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No one thought the exorcism of Sukuna would allow his host to survive. So when Gojo managed to destroy the curse and Itadori woke up, it was a huge surprise. Enough so that Gojo was prepared to kill him again, thinking it could still be Sukuna trying to trap him.
“Gojo-sensei?” Itadori started, scratching the back of his head as he looked around.
Gojo stared at him for a few seconds. “Is he still there?” He asked finally and Itadori frowned, closing his eyes for a moment as if he were physically checking all corners of his mind.
On opening his eyes, he looked up at his teacher, then shook his head. “He’s gone… he’s actually gone…” Letting out a huffed chuckle, Itadori looked relieved. “Sukuna’s gone and I’m still alive.” Gojo reached out a hand and pulled him up. “How is this possible?” He asked genuinely.
“I don’t know.” Gojo confessed honesty. “Up until now, it never was.” He started walking back towards the school. He glanced at Itadori who was looking down at his hands. “You still have cursed energy flowing through you. Now that Sukuna is gone, you don’t have to stay at Jujutsu Tech if you don’t want to, but you’ll still have a place there if you do.” Itadori merely hummed. “Does it feel strange? Having your body back to yourself?”
Flicking his eyes to Gojo, then looking back ahead, Itadori considered it for a moment. “Yeah.” He confirmed. “I don’t really know what to do now…” He confessed.
Gojo slapped a hand on Itadori’s back. “Stay at Jujutsu Tech. At least for now.” He advised. “Your friends are there, and you can still help people the way you always wanted to.”
Nodding, Itadori agreed. He was glad that his last goodbye wouldn’t really have been the end. Especially since Fushiguro had chosen to say goodbye by kissing him. In that moment, Itadori had wished for more time. More time that he could then use to tell Fushiguro that he felt the same, instead of standing there like an idiot as he had walked away. And now it seemed he was getting that chance.
As they reached the school, Itadori stood outside the gates, staring blankly at the building. “What if they still want me dead?” He asked, nervously. “I don’t want to see Kugisaki and Fushiguro if I’m just going to get executed anyway.”
“You’re not one with Sukuna anymore.” Gojo reminded him. “If they were to kill you now, it’d be a murder. Not an exorcism.” Itadori knew that was a reassurance, but it didn’t feel like that. “Besides, I wouldn’t let them do that.” He assured, and Itadori smiled and nodded.
They headed inside, the principal being the first to see them both and immediately raising his defences. “Gojo Satoru, why have you brought him back to us alive?” He demanded, and Gojo took a step in front of Itadori.
“It’s just the kid now.” He explained. “Sukuna is gone.”
Flicking his eyes to Itadori, then back to Gojo, he raised a brow. “You’re certain?”
“Completely.”
“You understand this has to be reported to the council and they’ll decide how to move forward?”
“I know.” Gojo smiled in that insincere way Itadori had seen him do many times since they’d first met. “But any decision other than allowing Itadori Yuuji to live his life would be impractical.”
Shooing Itadori away, Gojo stayed to report the situation.
Itadori didn’t want to return to the dorms. He didn’t want to face his friends yet. So, instead, he took a seat on the steps outside the admissions office. He looked down at his palms again, clenching and opening his hands as he tried to get used to the feeling of his body being his own once again. “Are you really gone?” He whispered softly, unsure if he was hoping for an answer or not.
He was there for maybe ten minutes before he looked up and locked eyes with Fushiguro who was frozen in place, staring at him. Itadori smiled, lifting his hand to wave once.
Fushiguro mirrored the action.
After a few additional moments Itadori stood, heading over to Fushiguro who took a half step back and raised his defences, increasing the cursed energy flowing through him. “Are you him?” He asked firmly.
Itadori gave that boyish grin that gave him away instantly. “It’s me, Fushiguro.” He grinned. “Did’ya miss me?”
Fushiguro dropped his hands to his sides. “Is Sukuna..? Did Gojo..?”
His questions were incomplete, but Itadori knew what he was asking. “Gojo exorcised him. It’s just me now.” He explained. “He doesn’t understand how I survived, but I did. And... it’s just me now.” He repeated.
After a few seconds of silence, Fushiguro launched forward, hugging Itadori tightly as if he let go the latter would fade away. Itadori brought his hands up to Fushiguro’s back and hugged him back, just as tight. “You were supposed to be dead.” He whispered eventually. “I can’t believe you’ve come back to me again .” He murmured as he dipped his head to rest in the crook of Itadori’s neck.
Itadori smiled softly. “Well I couldn’t leave that as our goodbye.” He joked lightly. “Not when I didn’t tell you that I feel exactly the same.”
As he pulled away, Megumi shoved Itadori by his shoulder. “Stop doing this, asshole.” He said firmly. “Stop making me mourn you when you’re not dead.”
“In my defence, I was actually dead the first time, and this time I thought I’d die. Everyone did.” He defended. “But I’m sorry.” He apologised. “For scaring you.” He added.
“You did more than scare me, dipshit.” Despite the anger he was trying to convey, Fushiguro’s voice wobbled.
“I know.” Itadori confirmed. “I’m sorry.” He apologised again, taking a step closer and reaching up a hand to gently cup Fushiguro’s cheek as he wiped away a single tear that had found itself trailing down his cheek. As his hand lingered, Fushiguro blushed, his face warming under Itadori’s touch. If Itadori knew only one thing in this moment, he knew he wanted to kiss Fushiguro, he wanted the feeling of his best friend’s soft lips on his own again. He wanted to relive the kiss Fushiguro had initiated to say goodbye, but with a different meaning this time.
“Can I..?” Itadori asks in a low tone, moving to close the gap between the two of them. He moved slowly, his hand moving from Fushiguro’s cheek to the nape of his neck, stroking small circles there with his thumb. He was sure to wait for confirmation from Fushiguro, meeting his eyes as the taller nodded once before they both closed their eyes and Itadori touched their lips together.
Fushiguro froze for a moment before something in him shifted and he processed what was happening. And then he was kissing him back. It was tense, and Itadori felt like it was probably the most nerve-wracking kiss he’d ever initiated, but the reality was Fushiguro was kissing him back.
Itadori’s heart was pounding. He pushed his hands a little more into Fushiguro’s hair as he tilted his head and kissed him with more feeling. And when Fushiguro let out a small, pleased hum, Itadori was made certain that this was the best idea he’d ever had.
Reluctantly, Itadori pulled away. “I’m glad I got another chance to do that.” He smiled.
“Shut up.” Fushiguro blushed, grasping Itadori’s hip with one hand and gripping his neck with the other as he pulled him in for a crushing kiss, deeper and more passionate than the one moments earlier.
Itadori stumbled back in surprise at first, but then found himself easily returning the kiss with an equal intensity, pushing himself closer so that he was flush against the other.
“You’re an asshole.” Fushiguro mumbled between kisses as his hand slid from Itadori’s hip to his waist and held him tighter. Itadori parted his lips as Fushiguro took initiative, licking into his mouth and deepening the kiss.
This was the first time Itadori had ever really felt like this about anyone. Sure, before he ate the first finger and was forcefully pulled into this life, he had his share of fumbled kisses with girls behind the bleachers, and stolen kisses in alleyways on rainy days after school, but this feeling? This was new.
Fushiguro pulled away finally, and Itadori let out what was almost a whine as the warmth was lost and Fushiguro chuckled softly. “Is he really gone?” Fushiguro asked, genuinely unsure. “For sure?”
Itadori smiled. “He really is.” He confirmed, flushing as Fushiguro placed his hand on his cheek, running his thumb beneath one of his eyes.
“You still have the scars.” He observed, and Itadori reached up a hand to feel it himself.
“Oh.” He stated, surprised by the fact. “Sorry.” He murmured, not even sure why he was apologising.
Fushiguro looked confused. “For what?”
Shrugging, Itadori took a step back out of Fushiguros hold, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know.” He said honestly. “They probably bring back bad memories, or whatever.” His demeanour had clearly changed to something a little more insecure about all the things he had done when Sukuna was in control.
“None of that was-”
“I’m just gonna go back to my room.” Itadori interrupted. “The council hasn’t even decided if they’re gonna let me live yet or not, so it’s probably a good idea if you just pretend you didn’t see me.” He suggested, leaving to his room before Fushiguro had the opportunity to respond at all.
***
Falling backwards onto his bed after his shower, Itadori sighed and reached his hand up to touch the healed over slits on his cheeks. “This sucks.” He murmured to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. The silence was deafening. The emptiness that was once filled with the sound of Sukuna was hard to process now. And, although he knew it was messed up, part of Itadori missed the lack of silence. Sure, it annoyed him once upon a time, but at some point he’d grown rather fond of the ramblings. He didn’t even realise that that was the case until now.
He covered his eyes with his arm and let out an exasperated sigh as he did. “You’re really gone, huh?” He asked, knowing there would be no response. “And they’re probably gonna kill me anyway.” He murmured, speaking out loud to feel a little less alone.
As he was mid ramble to himself, there was a light knock on his door - so light he almost missed it. “Yeah?” He called out, not wanting to move. Slowly the door slid open, and Itadori found himself smiling on seeing Fushiguro there. “What’s up?” He asked, acting as if he weren’t talking to himself just now.
“Are you alright?” Fushiguro asked, a frown displayed on his face. “Did I say something wrong?” He questioned as he closed the door behind him and made his way further into the room.
“What?” Itadori asked, suddenly realising his fast departure may have sent mixed signals to Fushiguro. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just-” He sat up on the end of his bed, leaning his arms on his legs and sighing. “Look, you’re gonna think I’m crazy but…”
Fushiguro took a seat on the edge of his bed. “But?” He pressed, placing a hand on Itadori’s back, comfortingly.
“It’s weird.” Itadori started. “I hated living with Sukuna taking up space in my body. I despised every second, not knowing if he’d switch with me, or at what points he even could. Hell, for the full time it was hard to sleep. I didn’t wanna risk another Shibuya situation.” He glanced at Fushiguro who still looked understanding then sighed as he looked back at his hands. “But that was two years of my life.” He closed his eyes, trying to stop the guilt this confession was carrying. “Two years that my body wasn’t my own. Two years that my mind was inhabited by all of Sukuna’s thoughts as well as my own. And now it all feels so… empty.” He said, feeling a weight lifted as soon as he said the words. “I know it’s fucked up to miss a curse that was the primary cause of hundreds of thousands of deaths, but without Sukuna I just feel… alone?” He pondered if that was the right word before looking back to Fushiguro, who looked confused, but open to understanding.
“You miss Sukuna?” The taller questioned, and Itadori just shrugged.
“I don’t know.” He responded honestly. “I’m not sure if I miss him, or if I just miss the company. The feeling of knowing that I wasn’t going to be alone, even in death.”
“That makes sense.” Fushiguro replied, the validation making Itadori feel just that little bit better. “Hey.” He spoke, Itadori looking back up at him. “Don’t run away from me again, okay?” He requested with a soft smile. “I promise I won’t let you feel lonely again.”
Itadori knew Fushiguro couldn’t guarantee that, especially in this line of work, but he also knew that he intended to keep his word as best he could. “This might be weird, so you can say no, but can we get some sleep?” Itadori asked softly.
Fushiguro looked a little confused. “I’m not that tired, but I can leave if-”
“No.” Itadori interrupted. “I meant… can you, you know..?” He scratched the back of his neck, hoping he wouldn’t have to embarrass himself further, but Fushiguro wasn’t getting it at all. “Can you… hold me while I sleep?” He murmured quietly, and Fusiguro’s confusion melted into a smile as he stood and pulled off his uniforms jacket so only his soft tshirt remained covering his torso.
“I’d be happy to.” He confirmed, hanging the jacket over Itadori’s desk chair then climbing onto his bed, waiting at the top as Itadori was yet to move. “You coming?”
Itadori flushed and smiled as he pulled off his yellow hoodie and dumped it on the floor at the end of his bed, then climbing up to Fushiguro’s level and curling up as the latter cuddled up behind him. “Get some rest.” Fushiguro spoke softly into his ear. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He confirmed as he wrapped his hand a little tighter around Itadori’s waist, pulling him slightly closer.
Itadori found himself falling asleep a lot easier than he thought he would. Fushiguro was a surprising warmth in a cold world, and having him this close, and this understanding, made Itadori feel safe. After two years of uncertainty, he finally felt safe.
His dreams were less of a safe haven, though. Sukuna was gone, but the cursed energy he left behind was still coursing through Itadori’s soul, making his good dreams bad, and his bad dreams worse.
Shooting upright in the middle of the night thanks to an image of Sukuna killing someone that had ingrained itself deep in his psyche woke Fushiguro up too. “Itadori? What’s wrong?” His words were a little slurred, and he was clearly tired, so as he calmed his heart rate, Itadori lied.
“Nothing. I just had a dream that I was falling.” He smiled falsely at Fushiguro, and thanks to the dark, he accepted his excuse.
Humming, Fushiguro pulled Itadori back down, the two of them now face to face; their noses practically touching. “Your breathing is fast and your heart rate’s up.” Fushiguro mumbled. “Must’ve been a hell of a fall.” He added as he wrapped one arm around Itadori’s back and pulled him into his chest, his chin resting in the pink hair as their legs entangled with each other.
Feeling safe and calming down, Itadori fell back asleep, his face buried in Fushiguro’s chest and his arms wrapping tightly around him, as if he were anchoring himself to the other.
The remainder of Itadori’s dreams that night weren’t bad enough to wake him, though Fushiguro did wake up at one point to a small whining sound that faded away with his gentle whispers into Itadori’s ear.
As Itadori awoke the next morning, the first thing he realised was he was still buried in Fushiguro’s chest. He hugged himself closer, feeling the warmth as Fushiguro’s hand rubbed up and down his back as a gentle kiss was placed in his hair. “G’morning.” Fushiguro murmured and Itadori merely hummed in response. “Did you sleep okay?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep.
“Better than I have in years.” Itadori said before yawning and holding Fushiguro tighter. “Can we just stay here until the council decides to execute me?”
Fushiguro pulled back slightly, tilting up Itadori’s chin so they were looking into one another’s eyes. “They’re not going to do that.” He said, firmly. “You’re rid of the curse. They can’t have you executed without moral and physical repercussions.”
Itadori shrugged. “They can if they don’t truly believe he’s gone.” He argued, seemingly unphased by the idea.
Before Itadori had a moment to think, Fushiguro was over him, pinning his wrists to the bed above his head. “Do not plan on giving up again, Itadori Yuuji.” Fushiguro warned, the sound of Itadori’s given name on his tongue making the aforementioned fluster slightly. “You survived the impossible. That exorcism should have killed you too. But it didn’t. You’re here, you’re alive, and we have each other.” He leaned forward a little more, and could feel the warmth radiating off of Itadori’s face. “If you make me mourn you for a third time, I’ll kill you myself.”
Instead of responding with words, Itadori pushed himself up and captured Fushiguro’s lips with his own, intriguing the other with a slow and gentle kiss. As he pulled back, Fushiguro chased the taste and pushed down into another, deeper kiss. It was a hell of a lot more passionate than either of the ones they’d shared the previous day, and good god, it was exactly what Itadori had been hoping for since the first moment he realised he liked Fushiguro.
Itadori widened his legs a little and Fushiguro took the hint, sliding himself between them as Itadori sighed into the kiss, finding himself suppressing a moan when Fushiguro’s thigh pressed firmly between his legs.
“Fushiguro.” Itadori broke the kiss, groaning a little as his hips bucked up, his wrists still held above his head in Fushiguro’s vice grip.
“Excited so early in the morning?” Fushiguro teased, his eyes just as dark with the same desire as Itadori, and his thigh pressing firmly against Itadori’s erection.
“Maybe.” Itadori smiled softly, his boyish grin making Fushiguro melt, wanting to give in to his every desire.
“God, Itadori, you really are something else.” He huffed, tipping his head to one side as though to allow Itadori access to his neck.
“Yuuji.” Itadori corrected before latching onto Fushiguro’s neck, sucking gently and taking his own pleasure in the gasps it elicited, noting Fushiguro was sensitive here.
“You talk too much.” Fushiguro complained, letting go of one of Itadori’s wrists to grip the bed sheets and balance himself instead.
Itadori used his free hand to push himself up closer to Fushiguro so he could bite down more firmly. Fushiguro let out a soft groan and his grip tightened and Itadori took the hint, licking over the red marks he’d already left, then picking another spot to nip at the pale skin. As he started to suck again, Fushiguro let out a sigh that bordered on a moan and his hips rolled forward and Itadori was made fully aware of his arousal. He wasn’t sure if it was hormonal, or maybe it was because he wasn’t sure if he was going to survive to see tomorrow, but Itadori suddenly wanted more than this. So much more. He wanted to pull Fushiguro out of his clothes, and to be on top of him, preferably sooner rather than later.
Experimentally, Itadori kissed a line up Fushiguro’s neck before nibbling on his ear. Fushiguro whined and his grip on Itadori’s other wrist went weak for a split second, just long enough for Itadori to take initiative and flip them over so that he was above him. Fushiguro didn’t even complain at the switch, instead threading his fingers through Itadori’s surprisingly soft locks and tightening his grip so as to silently tell him to keep going.
Without a word, Itadori continued to nibble at the top of Fushiguro’s neck affectionately as he slid his hands up beneath Fushiguro’s tshirt. Right away, he felt Fushiguro’s warm, soft skin as he let his hands wander up his waist, before rucking up his shirt and shamelessly brushing his thumbs over his nipples, and Fushiguro’s hips bucked up.
Itadori chuckled softly. “Looks like you like that…” Itadori rubbed them again with his thumbs and watched Fushiguro’s eyes flutter shut. “Fushiguro…”
“Shut up.” Fushiguro scowled as he lifted himself slightly to pull off his tshirt completely.
“What do you want, Fushiguro.” Itadori murmured, nosing at his neck and pushing his hands over his chest again. He could feel his mouth watering as he took in the sight of Fushiguro’s body. Fushiguro blushed all the way to his chest and his face showed his excitement even with his furrowed brow. Looking down, Itadori could see he was fully hard too, the material of his pants was straining. It did something to Itadori, just knowing he was the one who put Fushiguro in this state. He was the one making him hard and flushed and turned on.
Fushiguro kept his eyes closed, ignoring the question as he let the sensations overtook his body.
“Fushiguro, tell me what you want.” Itadori requested again, placing kisses down Fushiguro’s neck as he awaited a response.
Fushiguro let out an angered groan and ducked his head in a pathetic attempt to hide his face, his hips pushing up as he let out a heavy breath. “Megumi. Call me Megumi.” He insisted. “And keep touching me.” He sounded almost pleading and it sent a jolt through Itadori.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.” Itadori confessed between out of breath kisses.
Fushiguro’s back arched off the bed and he moaned as Itadori nibbled on a specifically sensitive point on the crook of his neck. He let out a soft chuckle as his back rested back on the bed. “You certainly don’t strike me as a virgin.” He huffed out a breath as he did.
“I’ve been a little busy.” He defended. “I’ve not exactly had any alone time with anyone for the past two years.” He snickered, and Fushiguro rolled his eyes. “You’re telling me you’ve had sex before?” He asked, a brow raised.
“Only a couple times.” Fushiguro said, pulling Itadori in a little closer. “Nothing that meant anything.” He explained.
Itadori hummed. “So, how do you wanna do this?” He asked, leaning over Fushiguro on a singular elbow.
With a brow raised, Fushiguro leaned up a little. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” He asked, a little concerned.
“Urm…” Itadori’s mind flicked vaguely to some videos he’d watched during his curious phase. He was pretty sure he understood it well enough to ensure he wouldn’t hurt Fushiguro. “Yeah? I think I know what to do.” He confirmed, his confidence a little shaky.
“You aren’t exactly beaming with confidence, Yuuji.”
“I know that I won’t hurt you.” Itadori confirmed, a genuine certainty in his tone. He leaned in and kissed him again, a little softer this time, showing that he meant it. This wasn’t happening just because they were both horny, it was happening because Itadori’s heart raced when he looked at Fushiguro, and because he had the same effect on Fushiguro.
Fushiguro kissed him back and wrapped his arm around Itadori’s waist as they exchanged more touches of their lips, slowly gaining intensity again as they pressed closer and their tongues reacquainted once more.
Itadori took the lead once again, kissing down Fushiguro’s neck and over his chest. He took a nipple in his mouth and Fushiguro almost whimpered as his legs fell open and his back arched off the bed. Itadori took it as a signal to keep things going and slid one hand up Fushiguro’s inner thigh, giving him plenty of time to object as he squeezed his hand and elicited a gasping moan from deep inside Fushiguro. He was so hard that Itadori could feel his own dick throb as he teasingly pushed the heel of his palm teasingly against Fushiguro to make him gasp again.
“Take off your clothes.” Fushiguro panted, and Itadori was more than happy to oblige, standing as he fumbled at the button on his shorts, and tugging them down with his boxers. He kicked them to one side and stood proudly looking down at Fushiguro in only his tshirt.
“Your turn.” Itadori ginned, and Fushiguro knelt up on the bed, tangling his hands in Itadori’s tshirt and tugging him in closer.
“Take them off yourself.” Fushiguro suggested, and Itadori smirked as he pushed into another kiss, unbuttoning the other’s pants as he did. “And take off your tshirt.” He insisted, pushing it up as he broke off the kiss. Itadori pulled it off over his head as Fushiguro finished taking off his pants and boxers, then pushed the latter back onto the bed, caging him beneath him once again. “Fuck, Yuuji, you’re…” He stopped, groaning as he rolled his hips up against Itadori.
“I’m?” Itadori pressed as he kissed down Fushiguro’s neck again.
“Nothing, just…” Fushiguro pulled him into a kiss again to shut him up with his tongue, and Itadori moved with his partner's body. “Just keep going.” He requested as he melted into the mattress beneath him.
Itadori was a little surprised with himself, because it was as if his body knew exactly what to do even though he’d never done this before. The kissing felt like heaven and only continued to get more passionate as their hips rocked together rhythmically, both of them moaning when the friction was hit just right. As it got more intense, Fushiguro got less teasing, only saying small gasps of “right there” and “harder” as Itadori sucked on his neck.
This wasn’t just physical for either of them. Itadori had felt so isolated these past few years, not able to have any alone time with anyone even though he was desperate for it, and he’d wanted so badly to be with Fushiguro. And now it was real, and it was so much more than he’d ever hoped it’d be.
And as they both got more into it, Fushiguro started to soften, his whines more fragile and more frequent. He hugged Itadori more and returned each and every kiss with a warmth that matched Itadori’s. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Fushiguro pleaded between pants, pressing his forehead against Itadori’s as he broke the kiss. “Please. I can’t… I can’t lose you.”
Itadori felt a little bit of guilt rush through him as Fushiguro’s cheeks reddened with the confession. “I never planned on scaring you.” He said honestly. “You were the first person I thought about when I woke up. The only person I wanted to see.”
Fushiguro’s brows raised in surprise, and as if he knew the question, Itadori nodded, his eyes going a little misty again.
“I don’t have… I don’t have anything…” Itadori realised suddenly, feeling like an idiot. “I don’t wanna hurt you, maybe we should wait..?” He suggested tentatively.
Fushiguro shook his head firmly. “No.” He refused. “No, I don't want to wait.”
“But I…”
Interrupting Itadori and pushing himself up, Fushiguro sat on the edge of Itadori’s bed, grabbing his underwear from one side. “I have some stuff I’ll be right back.” He confirmed, peeking into the hallway before leaving to his own room next door.
He was back in the room within a minute, a small wash bag in his hand. He smiled as he reapproached the bed, putting the wash bag on Itadori’s bedside table and the aforementioned tugged him closer by the band of his underwear, pushing them down as he turned them around and Fushiguro kicked them off as they pooled at his ankles.
Itadori kissed him again, quickly getting them both back into the hot and flustered mood they’d just left. Pushing Fushiguro back down onto the bed, Itadori hovered over him once again.
Reaching for Fushiguro’s wash bag, Itadori unzipped it and pulled out a bottle of lube, squinting a little as he studied the bottle. “Stop staring at it and get on with it.” Fushiguro urged as he frowned a little. Though the frown was only for show, his body was relaxed and enticing.
Nodding, Itadori popped open the bottle and coated two of his fingers with a generous amount of lube, then schooched down the bed to between Fushiguro’s legs, but a firm hand hooking around his neck pulled him back up.
“Don’t stare at it while you do it.” Fushiguro said, a little flustered as Itadori settled back over him.
“How’m I supposed to, you know,” He scissored his fingers a little as his head nodded in that direction, “If I can’t see it?”
“Just reach down and do it!”
“But what if I…?”
“Stop overthinking it, Yuuji.” Fushiguro huffed as he gripped Itadori’s hand and pushed it down between his legs and at the same time leaned up and pulled Itadori into another deep kiss.
Itadori hummed into the kiss, trusting Fushiguro’s certainty and slipping a first finger into him and relishing in the moan it pulled from his partner. “There. Right there.” Fushiguro urged, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Itadori’s neck. “Go slow.” He murmured softly.
The sounds Fushiguro was making made Itadori helpless to do anything other than nod his head, and Fushiguro turned his head as he began kissing and nibbling along Itadori’s neck. “Shit.” Itadori sighed as his eyes fluttered closed. “That feels… really good.”
“I know.” Fushiguro nipped on a few more spots on his neck before finding a good place to suck on. He rolled his hips a little to remind Itadori what he was working on since he had stopped moving.
Itadori got back to it and moaned as Fushiguro left a love bite on a spot that would be visible above Itadori’s collar.
“Keep going.” Fushiguro whispered. “Just like that.” He tilted his head to catch Itadori’s lips once again as if kissing was the most natural thing in the world for the two of them. Things finally felt simple. For the first time in years, Itadori finally found some simplicity in his life, and of course it was with Fushiguro, because it wouldn’t make sense with anyone else.
They couldn’t seem to stop kissing for more than a single moment as Itadori slowly opened Fushiguro up with his fingers, introducing his second digit as he carefully scissored them a little at a time until the muscle began to relax and feel more inviting. Fushiguro broke away for a few seconds to whisper some guiding words in Itadori’s ear, breathily telling him the best way to curl his fingers, and directing him until Itadori seemed to find just the right point and Fushiguro saw stars.
“There?” Itadori asked with a bit of a proud smirk as he tried to keep his cool at the sight of Fushiguro quivering with pleasure.
Unable to speak, Fushiguro simply nodded, his eyes screwed shut and his grip on Itadori’s shoulder tightening as Itadori repeated the way he twisted his wrist over and over again. Itadori was so hard that he thought he might just pass out, but couldn’t help directing his full attention at Fushiguro, and making him feel as good as possible. Fushiguro was usually in full control, so seeing him come apart did something to Itadori that he didn’t know before now was possible.
He remained patient as he worked Fushiguro open, wanting to prep him enough so it wouldn't hurt, especially not wanting to be too overeager. As Fushiguro’s head tilted back, and breathy moans escaped his mouth, Itadori could feel he was almost ready.
“Are you ready?” Itadori asked, nuzzling his nose against Fushiguro’s as he pulled his fingers slowly out of the other and worked on slicking himself up again. He found himself suppressing a strangled moan of relief when he finally touched himself, but it didn’t hold a candle to the way Fushiguro looked, all flushed and desperate for him.
“Do it, Yuuji. Fuck me already.”
A fire was lit under Itadori and any hesitancy he felt disappeared completely as he pushed himself up and lined himself up with Fushiguro. His heart pounded as he realised the way Fushiguro was allowing himself to be handled, and he planted one hand next to his head and gripped Fushiguro’s hip with the other, then pushed forward.
Fushiguro gasped at the entry but hiked a leg up around Itadori’s hip to encourage him to keep going.
“Shit…” Itadori murmured, dropping his head against Fushiguro’s shoulder, feeling almost hypnotised by the heat. Fushiguro was tight around him but not so much that he thought he was hurting him, and Fushiguro’s arms were tight around him and his breath was heavy in his ear, as if he were enjoying it just as much as Itadori. “Megumi…” He murmured softly.
Fushiguro moaned a little. “Move.” He gasped as he rolled his hips and arched his back up. “It doesn’t- it feels really good- Yuuji please- ah!” He cried out when Itadori snapped his hips forward, finally fucking him the way Fushiguro wanted him to.
Now was one of the times Itadori was reminded of his usual physical prowess. Fushiguro was strong, and his body was nicely compacted with muscle. Itadori could feel how firmly Fushiguro was squeezing and could feel his core strength in the way he bucked up to chase the pleasure as they fell into a rhythm. Even with how muscular he was, he still felt light in Itadori’s arms as he lifted him up onto his lap so the two were seated upright, fucking him deep and fast without tiring.
Itadori kept a tight hold on Fushiguro as he rolled his hips up into him, angling perfectly so he hit Fushiguro’s sweet spot with every thrust. He was sure his heart was going to beat right out of his chest on seeing how Fushiguro was reacting. It was better than his own pleasure, seeing how he was pulling this reaction from the other. Fushiguro’s head landed on his shoulder as Itadori thrusted deeper into him.
“Yuuji.” Fushiguro moaned into the crook of Itadori’s neck. The bed was squeaking a little beneath them but Itadori would happily sleep on the floor for the rest of his life after being granted a night like this. “You’re so- how’re you so… fuck…” His fingernails dug into Itadori’s back and his legs clamped a little tighter around Itadori’s waist, his breathing almost frantic as Itadori continued fucking into him.
“Megumi.” Itadori panted, nudging him slightly as to invite Fushiguro into another kiss. He’d never actually kissed someone this much in his life and he never wanted it to stop. He kissed Fushiguro preciously as he gently nibbled on his lip and swallowed every sound Fushiguro expelled. They set the pace together, fast, deep, and a little bit rough, but not so much so that Fushiguro got hurt. It was frantic and passionate, and everything Itadori wanted and more.
Every kiss had Itadori trying to express his affection for Fushiguro, trying to tell him he was glad to have him here, glad they were together, and desperately wanting to be close with him. And with the way Fushiguro was kissing him back, Itadori was convinced he was getting the message.
Fushiguro’s subtle moans were vulnerable and gentle, his body trembling in Itadori’s embrace. Fushiguro was clinging to him, one hand sliding into Itadoris hair as the other scratched down his back. Itadori wasn’t sure what he specifically liked about it, but it seemed to be everything.
“Megumi.” Itadori moaned. “Fuck, Megumi, I’m really fucking glad you’re here.” He trembled and held off a moan as his eyes flickered close, desperate to get the words out. “I like you.” He expressed, pressing his forehead against Fushiguro’s. “I like you a lot, Megumi.”
“Shut up.” Fushiguro mumbled. “Shut up and keep going.” He breathed as his nose bumped against Itadori’s clumsily, sweat beading down his forehead. “I obviously like you too, dumbass.” He panted. “So stop talking and finish what you started.” He hid his face in Itadori’s neck and kissed a line up to behind his ear to spur him on again.
Itadori grinned and chuckled lightly. “Awh, you like me, you soft ass.” He teased as his hip movements slowed.
“Shut up, I’m not that soft.”
“Oh really?”
“Yuuji!” Fushiguro snapped as he rolled his hips a little to remind Itadori what he was doing.
Itadori chuckled a little as he lifted Fushiguro a little and laid him back down. “Sorry, sorry.” He apologised with a smile.
Itadori slid back into him easily, and the moan Fushiguro let out was sweet and raw as his back once again arched up off the bed. After regaining his barings, Fushiguro pushed back to meet Itadori on every thrust, his eyes once again screwed shut as his chest rose and fell with his increased breath.
A weak tremor that rolled through Itadori that told him he was close. He didn’t want to seem like the touch starved virgin he was right now; he wanted Fushiguro to cum first. The sight was the filthiest thing Itadori had ever seen, and the way Fushiguro was coming undone beneath him meant Itadori had to use all his willpower to starve off his own orgasm.
As if by a stroke of dumb luck, Fushiguro finally muttered the single word that sent relief rushing through Itadori. “Close.” He murmured breathlessly. “I’m gonna-”
Itadori didn’t need a single word more as he wrapped his hand around Fushiguro cock, stroking it and pulling another pleasured cry from him.
“Shit, Yuuji!” Fushiguro called with pleasure as his back raised further off the bed and his fingers clawed deeper into Itadori’s back. Itadori used the moment to overwhelm Fushiguro’s senses, softly biting up his neck and nipping at his jaw and pushing Fushiguro closer to the edge.
Itadori struggled to split his focus between keeping Fushiguro’s pleasure this high, and keeping himself under control as the moans coming from the other drove him closer to his own release. Still, he held off, lost in the look on Fushiguro’s face and thinking that he could get used to this.
When Fushiguro finally came, his cry was silent. He clung to Itadori, definitely leaving claw marks on his back, as his whole body quivered and his mouth hung open throughout his silent moan of pleasure. His hips jerked up into Itadori’s grasp as he came across his own chest. The way he clenched and shuddered around Itadori, the sensation was too much for him to hold out anymore and he pressed his lips against Fushiguro’s in a deep kiss as he finally reached his own climax.
The sound that came from deep within him was filthy as he bucked his hips to bury himself deeper inside Fushiguro. He realised all too late that he didn’t wear a condom, and he should have pulled out instead of pushing further in, but Fushiguro was still kissing him back, and one of his hands was gently tickling through his hair with affection, the other soothing the scratches on his back. It wasn’t much, but the fact that Fushiguro was actually using some cursed energy to make them sting less was a gesture that made Itadori’s heart skip a beat.
“Megumi,” Itadori breathed as he rested his head in the crook of Fushiguro’s neck. “That was really fucking good.”
Fushiguro hummed as his hand continued to gently card through his hair. “There are condoms in that wash bag, you know.” He pointed out. “You coulda worn one.” He complained, still holding Itadori close, suggesting he couldn’t be that mad about it.
Itadori sat up as he caught his breath, Fushiguro leaning up on his elbows as he did. “Sorry.” Itadori apologised genuinely, and Fushiguro smiled softly.
Fushiguro nudged him a little with his foot. “Hell of a way to wake up, huh?” He smirked, and Itadori mirrored the look. “Shower with me?” Fushiguro requested and Itadori responded by bounding over to the bathroom, waiting at the door and watching Fushiguro’s movements.
He noticed a slight wince as Fushiguro sat up. “Are you alright?” Itadori asked, worried that he’d hurt Fushiguro. “Was I too rough?”
The concern in Itadori’s face made Fushiguro smile. “I’m fine.” He insisted. “It’s normal for a little ache afterwards, don’t worry.” He explained as he stood and made his way to Itadori, placing his hands on his hips and tugging him in closer. “It was good, Yuuji. Stop worrying.” He smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on Itadori’s cheek then heading into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in.
Itadori stepped in behind him, immediately running his hands up Fushiguro’s waist and kissing the back of his neck.
Fushiguro turned to face him, kissing him softly before turning him around and carefully washing his back as Itadori leaned back comfortably into the touch. “God, Megumi.” Itadori groaned, “That feels nice.” He exhaled softly as he spoke. Gently, Fushiguro's warm lips pressed down the back of his neck. Itadori closed his eyes as he cemented the sensation in his mind. This was it. This was the life that was worth living; the point he’d been fighting to reach since the moment Sukuna first joined with him over two years earlier. And he hadn’t even realised that this was what he had wanted until right at this point, with the simple intimacy of gentle hands on him and lips kissing him just because.
His mind was so clouded that he almost didn’t hear the knock on his bathroom door. It was only when a voice pierced through that Itadori even heard it. “Yuuji-kun!” Gojo called, sing-songingly. Itadori panicked a little, flushing as he felt Fushiguro smile against the back of his neck.
“Don’t let him know I’m in here with you.” Fusiguro whispered in his ear before nibbling and sucking on his neck as his hands massaged their way to Itadori’s chest.
“Are you in there?” Gojo asked, knocking on the door again.
“Y- yeah.” Itadori confirmed, his voice cracking slightly as Fushiguro pinched softly at his nipples.
“Perfect. I wanted to let you know the council's decision.” He said, his voice perky enough that Itadori had hope. “Can you come out here?”
Fushiguro shook his head before sucking at a spot on the back of Itadoris neck at the same time as squeezing his nipples just right. Itadori couldn’t hold back the groan that fell out of his mouth, clearing his throat as soon as he made the noise. “No.” Itadori said loudly. “No, it’s fine just-” He panted a little, trying to keep his composure. “Just tell me through the door.” He insisted.
Gojo wasn’t stupid. Itadori knew he’d know something was going on, he was just hoping he wouldn’t know exactly what as he kept his quickened breathing quiet. “Alright…” Gojo started. “They want to keep you under my observation during the remainder of your study, but as long as there’s no signs of Sukuna again, they’re content in letting you live.”
Itadori actually squealed when one of Fushiguro’s hands moved from his nipple to wrap around his slowly hardening dick. “That’s great, thanks sensei.” He breathed out as fast as he could, hoping his teacher would leave before Fusiguro made him cum again.
“Oh and Yuuji?” Gojo asked before leaving.
“Yeah?” Itadori asked, gritting his teeth to hold back his moans.
“Have you seen Megumi anywhere?” His tone was almost knowing; teasing almost.
Fushiguro sucked on his neck, his hand quickening as it rubbed up and down Itadori’s cock, pulling strained moans from the other. Itadori was pretty sure he was leaning back into Fushiguro enough that the latter was pretty much carrying his full weight. “No idea.” Itadori lied, his voice cracking again.
He heard Gojo hum. “Strange. He’s not in his room and his uniform is on the floor next to your bed.” Gojo observed, but Itadori was too immersed in his current feeling to feel embarrassed by being caught in a lie. Knocking on the door again, Gojo laughed a little. “Hope you kids are being safe!”
“Fuck off, Gojo.” Fushiguro bit finally, desperately wanting to get lost in the sounds Itadori was trying so hard to stifle.
He could sense Gojo’s smirk. “I’ll be back a little later. Make sure you’re both wearing pants.” He teased, and on hearing the door slide close, Fushiguro turned his attention back to Itadori.
“You can stop holding back now.” Fushiguro confirmed, his hand speeding up and Itadori arching his back more as he let out a deep moan.
“Megumi.” He groaned loudly. “Feels… so good…” Itadori panted and he could feel Fushiguro smile into the crook of his neck. “M’gonna…” He started, unable to keep his breath.
“Then do it.” Fushiguro urged. Itadori didn’t need much more coaxing before he was cumming in ropes up his own chest, the water of the shower rinsing it away instantly.
Slowly, they came down together, washing themselves and each other before finally getting out of the shower and both of them pulling on some of Itadori’s clothes as he bundled up both of their clothes from the previous day and dumped them in his laundry basket.
The pair spent the remainder of their day sitting on the floor at the end of Itadori’s bed, curled up together as they watched shitty movies that Fushiguro was too sheltered as a child to have ever watched.
It was nice, Itadori thought. And this was definitely something he could get used to. Knowing he’d get to live the rest of his life, and that he’d get to live it with Fushiguro was exactly how Itadori would describe perfection.