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Today was absolute shit. All going back to what happened earlier, meeting yet again his bestfriend whom left him 10 years ago to follow his goals. This time, he threatened Jujutsu Tech, a shit-eating grin tainting his fox-like face features.
Satoru despised it. Alot. The way he would say his name with the same softness as back then when they were but careless teens, going along the waves waiting to hit the shore.
How his long obsidian hair would flow like pods in a pond, shaken up by the warm and soft autumn breeze. He aged beautifully, like fine-wine you can say.
All of these factors pissed Satoru off to his limit, yet, he felt nostalgic. Yearning, despite him, Suguru's soft touch and heated interactions that cleansed his soul, like all these years ago.
The moment he wrapped up those threatening promises of his, summoning a curse as his get-away transport, Gojo wanted to stop him. Grab his wrist, get him to stay, what he knew he was supposed to do in the past, he stood still. He knew it was too late for that, would bring more harm than good, for both him and Suguru.
The man whom once, was his best friend, his one and only had already taken thousands of body’s to his name, for those childish plans of his. Killing off all whom he deemed useless. Satoru felt nauseous at that, that was no Geto Suguru, like someone had replaced his usual self for a darker and twisted version of him.
It was so repulsive, Satoru hated everything his best friend became now, but couldn’t bring himself to hate him. Why do you think he was left all these years, to roam free?
Despite his flaming love for the man, he knew all too well if he did decide to act, he would be considered a threat to Jujutsu Tech as a whole, as if he wasn’t considered one already for doing something just as knowing Suguru.
"One thing for sure, I’d piss off more then I can imagine the higher ups" he snorted, a playful grin plastered on his face, even chuckling to himself with distorted amusement.
The more he thought about Suguru Geto, the hotter his cheeks got simply by thinking of him, replaying all of their memories together. And today’s memory’s too, how Suguru acted all cheeky, teasing him infront of everyone’s curious but wary gazes. The way he smirked, his robes dancing along side the wind.
The more his left hand slowly started sliding down, heading for his pants, a small but growing buldge underneath them. Holding one hand up, the other gently pulling the waistband of his shorts for more space, absentmindedly starting to—
That train of lewd thoughts immediately freezes, seeing his phone light up, an audible ding could be heard. Did he just receive a message, in this time out of any?
The white haired man groaned, voice cracking and head falling back into his pillows. He was almost completely turned off by the sudden distraction caused by his phone. Inner debating for about 5 seconds if he should either open that message, completely disregarding his semi-hard dick. Or, jerk off and having an unsatisfactory finish.
He, of course, went for the first option just in case if that was important, he wouldn’t wanna miss it by fault of him prioritizing masturbating over his ex. But whoever it was, he expects they have a good explanation to text him at goddamn 3 in the morning.
Grabbing the device lying on his wooden nightstand with skilled fingers, forgetting just how bright he keeps his screen on at all times, almost blinding himself in the process.
"Ow— for fucks sake!" He closed his right eye, barely keeping his other one open, the fluorescent light of the screen lightening up his features. After a few seconds of constant blinking, he finally lowered down the brightness for his poor eyes, and could see who texted him.
"2 messages from; Geto Suguru."
When you speak of the devil, he comes right at your door, huh.
Satoru's heart practically dropped out of his chest, looking at the home screen with such shock, he’d easily pass off as a zombie for some cheap Disney movie. Almost attempting to smack himself, seeing if this was a dream and in fact not reality. But, to his dismay, it was real.
The rational part of himself thought it was best to ignore whatever the hell Suguru wrote to him, an attempt to recruit him was not out of the question. But the sentimental part of him urged him to respond as soon as possible, akin to dying man clinging to every single bit of water he could potentially have, even the defiled liquid who no one would drink but him who Is desperate. And well, when it’s about Suguru, the rational part of him never ends the winner.
Opening his messages, he's met with the amount of messages he's sent Suguru since he left. Some dating back years and years ago, when he still believed Geto could go back, forget everything that happened and become the duo they were once again. He matured now, he knows all of that was impossible..but if only-
He can’t focus on that now, just what Suguru sent him today, this nostalgia trip can happen another day. He could easily make out an adress of some sort that the man sent him, he felt like he recognized it but couldn’t quite put his finger on it, which upsetted him alot. It wasn’t where the cult was situated, as creepy as it was, he knew exactly where Geto was even without his Six Eyes. All the cursed energy residue Suguru left behind, which doesn’t make sense as he’s a special grade sorcerer and knows how to hide them. Those were just out in the open, like he wants to be found, and not just by everyone, by the nature in how the residues were left behind. Like some sort of code.
Under that message, a simple yet effective enough message to get a pent-up 28 year old all rilled up, a chast ‘’Meet me there, I'm counting on you Satoru!’’
Even in texting, he sounded so damn fucking confident, it’s almost nauseating inducing, pissing off the sorcerer in all the right places. If that was Suguru’s goal, he sure won it, by a mile long too.
If Suguru asked him, he didin’t need to think about it in his mind even twice. It took everything out of him to not just jump off his bed right the second, up to his closet. Not thinking too too hard on the dress code, not that Geto would be so damn sharp about that shit anyways. Simply slipping into his regular Jujutsu Tech dark blue uniform, along with the white bandages always covering those cursed eyes of his. Quick enough, teleporting as close-by to the place Suguru asked him to carelessly, even if this was meant to be some type of surprise attack, it’d be useless against Gojo plus, he seriously doubts his old friend would attempt doing this if he knows he’ll just lose pawns to use.
To his astonishment, the place was none other then a love hotel, but just not any either too. The first (and last one) he and Geto went to, celebrating getting together. They were new to dating teens, all fired up and unable to stay in a room with eachother for more then 5 minutes before a heated make-out session was in the making. Each more inexperienced then the other, if not for the fact they watched porn. Suguru, of course, had to do most of the things, but Satoru got the hang of it eventually.
Anyways, entering the establishment, his nose was met with the refreshing aroma of vanilla, with what seemed to be citrus flowers and jasmine, the wooden furnite glowing in the warm yellow light of the lobby. He could see a woman at the desk, organizing paperworks and the likes. Against the better of him, he couldn’t stop reminiscing his first time here with his lover, almost angry at himself for forgetting about this.
His eyes quickly flickered to a corner of the room, where cursed energy as slowly growing. Cursed energy he recognized. A coconut scent he would recognize, even in thousands. Geto’s scent. He was simply sitting on a comfortable looking brown leather couch, sinking into it as he moved. Right there, it felt like the world stopped moving. He looked so fucking beautiful, like a statue. An ethereal being. A goddess whom must be worshipped, but he wanted nothing more then to tarnish this diaphanous entity.
Sensing eyes on him, he whipped his head back to Satoru, his surprised amber eyes gazing at first, but a growing feline-like grin with ease on his plum lips, betrayed his real emotions. He got up, dusting off invisible dirt from his robes.
‘’Yo, Satoru!’’ he shot his signature wave at his longtime bestfriend, lover, but he didin’t return the gesture, but Suguru felt something akin to pressure weighting down on his limbs down to every single one of his bones. Gojo stayed completely silent, simply walking up to Geto like a predator approaching his prey.
''As cold as always, hm, Satoru?'' the tone in which those words were uttered, dripped with cockiness, clearly an attempt at breaking whatever strings held Satoru’s self- control in public to stop himself from absolutely pouncing on the jet-black haired man. Once they were closed enough, Gojo whispered into his ear, almost growling.
''Don’t even think I don’t know what kind of game you’re attempting to play with me, Suguru. Let’s just go the room already, I don’t have all-fucking-day.''
Suguru shivered at that, stomach churning with want. Hot .
Nodding, grabbing the tall man by his wrist, dragging him to the already fully prepped-up room.
The room was nice, smelling like sandalwood and roses. In the middle, stood a king-sized bed, with soft purple and white cushions. Sleeping in those would knock you out for about 10 years, for sure, like melting in a puddle of hot lava without dying. But enough observing everything, he had something else that required his immidiate attention. Once they were both sure the door was locked and sealed, Satoru pounced on the man, holding him tight against a wall, ravaging his mouth raw with his rough tougue, Suguru's toungue piercing practically being toyed with, as he moaned into his ex-lover's warm mouth.
Could this even be called kissing? This was purely wildness, activated on primal instinct, toungues clashing into eachother, ragged breaths tickling eachothers soft lips. Bodies pressed up against each other, in an attempt for some sort of friction between the two men, until they became one singular entity. Never to be seperated, ever again.
Suguru’s lips were pulpy, tasting of peach cream like the lip balm he’s been using for as far as Satoru can even remember. Soft, and warm, welcoming too. His too familiar coconut scent invading Gojo's sense of smell, the delish fragrance embalming his nose, making him nauseous, driving him something close to insanity. But he didin't mind it, in fact, he loved it when they could get like this, but he wasn't gonna show this side of him, now that he has Suguru all in his palm to break. On Geto's side, the kiss was undoubtedly dizzying, as dizzy as a hardcore ride at the fair could get you, warmth slowly pilling up inside his gut, twisting and turning his abdomen in two.
Suguru was the first to pull out, breath heavy and warm, liquorice lingering on his tongue, raven hair cascading down his scarred shoulders covered by his monk robes. Which was, in complete opposition to the piercing blue eyed, whom didin't seem affected by this at all, apart from a slow, but steady respiration and sweat bedding on his forehead. Which, was quickly wiped off, with the back of his calloused hand.
''Hmm, Satoru..- Care to take off my clothes for me?'' Suguru moaned, a thin smirk painted unto his forever-unchanging resting bitch face, which contrasted to the fact he was rubbing his chest unto Gojo's, as if he was in heat. The tall man didin't say anything on it, let him do his thing, before starting to slowly peel off the layers of clothing, that were hiding his partner's body. Not going too fast, simply enjoying the show unfolding infront of his expressionless face, letting none of his real emotions transpire. Frankly, these fabrics were bothering him too, he could see how much Geto's skin rubbed against it.
Under all those heavy clothes, tarnishing his body, he wore a baby-blue coloured lingerie, his blue panties lightly sticking out on the bottom. It was silky, and smooth to the touch and no question, comfortable as fuck, but the best part was the fact it was practically transparent. Geto's pierced buds all cutely perked up, his dark aerolas a striking contrast to the relatively light nature of his undergarments. His breasts were huge as well, threatening to spill out of the frilly fabric, it was even a miracle it hasn't broke by now, too.
Satoru simply stood there, ogling at Suguru's exposed breasts like a horny dog, with no shame whatsover. If he started drooling, ir would truly be the cherry on top. He experimentally rubbed his finger against the smaller man's pierced buds, earning a tiny yelp out of him. It wasn't that stimulating, since he wasn't the most sensible with his chest, but somehow had Geto sigh in bliss. He just knew every area that would pleasure him, even the most unexpected ones. Chuckling once he the realization hit him with just how much his body had so much effect on the so called ''strongest''.
''I remembered how back in our teenage days, you couldn't keep yourself off my tits. Weither it was pitifully gazing at them, with obvious hunger, or how it was the way you'd fuck them to your liking until they were all bruised up and sticky. So, take this as a gift, if you will.'' He coos, shuddering the moment Gojo finally goes for it and starts fondling Suguru's squishy tits, kneading them akin to a kitten would to his mother. It would be adorable, if it wasn't so fucking hot.
''Fuck, Suguru. You're gonna fucking kill me one day, with those fat tits of yours. For fucks sake.'' Was all the warning heard, before he dived into his chest. Suckling and biting the hard buds like a ravenous beast, his piercing giving it a slight metallic taste to it. Earning a strangled moan surfacing from Suguru's throat. Gojo's manicured nails, digging hard into the amber eyed's flesh, kissing the marks on his thin ribcage, licking them up all the way up to his collarbone.
All the while, Geto was sighing contentedly, whimpering when the powerful man would sink his sharp teeths into his breasts, breath hitching in response. So much drool on his chest, some dripping too.
It was such a fucking disgusting display, it became sexy.
''Get on your knees, I’m gonna fuck your face.'' Satoru hissed assertively, leaving no room for Suguru to even complain or say his thoughts. In this very moment, the cult leader was nothing more then his bitch. So, it wasn’t a suggestion, and as obvious as it was, an order.
And so, with nothing more then pleasure on his brain, Suguru complied. Bending his knees to lower down unto the overly fluffy carpet of the bedroom, until he was face to face directly with Gojo’s throbbing, clothed erection, a small wet stain on his pants. Looking up at Satoru, his long bang slightly swayed to the side, fully showing his hooded eyes. They were practically red signs with written all over them ‘’fuck-me’’. A small grin, a chuckle, or atleast an attempt with how red and swollen Suguru’s lips were from earlier’s heated kiss.
Satoru wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off his face. Fuck him stupid, t’ill the only thing that comes out of that filthy mouth of his, is Gojo’s name like a whore. Not like he wasn’t a whore already, anyways. Barely able to say actual sentences, only words and strangled moans with no sign of stopping with how good and warm Satoru made him feel inside. Suguru watched with a bathed breath, almost impatiently, feeling slick slowly start building in the inside of his toned, milky thighs , as the white haired man slowly started slipping off the band of his dark pants. He lowered them down enough, to be able to see the fine line of white vellus hair, happy trail going from his lower belly to his still painfully covered lowerbody, and his sharp v-line. Geto started feeling an uncomfortable tightness in his lanky cerulean panties.
Finally, Satoru's slim hands went under the hem of his black boxers, the impatient erection, that was creating a buldge in those same underwear. It was so hard, it felt heavy and swollen, pre-cum angrily dripping off the tip, a little dribbling on Suguru’s red cheek.
But of course, the monk wasted no time in taking in his mouth the throbbing, eager cock sitting infront of his face. Licking from the base, to the tip. Pumping his plum lips with a slow, torturous speed, using his free hand to tug a few stray raven locks behind his pierced right ear. Suckling unto the tip, like some sort of delicious sweet, all while keeping deep eye contact, seduction plastered all over his face.
Satoru didin’t particularly enjoy getting teased, especially not while he’s so close to breaking the man’s neck apart. With a groan, took wide tuff of Geto’s long, rightey strands. With rough hands, shoving him all the way down to the hilt, his fine nose meddling with the milky white patch of carefully groomed hair, harboring Satoru’s girthy cock. No gagging was induced, all 8.5 inches of Gojo’s, went down his throat smoothly, like butter.
Thank fuck for all these curses he subjects himself to swallow on a daily, practically numbing his gag reflex as a whole.
At first, Geto’s usually slit eyes, widden instantly at the violent nature of the act, trembling due to his throat being basically digged Into, making his eyes roll back for a few seconds. But, the initial surprise quickly shifted to restless pleasure. Once he felt like his throat accustomed enough to the body sinking down his windpipe, bobbing his head on the shaft, peachy lips fullt stretched around it. It was almost rhythmically, like a melody only they could hear in this moment, filling his head with memories of the past. Drool slowly started trickling down his chin, cheeks bright red, eyes half-lidded in bliss. Satoru’s light hand continued fisting the obsidian locks, manhandling him unto his dick, fucking his tight throat mercilessly.
The cult leader felt as if his mouth was on fire, relentlessly carbonizing his throat each time he tried taking a breath, tears welling up in his eyes. Probably due to the severe lack of oxygen he was assimilating.
For the first time this entire night, using a hand that was simply set on his side, Gojo lightly lifted up the bandage that were covering his eyes. Not enough to fully uncover themm but just enough so that the man under him felt this powerful wave of power hitting him, setting a clear hint of him being the one in control here. The icy-blue eyes stared at Geto, glare looking through his flesh and bones. Suguru got the hint immediately, feeling the wet spot in between his thighs grow even bigger, probably dripping through the strings of his lingerie, too.
‘’You look like some cheap whore, who i found on the fucking streets. Fuck, your tits bouncing around like this is gonna drive me fucking insane, you realize that?’’ Satoru growled lowly, grip tightening, causing Suguru to wince at the small spark of pain, erupting on his scalp.
After a few more thrusts, each one even more unrestrained then the last, the snow coloured hair man knew he was close, his breath ragging and attention flickering.
‘’Hold up your tits, won’t you? I’ll finish all over them, and your pretty face, got that?’’ he hisses, thrusts becoming irregular.
Despite his shaking limbs, Suguru barely even managed to hold them up, using his palms for more stability. Squeezing and smushing them together, the metal of his breast piercings weakly shining. That's all it took to get Gojo off the edge, sliding his dick out of Geto’s mouth with a lewd pop , already missing the pleasent warmth.
Soon enough, strands of white translucent liquid landed on Suguru, mostly staining his beautiful face features, oozing down his jawline and cheek, his left eye closed due to some being on it. But, as well as his fat, slutty breasts, nubs still fully hard and perked up, practically screaming to be given attention to and suckled on like those popsicle Satoru used to, and still does, loves oh so much.
He looked so fucking erotic like this, his face absolutely debauched, with cum, tears, snot and drool, mouth slightly gaped open to take a breath. Though, his breathing was strangled due to the arche in his oesophagus. A fucking goddess, a lewd and sexy one, that's all the words to describe him in this moment. Dirtying that ethereal entity, was his primer goal.
‘’Go sit on the bed, show me that pretty cunt of yours while you’re at it, too.’’ he coos, patting and rubbing Geto’s soiled cheek with uncharastical tenderness. Geto, gladly leaned into the touch, a bit like how a cat would, demanding for cuddles.
He slowly stood up, legs all wobbly and made of jelly like, his knees holding small traces of carpet burn.
Suguru’s pants were long gone, forgotten somewhere on the ground in the heat of the moment, leaving him in those tiny, blue silk panties of his, sitting on the beg and legs spread wide, showing off just how saturated the material was with his sweet juices. Along with that, it was slightly see-through, even more-so with the wetness staining the frily undies, making his beautiful pussy seem glistening in the dim room light. A cute red and swollen clit peaking out of his folds, hood piecing pushing up against the panties. Although he just came, Satoru could feel his cock getting right back up, pleading to be buried inches deep right into Suguru’s tight hole, fucking his womb t’ill he’s all nice and pregnant.
He put one of his knees on the bed, causing it to slightly bend and creek in that area, Geto fidgeting with impatience and need. Soon enough, his adorable panties covering his wet cunt were ripped off swift-fully, making Suguru sign internally as that was pretty much his most comfortable and favorite pair.
He felt like electricity once a wet mush slid down his pussy, catching his piercing in the process, sucking on the sensible clit. The reaction was almost immidiate, causing him to moan deeply, instinctively grabbing unto the white mount of hair in between his thighs, pushing his folds unto Gojo’s thick tongue. Almost cumming the moment the pink matter slipped inside, teasing the fleshy walls skillfully, causing the onyx colored hair man to slightly attempt to squirm away, away from the overwhelming pleasure whom was taking over his basic senses.
That reckless and in the spur of the moment action, was stopped after a blaring, wet sound echoed loudly in the room. In return, Geto moaned loudly. Loud like a bitch in heat, drool welling up on the corner of his warm lips, legs slightly spasming out of control for a few seconds and closing his thighs in on Satoru's head. Who, promptly kept them open wide with the rough palms of his hands on each inner thigh, for his freakish pleasure, looking down at the man's abused pussy.
Sadistic malice written all over his face, he slapped the sensitive bundle of nerve again, with even less tact this time. Suguru moaned with a broken voice, throat clogging up, thighs shivering and cunt aching, the hood piercing making It all the more intense, and attractive to stare at. Satoru’s slender fingers curled around the warm core, toying with the sensible folds without dipping his fingers In for the catch, Geto’s black locks sprawled on the mattress, knuckles whitening from how rough he was holding unto the pink, satin sheets, as If his life depended on It.
Yet again, he used his sharp digits, to open up Geto’s fleshy slit, glossy fluid dripping off his fingers, unto the pale cushion. Approaching his face until the mouth kissed the warm heat, his tongue slipping Inside with ease.
Suguru felt it like a shockwave throughout his body, his back arching off the bed, hands gripping thightly unto the snow-white mount of hair, greedily eating his wet cunt out, lapping at It. It was a tease. It wasn’t enough, yet It was too much for his sensible pussy, making him whimper like a hurt puppy, rubbing against Gojo’s refined nose bridge.
It was messy, and very very wet.
Geto almost screamed, once he felt the knot that was forming down In his gut unfold, and burst open violently, waves of pleasure washing over him with such aggressively, only a curse could do. Limbs twitching, flailing around almost, his pierced toungue lolling out, his mouth slightly gaped open as if he was stuck In time.
Satoru licked his lips, pulling away from the drooling pussy, tasting his partner’s sweet juices on them. His cheeks slightly damp from Suguru’s orgasm, wiping the wetness away, looking uninterested. The cult leader was still coming down from his aggressive release, not having realized yet, how Satoru was lining himself up with his hole.
At first, absent-mindedly rubbing his erected cock against the drooling cunt, stroking himself a few more times before, too. Then, with one particularly strong thrust, made Geto take all of him, to the hilt, hair meddling with each other, and the albino’s strong hands, hugging tightly the other’s slim waist.
‘’Fuck- Suguru- you're so fucking tight- relax your pussy, holy fucking shit-’’ Gojo groaned, blue eyes shone down at the man he was towering over, eyes focused on getting fully seated inside the warm flesh. For a better access, Satoru turned Suguru on his side, the long black hair falling down on his exposed breasts this time, hoisting his right leg up with the palm of his thick hand, bending him slightly. After a few moments of slow, steady thrusts, he could finally feel the man’s rim start to relax, stretching and taking him In with better facility. After that, he thrusted out fully, before plunging back Inside, impaling Suguru on his cock. Satoru huffed loudly, while the other man whimpered, ragged moans coming out of his throat.
Geto simply felt full, the tip kissing his cervix with each deep, precise thrust. He wouldn’t, and couldn’t stop whining like a slut, either. Satoru was way bigger then he remembered, from the last time they had sex .Satoru’s hands slowly snaked from his waist, up to his bouncing tit, grabbing the breast and, circling the pierced buds with his first finger and thumb, kissing his neck in between the inky black locks. Satoru was good, too fucking good at this, knowing all the places whom made him feel so good, It was almost suffocating.
Back when they were still hormone, riddle teenagers, Gojo would almost always end up spilling too fast, the moment his dick stretched out Suguru’s drenched slit, trapped by the gummy walls tightly. Suguru would often tease him about It, saying he would never be able to handle him at full power. He wasn’t wrong back then, but It definitively did a small sting to Gojo’s oversized ego, though.
Now, of course, he couldn’t make that sly joke anymore. If anything, It was him who was about to cum again, unable to keep up with the animalistic pace Satoru set.
He wasn’t sure what was happening, his mind and thoughts being fucked out of his brain, babbling something about Satoru being so good to his pussy, and loving what was being done to him. The curse user flung his head back, unto Gojo’s thick and broad, sweaty shoulder, his insides burning up. The powerful sorcerer then finally hit that sweet spot, Suguru could swear he could hear tinkling noises like stars In his ears, too.
Satoru noticed It pretty quickly, picking up the already rough pace, skin against skin contact provoking loud, squelch noises, from his cock diving into the wet mess. Burrying his mouth into the crook of Geto’s toned neck.
‘’Ngh- wait- fuck, Satoru! I’m gonna- shit-! Slow- down!’’
Suguru was at the summit, almost hand In hand with his peak, but the stimulation suddenly stopped, making him whine of the loss of pressure In his groin.
‘’Satoru- what the hell-’’ he moaned, limbs aching and, stomach churning.
Satoru flipped him unto his back, before he could even realize, head shoved deep Into the soft pillows, his thick tits rubbing against the sheets. The thin metal piercings on his breasts, stuck on the fabric, pulling on the buds, he groaned slightly.
Gojo put his hands around the monk’s waist, forcefully lifting his ass up for a better view of his glistening pussy, dripping with lust and want. Suguru guessed what he was gonna do next, shivering at the idea.
‘’Wait- Satoru, don’t-’’
Gojo didin’t bother hearing his tiresome pleads, drifting right back into the sinful heat with impatience, smirking seeing how the folds opened and stretched around his thick cock, like It was always meant to be. As If, the two men represented the Yin and Yang, always bound to be together to hold together peace, missing puzzle pieces, being reconciled to eachother after years.
Suguru rolled his eyes back into his skull, moaning sweetly, before burying his head back into the mushy pillows. Without waiting, Satoru’s torturously fast thrusts were back, leaving no time for Suguru to breathe or adjust, reduced to a whimpering mess.
‘’Hey, Suguru, say, what if I just got you pregnant? You wouldn’t attempt to leave me to rot again, If I was the father of your child, wouldn’t you?’’ he coos, tone as sweet as honey. Geto almost feels like he’d get a tooth ache, only from listening to his syrupy, siren-like whispers.
The curse user couldn’t exactly respond, or just really register what the man said, so he simply nodded mindlessly. Mind dazed and eyes half-lidded, threatening to close soon.
‘’Oh, really? Then let’s test that theory, shall we?’’ Satoru slightly bent, making his stomach touch Suguru's back, humming, hand interlocked with eachother on the dishreveled matress. They were practically humping like animals in this position, as if they weren’t already. So close to eachother, the contact was evident, but so suffocating, the air around them gradually feeling heavier on their bones, oxygen getting rare and warm each time one took a ragged breath.
‘’Suguru is such a fucking slut. I always knew you had a whore-like side to you, everytime we fucked as teens, but I really just thought It was the hormones. In reality, you really are a whore, a dick-thirsty whore. Always begging to get your holes filled to the brim.’’ Satoru sucked In air though his nose, hands clinging unto Suguru's stomach for stability, towering over the man with his build. He set his mouth next to Suguru’s ear, biting his earlobe and gauges, each word he spoke had a deep, warm breath mixed Into it.
Satoru kept on giggling to himself, although he tried hiding it. '' Gonna' fill you with my cum, Suguru, gonna get you all nice and round and pretty, you got that?'' Suguru shook his head violently, moaning under the man. ''Fuck- please-please baby.''
That nickname, whom he hasn't heard In years or so, was all It took for Satoru to fully unravel, groaning, eyes squint shut together. It wasn't long before he came Inside Suguru's tight pussy, orgasm hitting him even he couldn't win to the pressure, yet he didin't pull out, thrusts become sloppier due to the thick, sticky liquid filling up Geto's cunt. And so, he continued up with that searing method over and over, three? or, four..- five times? Maybe, more? At this point In time, Geto was simply unable to keep track of It all, his toughts aggressively clashing together, mixing and tore down by Satoru's ruthless, continuous pounding.
His pussy was on fire, carbonized and In pain, but he loved it. Every second of It, In fact. Satoru took control of It all, of his entire body, every single signals his muscles would send to his overstimulated brain were just Satoru Gojo everywhere. As if, his ex-lover simply brought him, and rebranded him, like the worthless, rebellious pawn he always was. It was how It was meant to be. Satoru loved having things with his name, after all. Suguru wouldn't escape that, no matter how hard he tried to during all these years. In all honesty, he has came to accept that.
After what seemed like an eternity, of In and outs pushes, Satoru finally came to a stop, stirring Suguru with both relief, and inner-pouting. Pulling his soft cock slowly out, Geto's pussy almost immidiately started oozing In heavy dosages. The beautiful and thick seed he was filled with, due to Satoru unceasingly releasing Inside him but continued fucking him anyways, by repeating this motion, the man painted Suguru's pretty pink, fleshy guts and womb with splashes of white nectar.
Satoru layed down on the dishreveled, and wet matress, sticking to his sweaty, pale skin, head fully hugged by the pillows he was eyeing at earlier. Tiredness lept over him, cradling him gently In It's arms, much to Suguru's dismay whom post clarity hit his brain, finally making him think clearly. He moved over to Gojo's side, setting his head and glistening, inky hair on his shaped chest and wide shoulder. Suguru wasn't small, he was a long way from that, but all holled up Into Satoru's touch without his infinity there to set him away, he felt like a child all over again. His usual foxy grin was back on his face, pissing off Satoru yet again, but he simply was not able to move, with how astrophied his muscles felt.
''You gon' sleep? I'm still fuckable, ya' know?'' Suguru purred, voice sweet, but hinted at hoarse due to him practically moaning and screaming his brains out, cum still oozing down his inner thighs from his abused up pussy.
''I didin't think you'd actually attempt to get me pregnant, good thing I knew you were gonna attempt this type of shit, while I was all overstimulated, and unable to formulate a thought for myself. I got on birth control way before I even attempted communicating with you.'' he smiled viciously, not particularly attempting at being scary, but It did give a ''I'm killing you, If you attempt that shit again'' type of look. His eyes were already so thin and small, that when he smiled for real, his eyes would fully close. He was beautiful, as always, Satoru knew but didin't dare say It.
''I think, I should be going, don't you think?'' Suguru turned to the albino, cheek held up by his palm, elbow pinned on the matress, an erotic look. Satoru wanted to shake his head, get him to stay this time, he wanted to apologize for all he's done to him In the past, or what he didin't do. But, he didin't. He shrugged, rolling his eyes and closing them, to appear as if he was just gonna go to sleep. He can't show he cares, he'll seem weak, Isin't that the truth here? But Suguru knew him too well, although they've only spent 2 and a half total years together In Jujutsu High, even with those whole 10 years they were apart, they still learnt from eachother. Well, learnt what they didin't know already, which was a really rare event. And so, the cult leader saw right through his act, but didin't say anything about It either. He stared at him for a bit, his grinny and mocking smirk, slowly descending from his lips, Into a small, nostalgic smile.
It's alright though, It always Is. After all, they live for eachother, they're bound to meet again like this again.
Suguru walked In the small, suffocating street, smiling and giggling to himself like a manic, holding the bloody stump that onced used to be his arm, the considerable burn mark covering the same side, but on his face. His beautiful, angelic face, forever stained by his own greed. Eventually, his legs gave out, and he sinked down on the ground, terrifying blue eyes staring at him from the other side. The lighter side, oh, how he wished the ground just swallowed him up at this very moment.
Yet, It was funny. He didin't have any regrets In life, staring at the white haired man, the grim reaper, Death itself. Those used to be oceanic eyes, looking at him lovingly, turnt savage and bloody and cold. So, so cold. Suguru was cold, his body slowly became cold, too. Curious little thing, love Is. Don't you think so too, Suguru?