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Their battle was brutal and devastating. Truly a battle of the ages. Both had become battered and bloody. In the end, Sukuna still had enough strength to pin Gojo on top of the rubble.
Gojo thrashed under Sukuna’s grip, but all four arms held him down in his weakened state.
Sukuna looked down at him, considering. He was planning on killing him, but seeing him now, there is something very appealing having the insufferable six eyes at his mercy.
“Do you like what you see?”
Sukuna looked back up at Gojo’s face. Even while constrained by the strongest opponent he has ever faced, he still wears his signature grin.
Sukuna smirks down at him.
“Yeah. I do.”
The next moment was a blur for Gojo. His clothes were torn off completely by Sukuna’s sharp nails, leaving scratches on his pale skin.
Sukuna takes a moment to leer at Gojo. His body is flawlessly beautiful, like a statue cut from marble.
“Ngh-“
Gojo groaned when one of Sukuna’s hands wrapped around his neck. Squeezing so tightly it would surely bruise.
Sukuna enjoyed watching him struggle. When Gojo was moments from passing out, he removed his hand.
As Gojo coughed and gasped for air, Sukuna noticed the bruises and scratches were gone, which meant Gojo still had enough cursed energy to heal himself.
This gave Sukuna a sinister idea.
Gojo would not let himself die. He could have all the fun he desires.
Sukuna takes both of his sharp thumb nails and pierces them into Gojo’s precious eyes.
Gojo wails, arching his back in an attempt to escape Sukuna’s torment.
Sukuna scoops out both of the six eyes. Keeping one hooked on each thumb.
He waits for Gojo to regain his vision before he consumes them.
“Hah, I knew you would be into some sick shit.”
Gojo’s voice is raspy but tinted with incredulity and amusement.
He won’t break easily. Good. It’s no fun when they do.
Sukuna decidedly moves down to Gojo’s chest. Sucking on his right nipple, rolling the other one with his nails.
“Fuck!”
Gojo cried out. Sukuna had torn off his nipple with his teeth. Blood began running down Gojo’s chest. Sukuna gladly laps it up.
Gojo heals his chest. Although Sukuna could have fun continuing to mutilate Gojo’s nipples, he’d prefer to get to the main event.
Sukuna reaches into his pants to pull himself free. Gojo notices his predicament has gotten far worse.
“Oh my god, of course you have two.”
Gojo laughs in disbelief. He tries to make a last ditch effort to get away, but is unsuccessful in Sukuna’s ruthlessly strong grip.
Sukuna grips Gojo’s legs and spreads them wide. He smiles devilishly at Gojo before thrusting both to the hilt in one go.
Gojo screams in agony. He has never experienced this kind of pain. Even the wounds he sustained from his battle with Toji did not hurt this bad. He feels like he’s being split in half. Healing himself does nothing to stop the pain in every excruciating thrust. Black spots begin to cloud his vision.
Sukuna slaps him across the face.
“Are you not having fun?”
Gojo did not even hear his question. Still too focused on not dying from internal damage.
Sukuna angles his hips up, grinding into Gojo’s prostate.
“Ah!”
The look on Gojo’s face is a mix between pain and pleasure. Sukuna decides he likes that face very much.
Sukuna continues his assault on Gojo’s prostate. The intensity of his thrusts driving Gojo further into the rubble.
Sukuna notices tears welling up in Gojo’s eyes. He wants them to fall.
Sukuna grabs Gojo’s dick and begins pumping him with intent.
Gojo’s breathing quickens and his legs shake. Sukuna knows he’s close.
“Come for me little sorcerer.”
Gojo cries out, arching his back and curling his toes. Shooting semen over his chest. Sukuna continues his thrusts, prolonging Gojo’s pleasure.
As Sukuna watches Gojo unravel, he is suddenly overcome with desire. He collects himself just as quickly.
Sukuna licks up the semen on Gojo’s heaving chest. He taste good. Everything about this man is frustratingly perfect.
Sukuna gives him no time for reprieve, thrusting into Gojo’s oversensitive body.
Gojo whimpers, trying to close his legs. Sukuna’s thrusts are brutal in their intensity and he watches with glee as Gojo’s tears finally fall. He laps a few of them up. Loving the salty taste of Gojo’s misery.
Sukuna feels himself getting close. He bears down on Gojo, thrusting even deeper. Gojo gasps in pain and forced pleasure, but Sukuna is too busy chasing his high to care anymore.
After three more thrusts into Gojo’s unwilling body, he spills deep inside of him. Gojo whimpers, coming a second time.
They lay there for a brief moment and after catching his breath, Sukuna glances down at Gojo’s face. His tears are drying and his eyes are unfocused.
“Is that all it takes to break the strongest sorcerer?” Sukuna mocks.
Gojo’s eyes immediately focus back on him. He smiles up at him with a surprising amount of confidence after the preceding events.
“Is that all you got?” Gojo taunts.
Sukuna grins at Gojo, bearing his canines. He leans down to whisper in Gojo’s ear.
“It seems you still don’t know your place.”
He sinks his teeth in Gojo’s shoulder. Gojo grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut, already knowing what Sukuna will ask next.
“Shall we continue?”