindings, tries to close his legs but he can't. There's something so vulnerable and exposed about him like this, and it triggers all of Satoru's protective instincts at once.
“My pretty Suguru,” he praises, running his fingers over the bindings, pressing fingers on both sides of the rope, dragging his nails over skin, “How are you feeling?”
Suguru strains to look over his shoulder. His eyes starting to get hazy, and his face is all redden. Kiss-bruises lips and sweat making his hair stick. Satoru runs his fingers through his hair, and Suguru whines as he tries to nuzzle into Satoru’s palm.
“Please, Satoru, Satoru…”
He chuckles. Yeah, that's it. That's what he likes to hear.
“ Yes, yes, I know, I know…my Suguru is so needy.”
Satoru uses a scissor to cut off Suguru's underwear, though it's a pity since they're so good on him. Still, Satoru isn't the one that's bought him the slutty underwear - so why is Suguru wearing them at all? Maybe Satoru should take him shopping again, and buy him pretty things he can wear under his robes. Little marker of ownership from a lover that can't be close.
Suguru’s ass is round, perky and enticing. He should only wear slutty underwear that Satoru personally picks out for him, just so he makes sure no one else knows about them. When the cut up briefs are discarded, Satoru spreads his cheeks apart and the jeweled base of a buttplug glimmering there.
“Well, well, well….what do we have here?” Satoru grabs the edge of the plug and plays with it, pushing it deeper inside and twisting it around, “It seems like my prisoner came here with a slutty little secret, hmmm? Hoping to get fucked?”
Suguru only whines, and wiggles around on the bed like he's trying to escape somewhere - away from Satoru's demanding gaze. He get embarrassed easily, overstimulated, and he wants to hide into himself. There's a special sound Suguru makes when he's already sliding deep into subspace, it calls out to Satoru's lizard brain, sends his cock into overdrive. Satoru's hand slaps down heavily over Suguru's ass.
“Come on, answer me. Don't play coy with me now!"
Satoru rains down slaps one after the other, and the sound of them harsh. Suguru's skin reddens, blood rushing to the surface, his ass glowing with the heated flush of repeated impact. When it's not enough, he pulls out his belt, makes a loop with it and cracks it against Suguru’s thigh, before turning it on his ass and belting three times in quick succession.
“Is this how I’m supposed to punish you?” he teases, and slaps his belt against Suguru’s flesh. “It doesn’t seem fair – you’re enjoying it too much.”
“Hah, maybe you - ahhhh - punish me harder, Gojo-sama, ” he hears the smirk in Suguru’s voice, the way he teases him.
There’s a loud smacks, successive and rhythmic, each one followed by Suguru’s sharp, hissing breath. The belt is a different sensation - hitting against his already sensitive, sore ass, it raises welts on the skin and forms bruises. It hurts, it has to hurt, but endorphins are already rushing through his whole body, and the pain is all pleasure now. High and heated, dizzy-drunk on it. Squirming . Panting. Tears in Suguru's lashes, down his cheeks. He wants to grind his cock against the sheets but he’s immobilized by the bindings. Suguru’s desperate, aroused moans, the frantic movements.
"Am I hurting you?"
“Yes,” Suguru hisses, but instead of the next blow, Satoru runs finger over his taint and down his tight balls, down the vein of Suguru’s hard, leaking dick. He rubs over the slit of his cockhead.
“But look how you’re leaking everywhere,” Smack , “Tell me again – how does it feel?”
“It hurts so good, Gojo-sama,” Suguru moans into the sheets, “I need -”
“What do you need?” He pushes against Suguru’s plug and then teases it against the rim before taking it out completel. Suguru’s hole twitches, cute, and Satoru spits on it and pushes it inside with two fingers. Suguru tries to push himself against the pressure of Satoru’s fingers, but he pulls his hand away and hits the belt against his thigh again. Satoru licks at the red welts he left on Suguru's ass, kisses the bruises that are already starting to form. Suguru gets gooseflesh when he feels it, Satoru's warm breath ghosting over his heated flesh.
Satoru takes pride in is being the best at whatever he does - he's a competitive completionist, and he needs to know that no one can do something better than him. He’s gonna take care of everything .
And Suguru knows this, has known from the start - that Satoru’s obsessive in pleasing him and relentless in how he goes about it.
Suguru babbles something that Satoru doesn’t properly catch.
“I didn’t hear you, babe,” Smack, crack, gasp , “You need to speak up, so I’ll ask you again,” Smack, crack, moan , “What do you need?”
“I need you – ” Suguru yells, and it has the same effect it always has, like figuring out how to Red and Blue, like stepping into his own domain - Suguru needing him gets his head swimming with the thrill of it, “I need you, I need you, I need you - Gojo-sama - I need you to make me cum..”
“Hmmm, I can do that"
Satoru drops the belt and kneels on the bed behind Suguru. His hands on Suguru’s hips are big and brutish, manhandling him harder than necessary, but he wants Suguru to feel it, feel the sting and sharpness when he touches him. It’s so very easy to grab Suguru’s ass and pull it towards his face, puts his open mouth against Suguru’s hole and dips his tongue inside him.
Suguru bucks like some sort of wild animal, straining against his bonds and making them tighten, digging into marks. Satoru puts his forearm over the small of his back and pressed down, making him arch forcefully. Suguru likes feeling helpless, and enjoys having his control taken away from him. Satoru's not necessarily a sadist, but he likes power and control, and Suguru likes being on the receiving end of it - only with Satoru, only ever with Satoru. No one else is allowed to do this.
Satoru's the only one that can hold Suguru down and eat him out until he sobs from it, and then throw him against the sheets and fuck him until he forgets how to string sentences together.
And Satoru loves doing it too, because it’s in moments like that when Suguru is honest with his body and his pleasure, in how he wordlessly asks for things. There’s so much power in this too, being entrusted with Suguru’s willing submission. How insatiable Suguru can be sometimes and how he challenges Satoru’s patience and pushes him and makes him desperate to please.
Suguru chants his name, over and over and over, stumbling over the consonants of it and dragging the vowels, ‘Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, please, please, please’.
He’s got saliva dripping down his chin when he pulls away. Suguru’s hole is dripping with his saliva and desperately twitching for him. He blows air on it to tease him. Satoru straightens up and pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to take out of cock. He licks his hand and spreads it on his dick, drags the head of it up and down over Suguru’s ass.
“You ready for me, baby?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. It would be too cruel of him to deny Suguru any longer.
Suguru always makes this breathy little sigh when he pushes inside of him, like he misses the way Satoru fills him. He presses inside him slowly. Holds onto Suguru’s hips to steady himself. Suguru’s ass sucks him in, greedy for his cock, and Satoru loves seeing how his length disappears inside him, how he stretches around his girth. The unmatchable surrender of him.
He keeps his rhythm steady, with short, hard thrusts deep inside and his hips smack against Suguru’s red cheeks with each movement. His ass ripple, fucking hypnotizing .
One hand goes to Suguru’s hair, and he grips, and pulls his head up and back. The lines of Suguru’s spine dips, the muscles moving, smooth and attractive.
“Come here,” he says, open palm against Suguru’s collarbones, thumb grazing against the throbbing veins in his neck, feeling his blood pulsing there. He pushes Suguru upwards, pulls him into him, against his chest, and kisses the side of his throat.
Suguru gasps and moans, trusting Satoru to hold him up and keep him balanced. His cock bounces against his stomach as Satoru fucks him, dribbling precum everywhere. Satoru turns his head to the side and kisses him.
“My pretty Suguru - I’m gonna fuck you till I get you pregnant, baby, I’m gonna keep you here tied up and breed you till it takes.“
Suguru’s eyes roll back and he clenches around Satoru’s cock painfully, trying to milk him. He struggles to keep himself in check, knowing he can’t cum before Suguru does.
“Fuck, Suguru, you really want me to fill you up, baby. Want me to give it to you good, huh?”
“Satoru - please… ”
He puts a hand on low on Suguru’s belly as he fucks into him, and he thinks he can feel the way his dick is pounding inside his lover's body - Satoru’s dick making his stomach bulge a little with each thrust inside.
“Feel how I’m fucking your womb, baby? I’m gonna get you so fucking pregnant, you’re gonna be full of my seed - ”
Suguru keens, high and sweet, and he cums so hard he shakes, melting into Satoru’s arms and sobbing from it. Satoru enjoys the way Suguru’s ass clenches around him, and lets him ride his orgasm before pushing him back onto the bed and fucking him fast and rough.
“Ah, hurts - Satoru!”
“Shh, I know, I know - you're overstimulated.”
Suguru looks back at him, tears in his eyes and cheeks red, overbright.
“Bear with me, love, just a little more, okay? Just a little, ugh , Suguru, you're so good, I wanna see you pregnant, I want - “
Suguru’s body is perfectly designed for pleasure, for Satoru to play with as much as he wanted to, to taste him and fuck him and love him and leave greedy little love marks all over him. He wants to fuck him until Suguru’s hole catches the shape of Satoru’s cock.
“Beg for my cum, Suguru, beg for me to get you pregnant~”
“Ah - Gojo-sama - please give it to me. Please fill me up, please, please me, please fuck me pregnant.”
“Yeah, that's it, that's my Suguru. You’re mine, baby, my pretty little hole, you’re mine, mine, mine -” he repeats, rocking into him the perfect tight, wet heat of Suguru’s body. Everytime Suguru’s hole clenches, it’s like soul is getting squeezed through his cock.
Satoru’s balls tighten and he feels a sharp burst of energy starting at the base of his spine, then it shoots through his whole body as he shoots his load inside Suguru with a roar. Suguru sobs when he feels it, and winces when Satoru falls on top of him, grunting. His hips still stutter instinctively.
“Suguruuuu~ I love you so much, Suguruuuu.”
Suguru doesn’t answer, he just gasps and sobs, and Satoru pulls out of him and turns him on his side, hugging him to his chest and caressing him gently as he settles. Satoru peppers kisses all over his sweaty brow and wipes the tears in his eyes before untying him.
He kisses the rope burns on Suguru’s wrists, his forearms, his thighs - he knows Suguru will have to leave in the morning, like he always does, but he also knows that Suguru leaves with a heavy heart and wishing he could stay with him. And Satoru keeps hoping that one of these day, Suguru won’t have to.
“You know - it would be really hot if I could genuinely get you pregnant, don’t you think?”
Suguru huffs an exhausted laugh.
“Please no, we would have a football team worth of children.”
“Yeah,” Satoru says dreamily, “It would be great, wouldn’t it?”
They joke about it often, but he often gets wistful over the at kind of soft life, where he and Suguru have children together and they can sleep in in the morning. Cuddle under the covers while it’s snowing outside, love bites and kiss-bruised lips.
“I’ll take the day off tomorrow if you stay with me,” he says, hugging Suguru from behind and burying his nose in his hair.
Suguru sighs sleepily.
“Sure, Satoru. Let’s spend the day together.”
He drifts off while Satoru remains awake, looking over him in his sleep.
One day, Satoru hopes, they’re going to fall asleep together every night.