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It was too hot for training so because there was nothing better to do, Gojo took the 1st years to the mall. The heat must have been affecting everyone because even inside the air conditioned mall it was surprisingly quiet.
They had left Megumi and Gojo by the indoor fountain, where they drank smoothies and scrolled on their phones. It was stupid to come all the way to town to do exactly what they would have done had they stayed back at the school, but it was no use trying to reason with them.
Unable to convince Megumi to join them, Nobara dragged Yuuji from store to store, using him like a shopping cart which, Yuuji being Yuuji, he was pretty genial about.
Yuuji stopped at the entrance of a ladies' underwear store, blushed, and refused to follow Nobara in.
“Come on Yuuji, it’s not like there’s actually naked women in here,” Nobara said, tugging on his arm.
“I know,” Yuuji said too loudly, still blushing. “I’ll just wait here on the bench.”
“Seriously?” She looked at him in bored judgment.
Yuuji didn’t respond, just folded his arms and made himself comfortable on the bench.
“Whatever. Child!” Nobara marched in without looking back.
It was a nice store, it sold fragrances as well as lingerie. Nobara looked through almost every section before she got bored and checked out her things. The clerk wrapped everything neatly with tissue paper which made Nobara feel very grown up.
Her contentment was ruined when she exited the shop and saw no Yuuji. And by extension, none of the purchases she’d left under his protection.
She was about to yell when she saw that he was just on the other side of the aisle behind the tree. He was a good boy like that.
She walked around and stood by Yuuji and stared at the guy talking to him. She crossed her arms, the man barely gave her a glance. He was tall, lean muscled, wispy silver hair, smiling at Yuuji like her friend was something to eat.
“What school do you go to,” he asked, his voice was smooth and low. Nobara shivered in disgust.
“Our in the country, you wouldn’t know of it,” Yuuji said, calmly. He wasn’t so stupid to give this stranger his information but enough to not see that this guy was trying to talk him up.
Before Nobara gave up on this whole scenario being much more boring than it should be, it occurred to her that with some help, she could transform it into something beautiful. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and messaged the group chat.
You guys wouldn’t believe! This guy is totally trying to pick Yuuji up. AT THE MALL!!
yeah sure, Megumi messaged immediately.
A guy?? Gojo asked. Yuuji attracts school girls.
And OLDER MEN! Nobara responded. We should gang up on him like we did Megumi. I could his ex who died in a terrible accident come to haunt him. Gojo could be his therapist, Megumi you should be a homophobic best friend.
i’m already his best friend, Megumi texted.
Are you homophobic too?
Where are you?? Gojo interrupted.
YOU ARE COMING TO EMBARRASS HIM?! 🎊🎉YAY!!! 🎊🎉
there’s an older man hitting on yuuji
of course we’re coming as you’re clearly useless
I take offense to that
if you’ve been lying this whole time you owe me dinner, Megumi messaged
I’m not lying, look, Nobara snapped a blurry photo.
“So what’s your type,” the man asked Yuuji but before Yuuji could say Jennifer Lawrence they heard
“Yuuji-kun!” They all looked over and saw Gojo approaching with Megumi.
“Hey guys,” Yuuji said brightly, as always.
“You were supposed to meet us at the ramen place a half hour ago,” Gojo said, looking down as he and Megumi reached them, worried.
“Yeah, I’m starving!” Nobara said, picking up a role seamlessly.
“Sorry, I was just talking to-“
“Do we know you,” Gojo asked the stranger.
“I was getting there,” the man said.
“He’s like an off-brand you, Gojo-san,” Nobara said.
“Kugisaki, don’t be mean,” Yuuji scolded.
“Do you often talk to underage boys you don’t know,” Megumi asked. “Or is Itadori the lab rat?”
“It’s not like that.” The man waved his hands as if it’d make the accusations disappear.
“What’s it like then,” Gojo asked. He wrapped a protective arm around Yuuji’s shoulders and Yuuji relaxed into it.
“He hasn’t said anything creepy,” Yuuji defended.
“Not yet,” Nobara said.
“What are you doing hanging out with 3 underage kids,” the man accused Gojo which didn’t make him look any better in Nobara’s correct opinion.
“He’s my sensei,” Yuuji defended the same moment Nobara and Megumi said, “He’s our sensei!”
“Yuuji-kun, aren’t you hungry?” Gojo looked down at Yuuji. “Let’s go.” He gently guided Yuuji around and Nobara and Megumi followed.
“Goodbye sir,” Yuuji looked over his shoulder and waved.
“Don’t wave bye to him, he was trying to get in your pants,” Megumi scolded angrily.
“He was not,” Yuuji said. “We talked about school and exercising.”
“Yuuji-kun,” Gojo said, squeezing Yuuji’s shoulders. “He was trying to get in your pants. Don’t talk to older men you meet in public. No matter how nice they seem.”
Yuuji sighed heavily. “Okay, sensei.”
“Good boy.”
They did get ramen after that and Gojo got Yuuji a cupcake to comfort him after realizing that strange older men rarely had good intentions.
——
It was late, the temperature had starting dropping quickly after dark so the room was chilly. Satoru had draped a blanket over his and Yuuji’s laps halfway through the movie and Yuuji’s knee kept brushing over his because the kid could never hold still.
Nobara and Megumi had gone to bed at least an hour ago and Satoru should have gone soon after but he had been distracted. By Tuuji and everything Yuuji said and the expressions on his face, the way he moved his hands to emphasize whatever he was saying.
Satoru knew he was no better than that fucking stranger that tried to steal his Yuuji.
“How do you know he was a creep,” Yuuji asked for the 4th time that day.
Satoru sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He hadn’t wanted to explain it the first time and every time since then had been even more upsetting.
“What does an adult man have to talk about with a teenage boy,” Satoru asked.
“Everything we talk about,” Yuuji leaned back to make room for his opening arms that said everything.
“Yes, well I’m also creepy.”
“No, you’re not,” Yuuji said matter of factly. He took a sip from his glass of melted ice. “You’ve never touched someone underage. Well, maybe when you were underage, but that’s different.”
Satoru knew that he was fucking stupid for it but he was 95% sure he was in love. How could someone fall in love with a teenager? They weren’t even fully themselves yet. He was insane. Nevertheless, everything in him was committed to Yuuji whether Satoru liked it or not.
“True but,” I want to. “Why would you even want to talk to someone like that? I’m 10 times more interesting and I’m taller.”
“Maybe I wanted to talk to you but you weren’t there and it’s rude to not respond when someone talks to you.”
Satoru laughed. “I was joking, Yuuji-kun.” Yuuji’s response still gave him butterflies.
“Sensei, don’t tease me! It’s embarrassing to keep admitting that I like you when you don’t like me back.” His blush was so sweet, Satoru wanted to kiss it off his face.
“I do like you, Yuuji-kun.” He could say that without lying or fully confessing. He wanted to love Yuuji so much, in every way.
“You know what I mean,” Yuuji covered his face.
It was a trap even if it wasn’t intentional. Satoru couldn’t leave Yuuji like this, with his heart in Satoru’s hands. He’d told Yuuji no over and over and every time it was more difficult. Even when Yuuji didn’t fall into tears, Satoru saw the yearning and it tugged on his heart.
“It made me jealous,” Satoru looked down at his hands where he played with a loose thread he’d pulled from the blanket covering his legs. “It’s stupid when I already get so much of your attention. I guess seeing someone else that could take my place just made me- stupid.”
Before Satoru could look up and see where Yuuji was going the boy was straddling his thighs and taking his face in his callused hands. Shrill pain from Satoru’s startled nerves echoed from his quickening heart out to the heels of his feet and fingertips.
“Sensei was jealous,” Yuuji teased with a smile so sweet he looked like an angel.
Satoru clenched his hands into fists. He couldn’t think with Yuuji taking up so much of his space. His body knew what to do when someone put themself before him like this and he had to remind himself that this was different. He could not devour.
Yuuji pressed his forehead to Satoru’s and their noses brushed. Satoru’s senses worked themselves into overdrive, informing him that Yuuji’s body was warm, his hair soft, and he smelled like soap and vanilla and that intoxicating rustic scent he only tasted on guys. Subconsciously he wondered how long it would take to replace the soap scent with Yuuji’s natural one. Wondered if he could speed up the process or if he got close enough he’d be able to find and bask in it.
“I didn’t know you were so possessive, Sensei,” Yuuji murmured. Satoru couldn't look away from Yuuji's lips and the heat of his breath brushing over Satoru’s skin drew him deeper into his instincts.
“I don’t want to be.” Satoru’s voice came out rough and lower and he felt as if his heart were going to explode. He shouldn’t touch; he shouldn’t encourage this.
Yuuji laughed at him. He saw what he was doing to Satoru. And he was laughing.
“Sensei,” he murmured as if endeared and kissed him. The pressure holding their lips together, the damp outline where their lips met, the closeness of their bodies. So many parts of Satoru’s body ached with the desire to drag this out and make it more, better.
Where had Yuuji learned to kiss? The confidence in how Yuujj moved his lips, encouraging Satoru to respond, made the man groan, in part because someone else had kissed Yuuji, but mostly because Yuuji was kissing him.
Satoru tilted his head just a little to the left and sucked. It was such a minute and instinctual movement, it shouldn’t have been as powerful as it was. Yuuji’s hands tightened, his body tensed and he took a deep breath in through his nose. Satoru couldn’t help but smile. Yuuji’s hands slid around to tangle in his hair, and the tips of his fingers slipped under the band of Satoru’s blindfold.
Satoru’s breath seized in his chest and before he could think he felt his hands grabbing onto Yuuji’s waist, the excess fabric of Yuuji’s oversized shirt draped smooth and cool over his fingers. He pulled Yuuji closer and opened his mouth to finally taste. Suddenly he was needy and dying to have all of Yuuji, to know him entirely, in ways no one else ever would. It felt necessary to Satoru’s health that he have the boy in every way that he could be had.
Yuuji allowed Satoru to lick into his mouth, over his tongue and the top of his mouth. Yuuji tasted like salt, oranges, and saliva.
Something in Satoru’s mind opened up and he didn’t care anymore whether he should or shouldn’t. Suddenly it was obvious to Satoru, even though he knew better, that it should be common knowledge that he and Yuuji were interwoven, a set pair, and you couldn’t have one without the other.
Yuuji whimpered and kissed Satoru back, slid his tongue along Satoru’s, and simultaneously opened his legs so Satoru could drag him closer still. Yuuji ground his crotch against the man’s stomach and Satoru felt the outline of Yuuji's hardening dick. He needed to get under Yuuji’s clothes, to his skin, to have him naked so Satoru could learn his shape with his hands and mouth.
He almost slid his hand under Yuuji’s shirt before remembering that they hadn’t discussed any of this.
Parting his mouth from Yuuji’s was more difficult than it should have been because Yuuji wouldn't let him go. He had to gently grasp the boy’s wrist and tug.
“Yuuji,” he said against Yuuji’s mouth. Yuuji whined and kissed him harder, trying to distract his sensei.
“Sweetheart,” he pulled Yuuji’s hands off of him and carefully pushed him to sit back on his Sensei’s legs. They were both panting. Yuuji’s face was splotchy from adrenaline and the cold coming in from the open windows; his lips a deep red from pressure and teeth.
Satoru loved him. He loved him so much it made him so so stupid.
Yuuji looked at him, sad, disappointed, like a puppy who knew he’d broken a rule. And would do it again as soon as you weren’t looking.
“I,” Satoru said, breathless, voice low. “I want to fuck you.”
Yuuji was up in his space again, covering his face in wet kisses, grabbing at his shoulders, neck, his hair. “Yes, yes, fuck me.” He found one of Satoru’s hands and guided it under his shirt, up over his waist and then his ribs.
“Fuck,” Satoru breathed. His eyes followed the movement of his hand even as the cloth hid it. “Yuuji, you’re not letting me think.”
“Stop thinking, just touch me.”
“Yuuji,” he said, forcing his voice to reprimand instead of plead. He stole his hand away from Yuuji’s body, instead using it to hold Yuuji’s hands captive between their bodies so he could fucking think.
“Satoru,” Yuuji complained.
A shiver went down Satoru’s body. Yuuji had never called him by his given name.
But they absolutely could not fuck in the common room much less on the common room couch.
“Can I teleport us to my apartment? To my bedroom?”
Yuuji nodded adamantly.
“You need to stay still then.” Don't distract me.
“I will.”
Satoru watched Yuuji for a moment before he slowly released the boy’s hands. Yuuji stayed in place. Satoru picked him up under his thighs and stood up then teleported them to his bedroom. He realized in that moment, as he set Yuuji down that the boy had never been here, in his bedroom, before. Because he never should be but Satoru didn’t care at this point.
The lights were off so Satoru walked around his bed to the lamp and switched it on. He didn’t need light to see but Yuuji did. He took off his blindfold then started stripping the comforter off the bed and tossing the decorative pillows onto the floor. He saw Yuuji moving, but he didn’t expect the boy to literally jump onto his back. This kid. The heat coming off Yuuji’s body melted through Satoru’s shirt.
He slung Yuuji around and pushed him into laying back on his bed. Yuuji huffed on impact but smiled as Satoru climbed over him.
“You,” Satoru attempted to scold but he had no words. He slid his hand up the leg of Yuuji’s sweats, feeling the skin of the boy’s calf shiver. His hand went farther and he felt muscles flex and soft hairs tickle his fingers.
“Me,” Yuuji smiled giddily and blushing, proud because he won, but of course he did. He parted his legs to fit Satoru between and if Satoru's dick hadn’t been hard before it was now. The mischievous hungry dark in Yuuji’s eyes made the aching need in his body that much worse.
“Will you fuck me,” Yuuji asked so softly his question was more breath than voice. Satoru pulled his hand out of Yuuji’s pants to lean over him. Yuuji wrapped his legs tightly around Satoru’s waist and arched his back, grinding his erection against Satoru’s abdomen.
Satoru’s breath caught in his chest and his thoughts nearly drifted beyond his reach.
“Maybe you’re not ready for a cock up your ass,” Satoru suggested. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t want Yuuji to regret trusting him. There were plenty other ways to get off that were less risky.
Yuuji’s brows furrowed and his lips turned down in a frown.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Satoru pressed his face into the curve of Yuuji’s neck. Yuuji’s scent was indescribable but to Satoru it was warm and green, tangy and smooth. He licked up Yuuji’s throat and scraped his teeth over his chin. Yuuji shivered and clawed his fingers into Satoru’s hair painfully.
“Because you’re barely 16,” he murmured. He kissed back down Yuuji’s neck to his collarbone, licked into the hollow, and slid his hands under Yuuji’s back to his shoulders. Feeling Yuuji’s weight in his arms made something greedy awaken in him.
Satoru wished love and lust weren’t so reminiscent of hunger. It was easier to control yourself when you weren’t starving.
Yuuji tilted his head back so Satoru had more skin to put his mouth to. He could feel Yuuji’s pulse quicken beneath the skin he kissed. Yuuji's heavy breaths fell hot and wet over Satoru's jaw and ear.
“What if,” the boy asked. Just from the confidence in his tone Satoru knew he was going to be ruined by whatever Yuuji said next. He groaned and braced himself by pressing his face into Yuuji’s neck.
“I’ve been fucking myself with a dildo for months?” Yuuji's voice grew heavier, “Thinking of you.”
Electricity stung up and down Satoru’s spine and his breaths turned into pants. More instinctively than intentionally, he tilted his hips so he could grind his hardened dick against Yuuji’s ass.
He dragged Yuuji’s head back, fist in fluffy pink hair, and looked down at him.
“Is it true,” he asked. With his whole heart he wanted it to be true, and with that same heart, hoped that it wasn't.
Yuuji slid a hand down the front of his sweats, forcing Satoru to pull back if he wanted to see whatever Yuuji was trying to show him. His rucked up shirt exposed unmarked skin, pale in comparison to his hand. His fingers slid beneath his waistband followed by his wrist. A small movement covered by grey cloth and Yuuji gasped, eyes flashing up Satoru’s.
“Come feel," he asked so softly he sounded shy.
“What the fuck,” Satoru murmured to himself. He was beyond shocked that this precious sweetheart, Itadori Yuuji, would do something so whorish. He tugged Yuuji’s sweats and underwear down his legs then pulled them off his feet and tossed them wherever.
He hadn’t prepared himself to see Yuuji naked and lost himself in looking. Yuuji’s waist curved into narrow hips which widened to strong thighs. His pelvic bones were sharp, his stomach firm with hidden muscle. His crotch was covered in curly, pink pubic hair, damp from sweat and pre-cum. Yuuji's dick looked painful, throbbing with his pulse and red.
Satoru dragged his hand down Yuuji’s ribs to his pelvis. Yuuji seized up as Satoru glided his fingers over his boy's overheated errection. Satoru wanted to dwell but that wasn't what Yuuji had asked of him so his touch continued down, over his balls and behind. He slid the top of his hand between Yuuji’s cheeks and pressed against his hole with the pad of his middle finger. The rim was soft and pliant and the tip of his finger easily slid in.
Satoru's brain buzzed painfully from how overwhelmed he was by how quickly the night was escalating. Time and reaction were getting away from him. Each moment passed into the next so smoothly it was as if everything was happening to Satoru rather than each new level of intimacy a choice he made lead to the next.
Yuuji’s breaths shook and he moaned, high and pleading. He pushed his hips back so Satoru’s finger slipped farther in. Satoru looked up to meet Yuuji's eyes.
“I want to feel you, Sensei,” Yuuji murmured. His eyes shone glassy and dark with desire and adrenaline. The softness of his expression contrasted with the grip of his thighs and hands around Satoru. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck,” Satoru ducked his head down so he could hide his face against Yuuji’s sternum. Yuuji’s shirt felt cool against his hot face. With his free hand he pushed it up, exposing more skin, he kissed and tasted Yuuji’s front. “Okay,” Satoru finally agreed . “Okay, I’ll fuck you. You win.”
Yuuji’s hands tugged at Satoru’s hair. He dragged his sensei up to face him and kissed Satoru hot and wet, sucking on his tongue. Yuuji pawed at Satoru’s shirt until he managed to drag it up, pull it over Satoru’s head, and threw it aside.
Yuuji settled back and looked Satoru in the eyes, red-faced and panting, body trembling with excitement.
“I want you to know that I like you, Sensei. Not because you’re the strongest or because you’re beautiful. I like you because of how you are.“
“Yuuji,” Satoru whined and tears prickled in his eyes.
“It’s true and I want you to know that’s why I want to be with you. You’re very sexy but, that’s not why I want you.”
Satoru knew Yuuji meant it and it made the ache in his stomach wrench tighter. He barely had the mental capacity to fully process what Yuuji was saying.
"It's okay if you don't like me," Yuuji said. "I just want you to know I care about you for real."
Satoru's heart plummeted. He was ripped out of the moment so harshly his nerves stung.
He didn't have to be conscious of himself to pull out of Yuuji's reach and tug the boy's shirt down to cover him. He didn't hear Yuuji's complaints or feel his attempts to keep him close.
Yuuji didn't think he liked him? That was horrible by itself but the addition that Yuuji was consciously putting himself in the hands of someone he thought didn't care about him, a man almost twice his age at that, made Satoru feel sick.
What did Yuuji even have to like about the man if he thought Satoru would treat him like that? The realization that Yuuji was this vulnerable to dangerous adults had his throat closing up and his guts tangling into a tight knot. Yuuji just said that he was willing. He was aware that he was being used. If he didn't have that as so much of a hindrance, how was Yuuji going to learn to not let himself be treated like a toy?
Satoru didn't know how much time had passed when he blinked back into the present. He was standing alone, in the dark, in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. His temples pulsed painfully and his throat ached with dryness. He tried to rub the burning out his eyes while realizing that he must have cried. He wondered if Yuuji saw. What does the Strongest cry about? 15 year old boys that like him.
He found pain meds in a basket on the towel rack and swallowed them with sink water before going through his nightly before-bed routine.
Had he taken Yuuji back to his dorm? What time was it? Using the six eyes he found that Yuuji was asleep in his bed with his back to the door, the lamp still on. Satoru was relieved to have Yuuji close enough that he could keep an eye on him. 15 year old boys weren't known to make wise decision after experiencing intense emotions.
When he went to open the door he saw that he had locked it. He imagined Yuuji trying to follow and his heart squeezed with sympathy. He must be so confused and heartbroken. Probably ashamed of himself for having exposed so much of himself and had it thrown back in his face.
Satoru went to the kitchen for a glass of water and drained it at least twice. How long had it been since he had anything to drink? Which probably meant Yuuji hadn't had anything to drink in a while. He found the biggest glass he had and filled it. He decided he'd put the water on the night stand beside Yuuji and sleep on the couch.
The boy looked weary despite being asleep. Satoru could see from the way that the skin around Yuuji eyes was swollen and red that he'd made him cry. Brushing his knuckles over the boy's cheek he felt dried salt from tear on his skin.
That makes 2 of us, he thought.
Yuuji's breathing changed and he shifted before blinking his eyes open. Satoru wasn't coward enough to run. He wanted to fix this, though he had no idea how. As soon as Yuuji's gaze adjusted he was moving, pushing himself up and grabbing Satoru's hand.
"Gojo-sensei," he said. His voice crackling yet raw with sincerity. Everything about his posture exposed his nervousness. Satoru handed him the glass of water. He adjusted his hand in Yuuji's to strengthen his grip to show that he wasn't leaving and knelled on his knees in front of the boy.
Yuuji's shoulders relaxed and his expression softened. He took the glass but kept his hold on Satoru's hand. He drank from the cup, looking to have been just as thirsty as Satoru had been. Satoru was tempted to refill the glass but knew that'd make Yuuji panic.
"I'm sorry I," what had he'd done? "left." He let that sit between them while Yuuji drain the glass. "I don't remember if I said or did anything before I locked myself in the bathroom. I didn't do anything to you did I?" His voice shook in fear on his last question.
Yuuji's eyes widened and he shook his head adamantly while he set the cup back on the bedside table. "Sensei would never hurt me!"
Satoru felt his own body relax and breathed out his worry.
"If you don't mind me asking," Yuuji said carefully. His breaths were uneven but he asked anyway. "What did I say that was so wrong?"
Thinking back on the moment, Satoru had to blink tears out of his eyes.
"That you would let me use you." His next words tumbled out of him before he could think about what he was saying. "You would let someone that doesn't care about you, touch you?" Satoru fell back to sit over his feet, feeling lost. He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain control. "You think that I don't like you, and still let me try to fuck you? Yuuji, that's-" His face was burning up and tears ran down his cheeks again. He propped his elbows on his knees and lowered his head so he could cover his face with his hands. When he'd regained control of his breathing he looked back up at Yuuji and spoke. "Am I that monstrous in your eyes? Why would you want to be with someone that would do that to you?"
He could see Yuuji's jaw and hands twitching from how much he wasn't saying. He clearly wanted to refrute what Satoru said but was holding himself back for some reason. Yuuji face was blushing red and looked at his hands, fidgeting in his lap.
"It's okay if it's Gojo-sensei," Yuuji said carefully. "I know you wouldn't hurt me."
Satoru thought his brain might explode from how incomprehensible and wrong what Yuuji said was. He forced himself to not shout. "Yuuji, that is hurting you! Even if it feels good, even if you want it. You're way too young – I'm way too old for you. I have, so, much power, I could make you do anything. And I hate that you would let me. I want you to be safe and happy and it -" he had to pause his rant to calm his voice before it grew to frantic. "It terrifies, Yuuji, it scares me, horribly, that you would risk that safety because you like someone!"
"Even if you just wanted me for my body," Yuuji said in a determined, calm voice.
"No," Satoru interrupted.
"Listen to me," Yuuji said while tugging on Satoru's fingers.
"Even if you only wanted me for my body, it's okay." Satoru was going to collapse the whole fucking apartment building with how fucking violent that statement made him feel. He resisted. "Because I know that you are generous and kind. I know you would listen to me if I told you I didn't want something. You would still treat me well at school. It makes me sad that you don't like me the way that I like you. But you're a good person, so I want to have as much as you want to give me."
His mind split into 2 reactions and he chose the one most important. "Yuuji, I do like you. I like you so much." Satoru leaned forward so he had to sit up on his knees again and slid his arms over mattress on either side of Yuuji's legs, care not to make contact.
Yuuji shifted closer so his legs danged over the side of the bed. He reached out and folded his hands behind Satoru's neck and tugged the man even closer. Satoru focused his eyes on the printed wave on Yuuji's shirt, spotted with faded colors. Yuuji's knees brushed against the skin of Satoru stomach, right over his navel, and his heart started to beat faster. He felt his breaths grow uneven.
Yuuji ducked his head down so their foreheads touched. Everything in Satoru told him that his life purpose was to love this boy. Yuuji felt like the positive to his negative pull. Attraction always had some of this affect but with Yuuji it didn't feel like attraction, it felt like finally finding his path. He was meant to wrap himself around Yuuji and be whatever Yuuji needed. Protector, bridge, peace, love.
"I don't know how to do the right thing with you," Satoru complained. "I don't want to hurt you but how I want to love you could hurt you."
"You'll be good to me. I trust you."
Satoru sighed and pressed a kiss to the corner of Yuuji's mouth. "You're too kind. Not everyone wants what's best for everyone. Some people hurt others on purpose. What if it wasn't me right now with you? It was some other grown up?"
"I wouldn't ever want anyone else." Yuuji said, his voice growing softer, yet his breaths faster. He tugged Satoru to follow him as he leaned back on the bed.
Satoru couldn't imagine hurting Yuuji but he hadn't predicted most of his life and his most important decisions hadn't been imaginable. Still, he followed Yuuji's direction.
“You’re so hot,” Yuuji said. The boy's eyes followed his hands as he trailed them over Satoru’s shoulder and down over his chest. “Am I allowed to touch you?” He looked back up to Satoru’s eyes. His hands lingered over Satoru clavicle. Satoru nodded. Yuuji's touch slid down and he played with Satoru’s nipples. Satoru could see the desire in the boy’s eyes, and that more than anything made a shiver run through him. The pressure of the clothes over his erection was getting painful. He started to push his pants down with one hand. Yuuji started to help him but then completely took over, pushing Satoru up onto his knees then back so he was sitting. Yuuji tugged the pants off his feet and threw them away. Then just stared. Satoru adjusted so sitting was comfortable and Yuuji climbed over to him again.
“Can I touch your dick,” he asked, breathless, almost whining, and restless in his movements. Satoru remembered being 15 and nearly exploding with the desire to touch a man. He couldn’t. He was 15, there was no man that could want him and not also be disgusting. He had to wait until he was 20 and experienced in fucking boys.
“Yes,” he said. He was curious to see how Yuuji, entirely inexperienced and half crazy with lust, would handle a man's dick.
Yuuji touched the head first, over the slit. A shock of pleasure rushed through Satoru and he had to regulate his breathing. He pulled Yuuji closer so he wasn't just reaching and hovering. Yuuji straddled his thigh and wrapped his hand around Satoru’s dick and stroked down. It felt good, if a bit hesitant. Yuuji shuddered when Satoru moaned softly in his throat. Yuuji looked pleased with himself then his face scrunched up, as if annoyed and let go of Satoru’s dick.
He is so cute, Satoru thought. He couldn’t help but be amusement.
“Not what you thought it would be,” Satoru asked catching Yuuji’s eyes.
“Can I ask you a personal question,” Yuuji asked, but it sounded more like a demand. His expression was suddenly very serious and his breath regulated.
“I think we’re a bit past that,” Satoru teased.
Yuuji pressed his lips together and looked away. “Yeah but it’s rude,” he said, suddenly embarrassed.
“What is it?”
“It’s,” Yuuji said slowly. “Uh- How many people have you gotten off with?”
Satoru wrapped his hands around Yuuji’s waist and pulled him even closer so their bodies were pressed up against each other. Yuuji was insanely endearing.
“Is Yuuji jealous,” he taunted, forcing eye contact.
“Well yeah,” Yuuji said.
“There’s no reason to be.”
“Yes, there is. Other people have made you feel good. You’ve probably liked some of them if not all of them.”
“But I like Yuuji right now. Everyone I liked before was before, not now.”
“So you could like them again.”
“No, not when I know you.”
“What if I’m not as good as they were.”
“You are better than everyone.” It was impossible for that to be true but to Satoru it still was.
“No, like. At sex.”
Satoru laughed and cupped Yuuji’s face in both hands.
I love him I love him I love him
“You won’t be. At least not at first. But that’s not even the point.”
“What if you won’t like me after? Or won’t think I’m attractive anymore?”
“That’s impossible. I don’t need sex to like you, or even be attracted to you. And I already told you that I like you so much.”
“Why do you even want to have sex then?” Yuuji demanded, clearly frustrated. This was very important to him.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Obviously,” Yuuji said. It wasn't obvious.
Satoru kissed Yuuji’s nose, then under his eye, his cheekbone.
“I want to make you feel good. I want to know this part of you. I want you to come to me for pleasure. Because I like you. Because I want you to like me. I like how you look because I like you.”
He kissed Yuuji’s neck with an open mouth, and shuddered with pleasure at the taste of Yuuji’s skin.
Yuuji held onto Satoru’s shoulder and rolled his hips, rubbing his dick against Satoru’s body.
“Okay,” Yuuji said. “Please fuck me.”
“Okay.” Satoru said.
His hands slid around to find a good grip. One over Yuuji's hip, a thumb over his pelvic bone and fingers wrapped around to his lower back. The other hand - Satoru's breath shuddered in his chest - slid down Yuuji's back, lower until he was squeezing one cheek then sliding his hand under Yuuji's thigh, lifting it up, meanwhile he was carefully sliding Yuuji back, rising to sit up on his knees so Yuuji was tipping back, lying on the mattress while Satoru let Yuuji's leg dangle over his inner elbow. As Satoru settled Yuuji onto his back he pushed the boy's thigh against his ribs and lifted the calf of that same leg over his own shoulder. Satoru lay on his stomach between Yuuji's legs. Yuuji gasped at the stretch. He heard a pretty whine as he focused his attention over Yuuji's crotch, running his thumb along Yuuji's dick down to his asshole.
Fucking hell, Satoru swore inwardly. He held Yuuji's thighs and cheeks apart so he could get a thorough look of his hole. His heart squeezed. God, he wanted. He groaned and ran his fingers over the tender skin. He felt like he was going mad. It was hard to focus on both Yuuji's body and Yuuji himself when his own body suddenly knew exactly what he wanted and it was a dozen different things and he knew the motions so well he didn't have to think at all.
"Sensei," Yuuji complained. The leg thrown over Satoru's shoulder tightened.
Satoru's breaths quickened and skipped a few beats as he pulled back to Yuuji. His touch steadied and he looked up at Yuuji. Yuuji groaned at the feeling of 2 fingertips pressing against, into his ass, and the opening tightened around them.
"What is it, Yuuji," Satoru asked. He needed lube. He needed a condom.
Yuuji just whined again and shook his head.
Satoru forced himself to pull his fingers out and sit up to get the lube. He couldn't get lost in Yuuji's body before he had made sure Yuuji would be comfortable. Yuuji didn't let Satoru go far, wrapping a leg around Satoru's thigh while he got the bottle. When he returned to his place between Yuuji's legs the boy relaxed again.
Satoru kissed Yuuji's inner thigh while covering his fingers in the slick gel. He could get lost here. He wanted to. He rubbed lube over the outside of Yuuji's hole thoroughly before pressing in even a little. Yuuji trembled. Satoru guided the boy's hand to his head with his clean hand.
"Focus on me," he said softly. Yuuji ran his fingers through Satoru's hair and steadied his breathing. Satoru took the tip of Yuuji's dick in his mouth the second before he began to press 1 finger in. Yuuji's whole body seized though Satoru held him down and he gasped on a cry. Satoru waited for Yuuji to acclimate before he took more into his mouth and started moving his finger in and out slowly. Yuuji seized with every movement at first but eventually he settle into it. Satoru kept his sucking light as he didn't want Yuuji to come too soon.
Seeing and feeling Yuuji grow loose and malleable while Satoru held him in such a vulnerable state made him feel all sorts of things. This boy was everything.
Yuuji's hips began to move with his mouth when Satoru got to 3 fingers. He whimpered when Satoru stopped sucking his dick then cried out when Satoru spread his fingers. He bucked his hips, accidentally forcing Satoru's fingers to dig in deeper, passing over his prostate. Satoru sat back on his legs and watched, glancing between Yuuji's crotch and his face, as the boy used his fingers to make himself climax. His dick didn't need much encouragement, with just a couple swipes of his palm over the head he was coming. Yuuji's moans sounded like anguish, high and gritty and it was enough to make Satoru's cock twitch. He held it tight in his hand to stave off the worst of the painful pleasure Yuuji's orgasm brought him. He leaned back on his elbows and threw his head back as his dick released the evidence of his pleasure. Satoru continued to move his fingers in and out of Yuuji's hole as he caught his breath.
Satoru pulled his fingers free and carefully pushed himself up to lean over his boy. He kissed under Yuuji's chin and jaw, feeling the bristle of a days worth of facial hair.
"How are you feeling," he asked softly.
Yuuji leveled his head and met Satoru's eyes. Fuck, Satoru was in love. Yuuji's eyes glistened, sweat slick hair stuck to his forehead, his face was pink from the rush, his lips chapped and bruised. His whole body shuddered and twitched with excitement, covered in a sheen of sweat. Satoru would never get over this. This picture would be stuck in his memories for the rest of his life and nothing would ever compare to it.
"Good," Yuuji said. His voice was a little scratchy. "You still have to fuck me."
"You sure you got another one in you," Satoru said, teasing. Yuuji was nodding before he could finish saying, "That looked pretty intense."
Yuuji was about to argue but Satoru kept talking. "You have to drink some more water before I fuck you."
Yuuji's shoulders fell back and he sighed in relief.
Satoru kissed the corner of the boy's lips and scattered more across. "I already said I could," he said gently. He got up and grabbed the glass to refill it.
Satoru used the time it took for Yuuji to drain the cup to roll on a condom. Yuuji complained but Satoru wouldn't be moved on this. He explained while positioning a pillow under Yuuji's lower back. "I'm not letting you touch my cum until I've been tested."
Yuuji tugged Satoru over him by the man's shoulders. "You're that much of a whore," he asked.
Satoru laughed and cupped the back of Yuuji's neck. "Sweetheart I've been fucking for most of your life."
Yuuji grumbled but still leaned up to kiss Satoru. He let push his legs apart so Satoru could settle between them.
"You feel good? You can change your mind any time."
"Yes." Yuuji said firmly.
"I'm going to push in now," Satoru said. He held his dick to keep the movement steady but kept his eyes on Yuuji's face. Feeling the slippery heat against the tip forced him to quickly come to terms with the reality that he was actually doing this. But Yuuji's body was ready for him. His hole gave way as he slowly sank in and Yuuji moaned when he was halfway inside. Satoru steadied Yuuji's hips when the boy began to arch against him, which would force him inside more quickly. He couldn't be sure if it was on purpose or not but from the bliss in Yuuji's expression, it was clear Yuuji couldn't be blamed either way.
Satoru pulled out a little before he was fully inside and began a slow rhythm, so slow it felt like a test of character. But what was most important was that he didn't push Yuuji to take any sort of pain. He wanted it to be all good. Yuuji's patience didn't last long. After a few glacial thrust the boy dug his fingers into the back of Satoru's shoulders and pulled down.
"Move," he commanded, albeit breathlessly. "I want to really feel you."
"How does it feel now," Satoru asked.
"Like. Like you're going to fall asleep."
Satoru snorted and adjusted his weight. He forced the words I love you from the tip of his tongue, substituting them for burying his face in Yuuji's hair.
He helped Yuuji adjust the pillow under his back and started to move faster.
"Fuck," he gasped, feeling Yuuji's insides clenched around him as he started to slide out. A pretty cry rang out from Yuuji, making Satoru's body jolt. He thrust in and the smooth slide almost burned. Yuuji's hole spasmed around him, making the thrust even more intense. The next few thrust took up his focus with how his body wanted to take over his control.
Yuuji couldn't seem to find his breath but soon they found a pace, Yuuji pushing his hips down as Satoru pushed in and Yuuji lifting his hips as Satoru pulled out.
"Oh god," Satoru breathed. It was perfect. He slid a hand up the underside of Yuuji's thigh and felt a a burning in his chest and throat. He looked down at Yuuji and felt an impossible love. Yuuji's eyelashes fluttered nearly closed, his chest rising and falling quickly with his quickly moving hips, keeping perfect pace with Satoru's own movements.
Satoru tilted Yuuji's chin up and kissed Yuuji's cheekbone, inbetween his eyebrows, the tip of his nose. Yuuji gasped and took Satoru's face in his hands and pulled him into an open mouth kiss. He moaned roughly and they both picked up the rhythm of their thrusts.
It turned sloppy and full of teeth, and within what felt like no time at all, Yuuji's body gave way to uncontrollable shudders. Satoru held his boy tight against him, keeping up his thrusts as Yuuji came, his semen wetting where their bodies pressed against each other. Yuuji went limp in Satoru's arms so he laid him down and pulled out. He jerked and tugged on his dick a couple times harshly and moaned as his cum spilled into the slick condom. He held onto his dick as it went soft while he caught his breath.
When he started to pull the condom off he realized that he felt Yuuji's eyes on him. He looked up and met Yuuji's stare, pausing when he realized just how dripping in lust it was.
He couldn't help but smile, both flattered and amused.
"Is me removing a used condom that sexy," he teased.
Yuuji seemed to distracted to joke. "Your orgasm is…" he couldn't seem to find the words. Satoru didn't wait. He carefully moved off the bed and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get some washcloths to clean Yuuji up with. When he returned Yuuji had sat up.
"Enchanting," Yuuji said when Satoru sat down on the bed beside him.
Satoru hummed in confusion.
"How you look when you come," Yuuji said. He let Satoru clean his belly and between his legs. "It's enchanting."
Satoru snorted and drew Yuuji close to press a kiss above his ear and another against his temples. He scratched his fingers against Yuuji's scalp.
"You're so sweet," Satoru murmured against his ear.
"What do I look like," Yuuji asked.
"I can't describe it. I'll have to see you come again to see if the right words strike me."
Yuuji laughed but then he paused and grew solemn.
"But like," he said slowly. "It's not just sex, right."
Satoru pulled Yuuji into his arms and fell back against the mattress. They bounced once, twice.
"Of course not!" Yuuji wiggled around until he was comfortable, his forearms tucked between both their chest and ear resting against the inside of Satoru's shoulder.
"I like you way too much to even think of anyone else."
Yuuji sighed, his breath damp and warm as it rushed over Satoru's arm.
"That's nice. I'm calling you my boyfriend then."