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Nanami moved swiftly, his cursed technique working quickly to exterminate a wave of curses. Blackened remnants dissolved around him as the blunt edge of his weapon struck through another creature, the force of his ratio technique splitting it apart with practiced precision. The battlefield echoing with the distant crashes and shrill screeches, cursed energy lingering thickly in the humid night air.
A few blocks away, Satoru carelessly picked the creatures off one by one without breaking a sweat. Bright flashes of blue illuminated every few seconds, followed immediately by the sound of curses being ripped apart before they could even get close to him.
Even from this distance, Nanami could hear him talking. The white haired brute yapping endlessly about some topic, of course Nanami chose to tune him out for his own sake.
Eventually, the final curse let out a warped shriek before dissolving into nothingness. Silence settled over the street almost instantly, broken only by the sound of Gojo scraping his hands together as to gesture a job well done.
Once the battlefield was finally clear of entities, Nanami took a second to catch his breath. He loosened his tie slightly, exhaling through his nose as lingering cursed energy slowly faded from the area. Across the street, Gojo stretched his arms above his head dramatically, as his one sided conversation shifted to the topic of what Gojo would do if Nanami had ever required his help in the battlefield.
Nanami barely interacted in this now one sided conversation, but Gojo persisted on explaining every little detail of what he would do.
“Of course I would help you, Nanami!”
Gojo declared brightly, placing a hand against his chest in mock offense.
“That’s what best friends are for.”
He flashed a grin so exaggerated it bordered on obnoxious, shifting his weight onto one leg as though he’d just said something profound.
Nanami scoffed quietly. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked away with visible disinterest before replying in a softer, gruffer voice.
“We aren’t best friends.”
The statement had the exact effect he intended.
Gojo's grin suddenly faltered, but didn't do anything to halt the conversation as he had hoped it would've.
"Sorry, couldn't hear you."
He muttered, brows furrowing before the muscles in his face relaxed once more. Surely Nanami was just a tough love kinda guy.
Nanami ignored him either way.
Satoru only shrugged after a moment, crouching down beside the dark residuals of a long-gone curse. He rested one elbow against his knee and propped his cheek lazily against his palm while examining the residue on the pavement.
"Well I would never let a curse beat the breaks off you, I got your back!"
Nanami narrowed his eyes slightly.
Gojo looked back up at him then, a wide and unmistakably devious smirk spreading across his face. He pursed his lips as if holding back laughter before pushing himself upright again. He opened his mouth to start the enunciation of his next comment, when the ringtone of his phone pierced the quiet environment.
The sorcerer stretched one arm into his pocket, using his other hand to hold up a single finger. Gesturing Nanami to be patient, provoking a eye roll from the other.
At the same time, a large and incredibly powerful curse appeared from out of no where. Seemingly a special grade, especially with how the ground shook when it was first conjured. Nanami braced himself on his knees and looked towards Gojo who was shocked for a split second before answering his still ringing phone.
Nanami stared at him in complete silence for several seconds, this douche could not possibly be serious.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end was dampened due to the sounds being constantly emitted from the special grade who was growing more and more impatient that it was being disregarded by the second. The voice was easily recognizable to Nanami, and he was able to identify it within the first few moments of the caller speaking.
"Satoruu~"
The curse lunged out to attack Nanami, and he almost didn't dodge in time due to the fact he was still looking at Gojo. A blush spread across the surface of the sorcerers face, even the strongest could be weakened with a single purr of his name from only one person.
The curse apprehended Nanami, and the man struggled before executing his cursed technique once again, barely making out of its grip unscathed.
"Would you happen to know what happened to my panties?"
Gojo remained quiet, hanging up the phone and quickly discarding it into his pocket before glancing towards Nanamis general direction.
“You understand I gotta leave you right?”
Nanami side eyed him and gritted his teeth, currently occupying the curse to the best of his ability as it let out a arsenal of attacks. When he opened his mouth to reply with his attention turned towards Gojo, he found himself barely dodging another quick attack only due to pure luck.
He watched through his peripherals to see Gojo begin to face and walk slowly away from him and the giant monstrosity.
"It aint personal, its pussy."
Then in a flash, Nanami was left alone with this giant curse.
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Gojo adjusted his blindfold, walking swiftly through a large hallway of a rented apartment Satoru had been using for their little... 'meetups'. He didn't attempt to keep his presence hidden from Suguru, who (using his six eyes) could already sense was quite eagerly waiting for him in the bedroom. He smirked as he reached for the door knob, hesitating for just a moment before gripping and turning the cold metal with such force that it probably could've broken it off the door itself.
He heard Suguru chuckle on the other side before finally pushing the door open
"So impatient."
Satoru could feel the heat course through his own body, he peeled his now seemingly tight blindfold off his head and flung it to a vacant corner of the room. Suguru lay there, a shit eating grin that Satoru could never not get entranced by. Suddenly the room felt so hot, and a knot formed in Satoru's pelvis. Not just from the arousal, but from the familiar and horrible sense of dread that never seemed to go away no matter how many times he got into this situation with Suguru.
The fear that even while being the strongest, Suguru would always be above him. That he won't be able to keep him safe, no matter how much his name was feared. Suguru could sense the tension filling the room, and used one of the best ways to coax the sorcerer into folding.
"Satoru~"
And Gojo frowned, a whimper escaping his sealed lips. He paced forward in long strides, looking down at the curse user with a glint in his eye that nobody else could possibly extract from the man. Being the strongest means being on your own, but that same case doesn't seem to apply when hes with Suguru. In Gojo's eyes, they'll always be the same teenagers that will forever be the strongest, mostly when theyre together.
"Fuck, you know what that does to me Sugu."
Satoru leaned down, placing both of his hands on the bed with his wrists facing Suguru's hips. Leaning his own head down as to where their breath mingled and their lips grazed. Geto was the first to break, holding his hand up against the back of his neck to carress his undercut. Pulling slightly to make their faces finally meet. Satoru immediately pushed further, forcing his body against Suguru's who only laid down further to take it.
Suguru moaned openly, wrapping both arms around Satoru as he grinded their bodies together. The heat lingering already made Satoru break a sweat, so in a fever he tried to peel off his shirt. Barely able to peel Suguru off himself even for a moment to free himself of his cloth restraints. They were both in such a daze, eyes half lidded and heavy breaths only while centimeters away from eachother.
Eventually they seperated enough to finally have their bare skin be touching, no barriers in between them now. Satoru bore all his weight on the curse user, and Suguru groaned at the pressure. Something about not even having the choice to run, pinned by the strongest sorcerer that only he could bring to his knees. Satoru broke away first, a string of saliva connecting them that slowly drooped, leaving a trail of mixed saliva on eachothers chest.
If it was anyone else, they both would've recoiled in disgust; but for some reason, it only turned the pair on even more. Satoru went from kissing Geto's mouth, to smothering the sensitive skin behind his ear. Licking and kissing with as much strength that he swore hickeys were already forming. Suguru blushed and moaned as he pulled at the back of Gojo's hair. Grinding their bodies upward together as their dicks naturally slid against one another.
Suguru ripped Satoru away from himself, finally getting a good look at how both of them were ruined in under the span of five minutes.
"You know, I ditched Nanamin for this."
Suguru giggled, holding Satoru's head in one of his hands as he reached the other down to grab a hold of both of their leaking cocks.
"Did you? What a good boy for me."
Satoru dropped his head, his forehead resting on Suguru's chest. He moaned whole heartedly, Suguru squeezed his fist tight, milking pre-cum out of both of them. The sorcerer rolled his hips in shallow thrusts, biting down on his bottom lip so hard that the metallic and bitter taste of copper melted onto his tongue.
"Fuck—Suguru—!"
Suguru arched his back up off the bed as best he could with Satoru still draped over him, jerking both their hot leaking cocks until it became too much to bare for either of them. Spilling onto eachother in messy, sloppy strings as Satoru thrusted downwards into the clenched fist while he whined softly. Suguru grinned, squeezing tight before letting both of their cocks go.
Satoru rolled to the side, breathing heavily and smiling deeply. Post nut clarity always felt like heaven when it was Suguru being the one to make him cum, even if he knows the night is far from ending.
Suguru got up on all fours and crawled on top of Satoru's laying body. Satoru always swore that Suguru was a fox at heart, even when he was the one with all the control. For some reason, it felt like Satoru always fell for his tricks — and maybe that wasn't so bad all the time. Suguru settled, straddling his thighs as he stroked at Satoru's cock with one hand, and traced the other up his body until he reach his chin.
Tilting it up slightly—lovingly before he recoiled his fingers and shoved them inbetween Gojo's lips. Satoru gasped—struggling for a second before adapting to the change. Wrapping his lips and hollowing his cheeks as he looked up at Suguru. He pressed the pads of his fingers down on the back of Gojo's tongue, and he gagged before gaining his composure again.
Suguru slowly took his fingers away, and Satoru's head chased behind before he allowed the seperation. Geto moved farther up Satoru's frame, straddling his pelvis and grinding his ass backwards. Satoru's curved cock rubbing against the cleft of his plush ass. Moaning whilst he placed his hands on both of suguru's thighs — kneading the muscle in between his fingers as he desperately rolled his hips up into the cleft of Suguru's plush ass.
Geto chuckled low, and Satoru threw his head back into the pillow as his hands clenched onto Suguru like a lifeline.
"Fuck! Suguru- I can't...-"
He whined, squeezing his eyes shut and writhing underneath the broad man. His cock twitching before letting a fat bead of pre cum slip onto the surface of Geto's skin. Shivering as he whined and moaned in displeasure, the teasing finally getting to him as he slightly shook his head side to side and scratched at suguru's thighs. His body was trembling, shaking as Suguru leaned down to kiss he tensed lips.
Hushing his cries as he leaned back up and stroked the cock behind him.
"its ok Satoru, i'll take care of you."
Satoru's body stilled, letting his vice grip loosen a but on Geto's thighs as he relaxed back into his previous position.
"I still have to prep, but i'll try to keep you busy whilst I do it."
Satoru nodded, his frown lifting when he heard his needs would be met in due time. In the mean time, Suguru turned around. Ass facing Gojo's face with his mouth hovering over his pulsing red cock. He reached behind himself, circling a finger over his hole before pushing inside hitting one knuckle. At the same time, he lolled his tongue out and swirled it around the tip. Collecting all the juices that had been dripping from the start.
Gojo watched in awe, he got a front row ticket to the show. He lifted his arms up to place his hands on either of Suguru's ass cheeks. Kneading them slightly as he moaned quietly—Satoru would and will never get over how good Suguru sucks cock.
Suguru dove deeper, working his way up and down the shaft as he adding another finger inside. Feeling satoru's eyes fuck him from behind—couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle when he took a break to breathe in once again.
Making scissoring motions to slowly stretch out his rim, he felt a third object press against his rim, Warm and slick, eagerly licking in to fit inside right next to the fingers. Suguru moaned longingly—quickly taking his fingers out to allow Satoru to work his magic before sitting back fully on his knees to grind hard into his face. Swallowing the entirety of Gojo's cock at the same time, their muffled moans came out in unison.
"Nghh- Ohh shit..."
Both of them rocked against eachother, until Satoru whined and bucked his hips particularly hard which alerted Suguru that his reward was soon to come. Suguru wrapped one hand around his own cock, eager to finish along side him.
After a few more moments of the shared pleasure, they both came in rapid spurts—Satoru's flowing hot and heavy down Suguru's throat and god he made sure he swallowed it all down and licked his plate clean. Suguru's spend shot out onto Satoru's stomach in heavy fluid strokes. Almost like an artist painting the first beginning strokes of a masterpiece.
Satoru was definitely thinking about it way too hard, but how could he not when Suguru was the one masterpiece he would never be able to afford?
They both breathed hard, coming down from their highs and processing the harsh reality of post nut clarity.
"Dinner and a show Suguru? are you trying to woo me?"
Suguru sighed and dropped his head, a knowing smirk growing on his face as he gasped out a response.
"Satoruu, if i wanted to woo you—all I would have to do is exist."
Satoru frowned, knowing it was true. He blew on Suguru's hole one more time to extract that breathy sigh that always gets his own cock twitching.Truly, Satoru is weak for Suguru, always wanting to please him despite how he teases him. Gojo would do anything for Geto, and right now, he wants to see him screaming his name with his head shoved into the bed.
Suguru brushes the sweaty hair out of his face, gathering it into a handful before letting it cascade back down his back. Gojo watches in awe, he wants to grab all that hair in a fist and pull it while he pounds him—he knows Geto would love that. Shit, Satoru whines. He feels so selfish for seeing Geto in this way, wanting to take take take while also being deprived, doing whatever Suguru wants him to do.