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When you’re on top of the world, everything gets old fast.
Expensive food and the fancy wines lose their taste. The luxury clothing and jewelry lose their luster, and the pussy is never as good as it was the first couple of fucks. Days, weeks, and months start to blend together until the next thing a person knows years of the same old shit have passed them by.
A lot of men in Gojo Satoru’s position either off themselves once it becomes overbearingly boring or they do a shit ton of drugs to numb themselves to it all.
While Gojo is all for the drugs - if they’re good - he has no intentions of offing himself.
Honestly, he’s having the time of his life. He’s relatively young, wealthy, attractive, and he’s an elite alpha. On top of all of those blessings, he’s untouchable in Tokyo and most of the country.
“Gojo-sama, we’ve arrived,” his secretary announces as the limousine rolls to a stop in the mansion’s courtyard. She’s sitting across from him, her eyes glued to the tablet she’s holding.
Gojo adjusts his dark shades.
People assume he’s high out of his mind most of the time so they don’t question why he wears shades indoors. Besides, this party will be full of the people he’s used to mingling with. He doesn’t have to worry about any weird glances.
Not that he minds the weird glances. He tends to ignore anyone he deems insignificant, and that’s a lot of people.
As Gojo is exiting the back seat, he sees Ryomen Sukuna walking inside the mansion with the Lady of the Week on his arms, his fumbling secretary following behind him. The alpha’s date for the evening looks like some European model Gojo fucked once while they were on a shoot together.
He can’t really remember.
He recently had a rut alone - per usual - so his memory is messed up. That’s one of the downsides of being an elite alpha. Their memory is shit.
“Welcome, Gojo-sama,” the host of the party says. “Please have a drink and mingle a little until the festivities begin.”
One of the servers hands Gojo a flute of champagne and a small, velvet bag that holds inducers and condoms in them. Since he spent his rut alone, he’s dying to fuck somebody tonight.
Gojo thanks the host and enters the mansion.
As soon as he steps inside the mansion, female omegas and betas flock to him. Ignoring them, Gojo sips on his champagne and makes the rounds. The pack of women still follow him around, hoping that once the party kicks off he’ll fuck one of them.
They ask him how he’s doing and if he’s having fun tonight, Gojo offers them short answers here and there. He looks for Sukuna, knowing that the alpha’s presence will help to beat the crowd back. Women love Sukuna nearly as much as they love Gojo but Sukuna is also terrifying. The alpha isn’t afraid to tell someone to fuck off if they irritate him. Gojo is also not afraid to tell someone to fuck off but Gojo has a reputation to uphold.
He’s fun, flirty, and friendly - the opposite of his best friend. That’s how their dynamic has always been ever since they were children.
When Gojo doesn’t see Sukuna inside the mansion, he heads to the back patio, hoping to find him by the pool. But knowing Sukuna he’s probably already in one of the rooms with his date. They only come to these parties because of the privacy they’re granted, honestly. They’re free to fuck who they want, how they want, as much as they want without the media catching wind of it. Even though they’re both untouchable, having the media airing all of their business is simply unpleasant.
“Excuse me, ladies,” Gojo says once he doesn’t see Sukuna by the pool, “I need to go make a call.” He needs to do a line or two of coke so that he can prepare for another night of uneventful fucking. “Wait for me?”
The women agree to wait for him by the pool. Some of them have already taken their inducers so he knows they won’t notice if he’s there or not once the orgy starts.
Gojo heads to the second floor of the mansion.
All of the bathrooms are occupied. So, he steps out on a balcony to shoot a line on the outdoor table. When he steps out through the sliding door, however, he sees that someone is already out there having a smoke. He doesn’t really like to snort coke in front of strangers. He’s shy, after all.
He’s about to find another private place but then the person looks at him, and Gojo finds himself wanting to stay.
“Well, hello,” Gojo says with a smile.
The guy nods. “What’s up.” He smokes his cigarette, his eyes squinting against the smoke. “Nice shades,” he says in a cool and collected voice.
“They’re Armani,” Gojo says lamely. No one has ever complimented his fucking shades, okay? He doesn’t know what else to say.
“Cool.”
Gojo stares at the guy’s lips as he pulls on the cigarette. The only time he fucks men is when he fucks male omegas, and he hasn’t fucked a male omega since he attended university overseas.
They’re rare to come by.
And he only fucked the guy because he was an omega. He doesn’t really like men like that. He doesn’t really like betas either, honestly. He’s always found them boring. The women can be fun but what do the male betas have to offer?
Gojo doesn’t think betas have much to offer an alpha at all.
But this guy is fucking gorgeous. Long, black hair that frames a face that’s more pretty than handsome. Not taller than Gojo but tall enough with an enticing body. His sleeves are rolled up to reveal nice biceps, and from the way the black shirt hugs his chest, Gojo knows he’s nice and lean.
The guy puts the cigarette out and flicks it over the railing. He moves to leave but Gojo stands in front of him.
“You’re here for the party,” Gojo says.
“Not exactly,” the guy says. “I’m a chef."
Gojo extends his hand. “Gojo Satoru.”
Hesitantly, the guy shakes it. “Getou,” he says, staring up at Gojo. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
Only one name. This guy is careful which probably means he's street smart.
“I doubt anyone will notice if one of the cooks goes missing," Gojo says. "They’re not exactly here to eat.”
“I’m the head chef tonight,” Getou says. “And I don’t care what they’re here for. I’m being paid to cook. I should get back to that now.”
Being the heir to the Gojo clan - one of the largest Yakuza syndicates in the country - Gojo isn't used to not getting what he wants. Even though he doesn't know why he wants this particular man. He thinks that he's so wound up from his past rut that he'll fuck anything.
But if that's the case why didn't he hang around the women? They're his type. They're what he's comfortable with.
Instead, he's willing to traverse through unknown territory all for this random guy he just met.
Gojo doesn't care to understand his actions. He does what he wants when he wants. That's how he lives.
"How much are they paying you?" Gojo asks. "I'll triple it."
Getou's pretty eyes widen. "Triple it? You don't even know how much they're paying me."
"But I know I can afford it." Gojo doesn't say that to brag or to impress. It's just how it is. "So what do you say? Want to go back to a stuffy kitchen or come with me to one of these rooms?"
"Look, dude, I don't know what you're into but I'm not sure I'm it. I know you're an alpha."
"You don't like alphas?"
"Alphas don't like me," Getou says nonplussed. "I don't have a self-lubricating asshole."
That is a strong downside for Gojo but he's willing to overlook that.
Fuck he must be really horny.
Gojo cups Getou's chin, stroking his lower lip with his thumb. "But you have a sexy mouth," he says, his voice seductively low. "That'll do for now."
"You're willing to pay me triple just to get your dick sucked. Damn you're thirsty."
A laugh escapes Gojo; it's genuine and refreshing. "Yeah, guess I am." He stares over the brim of his shades at Getou. "Let's see how it goes. I might want more."
"It's going to cost you," Getou says coyly. "I've never fucked an alpha before. But since you're willing to pay, I'm willing to give it a try." He sucks on Gojo’s thumb while staring up at him.
Gojo's cock is already straining in his dress slacks. He really wants to fuck this guy. It's insane.
He presses his thumb deeper inside Getou's mouth, gasping when the beta swirls his tongue around the digit and moans quietly.
"Come on," Gojo says, having enough. He takes his thumb out of Getou's mouth, resisting the urge to suck on it so that he can taste the man. "I've already got a room reserved."
The room the host set aside for Gojo is fitting for an alpha of his status.
A massive bed with a brand new bed set, a mini bar, and a lounge area included. He tells Getou to fix himself a drink while he goes into the bathroom. Gojo thinks about doing a line in there but a part of him wants to be completely sober when Getou sucks his cock. He's rarely sober when he fucks. He's either under the influence of cocaine or inducers.
Since he's trying new things tonight, he decides to not snort coke.
Look at him. He's evolving.
When he steps out of the bathroom, Getou is shirtless and sitting on the bed, leaning back on his muscular arms.
"You smell like filet mignon," Gojo says as he walks over to the bed. He removes his suit jacket.
"At least I smell expensive."
Gojo laughs.
This is the second time Getou has pulled a genuine laugh out of him. It's concerning.
Standing in front of Getou, Gojo touches the ends of the beta's long hair. It's silky smooth. He can't wait to tug on it while he fucks Getou. He keeps telling himself that he'll send him away after he gets his dick sucked but he's long decided that he's going to fuck Getou.
Wordlessly, Getou starts to unbutton Gojo's pants. He stares up at Gojo the entire time, and Gojo wants to kiss him. Instead, he cups the side of Getou's face, startling the beta with his soft touch. He assumes Getou isn't used to being treated this way by the high-class. Aside from the scent of filet mignon, Gojo can smell Getou's social status as though it were cologne.
Getou more than likely took out a lot of loans to put himself through culinary school. He probably moves around a lot to evade loan sharks, too. From the small, crappy tattoo on Getou's ribcage, Gojo knows Getou probably ran with a minor gang back in the day. Probably some gang Gojo or Sukuna have squashed in the recent unification of territories.
In Getou's eyes, Gojo sees a man who has had to fight for survival.
Most importantly, Getou sucks dick like he's had to suck dick to pay the bills before.
Getou grips him at the base with a strong hold, stroking occasionally as he sucks on Gojo's cock with expertise. He stares up at Gojo, watching the alpha fall apart as he takes him deeper into his hot, wet, and tight mouth. His eyes water from the stretch of his lips, but he doesn't falter one bit. If anything, he seems to enjoy the slight pain.
It actually surprises Gojo how good it feels to have his cock stuffed inside Getou's mouth.
Gojo likes having his dick sucked. But it's more of an appetizer before the main dish. However, Getou is sucking his dick so good that he doesn't want it to end. If he came down Getou's throat right now, he wouldn't even be disappointed.
Well, he'd be embarrassed about the quick release but satisfied nonetheless.
Regardless, he tries to draw this out as much as he can.
Pulling out of Getou's sinful mouth, Gojo rests the tip of his cock against Getou's wet, swollen lips, allowing the man to catch his breath - allowing himself to keep from coming too fast. But Getou is unrelenting. He lowers his face and sucks one of Gojo's heavy balls into his mouth, slurping and sucking on it while his other hand stokes Gojo's cock.
Throwing his head back, Gojo groans. "Fuck," he curses under his breath. "You're too good at this..."
Getou hums around his balls and the vibrations move throughout Gojo's body making his toes curl. When Getou pops off, Gojo bites back a needy whine.
"I want you to get your money's worth," Getou says, amused. He sucks on Gojo's cockhead, nipping the sensitive flesh.
Gojo winces from the pain, and Getou swipes the flat of his tongue over where he bit to ease that pain. It feels amazing, too; the pain quickly followed by pleasure.
It makes Gojo's head spin. Feeling drunk, he grabs a fistful of Getou's hair and shoves his cock down the man's throat. His intentions are to be rough and unforgiving, to fuck Getou's throat raw until the man is begging him to stop because he thinks that's the only way he's going to be able to stop himself from heading down this new path.
He can already see himself mounting Getou.
Mounting a fucking male beta as though he were an omega worthy of him. He can already see himself wanting to keep this new treat all for himself even though he knows there's no future for them outside of the physical. Plus, he doesn't even know where all of these thoughts are coming from. He's never wanted to claim a beta.
Getou gags and Gojo's balls tighten from the feel of the beta's throat spasming around his cock. To his surprise, Getou's jaw goes slack and he drops his hands to his sides, allowing Gojo to fuck his mouth as he pleases. Getou's eyes are filled with tears, but he keeps staring up at Gojo as though he didn't have a fat cock shoved down his throat. He looks as if this is just another day for him.
That turns Gojo on more than he can put into words. He's so used to people looking up at him with reverence and false adoration.
Getou looks at him like he's ready for this to be over with so he can get paid.
Feeling his orgasm building, Gojo tugs Getou's hair back, pulling the man off his cock. A thick string of saliva drips down Getou's chin and Gojo scoops it up. He sticks his wet fingers inside Getou's mouth, groaning as the man sucks on them without prompting.
"I'll pay you double of what I'm already going to pay you if you let me fuck you," Gojo says, not caring about how desperate he sounds. "I'm good for it."
"I know you are," Getou says. He pushes himself off the bed and walks over to the bedside table. "I've only seen your face plastered on luxury brand ads every goddamn day when I take the train."
Gojo grins as finally takes his dress shirt off. "So, are you down or what?" He peels off his undershirt next and then he takes his shades off.
"If I can find a condom and lube, why not." Getou opens the top drawer of the bedside table. "That didn't take long..." He takes out a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube.
When Getou turns around the first thing he sees is the massive tattoo that curls around Gojo's right side. Gojo knows that Getou recognizes the tattoo almost immediately. Anyone who has ever had dealings in the underground knows that the white crane is the symbol of the Gojo syndicate. Besides, Gojo's surname is a dead giveaway. The next thing Getou notices is Gojo's vibrant blue eyes.
Thankfully, Getou doesn't stare too much.
"Give me a moment," Getou says. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and prep."
"Prep?" Gojo asks.
Getou smiles. "Of course that's foreign to you. First time fucking a male beta?"
"Don't take too long," Gojo says. He doesn't want to admit the obvious. "I'm not paying you by the hour."
"Yes, your highness."
Gojo grins as he watches Getou walk into the bathroom. The guy has a nice ass too. He's lean and all muscle just as Gojo predicted. It's not the body of a chef that's for sure. Gojo wonders if Getou can fight. He looks like he packs a mean punch. There aren't a lot of people that Gojo can spar with. Only Sukuna and Sukuna's half-brother, Yuji, have managed to keep up with him. But maybe Getou can.
Soon he hears the shower running. He hopes Getou doesn't take too long.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tries to keep himself busy by thinking about something other than Getou. But he fails. All he can think about is Getou. He tends to get like this when he finds a new obsession.
Is that what this is? A new obsession for him?
Then if that's the case he thinks the novelty will wear off once he fucks Getou. He always loses interest once he gets what he wants.
Minutes tick by.
Anxiously, Gojo thrums his fingers on his thighs. He feels jittery like he's done a line. He really needs to fuck this guy soon.
Growing impatient, he gets off the bed. The shower is still running from the sounds of it. Gojo knocks once before he lets himself in.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to sit still," Getou says with a moan.
The shower is huge. Big enough for Getou to sit on the floor of it and stretch himself. Water is streaming down his beautiful body as his legs are spread wide as he fucks himself with three fingers. Getou is biting his lower lip and moaning, his thighs are twitching, and his cock is hard and leaking.
It's the sexiest thing Gojo has ever seen.
Entranced, he walks up to the shower and stands in the door, looking down on the beta.
Getou spreads the three fingers that are inside of his body, showing off his pink walls to Gojo's hungry gaze.
"Are you ready for me yet?" Gojo asks.
"As ready as I'm going to be."
"Show me."
Getou removes his fingers from his stretched hole. Then he sits up and bends over with his ass facing Gojo. Lowering his head, he spreads his ass cheeks, showing off his pink, winking hole. Gojo doesn't even remember walking into the shower. He just loses it. It's like he blacks out.
One minute he's staring at Getou's lewd posturing and then the next he's fucking Getou hard against the shower floor. He even forgets to use a condom.
Getou's way tighter than Gojo imagined. His walls are squeezing around Gojo's thick cock and he knows he's hurting Getou but he couldn't stop himself if he tried. It feels too fucking good and the way Getou moans is music to his ears.
Best of all is that Getou doesn't ask him to stop. He powers through it, and Gojo is so grateful to him for that because he thinks he might go into a blind rage if he's asked to stop now.
"You're too good, baby," Gojo groans. He kisses down Getou's back, rolling his hips to press deeper inside the man's core. "So fucking perfect for me..."
Although Getou isn't as wet as omegas tend to get, he's wet enough. And the fact that he's tighter than any omega Gojo has ever fucked just heightens the pleasure.
Getou is also strong too. Strong enough to not break easily. His muscles flex and coil beneath his beautiful, flushed skin as his body shudders from the force of Gojo's thrusts. He's moaning louder now, practically screaming because Gojo is assaulting his prostate with no signs of stopping.
"Fuck...I'm going to-"
"Cum," Gojo demands. He leans down, pressing his chest to Getou's back, and rests his chin on Getou's shoulder. "Cum for me, baby," he whispers into Getou's ear.
Gojo watches Getou's cock twitch as he releases thick ribbons of cum on the shower floor. The water washes it away.
From the way Getou's body is still spasming, Gojo can tell that the orgasm hit him hard. It makes him wonder how it'll be if he fucked his knot into Getou. He bets the man would cum for days from the overstimulation. Before he knows it, he's thinking about fucking Getou during a rut and pushing the man's body beyond its limit over and over again until Getou is dependent on his cock.
"Tired already?" Gojo asks as he moves Getou's hair away from his ear. He sucks on his earlobe as he fucks Getou at a slower pace.
"Your dick is huge," Getou moans, his words coming out slurred. "It hurts like hell but...but fuck it feels..."
Gojo picks up his pace again, fucking Getou harder.
He can't really help himself.
Getou's voice is sexy, the way he's writhing beneath Gojo is sexy, and the way his walls keep clenching around his cock is sexy. The water in the shower is freezing cold now and Gojo's knees are beginning to ache. He wants to fuck Getou on the bed, too. He wants to see his long hair splayed out on the pillow as he moves inside of him. He wants to see the faces Getou makes when he's ball's deep. He wants Getou to moan his name and—
"Shit," Gojo curses.
His orgasm hits him before he can even stop it. He thrusts in as far as he can go inside Getou's trembling body, filling his guts with his seed. As the orgasm hits him like a freight train, he has a brief, possessive thought that's borderline insane.
He wishes he could get Getou pregnant.
Of course, once the feeling fades he dismisses the thought and doesn't revisit it.
Getou cums again from the impact of Gojo's release. He's unconscious when Gojo finally pulls out of him.
While Getou sleeps on the shower floor, Gojo sits beside him, breathing hard and still reeling from what just happened.
Eventually, he cleans them both. Then he turns the shower off and wraps Getou in a big towel. The guy is far from light but Gojo's very strong. He carries him to bed.
Gojo considers leaving after that and just having his secretary pay Getou later.
Instead, he stays the night. He sleeps with Getou in his arms, deciding that it's better not to overthink his actions. He caresses Getou's ribcage, rubbing his hand over the ugly tattoo that ruins the beta's otherwise beautiful skin, thinking about how a crane tattoo would look so much better.
In the morning, he pays Getou what he owes him and they say their goodbyes.
Two weeks later, fresh off his flight from Hong Kong, Gojo is parked outside of the restaurant where Getou works.
It didn't take long for his secretary to gather a file on Getou Suguru.
As Gojo assumed, Getou has a massive debt with some nasty loan sharks in Shinjuku. Those same loan sharks are looking for Getou with the intent of cutting open his beautiful body and selling his organs on the black market. Of course, before they do that they'll probably make the beta work in the Red Light district a few nights to really get their money's worth.
Gojo is prepared to pay off those loan sharks. Hell, he'll even kill them with his bare hands all for another night with Getou.
Yeah, he's that thirsty.
What can Gojo say? The sex was mindblowing and these days he isn't easily impressed. He wants to fuck Getou again. He wants to fuck Getou out of his system so he can move on to a new obsession already.
Soon, Getou steps outside for a smoke break. That's when one of Gojo's men apprehends the beta and brings him over to the limousine. Getou is scared shitless thinking it's a loan shark until he gets in the limo and sees Gojo sitting there with a smile on his face.
"Fucking bastard," Getou says with a smirk. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Don't worry. I'm not here on Tao's behalf."
Getou's smile fades. "How do you know about that?" He sucks his teeth. "Nevermind. I'm sure you know everything about me by now."
"Not everything. I'm sure there's still more for me to learn about you."
"What do you want?" Getou asks, cutting his eyes at Gojo. "I haven't told anyone about that night if you're here to get rid of loose ends."
Gojo laughs. "Relax, I'm not here for that." He stares at Getou's lips, thinking about how they were wrapped around his cock a few weeks ago. Unconsciously, he spreads his thighs. "I'm here to offer you an arrangement that I think would be in your best interest."
Getou is quick on the uptake. "You want to fuck me again," he says plainly. "Your dick nearly broke me in half last time so I'm charging your ass triple again."
The plan was to fuck Getou a couple of times and then be done with him.
That was the plan that Gojo went over in his head during his entire flight to Tokyo.
But for some reason, he doesn't stick to that plan.
"I'll pay off your debt," Gojo starts, "and give you a weekly allowance. I'll even put you up someplace nicer than that shit hole you live in."
Getou's eyes widen. "Just to fuck me again..."
"No, you're going to be mine from now on."
All mine.