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If there’s one topic that Satoru knows a lot about, excluding jujutsu and all which that entails, then it’s Geto Suguru.
It’s not necessarily because he’s always been paying a lot of attention to him, although he’s definitely been doing that, too; it’s more of a gut sensation, as if there’s a part of him that unconsciously catches onto what Suguru would be interested in, or how he’d react to something. He doesn’t even have to think about it, it just happens — it’s just so blatantly obvious to him whether Suguru would find something funny, or enjoyable, or disgusting, or ridiculous, so he doesn’t even need to ask him about his opinion most of the time.
And it sure is handy, because his husband isn’t necessarily always upfront about what he wants, and he’s annoyingly good at camouflaging his true feelings at times. That’s probably why Satoru simply lets his instincts decide for him at this point, instead of listening to the words spilling out of Suguru’s mouth.
It’s why, although he remembers Suguru going “we’re not gonna do that” the last time he asked, and “Satoru, go back to sleep” the time before that, he knows that Suguru is gonna be into his idea. He’s just being difficult by making Satoru work for it, because it’s apparently not a good thing to spoil his husband by indulging all of his whims, even though Satoru would argue that’s one of the main reasons for getting married in the first place.
And although Suguru has scolded him for taking things for granted before, it’s different this time. Satoru knows how to read him now, knows how to predict his opinion on something.
It has worked out for him plenty of times before, after all — it’s why he knows that while Suguru isn’t particularly fond of sweets, he does tend to like them when Satoru feeds them to him.
They can be relaxing on the couch, Satoru with a gaming console in his lap while Suguru plays with his hair and watches something on the TV, absentmindedly talking as they each do their own thing. Satoru usually has a bag of candy next to him, or a neatly wrapped box of expensive confectionery, or a container with still steaming taiyaki if he has bothered heading into town — point is, he usually has some sort of snacks by his side, which he usually eats while focusing on his game.
Suguru never asks him to share, and he doesn’t tend to look particularly interested in the treats either. Yet, if Satoru takes a mochi between two fingers and gently nudges it against Suguru’s lips, he always glances down at him and opens his mouth with a very indulgent look on his face. He doesn’t eat the entire thing, instead settling for a small bite, holding Satoru’s gaze the entire time as he chews, swallows, then bends down and kisses him sweetly.
“How generous,” he’ll usually murmur, brushing their tongues together and tasting just as lush as the mochi he just ate.
It was the same thing when Satoru gifted him these custom-made hair-ties he’d ordered, all of them colourful and embellished with a variety of cutesy, frivolous charms. Suguru usually wears his hair half up and half down, so instead of those boring, black ties that he always carries around, Satoru thought it’d be nice with something a bit more fun and personal. Hence the reason why some of the charms were designed as ice creams or ramen bowls, while others wore the shape of a black and a white cat intertwined, or two betta fish swimming, or simply a black and a white heart.
A few of them even had Satoru’s name carved into them, because hey, what if Suguru went on a mission without him and something happened to him? Having Satoru’s name easily accessible would make it a whole lot easier to figure out who to contact afterwards!
And sure, Suguru hadn’t seemed horribly impressed by that logic, and neither did he end up using the hair-ties a whole lot, but it doesn’t change the fact that Satoru still found all of them hidden in one of the drawers in their bedroom, tucked underneath some old shirts. He even spotted Suguru wearing the one with the intertwined cats around his wrist once, and when prodded upon, he’d only gotten told to mind his own business.
Satoru also happens to know, extremely well even, what turns Suguru on. It usually doesn’t take more than a gentle touch or a few strokes for either of them to get in the mood, but it’s different when Suguru gets really turned on.
When he goes all quiet and focused, staring at Satoru with half-lidded eyes, seemingly unable to look away from him. There’s this heat to his stare in those moments, almost smouldering in its intensity, and it always leaves Satoru’s legs a little weak, because he knows what it means. He knows that as soon as they’re by themselves, Suguru will have him pushed up against a wall or face down in their bed, or folded on top of his desk, or even with his legs spread on top of one of Suguru’s larger curses. It doesn’t matter when or where, all that matters is that Suguru gets his hands on him as soon as he’s able to, touching Satoru with a sort of urgency that makes his blood boil hot, because it’s all so deliciously frantic and needy.
Having Suguru, the Geto Suguru, who’s always so calm and in control, suddenly desperate to touch Satoru’s legs, to kiss his neck, to get inside of him — well, of course Satoru had to figure out what sorta things make Suguru snap like that.
Being a good teacher is one of them, for sure.
When Satoru gets too engrossed while teaching their students something, so he forgets about the time and doesn’t notice it’s getting late until Suguru drops by to pick him up. Never mind apologising to Suguru for his tardiness — the only thing he has to apologise for is for not getting undressed quickly enough, apparently, because instead of scolding him for not paying attention to the time, Suguru always ends up tugging him away to the closest storage room while murmuring wicked things about what a diligent teacher Satoru is, and how good he is with their students.
Suguru also likes it when he acts a little sweet, as long as he doesn’t overdo it.
He learned that the hard way, having gotten too encouraged by how sweetly Suguru fucked him after he woke up from a nap, drowsy and sleep-addled. It seemed like the sight of a warm, tired Satoru in one of Suguru’s large shirts, with mussed up hair and pink cheeks, had been enough to make Suguru cancel their evening plans in favour of slipping between Satoru’s thighs and take him apart for hours.
Turns out, Suguru doesn’t like it as much when Satoru tries the same thing at school. Apparently, there’s something about undressing into nothing but his boxers and a shirt during a thirty minute lunch break that doesn’t get Suguru’s blood flowing — especially with Yuji stopping by his office, getting welcomed by sight of Satoru half-naked and curled up on Suguru’s desk, consequently leaving him so flabbergasted that he couldn’t look either of them in the eyes for the rest of the week.
Suffice to say, Satoru didn’t even get a fucking kiss.
A hint of cuteness always works well, though, like when Satoru makes his eyes nice and wide, and looks up at Suguru with just the faintest pout to his lips. Or when he wears an apron and cooks them breakfast, though that might also just be because he wears nothing underneath it.
In fact, Suguru also seems to have a thing for when Satoru wears nothing but a t-shirt. Or nothing but a sweater. Or nothing except for a pair of slim-fitting sweatpants, which not only shows off his muscular build, but also the fact that he’s not wearing any boxers underneath.
Come to think of it, it’s almost like Suguru has a thing for Satoru in general, regardless of his behaviour or the outfits he wears. What a happy coincidence.
And that is why it’s gonna be a piece of cake for him to coax Suguru into this idea, too.
Because even if he kicks up a fuss about it, Satoru knows that he’s gonna be into it, he knows that Suguru has been thinking about it as well. He’s probably just waiting for Satoru to bring it up again so he can make him beg for it.
Satoru’s not gonna do that, though. He’s even feeling pretty laidback about all of this, sauntering down the hallway with a lazy smile on his face that’s part confidence and part excitement, because he’s got a plan.
“So,” he says, walking into Suguru’s office without knocking, then steps over to perch on top of his desk.
They used to have the same office, but after a few too many instances of locked doors and muffled sounds inside, Yaga forced them to split. Sure, their offices may be side by side, but Satoru’s still a little petty about it.
“Mm?” Suguru hums, eyes set on the documents in front of him.
It’s just before summer, so they’ve had a few quizzes recently to see if there’s anything the students need a refresher on before the break. Satoru’s pretty pleased to see that most of them happen to know a thing or two about jujutsu sorcery by now.
“I’ve been doing some thinking, Suguru. With the latest quiz, it’s easy to see that our bunch is doing a lot better than those pinheads over in Kyoto,” Satoru waves a hand, as if this is common knowledge. It sort of is, really. “But it’s still hard to tell how good they are.”
Pausing his writing, Suguru glances up. There’s just a hint of a curve to his lips as he arches an eyebrow. “Didn’t you spend a few hours yesterday bragging to Utahime about the god-given talents of our students? How they’re the best of the best, the cream of the crop?”
“Well, yes. Duh.” Satoru flaps his hand again. “Given who their teachers are, then yeah. But still — considering that our only basis of comparison is the Kyoto branch, it’s difficult to say how smart our kids truly are. It’s like comparing Wingdramon to Diatrymon.”
“It’s impressive how you call them geniuses in one sentence, to then doubt their intelligence in the next one.” Suguru sighs, putting his pencil down. “I assume you’ve already figured out a way to measure their level of competence too, then? If you’ve spent some time thinking.”
“Why, of course Geto-sensei,” Satoru croons, and Suguru’s other brow rises in warning. “I wouldn’t come disturb you unless I had a really good reason for it.”
“It’s the fifth time you’ve come by in twenty minutes.” Suguru briefly stretches his arms, then gets up from his chair. Rounding the corner of his desk, he easily slips between Satoru’s legs, resting both of his hands on his thighs as he softly says, “What’s up, Satoru?”
A satisfied grin spreads across Satoru’s face as he tilts his head, leaning back against his palms. “Well, I was thinking. The most capable students the school has had was us, right?”
“Sure.”
Neither of them bother to act coy about it. Although the school currently has some very promising sorcerers, it’s hard to compete with a class that consisted of Satoru, Suguru and Shoko.
“And usually, it’d be difficult for us to compare our skills back then with the current batch.”
Suguru huffs. “You’re talking about them like they’re objects. But yes, I agree.”
“Except—“ trying to build up the suspense, Satoru lifts a finger and wiggles it at Suguru. Behind his blindfold, his eyes are sparkling. “Except there’s one way.”
It looks like Suguru’s debating between forcing Satoru to spit it out, or to allow him to take his time. For once, the latter wins.
“…Yes?” Suguru prompts, both entertained and unimpressed at the same time.
Satoru’s smile widens. “You see, Suguru, I happened to think about that curse we stumbled upon a few months ago. And I wouldn’t be the great sensei that I am, if I didn’t consider every option there is to make sure that our students are getting the best possible guidance, right?”
They both know that he’s spouting bullshit. It’s evident in the twitch of Suguru’s brow, along with the silence spreading between them.
“…You want me to turn back into my 18 year old self so you can compare my skills to those of our students?” His tone is dry, yet still somewhat amused.
“Ding-ding, you got it!” Licking his lips, Satoru pushes off his palms to lean closer to Suguru, curling a lock of his hair around a finger. “It would all be for research purposes, of course. I could make him— well, you, complete the same quiz as our kids.”
“Mhm. Is there a reason why you want me to turn, instead of you doing it again? You’ve already done it once, after all.” Suguru’s eyes are glittering. “Or are you worried that you’ll end up crying again?”
“Oi!” Eyebrows furrowing, Satoru ends up yanking on the strands he’s playing with. “I thought I’d never see you again!” Another tug. “Don’t make fun of me for getting in touch with my feelings!”
Suguru hisses and pulls his hair out of Satoru’s hold, before he reaches over and gently cups his jaw.
“I’m not making fun of you,” he says, voice soft and gentle. Then, his lips curl. “I just want you to be upfront about wishing to fuck my younger self.”
Huffing and puffing, Satoru glances away, though he allows Suguru to keep his palm against his cheek. “I told you, it’s for educational purposes.”
“Sure. Then why are you here, instead of in the class you currently have for—“ Suguru checks the clock on the wall, then smirks. “—another 40 minutes?”
Feeling his ears burn, Satoru doesn’t reply for a moment. Eventually, he looks back towards Suguru, taking in the shape of his cursed energy through his blindfold. “…I wanted to hang out with you.”
“It hasn’t even been an hour since we ate lunch together,” Suguru says, still smiling affectionately. He brushes a thumb over Satoru’s cheek, nudging the corner of his mouth. “Something else bothering you?”
“Nobara replayed those voice messages from when I was cursed.” Satoru turns his head, pressing a kiss to Suguru’s finger. “It made me think about our student days.”
“So you got bullied out of your own classroom, and then you got horny thinking about my 18 year old self?”
“…Suguru should be a little kinder to his husband,” Satoru mutters, yet obediently leans forward when Suguru tugs him into a kiss.
“Suguru is always kind to his husband,” Suguru replies, then sighs and leans back. “Alright. First of all, go back to your class. Don’t let somebody half your age bully you around.” He snorts. “You managed to deal with Nobara perfectly fine when you were cursed.”
“Don’t act like she doesn’t bully you around too,” Satoru quips, eyes narrowing. “Didn’t you start giving the kids rides on your curses after that entire black dog/white dog comparison?”
Suguru easily ignores him.
“You have another class afterwards, with the third years. Don’t ditch them either, got it?” His lips twitch. “At least Yuta’s there to have your back.”
“Tch. You don’t have to tell me to show up to my own classes. I’m the teacher.”
“Then act like one,” Suguru coos, pressing another kiss to Satoru’s mouth. “And afterwards…”
Suguru’s voice trails off as he lifts a hand, gently tugging on Satoru’s blindfold. His smile widens when one sparkly blue eye shows, allowing Satoru to take in the teasing expression on Suguru’s face.
“Afterwards, I’ll show you just how capable of a student I was back then.”
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Satoru ends up being present for the rest of his classes, because he’s a damn good sensei after all. Sure, he may be somewhat distracted, which ends up with him being a little too slapdash with his technique during a sparring session with Yuta, accidentally sending him across the training grounds and into a tree. Luckily Rika’s there to pick him up, but she does hiss at him for a while afterwards.
Still, the students are pleased with the session, and he’s pleased that they’re pleased, because that means that Suguru’s gonna be pleased, too. And a pleased Suguru is really good, because he always fucks Satoru the best.
Regardless, his husband is nowhere to be found when Satoru steps back into his office. The room is filled with enough of Suguru’s cursed energy that Satoru didn’t really think about it before heading there, so it takes him a few seconds before he realises that Suguru isn’t at the school at all.
Satowu | today at 16:28
suguruuuuuuuuuuuuu
where did u go?
why did u leave me
suguruuuuuu
u r gonna make me cry again
Suguwu 💍 | today at 16:30
You big baby
I’m dropping off some things for the girls. Stay put, I’ll be right back
Satowu | today at 16:31
fiiiiiineeeee
Suguwu 💍 | today at 16:32
Good boy
Satowu | today at 16:33
heh
now im hard
🍆
Suguwu 💍 | today at 16:35
Like I said, good boy
Satoru entertains himself for a while by snooping around in Suguru’s drawers. He already knows what’s in them, including the almost empty bottle of lube and a few of those flashy hair-ties that Suguru supposedly doesn’t like, and briefly flicks through a few notebooks. There’s even a couple plastic-wrapped lollipops lying there, so he picks one up and pops it into his mouth.
Satoru then spends the rest of the time playing CandyCrush on his phone, lying with his back against Suguru’s desk and his feet kicking in the air, sucking on the candy. It’s how he spends a lot of his time after school, really, waiting for Suguru to finish up before they head home together.
When a vast amount of very familiar cursed energy approaches the school and lands right outside the building, Satoru doesn’t even react. He just keeps playing, patiently waiting while Suguru walks back inside and pushes the door open.
“There,” he says, strolling over to press a kiss to Satoru’s forehead. “The children have been checked on and fed. Nobody will drop by tonight.”
“S’usually not a problem though, s’it?” Slurring around the lollipop, Satoru throws a glance up at Suguru before focusing on his game again. “If th’y hear som’thing, they usually jus’ leave.”
“Mmm. I wasn’t talking about the apartment.” Suguru rests a hand against the desk as he looks down at Satoru, his eyes crinkled. “I thought you’d like to have this building to yourself, too. I told Ijichi to stay away.”
Satoru blinks, CandyCrush immediately forgotten as he looks back up. “H’oh?”
“Mhm. You were gonna test my skills, right?” Suguru grins. “Knock yourself out. You kept making jokes about me liking student/teacher play when you were cursed, but I bet you’d be into that too, huh?”
Instead of immediately replying, Satoru just holds Suguru’s gaze for a while. “…May’e.”
Huffing out a laugh, Suguru gently tugs the lollipop out of Satoru’s mouth. “Then go get ready, if there are things you wanna prepare before we send me back to the past.”
He then pops the lollipop into his own mouth and walks out of the office, giving Satoru the smallest wave behind him, as if this is just another ordinary day at work for them.
🍊
Turns out, there’s not a whole lot to prepare.
It’s not like Satoru genuinely has something he wants to quiz the 18 year old Suguru on, he mostly just wants to meet him again. To get a reminder of what Suguru was like back then, how polite he used to be — at least according to his memory — and perhaps what it’d be like to kiss him.
Satoru spends about five minutes checking himself in the mirror, making sure that he doesn’t have anything in this teeth, that his hair isn’t tangled, that he’s just as handsome as the old lady at the nearby konbini always tells him that he is.
“Do I go with the blindfold or without?” he mulls, giving the inky fabric a tug.
Suguru looks over at him, arms crossed where he’s leaning against the doorframe. “With. Makes it more impactful when you remove it.”
Grinning, Satoru shoots him a look. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Pushing himself away from the wall, Suguru walks over to him and nudges his hand away. As he starts adjusting Satoru’s blindfold himself, he adds, “When you’ve got eyes as pretty as yours, you should try to milk them for what they’re worth.”
“Heh.” Satoru purrs, leaning closer to Suguru. “You think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re very pretty. Very handsome, too.”
Satoru’s cheeks turn pink. “Suguruuu. No need to butter me up, I promise I won’t leave you for your younger self.”
“Not too worried about that,” Suguru says airily. “He’s not as good at fucking you as I am. And you are very demanding.”
“Pff. How competitive.” Satoru leans into another kiss, then angles his head curiously. “Anything I should be mindful of, by the way? Any pervy fantasies you had back then that you wanna fulfil?”
Suguru snorts. “I was a teenager. You could breathe and I’d get hard.”
Intrigued, Satoru presses a little closer. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Trust me, just seeing you like this…” Suguru takes a step back, letting his gaze drag appreciatively over Satoru’s body. It lingers especially on his waist, slender and strong underneath his uniform. “…Mm. Yeah, that’s enough.”
Feeling his stomach grow a little warm from the intensity of Suguru’s gaze, Satoru puts on a lazy smile and adjusts his stance, showing off even more for his husband. “Alright. I’ll just have my fun, then.”
“And confirm that my younger self is more talented than our current students.”
Satoru grins. “And that. Hey, isn’t that also very competitive of you?”
“Is it?” Suguru says breezily. “I just think of it as common knowledge. Anyways—“ he wraps an arm around Satoru’s midriff, pulling him into one final deep, warm kiss. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Satoru says, anticipation already thrumming through his veins.
He’s been spending a lot more time thinking about this than Suguru is probably aware of. Ever since he got a trip back to his 18 year old self, refreshing all of those thoughts and feelings he had back then, he’s been sorta hung up on it. Well, that, and also how excited it made him to find out that Suguru had wanted him just as badly back then as Satoru had wanted him.
And it’s not like he can turn back time and make them get together quicker now, but — well, it’s sorta like they can turn back time. At least Satoru’s gonna get to revive his memories of teenage Suguru, which is a bonus in itself. If he gets to be Suguru’s first kiss again, then that’s perfectly fine, too.
A flash of cursed energy materialises next to them, as Suguru opens his hand and starts summoning the mandarin tree curse. With a twist of his wrist, it slips to the ground, and with another flick, it starts growing, rising into something big and tall and— ah.
It turns into a mandarin orange tree.
“How fitting,” Satoru murmurs, curiously inspecting it.
The entire creature is bursting with cursed energy, making it very easy to see its shape through his blindfold. There are even oranges hanging from its branches, fat and plump.
“Indeed.” Looking at the tree, Suguru then stretches out an arm and picks a nice, fresh mandarin off of it. After rolling it inside his palms for a moment, he starts peeling it at a leisurely pace. “I’ve adjusted the curse’s technique, so the effect of it should only last for six hours or so. If you need me to turn back quicker, you could try to tell me something similar to what I said to you when you were cursed. That should work, too.”
“What, telling you to come back to me?” Satoru can’t picture himself getting tired of the 18 year old Suguru even after a year with him, let alone six hours, but he doesn’t bother to point it out. Suguru’s probably already well aware. “I can do that.”
“Good.” Shooting Satoru a final smirk, his expression very amused and just a little bit fond, Suguru takes a piece of the orange and lifts it to his lips. “Have fun, Satoru.”
He then chews it, swallows, and calmly puts the rest of the orange down on the desk next to him.
They’re in one of the classrooms, the one that they had most of their classes in when they were younger. The plan was to be someplace that Suguru was already familiar with instead of immediately introducing him to the apartment, in hopes that it’d be more comforting to him than to suddenly be somewhere new.
Satoru is just about to ask how long the transformation will take, when it happens.
Suguru’s body starts shifting strangely, almost in an ebb and flow as the shape of it adjusts, growing slimmer and a bit shorter, a little less broad and muscled.
It’s weird to look at, and it happens quickly enough that there’s only a few seconds from the taller, relaxed Suguru stood there, to there’s suddenly a younger, less settled Suguru in his place.
“What—“ he says, eyes widening as he looks around himself, then whips his head towards Satoru.
Satoru can’t help himself, because the moment he sees Suguru, he fucking coos.
Now that’s the teenage Suguru, that’s for sure. All neatly done hair, nothing but his bangs escaping the bun he’s donning, and a youthful complexion with just a tad darker shadows underneath his eyes. He’s wearing the same uniform as he did back then, leaving Satoru somewhat impressed with the curse’s thoroughness, and his fingers are just as long and strong as he remembered them, now curling into a fist as Suguru begins summoning a—
“Ah, Suguru!” Satoru says, an easy smile slipping onto his face as he waves a hand. “Let’s not fight, eh? You’re gonna make Yaga scold me if the classroom gets trashed again.”
“Who are you?” Suguru snaps, eyebrows furrowing as he stares at Satoru with an entertaining mix of distrust and awe. It’s as if he knows that he shouldn’t look away from Satoru, considering that he’s a potential threat and all, but also like he doesn’t want to for some reason — it’s oddly flattering.
“You wound me,” Satoru sighs, pressing a hand to his chest as he deflates a little. “Gojo Satoru. Does the name ring a bell?”
“Yes, of course, but—“ still not taking his gaze off him, Suguru gestures to around them. “Where am I? Why am I here?”
“Jujutsu Tech, of course. You know that. And for why…” he tilts his head a little, shooting Suguru an innocent look. “Me and Suguru — the older one — were testing out a curse that allows us to turn back into our younger selves. Nothing malicious, I swear.”
It doesn’t look like Suguru entirely believes him, so Satoru lets out another sigh. “I mean, you recognise my cursed energy, right? So you know it’s me.”
“It could still be a trick,” Suguru says, a little less wary as he takes in Satoru. “Why are you wearing a blindfold?”
Satoru shrugs. “It’s easier on the eyes than the glasses.”
“Take it off. So I know it’s actually you.” Suguru’s voice is firm as he speaks, and Satoru feels somewhat proud of how cautious he’s being. After all, he trusted Suguru the moment he met him when he turned back into his 18 year old self.
...Perhaps he should be a bit less reckless about those sorts of things.
“How demanding, Suguru-kun,” Satoru teases, yet indulges the request with a grin as he lifts a hand and tugs the blindfold off. Twirling it around one finger, he flutters his lashes and sends Suguru a sweet smile. “Happy?”
And oh, if Suguru’s reaction isn’t the most wonderful thing — his eyes go a hint wider, almost in disbelief, as he stares at Satoru like he’s struggling to believe what he’s seeing. What a charmer.
“Y-yes,” Suguru stutters, still watching him intently. “It’s… actually you, Satoru.”
“The one and only,” Satoru confirms, smiling proudly. “So none of that curse-summoning, got it? Especially if you plan on making a mess.”
“Ah— yes, of course not.” Obedient and so, so good, Suguru waves away the curse he halfway summoned.
He takes a step closer, then pauses and looks around himself again, still keeping his body turned towards Satoru. “Why are we here?”
“Why wouldn’t we be? This is where we teach, after all.”
“We—“ Suguru pauses, then snorts. “You’re not a teacher.”
“Oi.” Clicking his tongue, Satoru takes a step closer. “Does it look like I’m joking?”
He’s not annoyed about it in the slightest — mostly, he just wants to see how Suguru reacts to being corrected by Satoru. And he ends up being really happy that he did, because he can see it as Suguru stands a little straighter, looking back at Satoru with big eyes. “You are?”
“Yeah!” Satoru grins. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“But you don’t like dealing with kids… right?” Suguru’s eyebrows lower as he rubs his chin, looking somewhat confused. “You don’t even want to deal with those in the years below us.”
Satoru’s smile softens a little. “I guess I didn’t like it back then, but things change. It’s kinda nice, actually. Helping raise a new generation of strong sorcerers.” His eyes twinkle. “And it’s not like I’m doing it by myself. You’re here, so we’re able to shit-talk them together if someone’s being really annoying.”
“That… does sound more like the Satoru I’m used to.” Suguru still looks a little wary, but his shoulders aren’t as tense anymore. “So you and… we were just messing around with a curse? That’s why I’m here?”
“Pretty much, yes.”
“And I’m— I’m the older Suguru?”
Satoru nods. “Yeah. Well, you’re you, but he’s right there—“ taking a step forward, Satoru gently pokes a finger against Suguru’s chest, “—inside you.”
Glancing down at Satoru’s hand, Suguru suddenly freezes. “Wait.”
He then looks up, with eyes so wide and stunned that Satoru can see just how pretty and honey-brown they are. “You’re married?”
Not only does he look shocked, but also surprisingly mad — as if he is just as angry as he is surprised by this discovery, because regardless of how smart Suguru actually is, he’s apparently too dumb to realise that he’s the one who married the guy standing in front of him.
“Ah.” Looking down at the plain, simple wedding band around his finger, Satoru nods. “Yeah.”
“To who?”
Satoru feels his lips twitch. How classy to get jealous of yourself, Suguru.
“Who do you think?”
“I— I don’t— is it someone I know?” Suguru looks almost panicked at this point, and it’s with a jolt that Satoru remembers how this version of Suguru is just as in love with him, as his younger self was with Suguru. He just doesn’t know that Satoru wants him equally as bad.
“It is,” Satoru settles on, amusement in his tone.
“Who?”
Satoru makes a cheery sound. “Ehh, it’s boring if I just tell you! C’mon, take a guess.”
“It’s— it’s not Nanami, right?” Suguru’s eyebrows furrow. “Or Shoko?”
“Pff.” Satoru snorts, waving a hand. “No, no. Neither of those.”
“Haibara? Utahime? Mei Mei?” The panic in Suguru’s voice grows as Satoru keeps shaking his head. “Ijichi?!”
“Man, you’re bad at guessing,” Satoru says, something almost pitiful in his tone. “No, those are all wrong. Here, I’ll introduce you.”
He turns around and walks over to the windows. It’s already dark outside, making their reflections shine back at them.
“…Huh?” Suguru blinks. “They’re outside?”
Satoru sighs. “You’re lucky you’re so good-looking. No, he’s—“ he taps a finger against the glass in front of Suguru’s face, reflecting the dejected expression on his face, “—there.”
Frowning, Suguru squints as he stares out of the window. Naturally, there’s nobody outside to spot, so he ends up doing it for quite some time. Then, finally—
“Oh.” Suguru’s mouth pops open. “Oh— Satoru, you… wait, we—“
He flicks his head towards Satoru, who’s casually leaning against the window next to him and grinning right back at Suguru. “Yeah. Though I’m starting to second-guess it now, with how slow you are.” Lifting a hand, he gently knocks it against the side of Suguru’s head. “Anybody in there?”
“Shut up,” Suguru murmurs, cheeks a pretty red as he allows Satoru to give his earlobe a teasing tug. “I just— I didn’t know that you…” He averts his gaze, and Satoru holds back the urge to coo at him again. “…I didn’t know that you liked me, too.”
“Yeah,” Satoru grins. “I like you a whole lot.” He leans a little closer, voice soft as he breathes into Suguru’s ear, “In fact, I even happen to love you.”
Suguru’s cheeks flush even harder, and Satoru feels like he’s in heaven. Not only is Suguru just as handsome as he remembered, but he’s so polite, and sweet, and so very cute. The adult Suguru would have him bent over the nearest table already, cooing over how much he loves Satoru in return while fucking him silly, while this Suguru just blushes all over.
What a dream of a student.
“…Are you sure this isn’t some trick?” Suguru asks, glancing over at Satoru from the corner of his eye.
“Completely sure,” Satoru says, trying to sound reassuring; it’s just a bit difficult with how hard he’s currently smiling. “I just wanted to meet you again. It’s been ten years since the last time I got to see you like this.”
Suguru blinks, turning his face towards Satoru as he lets his gaze drop down to his legs, slowly climbing upwards. “You’re— 28?”
“Yep.”
“Huh.” As his eyes linger on Satoru’s thighs, Suguru seems both confused and mildly dazed at the same time. Probably conflicted between wanting to get a hold of the situation, while also being very, very distracted by the sight of Satoru.
Good.
And as he remembers Suguru’s mention of how it would take very little to get him excited back then, Satoru casually pushes himself away from the window and walks towards the closest desk.
“What, do I look older?” he asks, leisurely starting to unzip his jacket.
He’s well aware of how snug the black t-shirt he wears underneath is, clinging to his torso like it was painted on. It shows off his muscles really nicely, along with that slim waist of his and his well-built chest. Sure, the older Suguru may still have the fattest ass out of the two of them, but at least he’s not as flat as he was as a teen.
Dropping his jacket on top of the table, Satoru shoots Suguru a glance over his shoulder. “Oi. You better not be silent because you agree.”
Suguru stays silent for a moment longer, his stare glued to Satoru’s waistline. “…No. No, you… you don’t look older.”
“Oh?” Turning to the side, Satoru crosses his arms and lazily perches a hip against the desk. He grins at Suguru. “Younger, then?”
Once again, Suguru doesn’t immediately respond. He’s still staring at Satoru like he can’t really believe what he’s seeing, but now with a lot more focus than disbelief. His eyes are dark and narrowed, and although there’s still a pretty flush dusting his cheeks, Suguru manages to look noticeably more decisive than he did a few minutes ago.
“…No,” he settles on. “28 fits.”
Satoru smirks. “I would believe that more if you weren’t ogling my hips. My eyes are up here, ya know.”
Suguru stiffens, slowly letting his gaze continue to travel up Satoru’s body, before it settles on his face.
“I wasn’t ogling,” he half-heartedly protests, but it doesn’t even seem like he believes his own words.
Satoru waves a hand. “Eh, I don’t mind.” His smile drops into something a bit more sly, eyes sparkling with mischief. “As a matter of fact… I like it when you’re watching me.”
Now, that gets Suguru’s attention. He freezes, staring at Satoru with an almost impressive sort of intensity, before he suddenly starts moving.
“I’m— I’ll be right back,” he says, walking a bit stiffly as he makes for the classroom door.
“Oh?” Satoru croons, keeping his voice low. “Is Suguru-kun leaving me?”
Pausing right before the door, Suguru seems inclined to simply walk through it. “Satoru.”
“Suguruuu,” Satoru sings, smiling cheerily as he walks over to his husband. “What’s the rush?”
Suguru doesn’t reply. One of his hands is still resting against the door, as if he’s deliberating whether it’d be worth it to just walk away from the situation.
“As far as I know, there’s nobody else around,” Satoru continues, pausing when he’s right behind Suguru. He moves his head forward, dipping his chin until it’s resting on top of Suguru’s shoulder. “So unless you have another Satoru from the future to meet up with, where are you running off to?”
A shudder runs through Suguru’s body, and Satoru almost beams with delight.
Seems like the older Suguru wasn’t wrong, then. It really does take nothing to rile him up.
“I— need some fresh air,” Suguru says through his teeth, as stiff as a board.
Satoru hums. “In that case, I’ll join you.”
“Satoru—“ Suguru huffs, then tilts his head to the side, meeting Satoru’s gaze. “It’s fine, I can go by myself.”
“You sure?” Satoru murmurs. He moves his mouth closer to Suguru’s ear, then lets out a quiet sigh. “Isn’t it kinda uncomfortable to walk around like that, though? I bet it hurts.”
And by that, he’s referring to the hard-on he’s 99% sure Suguru must be currently sporting. Sure, he hasn’t actually seen it, but he has watched his husband waddle around with a boner enough times to recognise that uncomfortable little walk.
Suguru exhales sharply. “I— I don’t know what you mean.” He’s avoiding Satoru’s stare again, his ears turning a faint pink.
“Did you forget,” Satoru asks, amused and so very happy that he gets to bully his husband, “that we’re married? I can tell when you’re turned on, y’know.”
He can feel Suguru’s shoulder tense up again underneath his chin.
“Don’t just go around saying— Satoru.” Suguru interrupts his own scolding session for a moment, his fingers curling into fists as he takes a deep inhale. “We’re at school.”
“We are,” Satoru purrs, slipping his arms around Suguru’s waist to tug him back against his body. Pressing his chin to Suguru’s shoulder, his muscled abdomen right against his back, and his already very excited erection up against Suguru’s ass. “And we’re all by ourselves.”
Suguru allows him to cling onto him for a moment, before he shudders and takes a step away, immediately turning towards him.
And naturally, Satoru’s gaze instantly falls to the tent in Suguru’s pants. He whistles, then presses both of his palms together. “Itadakimasu.”
“Satoru,” Suguru hisses, forcing his attention back up. “We can’t just— you’re married!”
“Yeah,” Satoru says, with a big smile on his face. “To you.”
Suguru brings a hand to his forehead, rubbing against it. “Still, it’s… even if I wanted to, I… wouldn’t the older me get pissed off?” He frowns. “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
Practically melting, Satoru takes a step closer to touch Suguru’s cheek.
“Man, you’re—“ he sighs, aware that his eyes must be heart-shaped at this point. “So sweet. So honourable. Suguru,“ Satoru’s voice softens, and he feels a little weak in his knees at the amount of consideration Suguru always has had for him. When he was 18 and had the chance to sleep with the 28 year old Suguru, he didn’t give two shits about his older self. “It’s completely fine. You turned back into your 18 year old self for a reason.” Satoru lowers his voice. “Suguru needn’t worry.”
That makes Suguru pause for a bit, simply standing there with his cheek in Satoru’s palm.
“So I can touch you?” he eventually asks, dark eyes flicking down to Satoru’s waist again.
“Of course,” Satoru easily says, using his available hand to grab Suguru’s wrist and bring his fingers to his chest. “I really want you to.”
Suguru’s gaze grows a bit more heated. “...Wherever I want?”
“Wherever you want.” Still holding onto his wrist, Satoru slowly drags Suguru’s palm down his chest. It skims past a nipple, running along firm muscle, before it finally settles on the side of his waist. “As much as you want.”
He leans closer, brushing his lips against Suguru’s jaw. “For as long as you want.”
Satoru can hear the following, sharp intake of air, then the click of Suguru’s throat as he swallows. His hold on Satoru’s midriff grows a little firmer.
“…Now?” Suguru breathes, amber eyes flicking up to Satoru’s.
Holding Suguru’s stare, Satoru shows him his best smile. Big and pearly, making his eyes curve just a little. The kind of smile that always leaves Suguru unable to look away from him.
“Now,” he murmurs, then turns his head and kisses Suguru.
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Kissing this Suguru is a whole lot different from kissing his husband.
First of all, there’s a hint of insistence to it that he’s not too used to — it’s like Suguru is scared to release him for even a second, so he simply doesn’t. He just holds Satoru’s face still with one hand, kissing him so deeply and intently that neither of them can breathe, which just makes it a whole lot more sloppy and messy.
Secondly, this Suguru is very grabby. His other hand hasn’t left Satoru’s waist or pecs for a second, alternating between squeezing and stroking and petting him. It’s all very flattering, really, because it feels like Suguru simply can’t get enough of him. Like he’s properly appreciating all those hours Satoru has spent working out and fighting curses, reaping the fruits of many years of hard work.
And third — this Suguru is very excited. He’s very excited, in fact, hard as steel where he keeps nudging his hips against Satoru’s, rocking their erections together while groaning into the kiss.
“Fuck, Satoru— mmm,” he keeps panting, and it’s enough to make Satoru’s brain feel a little dazed.
“Suguruuu,” he simply coos in turn, then lowers his face to suck a nice, red bruise into Suguru’s neck, grinning when that only makes him groan even louder.
Suguru’s got him seated on top of a desk, one of Satoru’s legs leisurely draped around his hip as they keep making out like teenagers. Then again, one of them is actually a teen, so maybe that comparison works just peachy.
His hair is still nicely put up, too, a fact that Satoru absolutely relishes, because he looks so good. He’s truly painting the picture of a sweet, obedient student, which only makes this feel even more like a filthy fantasy where he’s Suguru’s sensei, and although that’s probably somewhat immoral, it turns him on so fucking bad.
There’s also the joy of being able to touch Suguru as much as he wants to, gently brushing his fingers down the back of his collar, along those broad shoulders, before he slowly unbuttons his uniform at the front. And Suguru’s so very eager, so he simply allows Satoru to do whatever he feels like, easily giving him space to loosen as much of his clothing as he wants to.
“You taste so good,” Suguru moans, almost whining he keeps licking inside Satoru’s mouth, sucking on his tongue like it’s a piece of candy.
It makes Satoru so stupidly hard, because he knows that Suguru’s a virgin — he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, he just does what feels good, and it’s so ridiculously hot. The fact that those things also feel amazing to Satoru just makes it even better, because it’s all pure instinct to him, all pure lust.
Instead of replying, Satoru simply grins cockily and pushes his tongue deeper inside of Suguru’s mouth, allowing him to taste it just as much as he wants to. It’s so filthy at this point that he can feel saliva trickle down his chin, making their skin stick together in a way that he delights in.
“Mmf.”
There’s a haziness to Suguru’s eyes when he looks at Satoru now, as if he’s too aroused to properly focus. They’re still the same pretty amber as usual though, something Satoru’s busy admiring when Suguru lowers his gaze to Satoru’s jaw, then to his neck.
And then, with a restless energy that reminds Satoru of Megumi’s dogs whenever he has a treat for them, Suguru releases his mouth and pushes forward, pressing Satoru down against the desk as he licks a wet, lewd stripe up Satoru’s throat.
“H-hey,” Satoru laughs, a little breathless as he’s forced to spread his legs a bit wider, allowing Suguru to push up between them. Resting one hand behind Suguru’s head, he uses the other to keep his balance on top of the desk; it’s not really meant for two people, after all. “Aren’t we eage— mm.”
After licking all the way up Satoru’s neck, Suguru seems to have been missing his mouth, because he immediately seeks it out again and presses their lips together. There really is something dog-like about his behaviour, because not only is there a certain eagerness to him that Satoru hasn’t seen in Suguru in years, but he’s also bucking his hips up and against Satoru’s in enough of a frenzy that it makes him gasp.
“Sh— Suguru,” Satoru groans, then allows his mouth to be captured again. “Mmh.”
He can practically feel Suguru’s imaginary tail wagging as he gives Satoru another wet, deep kiss, then pulls away to press their foreheads together.
“You feel so good,” he breathes, all half-lidded eyes and spit-slick lips, his attention solely on Satoru. “Satoru, I’m— I want you so bad. I want you so, so bad.”
Such an honest display of affection is enough to make Satoru throb inside of his pants, and he lets out a chuckle. “I’m all yours. Is Suguru feeling good?”
A groan slips out of Suguru’s throat as he presses his erection even harder against Satoru’s, properly humping him now. “Y-yeah. It feels so good.”
Satoru’s lips slip into a smile. “Are you gonna come?”
With his eyelashes fluttering from the pleasure, Suguru makes a faint grimace. “N-no.”
“Really?” Intrigued, Satoru pushes himself up on an elbow, then glances down between them. There’s quite the sizeable bulge in Suguru’s pants, revealing just how turned on he is. Satoru happens to be pretty damn familiar with his husband’s body, so when he reaches down to touch it, he knows just where to place his fingers. “Oh, you’re— really hard. Heh, seems like I haven’t lost my touch.”
That spurs another moan out of Suguru’s mouth, followed by a shudder when Satoru squeezes his cock. “Satoru— shit, don’t— ahh.”
Cooing happily, Satoru runs his thumb up the side of Suguru’s bulge, feeling it twitch underneath his touch. “But it feels good, right? You’ve always liked it a little rough.”
There’s no reply this time. Suguru’s head has dropped down to Satoru’s shoulder, his groans muffled as he keeps rolling his hips forwards, grinding down against Satoru’s hand with an urgency that makes Satoru’s own cock throb. It’s such a delicious change from how controlled and relaxed Suguru is whenever they mess around in bed these days, always being the one to tease Satoru, riling him up and edging him for hours — now it’s Satoru’s turn to do that, and the realisation makes his eyes sparkle with glee.
“It’s okay if you come,” he sings, faintly aware that his Suguru said something similar to him when their roles were switched a few months back. “We’ve got all night, so you can come as many times as you want.”
That makes Suguru stiffen, his head lifting from Satoru’s shoulder. “Only tonight?”
“Ah. Yeah, we were thinking that—“
Apparently feeling too impatient to let Satoru finish his sentence, as if their limited time together is too valuable to waste it speaking, Suguru instead pushes their mouths back together and moves both hands to grab Satoru’s hips. No, not his hips— after tugging Satoru closer to him, he lets both of his hands slip around to Satoru’s ass, where Suguru gives it a nice, firm squeeze.
“Mm, Sug—“ Satoru starts, then huffs as his tongue gets wrapped up by Suguru’s once more, played with until it makes his toes curl. “Hmmf.”
It’s still pretty amusing to see how quickly Suguru’s polite, respectable student act dropped in favour of this handsy, greedy behaviour. Sure, Suguru did tell him that he’d fantasised a lot about Satoru back then, that he wouldn’t let him out of his bed for days if he were able to, but it’s an entirely different thing to experience it.
Suguru did touch him quite a bit when they were young, friendly bumps or arms slung over his shoulders or even the occasional hug, but to experience this from Suguru, the same guy that always chastised Satoru for being greedy or impatient with things — it feels a bit hypocritical, really, because Suguru doesn’t even let him pull his mouth away to breathe at this point.
“Suguru,” Satoru mumbles, grabbing hold of his bun with one hand and forcibly tugging their lips apart, ignoring the goddamn whine Suguru lets out at that. “Hey. Wanna take this back to our apartment?”
Immediately shaking his head, Suguru’s gaze is locked onto Satoru’s pink, swollen lips. “No. I wanna fuck you here.”
Satoru huffs, yet can’t help smiling at such lewd language from his better half. “I thought you had an issue with doing it at school. Didn’t you scold me for suggesting it, what, twenty minutes ago?”
Honeyed eyes flick up to meet Satoru’s, an unimpressed look in them as Suguru groans. “No, it’s— I want to do it here.” He licks his lips, then shoots Satoru a very, very sweet smile. “Please, Satoru?”
And ah, of course. It’s been over ten years, and yet that stupidly alluring, serene smile still manages to make Satoru’s stomach flutter with excitement each and every time.
Because Suguru is not only handsome, but also so very pretty, and the combination of sweet, soft features and the masculinity of his body has to be Satoru’s biggest weakness, because he just can’t bring himself to say no.
“Of course,” he breathes, then grins. “You wanna fuck me that badly?”
Suguru immediately nods, still wearing that peaceful curve on his lips. “So bad.”
“Is Suguru-kun gonna fuck me well?”
Suguru’s eyes narrow. “I’m gonna fuck you so well.”
Shooting Suguru another amused look, Satoru then releases his hair and turns his head towards the desk his jacket was slung onto. Stretching out a hand, he uses just a tad of Blue to move it over to them, reaching inside to grab the handy little bottle he usually carries around.
“Here, this should—“ once again, instead of allowing Satoru to finish talking, Suguru yanks him back into another kiss. Taking the bottle out of Satoru’s fingers and placing it somewhere, Suguru then grabs Satoru’s ass with both hands and tugs him halfway onto his lap.
The action is hot enough to leave Satoru a little flustered, because he’s not only a few inches taller than Suguru and definitely a lot more muscled, but he also has these long, slender legs that can be difficult enough for him to maneuver — and yet Suguru lifts him and moves him around like it’s the easiest thing in the world, regardless of him being ten years younger.
“Fuck,” Satoru moans, his voice a little weak. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
And although Suguru doesn’t reply, there’s still no doubt that he’s pleased about Satoru’s comment, because there’s this smug quirk to his lips and a proud set to his shoulders as he continues manhandling Satoru until he’s all the way on top of his lap. Leaning back against the desk, Suguru looks almost offensively relaxed as he keeps one arm around Satoru’s waist and fondles his ass with the other one.
His hand then slides up, playing with the waistline of Satoru’s pants for a moment, before it dips down the back of them. It seems like he’s keeping the lube somewhere close by, because his fingers are already slick as they nudge against Satoru’s entrance.
“When’s the last time he… I fucked you?” Suguru murmurs, circling a fingertip against Satoru’s rim before he gently presses it in.
“Ah,” Satoru laughs breathily. “Heh. This morning, actually.”
“Good,” Suguru says, voice low and heated. He then pushes the rest of his finger inside, slow and steady, before he adds a second one.
And regardless of how used Satoru is to having Suguru’s fingers inside of him, either lazily toying with him while preparing him for his cock, or fucking him with them so roughly that his eyes roll back, it’s still surprisingly novel to have this Suguru touch him like this. It even ends up making him choke on a breath, and Satoru chuckles, his reaction leaving him both amused but also somewhat sheepish.
“T-that was quick,” he murmurs, holding Suguru’s gaze and grinning while pushing back against his hand. “Thought you’d be more careful.”
His eyes half-lidded and zeroed in on Satoru’s face, Suguru returns his smile with way too much confidence considering he’s an 18 year old virgin doing something like this for the very first time.
“Do you want me to be?” he asks.
His words are gentle, but Satoru can still hear the challenge in them, lingering right below the surface. And Satoru sure loves a challenge.
“Heh,” he says, a sparkle in his eyes. “Don’t hold back for my sake. I can handle it.” A lazy grin to his lips, as he leans closer and brushes his lips against Suguru’s jaw. “I’m the strongest, after all.”
Suguru watches him closely for a moment longer, then smoothly slips a third finger inside of him — all the while wearing the sweetest, most serene smile on his face. The contrast between that soft smirk and how skilfully he’s already finger-fucking Satoru’s ass is making Satoru’s cock twitch inside his pants, already so stiff that it’s throbbing.
“You are,” Suguru murmurs, watching Satoru with dark, lightly crinkled eyes. Amused, yet so attentive that Satoru feels a shiver run down his spine, because that’s his gaze — the one that Suguru only directs towards him, kind and patient and so very loving, but also deliciously exasperated at times. “You don’t want me to go easy on you, right?”
Satoru holds his stare for a while, then tilts his head and shoots Suguru a bright, sunny beam. “I know for a fact that you didn’t mess around with anyone before me. So tell me, Suguru—“ Satoru moves closer, nudging the tips of their noses together. “Where did you learn how to talk like this?”
He presses a kiss to Suguru’s mouth. “Or to touch me like this?”
Suguru’s ears turn a little red, but his expression remains peaceful. “Compared to the 18 year old you, I guess it doesn’t take much to impress—“
“Ah, ah,” Satoru drawls. “No changing the subject. Didn’t you always nag on me to respect our elders?”
Lips tightening, Suguru glances to the side. “Yes, but—“
“And am I not your elder?”
“…You are.”
“Mmm.” Smug with satisfaction, Satoru gives a playful lick to Suguru’s cheek. “Then tell me, Suguru-kun… Where did you learn to use your fingers like this?”
Those amber eyes flick back to him, and Suguru lets out a soft exhale. “…From a magazine.”
“Oh?” Intrigued by his response, Satoru leans back so he can watch Suguru better. He’s still slowly rocking his ass against three of his fingers, and it’s only due to how accustomed he is to having something inside — toys or fingers or Suguru’s cock — that he’s able to ignore how good it feels in favour of teasing Suguru instead. “Hey, didn’t we use to peek at those at the gas station? The one that’s—“ he waves a hand vaguely in a direction, “—twenty minutes that way or something? I remember some of them being reeeally raunchy.”
He says the last sentence with a wicked grin on his face, remembering just how flustered Suguru used to get whenever he dragged him over to that section — flustered, then more and more casual about it, until Suguru was the one teasing Satoru about them instead.
Suguru sighs and his eyebrows knit together, as if this is just another one of Satoru’s shenanigans; as if he’s the mature one out of them, being all generous by treating Satoru’s questions with patience.
What a shame that the soft flush on his cheeks reveals how he actually feels about it, then. Seeing Suguru a little bit uncomfortable only serves to make it indefinitely more entertaining for Satoru to poke fun at him about this.
“Mm. You always wanted to…” Glancing away again, Suguru lowers his voice. “…You wanted us to buy one and look through it together.”
“Yeah!” Satoru says cheerfully. He grins down at his husband. “Now that’d make for some good bonding. Hey, why did you always shoot me down?”
Arching a brow, Suguru looks like he wants to change the topic again. However, it seems like one glance towards Satoru’s eager face, with his pink lips split into a smile and a sparkle in his eyes, is enough to make him keep going.
So, Suguru snorts instead. “Why would I wanna sit there and watch you gawk at naked women?”
“Eh, I wouldn’t—“ Satoru huffs. “It wasn’t like that! It’d be just for fun.”
“Sure,” Suguru says, still amused. “It’d be just for fun, until you see something that manages to turn you on. Knowing what you’re like, you’d definitely suggest that we should get off together, too.”
Tilting his head cutely, Satoru flutters his lashes. “Well, duh. Yeah.”
“And then you’d want us both to get our dicks out.” Suguru’s tone is still dry.
“Suguru-kun is so smart,” Satoru singsongs, grinning at him.
Suguru’s gaze dips down to Satoru’s lips, then back up. “And instead of focusing on yourself, you’d be too busy watching how I would do it.”
Satoru pauses. “That… does sound like something I would do.”
“Then you’d start asking questions about my technique.” Suguru sighs, barely moving his fingers at this point. Instead he’s focusing on his explanation, watching Satoru closely. “And even though I’d explain it, you would just make me show you instead. You’re too much of a demanding asshole to just shut up and listen to what I say.”
“Hey now,” Satoru mutters, giving Suguru’s chest a gentle tap. “I’m not always demanding.”
“But you would ask for those things,” Suguru says.
“…I would ask for those things.”
Although it’s annoying that Suguru’s right, there’s still a warm feeling spreading inside Satoru’s stomach as he listens to the love of his life explain to him just how predictable he is.
“So I would end up touching you. And you’re greedy, so even if I tried to stop, you’d just make me keep going.” Suguru curves the fingers he has inside of Satoru, making him jump slightly. “But the thing is, Satoru—“ he pauses, eyes twinkling with amusement. “…Heh.”
Spreading his thighs as wide as possible to let Suguru reach deeper inside, Satoru lets out an airy laugh. “Heh?”
“Mmm. I’m greedy, too,” Suguru murmurs, pressing one kiss to Satoru’s cheek, and another to the corner of his mouth. “And if I got to touch your dick, then I’d also want to touch inside of you. To show you how good it can feel.” His gaze falls, just as his fingers press a little more firmly, searching for something. “And if I got to put my fingers inside of you, then…”
“Then you’d wanna fuck me, too,” Satoru finishes for him, throat a little dry as he stares as Suguru.
“…Yeah.”
“So you decided to get one of those magazines to— what, to prepare for that scenario?”
“Mm.” Suguru’s lips twitch. “Not one with naked women on the outside, though.”
Satoru watches him for a moment longer, then tilts his head back and laughs, loud and bright. Unable to help himself, not necessarily because it’s that funny, but because it’s— it’s so fitting.
Of course his husband would research how to finger him for the first time. Suguru always looks up stuff beforehand, after all, like the places they travel to, the history behind the curses they fight, the restaurants they visit. He’s nothing but diligent, and it’s heartwarming to see that taking Satoru’s virginity was no exception to the rule.
Not saying anything himself, Suguru simply tightens his hold around Satoru, the fingers inside of him slowing down once more. He tugs one of them out, leaving two of his digits behind.
“Pfff,” Satoru snorts after a bit, eyes crinkled as he looks down at Suguru. “Maaan, you’re such a nerd. I remember you were surprisingly good the first time we fucked, but I didn’t exactly have anything to compare it to. I just assumed that sex always felt that good.” He grins, big and teasing. “Heh. You actually researched how to finger me?”
Suguru’s temple throbs as he shoots Satoru a flat look. “It doesn’t hurt to be prepared.”
“Is that so?” Satoru’s smirk widens. “I’ve never looked up how to be good at sex, and I’m the best at it.” Lifting a hand, he gives Suguru’s cheek a pinch. “Guess not everyone’s as naturally gifted as the great Gojo Satoru. Don’t worry, though,” Satoru’s voice drops into a whisper, “I promise I won’t laugh at you.”
Not only is Suguru’s temple throbbing now, but his eyebrow twitches too. “Satoru.”
“Suguruuu,” Satoru coos, then beams and presses a kiss to his mouth. “Man, I’m so glad I got to meet you again. I forgot what a dork you used to be. Hey, did you take notes too?”
Jaw clenching, Suguru simply watches him. It’s not as intimidating as when the older Suguru does it, because he always has an unnerving smile on his face when he stares Satoru down.
This Suguru looks a bit more irked, a bit less overly confident. And suddenly Satoru feels almost a little bad, because— maybe Suguru thinks that Satoru’s being serious. Maybe he thinks that Satoru’s actually making fun of him, not just being a nuisance because it’s fun to rile him up.
Cus yeah, it’s not like Satoru’s ever been the type to think before he speaks, but he had way less of a filter when he was younger. Nowadays he’s somewhat aware that not everybody enjoys being teased all of the time, regardless of it being a well-meant, charming gesture from his side.
The reason why he knows that — well, Satoru’s currently seated on his lap.
“Hey, Suguru—“ he starts, ready to soften his voice and be a bit sweet again. Maybe offer to suck him off and let him come on his face, because he knows that his husband has a thing for that.
Instead, Suguru lifts a brow. “Are you done?”
“Am I—“ Satoru blinks, then huffs. “…Yes.”
Suguru watches him for a moment, then smiles all pleasantly with gentle lips and curved eyes. “Good. So I can finish speaking, then.”
Feeling somewhat scolded by someone ten years his junior, Satoru glances to the side and ignores the heat spreading across his neck. “Go ahead.”
Suguru’s smile widens. “I was going to say that it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, because that allows me to make it feel better for you.” He tilts his head, chasing Satoru’s gaze. “And you always like it when things feel good, right?”
“Heh. ‘Course.” Satoru meets Suguru’s eyes again, grinning at him. “I like feeling good.”
There’s a strangely peaceful look on Suguru’s face as he watches him, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes so soft on his youthful skin. He looks sort of pleased by Satoru’s words, as if he enjoys it just as much as Satoru does when Satoru’s feeling good.
And knowing what his husband is like, that’s usually the case, too.
“Mm. So I bet you would like…“ Suguru narrows his eyes just the slightest in concentration as he presses the two fingers he has inside of Satoru deeper. Curling them upwards, curious and seeking as they nudge a little further, then with a slow, firm press, he makes them graze against Satoru’s prostate. “…this?”
Releasing a soft sigh, Satoru loops an arm around Suguru’s neck and leans closer. “Mhmm. Harder.”
Suguru obeys, still a bit careful with his touch.
Licking his lips, Satoru moves his chin until his mouth is resting right by Suguru’s ear. “Harder, Suguru.”
There’s a brief pause, and then Suguru finally gives that sweet, sensitive area a proper rub. Back and forth, his expression focused as he stares at Satoru’s face, visibly intrigued by the soft noises Satoru lets out.
“Like this?” he murmurs, amber eyes widening when Satoru nods and exhales sharply.
“Yeah,” Satoru breathes, a lazy smile on his lips.
And it’s obvious that those sounds help Suguru gain some confidence, because his movements soon enough turn a little firmer, a little more creative. Finally not as cautious anymore as he twists his fingers to make them reach further inside, then smooths them against Satoru’s sweet spot.
His dick is hard as steel against Satoru’s inner thigh, but Suguru doesn’t even seem to notice; it seems like he’s too occupied by his new project of figuring out how to make Satoru melt.
“Ahh.” Satoru moans softly. “Mmm. It’s like— mhmmm. It’s like a massage.” Fluttering his lashes back open, Satoru presses his lips to Suguru’s jaw and smiles. “Suguru’s spoiling me.”
“It feels good?” Suguru asks, voice a little raspy as he squeezes Satoru’s waist with his other hand, tugging him closer.
“Sooo good. Mmm. The old Suguru is never this nice with me.” Sighing pleasantly, Satoru keeps one arm around Suguru’s shoulders while slipping the other down between them, lazily running his fingers along Suguru’s hip. “That guy’s a brute.”
“A brute?”
“Yeah.” Adding just a hint of a whine to his voice, Satoru exhales deeply. “Always bending me over whenever he feels like it, even if we’re at school or on a mission,—”
It’s true, though Satoru’s usually the one coaxing him into doing so.
“—fucking me so hard that my ass gets bruised,—”
After Satoru spends the entire day messing with him, purposefully pissing Suguru off.
“—and never using less than three fingers.”
Because Satoru taunts him into it, then cries into their pillows when Suguru makes him come on his fingers three times in a row.
Tilting his head back, Satoru holds Suguru’s gaze and beams at him, blue eyes sparkling. “Compared to him, Suguru-kun’s truly a gentleman.”
He can feel Suguru’s hand tightening around his midriff, his body tensing up underneath him. Probably feeling divided between continuing to be polite and gentle with Satoru, or to take this further, to be just as greedy as he said he was.
Obviously, Satoru wants him to snap.
There’s nothing better than to rile Suguru up and make him throw Satoru around for a while, and especially not when it comes to this Suguru, so sweet and obedient that it makes Satoru’s spine tingle. He wants to see him come undone.
“Satoru…” Suguru’s voice quiets down a little as he lifts his chin, chasing Satoru’s mouth for another kiss.
Immediately caving in, Satoru presses their lips together and licks his way into Suguru’s mouth. He’s intentionally keeping the kisses more innocent than before, just on the side of controlled and mellow, and he can tell that Suguru is annoyed by it. Considering how he was practically eating Satoru’s face earlier, all impatient and sloppy, then it’s not so strange that being forced to play along with Satoru’s calm and languid kisses is enough to make him get a little restless.
“Mmf— Satoru,” Suguru murmurs against his lips, something almost petulant in his tone, and Satoru relishes it.
“Mmm.” Still pushing back against Suguru’s fingers, Satoru keeps the kiss nice and relaxed.
It really is like a massage, all soft lips and gentle fingers, with Suguru’s erection grinding against his thigh. It feels slow and pleasant, as if they’re in no rush at all — simply enjoying the taste of the other’s tongue, rocking their hips back and forth. Not only is it nice, but it’s also really arousing, because Satoru can tell that Suguru’s growing frustrated, probably all pent up and uncomfortable in his pants.
Satoru doesn’t even try to hide his glee, instead grinning into the smile as he carefully licks along Suguru’s bottom lip, then gives it the faintest of tugs.
And oh, if that doesn’t only annoy Suguru even more. He’s getting antsy at this point, his cheeks still warm and flushed, fingers eager as he grabs Satoru’s waist, his hips, his ass, while stroking his fingers against his prostate.
If it were the 18 year old Satoru then those fingers would definitely be enough to make him squirm and come in his pants, but this Satoru has ten years of experience with a very skilled and very horny Suguru, so he’s used to getting fucked into their sheets almost every single day.
Thank fuck his body got used to those touches. If his prostate were still as sensitive as it was when he was young, then there’d be — well. Not only would Nanami get a lot more upset when they mess around in his bathroom, but there would also be a whole lot less fooling around in general, because getting used to that kind of overstimulation takes time, and there used to be a limit to how many times Suguru could fuck him before it was too much.
With rct and practice, it now takes considerably longer for him to reach that stage. And sure, although it’s a bit dull to not get overstimulated as easily these days, it’s also sorta nice for his pride to not end up crying each time Suguru decides to—
“F-UCK!” Satoru suddenly yelps, eyes widening in shock as Suguru does— he does something with his fingers, that’s for sure, because it feels— wait, how did he— “W-wait, Suguru, Suguru—“
Another moan leaves him, this one louder and a little sharp, because it’s so unexpected that — how was Suguru even able to find— wait, wait, wait, this doesn’t make any fucking sense!
“S-Suguru, Suguru, hold o— oh, fuck—“ Groaning through his teeth, Satoru tries to adjust how he’s sitting, squirming clumsily on top of Suguru’s lap.
But instead he finds himself unable to move at all, because it feels really fucking good, and Suguru’s grasp around his waist is firm enough to keep him seated on top of him as he pushes a third finger inside, rubbing it so skilfully against Satoru’s prostate that his breath catches in his throat.
“Feels good, right?” Suguru murmurs into his ear, but Satoru barely catches it.
“Shit, that’s, ah, that’s— mm, Suguru, I—“ A shudder runs through Satoru’s body, his head tilting back as his mouth drops open. “D-don’t stop.”
Although he can’t see them, he can still feel the weight of a pair of warm amber eyes staring at him.
“I won’t,” Suguru reassures him, all serene and gentle now that he’s got the upper hand again.
What a fucking show off. Of course he wants to show that he understands Satoru’s body just as well as his older self, that he knows how to touch him, where to stroke those long, clever fingers to make him feel this good.
It shouldn’t even be a competition at all, Satoru should be the one to show Suguru the way — to show him how well he can ride his dick, or how Suguru enjoys having his cock sucked, or that he likes it when Satoru plays with his nipples while Suguru pounds into him, the additional touch always making Suguru come even harder.
Or that his gaze tends to get all unfocused and nice when Satoru sits on top of him and rides his face, or that it makes him stupidly aroused to have his hair pulled while going down on Satoru, or how Suguru always likes it when Satoru sucks on that one, specific spot right beneath his jaw, taking him apart with slow, leisurely licks.
It shouldn’t be like this, Suguru finger-fucking his ass good enough to make Satoru straight up shiver, and yet that’s exactly what he’s doing; Satoru can even feel his toes curl inside of his boots, his lips going tender from how hard he’s biting down on them, and he’s— he’s pretty sure he can come from this.
He can’t be the first person to come. Not like this, not again — not after the way Suguru made the 18 year old Satoru come inside his pants after just a few nice, slow rubs.
“S-Suguru,” Satoru breathes, shamelessly grinding his hips back and forth on top of his lap. “Sit— fuck, sit down on a chair, alright?”
Licking up Satoru’s throat, Suguru lets out a dismissive sound. “Soon. I want you to come like this first.”
“Hey.” It’s somewhat difficult to make his voice sound firm when he feels so good that he knows precome is soaking through his boxers. “T-that wasn’t a suggestion.” Reaching behind his back, Satoru grabs hold of Suguru’s wrist, making it pause. “I wanna ride you.”
Suguru blinks. “That’s— yeah. Okay.” His pupils are so blown that Satoru can see himself in their reflection. “Yeah.”
Pulling his fingers out, Suguru then grabs onto his hips to lift Satoru off his lap. He presses another kiss to his lips when they’re both standing again, then immediately chases his mouth for a deeper one, turning this one wet and lewd. Suguru even starts to press Satoru back against the desk, his eyes lidding as he kisses, and licks, and tastes, and Satoru feels himself leaning into the heat of his mouth.
He takes a deep breath, then reaches down with both hands to start unbuckling Suguru’s pants. It’s quite the hassle considering how many buttons there are, but it’s also nice — not only is it like he’s unwrapping a present for himself, but the brief friction also seems to rile up Suguru further. His breathing is getting heavier, more ragged, and there’s a pleasant hint of pink to his cheekbones.
As soon as he undoes the final button, Satoru slips a hand inside Suguru’s pants and curls it around his dick. His eyebrows lift, a big, smug grin spreading on his face. “Aha. Looks like someone’s excited, eh?”
Thick and warm, Suguru’s so hard that he twitches inside Satoru’s palm. He’s leaking too, a few drops of precome dribbling out as Satoru starts stroking him, keeping his grasp nice and firm.
“Knock it off,” Suguru grits out, yet still furrows his brows and moans at Satoru’s touch, pushing his hips forward. “S-shit.”
“Funny,” Satoru coos. “Usually you’d only use that word when you talk about knocking me up.”
Suguru stiffens and his eyes widen slightly, as if in disbelief at his words — then, his cock throbs inside of Satoru’s fist. Regardless of the stunned expression on his face, at least his body’s honest.
“No, I… really?”
“Yep.” Satoru grins, tightening his fingers a tad, then feels a surge of arousal when the added friction makes Suguru’s breath hitch. “No worries, that’s not actually a thing. You don’t have a curse that allows you to do that.” He lets out a cheery hum. “You just really enjoy coming inside of me.”
Suguru swallows, his throat dipping briefly, and then his jaw clenches.
“Satoru, you—“ Cock twitching again, Suguru lets out a heavy exhale. “S-slow down, you’re—“
“Mmh? Is all this talk about knocking me up turning you on, Suguru-kun?”
And apparently Suguru’s close enough that he doesn’t even bother pretending that it’s not. “Yes. Stop, let me—“
He lowers a hand, imitating Satoru’s own action from just moments ago as he grabs his wrist and brings it to a halt, then pushes his fingers away.
“Satoru,” Suguru says then, eyes heated as they land on his face. “I want to… Can we—“
“Sit.” Nodding towards the closest chair, Satoru tugs his hand out of Suguru’s pants in favour of undoing his own. Regardless of how tight they are, practically clinging to his skin, they’re still a whole lot easier to get off than Suguru’s intricate ones. “I wanna do it, too.”
Suguru sinks down on the chair, obedient and oh-so good, his legs wide and nicely spread as he leans back and watches Satoru intently. His chest is rising fast, mouth parted as he takes in Satoru’s long, bare legs, the muscles flexing as he moves, the smoothness in his movements as he steps closer and lifts a foot to straddle Suguru’s thighs.
Smiling down at him, Satoru takes the time to properly enjoy the view.
To take in Suguru’s fiery gaze, filled with lust and anticipation. So young, so inexperienced, and so very honest about what he wants. Not at all nervous about getting to fuck someone for the first time, but instead excited, eager. It’s as if it isn’t even the sex itself that excites him, but the fact that it’s with Satoru — that he gets to have Satoru like this, intimately and all to himself, in the most vulnerable way possible.
Lips quirking and cheeks burning with delight, Satoru lets his gaze fall lower.
To the way Suguru’s hands are hovering in the air, ready to wrap around Satoru’s waist the moment they’re allowed to. His dick resting against his stomach, turning the fabric of his jacket sticky; perhaps they should’ve taken the time to undress him, but there’s also something Satoru really enjoys about making a mess out of Suguru’s clothing. Especially this uniform, the one he has so many fond memories of, the one he purposefully requested his own set to match.
As he continues savouring the sight of his husband, Satoru starts rolling up his own t-shirt. He can’t be bothered to remove it, so he instead just tugs it up far enough that it bares his muscled abdomen and pecs for Suguru, allowing him to take a good, proper look.
It seems to work quite well — Suguru’s stare drops, then turn into something entirely too fierce.
“Like what you see?” Satoru coos, stroking a palm down his stomach. Lazily petting his own muscles with a thumb. “A lot nicer than that twig you usually hang around, right?”
Suguru doesn’t reply. It’s not like he’d be able to anyways, not with how his mouth is currently latched onto one of Satoru’s pecs; apparently his self-restraint works in most situations, except for ones where he’s faced with Satoru’s, objectively, rather impressive chest muscles.
“Heh.” Satoru chuckles, then smiles widely and presses a hand to the back of Suguru’s head, his palm lying flush against those dark strands. Keeping him still, while also coaxing him into enjoying himself.
And the encouragement works, because Suguru just— he just does what he wants to, apparently. Deliciously shameless as he decides that simply biting down on Satoru’s muscles isn’t enough, so he pulls his mouth back and gives his nipple a long, thorough lick, a muffled groan slipping out of him at the taste.
Then he does it again, tongue wet and eager, and it’s sloppy enough that a few drops of saliva trickle down Satoru’s skin. It makes his skin prickle all nicely, the heat of his body and the warmth of Suguru’s mouth merging into this lazy, wicked arousal that spreads throughout him.
Because not only is that a sensitive area, one that Satoru always enjoys having Suguru play with, but there’s also the visual aspect of it — of seeing Suguru half-lidded and dazed, so into it that he doesn’t even think about being polite, touching and tasting Satoru just as much as he wants to.
And Suguru hasn’t changed at all either, because the 18 year old version is just as fond of playing with Satoru’s chest as the 28 year old. Licking and nipping on his skin, sucking on a nipple before he runs a tongue along it, turning them from a nice, dusty pink to a tender red.
It’s obvious that it turns him on, too, because Satoru can see Suguru’s cock twitch underneath him, the head shiny with precome, and suddenly he realises that he’s had enough of waiting.
He’s had enough of playing around, of teasing each other, of trying to show each other up.
Sure, Suguru might have been surprisingly adept at the things he’s done so far, but Satoru’s the one with ten years worth of practice with making Suguru feel good — it’s time to settle who’s actually the experienced one here.
“Keep going,” Satoru breathes, reaching a hand down between them to grab Suguru’s cock. To angle it towards where he’s sinking down, rubbing the head against his entrance for a moment, before he slips the tip inside.
“Nnh—“ Shuddering, Suguru grabs his midriff so harshly that Satoru grins. He pulls his lips away from his chest, tilting his head back to stare up at Satoru with eyes so intense that they’d make a lesser man blush. “Satoru.”
“Suguru,” Satoru murmurs sweetly in turn, feeling surprisingly fond as he releases his dick and places both hands on Suguru’s shoulders.
The head of his cock is still resting inside of him, allowing Satoru to proceed without lifting a finger. He can feel Suguru tense up underneath him, probably desperate to push further up into his ass. Already stunned by how nice and tight it must feel, how slick.
Luckily for him, Suguru doesn’t have to wait for long — out of the two of them, the patient one is never Satoru.
So he grins down at him, happy and assured, then relaxes his legs and sinks all the way down on Suguru’s cock. And regardless of how he’s done this thousands of times before, it still feels so fucking, stupidly good each and every time, so Satoru throws his head back and lets out a deep, loud moan.
Suguru’s entire body goes stiff, his eyes suddenly wide open as his jaw drops and he gasps. “Oh.” There’s a hitch of his breath, then another shudder runs through him. “Th— oh, Satoru. Satoru.”
In no need of taking it slow, Satoru gives a nice, thorough roll of his hips, sighing in pleasure.
Tilting his chin back down, he then meets Suguru’s gaze and grins, before he starts riding his cock just as easily as he’s used to. With smooth, practised movements back and forth, angling himself so the tip of Suguru’s cock touches him precisely where he wants it, and it’s like everything comes together.
It feels so good, all deep and nice and hot, and Satoru is as free with his moans as he is with everything else around Suguru, shameless with the way he clenches around him.
“S-Satoru, wait,” Suguru gasps, wide-eyed and a little panicky, his fingers slipping down from Satoru’s waist to his hips. “W-wait, wait, I’m—“
He moans then, from deep in his throat, and it almost looks like he’s in pain as he grits his teeth together, biting back a whine.
“You’re what?” Satoru drawls, eyes shining as he feels Suguru twitch inside of him, his cock so hard that Satoru knows he’s struggling to hold on.
Good. He wants Suguru to feel good.
“I’m— I’m—“ panting for air, Suguru seems unable to stop himself from fucking up into Satoru’s ass, to lean into every rock and grind of his hips, while his eyebrows arch higher and higher, his fingers white-knuckled from how hard they’re holding on. “Shit, I’m gonna— Satoru, I—“
Satoru’s smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt, unable to keep the happiness out of his voice. “Oh? Is Suguru-kun gonna treat me to a pie?”
Eyelashes fluttering from how good he’s feeling, it seems like Suguru’s barely paying attention to Satoru’s words, instead fighting to keep from coming immediately. Still, he grimaces and shoots Satoru a half-hearted frown. “…A pie?”
“Why, a creampie of course,” Satoru declares, smiling brightly. He leans closer, pressing a kiss to Suguru’s lips before he murmurs, “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t let any of it go to waste.”
Suguru groans in annoyance, then in pleasure, because Satoru’s stupid joke is apparently enough to make him lose it — his thighs tense up underneath Satoru’s, hips bucking clumsily, and then he comes.
And Satoru can’t help himself from staring, cus oh, what a vision Suguru is — all closed eyes and long lashes and pretty, sleek brows furrowed in bliss. His bangs are sticking to his face due to how sweaty it is, and he’s undeniably a sight to behold as he comes nice and deep inside of Satoru.
His cum is so warm inside of him, too, a sensation that Satoru never really gets used to, and he squeezes around him curiously. It prompts a quiet whimper out of Suguru, and Satoru chuckles.
“That’s a lot,” he comments, then grins. “Did you save up for me?”
“Shut up,” Suguru groans, but his voice is weak and ragged as he leans back against the chair, breathing heavily while still clutching Satoru’s midriff. Forcing his hips to come to a halt, which Satoru decides to indulge.
“Tch, tch.” Clicking his tongue, Satoru moves one hand to unstick Suguru’s bangs from his skin, mindlessly playing with his hair. Brushing his fingers through it, grooming it back into its usual sleek, pristine form. “Right after filling me up, too? Suguru-kun sure is shameless.”
Another heavy sigh, before Suguru’s lips quirk. The movement is a little fond, as if he can’t help but to smile at Satoru’s nonsense. “You really enjoy hearing your own voice, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” Satoru agrees, shifting slightly on top of Suguru’s cock, then settling back down when it makes Suguru hiss. “It’s usually accompanied by yours.”
That makes Suguru pause.
He leans his head back a little, eyes still closed, before he blinks them open and lets them settle on Satoru’s face. There’s a softness to his mouth now.
“You’re somehow not what I expected, but also exactly what I expected at the same time,” he murmurs, still touching Satoru’s waist. His thumbs start to rub circles into his skin.
“Heh.” Satoru shoots him a smug look. “I get it. It must be intimidating, right? Not only are my good looks enough to bring even Gakuganji to tears, but my unparalleled strength has gained me admirers from both near and far.”
At least at the nearby konbini. The old lady there always tells him how strong he is, ever since that time he dropped by with Suguru and helped her move some boxes around.
Did he do it because his Six Eyes told him that there was a new delivery of his favorite milk candies inside one of them? Perhaps. There’s no way to tell. Suguru seemed somewhat suspicious, though.
Lifting a finger, Satoru continues praising himself. “Stories of the great Gojo Satoru sensei will surely spread among our students, as they—“
“I was mostly thinking,” Suguru interrupts him, a sly curl to his mouth, “how it’s impressive that someone can be so full of himself, while also being so full of… well.”
He glances down between them, to where Suguru’s cum is trickling out alongside his cock. A cock that’s still very much hard and firm inside of Satoru, in fact, another sign that his husband hasn’t changed at all.
Satoru stares at him, then huffs and gives his bangs a tug. He can’t hold back the genuine smile on his face, though. “It’s in moments like this that I think it’s very unfair that Yaga always told me to be more like you.”
“It’s in moments like this that I think it’s very unpleasant that you bring up Yaga while I’m inside of you,” Suguru says serenely, then presses a kiss to Satoru’s mouth. “Don’t talk about other people while we’re having sex.”
“Eh? Wait, since when did you get to make demands— oi, Suguru, wait—“
Already in the process of lifting Satoru up by his hips to put him on top of the desk, Suguru simply shoots him a sparkling smile, one of those that makes him look every bit the honourable student, and Satoru suddenly realises that— ah. Right.
Suguru’s always been an exceptionally quick learner. And although he was the one who came first, it usually only means that he’ll be extra determined to make Satoru come first the next rounds, which would be a good thing, if not for the fact that he’s petty enough to always drag it out and tease Satoru until he’s begging Suguru to let him come.
See, Satoru is used to his husband. The 28 year old Suguru, who may look gentle and warm, but who’s also able to fuck Satoru so well that his mind goes blank. Who knows precisely how to push him to the limit of what he’s able to handle, skirting the edge of what’s too much, while managing to balance it perfectly each and every time.
There are times when Suguru fucks him sweetly too, of course, all slow and gentle, with lots of soft touches and lazy orgasms. Whispering into Satoru’s ear with a voice so loving that he can’t even look into Suguru’s eyes, too flustered to do anything but to part his thighs and let Suguru show him just how much he wants him.
And yeah, those moments are just as special to them, but there’s something about when they get really into it — when their fucking is more similar to a brawl than to actual sex, because it’s hot and rough and intense enough to make their competitiveness flare, with strong arms holding each other down or tugging the other closer by the hair.
It’s like the thrill of a challenge, combined with the comfort of knowing that it’s gonna be fine regardless of whether Satoru manages to come untouched five times in a row or not, because it’s not really about that; it’s about pushing each other, trusting each other, and figuring out what the other one enjoys before they even do so themselves. And knowing that they’re able to do that together, because they both want the same thing, usually only spurs them on to push themselves even further.
The thing is, Satoru doesn’t even know when it started. He sorta assumed it just grew over time, like a result of that silent, mutual understanding between them, the one that allows them to communicate without saying a single word. Satoru loves to get challenged, and Suguru loves challenging him, so of course that would expand past innocent fights in the dojo — of course that would expand into their bedroom.
But now, looking at the 18 year old Suguru in front of him, Satoru suddenly realises that Suguru’s always been prepared to match him like that. Even since they were teenagers, apparently, because there’s now a spark in Suguru’s eyes that Satoru knows intimately well, cus it’s the same glint he sees every time he’s been a particularly big nuisance and he knows that Suguru wants to fuck him for it.
Considering the older Suguru’s words about how badly he wanted Satoru as a teen, and how much he used to fantasise about him, then perhaps it’s no wonder at all that Satoru misinterpreted Suguru’s gentleness as an indication of him being just as innocent as Satoru. Maybe the reason his own Suguru was so gentle with him back then was because he could tell that Satoru was inexperienced, so he decided to take his time with him. To slowly help him get used to his kisses, his touches, and the oh-so foreign sensation of having someone else touch him down there.
And now that Suguru knows that Satoru doesn’t need him to be nice, doesn’t need him to be patient — now that he can tell that Satoru’s up for whatever, that he’s even welcoming it, it seems to confirm that the older Suguru was very much correct about Satoru overestimating how gentle the younger Suguru would be with him.
Because there’s this look on Suguru’s face, heated and expectant, yet strangely relaxed. Like a cat that has finally caught the mouse, but is in no hurry to eat it.
“Satoru,” Suguru murmurs, his voice a soft, lovely coo. “What was that thing you said about me trying to knock you up?”
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Turns out, Suguru will stop at nothing when it comes to achieving what he sets his mind to.
And it’s not like Satoru wasn’t aware of how persistent he can be, always doing his best to keep up with all of Satoru’s whims and ideas back when they were teenagers, and just as easily keeping up with him now that they’re older and married — still, he finds himself sort of impressed as he gets a reminder of how dedicated Suguru actually is when it comes to matching him.
It’s perhaps especially impressive considering that Satoru himself can’t really see why someone would bother to spend a whole lot of time and energy on something that doesn’t even come easy to them. Then again, that might be because he’s a fast learner himself, so he’s never really struggled to teach himself something in the first place. And it’s not like Suguru usually has that problem either — normally, it’s just a matter of practice before he’s as good as Satoru.
Still, Satoru sort of expected it to take more than a few hours, because he does have ten years more of sexual experience that Suguru does, and he’s fit and strong and in the shape of his life, so it really shouldn’t be an easy feat to catch up to him.
But regardless of his lack of rct, or his lack of skill, or his lack of familiarity with what they’re doing, Suguru’s—
Suguru’s good.
He’s good, and persistent, and he’s fucking Satoru so well that the smirk he was wearing has already slipped off his face.
It hasn’t been more than an hour, and yet Suguru has him scrambling on top of the hardwood floor, face pressed against the planks, drool pooling underneath his open mouth, as Suguru fucks him with an intensity that’s straight up vicious.
“You’re clenching, Satoru,” he comments, his breathing harsh yet steady as he keeps snapping into him, Suguru’s hips smacking into Satoru’s ass with every thrust.
“Nhh,” Satoru whines in response, eyes glassy and unfocused as he feels his dick slap against his thigh each time he’s pushed forward.
There’s cum dripping from the tip onto the floor, some of it even sticking to his skin — he’s naked now, Suguru having tugged off his shirt sometime between the second and the third round — and yet he barely notices it, cus he has already come three or four times and it has turned him into a strengthless, pliant mess.
Because Suguru keeps hitting all the right places, grinding against Satoru’s prostate so precisely that it makes him whimper, and he’s so confident with how he’s moving Satoru around, grabbing and arranging his limbs with precise and smooth movements. It’s almost overwhelming to see how easily Suguru figures out how to handle him, how incredibly effortless it seems to be, as if his intuition tells him exactly what to do with Satoru, or where it’d be hot to fuck him, or what kind of things to say to turn Satoru on.
Like when he decided to fuck Satoru up against the blackboard, murmuring crude words about what his students would think if they knew that their sensei was so easy, the pure heat in Suguru’s voice sending a shiver down Satoru’s back. Being the indulgent husband that he is, Satoru naturally allowed himself to be carried over there — that’s to say, he didn’t try to wiggle out of Suguru’s sturdy grasp — only to get fucked so roughly that he came all over their stomachs and chests, even the fucking blackboard.
And being just as indulgent, he didn’t protest when Suguru moved them over to the windows and pushed Satoru up against them, slim fingers resting against the cool glass. He didn’t protest when Suguru grabbed his hips and fucked him so hard that Satoru eventually fell forward onto his forearms, unable to stop his upper body from slipping down, and neither did he protest when Suguru simply pressed a hand against his back to keep him in that exact position, with his head down and ass up.
Satoru didn’t complain when Suguru jerked him off with quick, assured strokes, and he didn’t object when Suguru put his fingers inside of him and fucked him with them while nibbling on his pecs again, because it all felt so good. And Suguru always makes it so easy to feel good with him, because he just gives and gives and gives, and Satoru’s so greedy for anything Suguru wants to offer him.
He makes it so easy to simply not think, to just spread his legs or arch his back and feel good, always telling Satoru to relax, to take it slow, to close his eyes and simply focus on the way Suguru touches him, or kisses him, or uses that very lovely tongue of his.
And because that’s their routine, then it’s only natural that it took Satoru about an hour and a handful of orgasms before he realised — wait, wasn’t he the one that was gonna show Suguru the ropes?
“S-Suguru,” he croaks out, then moans as Suguru makes his thrusts a little harder. Reaching a hand behind him, he gives Suguru’s hip a gentle tap. “Hold on, I— shit, do you h-have to be so good at this?”
Although he can’t see Suguru’s face properly, he can still perfectly picture the complacent smile that must be spreading on his husband’s lips.
“Satoru,” he purrs, just as annoyingly fox-like and smug as his older self. “You think I’m good?”
Pushing himself up on a weak elbow, Satoru lets out an airy laugh. “Fishing f-for compliments, eh?”
Suguru doesn’t immediately reply, instead settling for a thoughtful hum. The silence only makes things worse, because it leaves Satoru conscious of how noisy they’re being. His own ragged breathing and Suguru’s soft panting aside, there’s the slap of their skin meeting, the creaking of the floorboards, and then there’s the— there’s the squelching.
Because Suguru has come inside of him three times so far, including that first, quick orgasm, and he’s been very committed to making sure that it stays inside of him. Even when he fucked Satoru on a few of his fingers, he still made sure to push it all back inside, stuffing him with his own cum with a self-assuredness that turned even Satoru’s ears pink.
And now it’s all wet, and loud, and sloppy, and the proof of just how much Suguru enjoys coming inside of him is trickling down the back of Satoru’s thighs, and it’s just—
It wasn’t supposed to go like this. He was gonna make Suguru beg for it for once, have him sit down and watch as Satoru turned his world on its head, and instead Satoru’s the one who’s turned on his head.
“I don’t have to,” Suguru simply says, still thrusting hard and fast. There’s a hint of glee to his tone, regardless of how polite he’s making it sound. “Sensei has made it quite clear how well I’m doing.”
“Sens— Suguru.” Satoru huffs, then makes a face. He means for it to be disapproving, but with the way there are tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, it’s kinda hard to make it convincing at all. Settling for a joke instead, he mumbles, “This b-better not be how you treat all your senseis.”
Suguru’s hands tighten around his waist.
“Don’t worry, Satoru,” Suguru croons. He leans a little closer so he can brush his lips against the back of his neck, right below the soft buzz. “I’d only be this good for you.” He then licks his way around the side of Satoru’s throat, giving his jaw a gentle bite, obvious in his search for his mouth.
It’s so very tempting to indulge him, to simply turn his head a few inches to the side. Suguru’s mouth tastes so good, too, and the way he moves his tongue is always just right; the perfect amount of greedy and clever, and already so ridiculously skilled in how it takes Satoru apart.
Instead, Satoru gives Suguru’s earlobe a gentle tug, then pushes himself up on both arms. The sudden movement throws Suguru’s balance off, so he leans back up and pauses his thrusts, keeping his hands around Satoru’s midriff.
“Satoru?” Suguru sounds surprised, his words sincere as he asks, “Is everything okay?”
Satoru throws a glance over his shoulder to meet those amber eyes, smiling reassuringly as he holds his stare.
“Yep,” he says, ignoring the raspiness to his throat as he speaks. “I’m just considering Suguru-kun’s question.”
Arching an eyebrow in confusion, Suguru tilts his head. “My question?”
“Mm.” Satoru sighs, closing his eyes briefly, before he opens them back up with a grin. “If I think you’re doing good.”
Suguru blinks, then watches him for a moment. His eyes narrow a bit. “…Are you trying to say that I’m not?”
“No need to look so insulted,” Satoru coos, shooting Suguru a teasing wink. “I would tell you if you weren’t.”
Suguru still has a doubtful expression on his face, eyes flicking from Satoru’s face to his ass, then back up again. “You would, but…“ his lips twitch. “Heh. I’m not sure if you’d be able to, actually.”
“Eh?”
“Mmm.” Suguru’s cock is still inside of him, so Satoru shudders as he feels him pull halfway out, then push back inside. It’s so fucking big. “It’s kinda hard to understand you when you’re moaning so loudly.”
“Tch,” Satoru murmurs, shivering again when Suguru keeps thrusting in and out. Slow and languid, probably looking down at where he’s left Satoru all pink and messy. Where he’s stretching him out. “If you’re trying to embarrass me, you’ve—“ he hisses at a particularly deep thrust, “—you’ve got the wrong guy.”
“I would never try to embarrass you,” Suguru says peacefully, both hands curling around Satoru’s waist. Pulling him back against him, against his cock. “I’m just happy that you aren’t trying to hide it.”
“Pah. Now t-that’d be a waste,” Satoru grits out, eyes rolling when Suguru slides deep enough to make his toes curl.
A grimace slips onto his face as Suguru then continues to fuck him in a nice, deep doggy style, Satoru’s fingers spreading against the floor in a useless attempt to keep himself up. The thrusts are firm and efficient, feeling so good that it makes his mind go a little foggy around the edges.
“I agree,” Suguru says, voice light and breathy. “But yet, you always do.”
Satoru moans, then throws a look over his shoulder. “Hah? No, I— I don’t care about that.”
It’s unfair how smoothly Suguru keeps on fucking him while talking, or perhaps, how smoothly he keeps on talking while fucking him.
“Maybe not this version of you,” he murmurs, one palm gliding down the slope of Satoru’s back. Gently pressing down on top of the muscles, then a bit harder to make him arch it further. “But the teenage Satoru. Mmm.” A quiet groan, before Suguru lets his hand slip to where he’s pressing inside of Satoru, his thumb brushing over the swell of his ass. “He gets so shy. Always pretending that he doesn’t like it when I give him neck rubs, or when I lend him one of my shirts.”
There’s a fondness to Suguru’s voice as he reminisces, sweet and warm, as if he isn’t currently busy fucking Satoru raw.
It’s sorta difficult for Satoru to focus his thoughts properly, to think back on that specific memory from his youth, because Suguru’s still fucking him hard enough to make him shudder, and he’s still offended that he’s more affected by it than the guy who was a virgin until an hour ago.
But still, he does vaguely remember it — those times when his eyes were aching, leading to a heavy head and tense shoulders. The strain enough to make everything hurt, so having Suguru reach over and massage the back of his neck with his fingers, sometimes sliding them up to the hairs in his nape…
It was nice. It was really fucking nice, and those were probably some of the gestures that made Satoru surprised by just how— how attentive Suguru was. How observant. Because Satoru had a clan and an estate with uncountable servants, people hired for the sole purpose of keeping an eye on him, of being on his beck and call, and yet they never seemed to read his mood or his behaviour as well as Suguru could after only a mere few months of knowing each other.
And regardless of how shamelessly open Satoru is about a lot of things, never being one to act shy or coy when it comes to his demands or wishes, somehow those instances were too intimate for him to be upfront about how much he enjoyed them. How it not only helped soothe his headache, but how it made his stomach all strangely warm and fluttery, too, and how he couldn’t stop thinking about Suguru for the rest of the night after those sweet massages.
How he couldn’t stop thinking about him, but how he also couldn’t make himself look at him, because Satoru really couldn’t tell what kind of expression he was wearing. Probably something between disbelief and awe, combined with very red ears and a sulky pout on his lips, because he wanted Suguru to do it more, to do it for a long, long time, but there was no fucking shot he was gonna ask for something so embarrassing.
It was fine to ask Suguru for rides on his dragon to the nearby konbini, or to demand that he shared his food with Satoru whenever it smelled especially delicious, or that he allowed Satoru to stick his feet under his blanket with him because they’re fucking cold, Suguru!, or that he should ditch the plans he had to meet up with childhood friends, because there was this movie Satoru really wanted to see, but it’d be no fun without Suguru there.
It was also fine to make it clear how much he enjoyed it when Suguru unpacked candies for him and put them inside of his mouth whenever Satoru’s arms were too full, or how nice it was when Suguru surprised him with a steaming cup of cocoa on those cold and icy winter days, or how funny it was whenever Suguru pretended to scold him for making a rude joke, then leaned closer and murmured something even ruder.
But he really couldn’t make himself be honest about how good it felt when Suguru actually saw him, when he noticed the smallest hint of discomfort or pain on Satoru’s face, and immediately did something to make him feel better.
As an adult, it’s easy for Satoru to see that he was just being timid about how strongly those moments actually made him feel for Suguru, how they made his heart skip a beat and then jump around in his chest like a yoyo on a sugar rush. How it’s obvious that his younger self liked those gestures a lot, he just didn’t know how to convey it.
What he didn’t really expect was for it to be obvious to Suguru, too.
“You—“ he sucks in a breath, then glances over his shoulder again and chuckles. “You’ve always been perceptive, huh.”
Suguru’s eyes are warm and dark, glimmering when Satoru meets them. There’s a smile on his lips, somehow both smug and sweet at the same time. “What a compliment to get from someone with the Six Eyes.”
Resisting the urge to roll those Six Eyes, Satoru grins and holds his stare. “What gave me away back then?”
Looking at him, Suguru slows down his hips slightly, until they’re barely pushing back and forth. He leans forward with one hand, fingers trailing against Satoru’s jaw.
“I think you’re gonna be mad if I say,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over Satoru’s lower lip.
“Mad?” Satoru snorts. “If this was ten years ago then— well, maybe. Not now, though.”
Suguru doesn’t seem to completely believe him, but he still inhales softly before he grins.
“Well,” he says, eyes curving into crescents. “You get all pink and flustered. And you keep averting your eyes.” He gently pets Satoru’s cheek. “It’s very noticeable, because you usually look at me most of the time.”
Satoru arches a brow. “That’s it?”
“Nope.” With an innocent smile on his lips, Suguru shoots him a very amused and very affectionate look. “The biggest tell is that you finally shut up for once.”
Keeping his gaze on Suguru, Satoru blinks. Blinks again. His other eyebrow lifts too, mouth dropping open as he finally processes Suguru’s words and lets out an indignant sputter.
“Oi!” He means to sound offended, but there’s a grin on his mouth as he shoots Suguru a look. “For once?! I’ll have you know that you talk more than me when— hey, why are you laughing?”
Because Suguru has a wide, happy smile on his face, and combined with his youthful looks, those familiar bangs, that uniform that he still hasn’t properly removed — well. He might be balls deep inside of Satoru, his cum dripping down the back of his thighs, and yet the sight of him is enough to make Satoru’s heart skip a beat, because that’s his Suguru, and he’s happy.
“I expected you to get pissed off,” Suguru says, those amber eyes of his glowing as he gazes down at Satoru. “You always get so mad when I tell you off for talking too much. But you’re not annoyed at all, are you?”
Satoru holds his stare, then smiles softly and shakes his head. He’s pretty sure he might be going a little pink himself, actually, just from satisfaction. Just from seeing his one and only like this, peaceful and teasing and relaxed.
“Nah,” he replies honestly. His smile grows. “I guess I do tend to talk a lot, huh?”
“Mm.” Suguru mirrors his smile perfectly, then leans over his back and presses a kiss to his mouth. It’s long and warm, almost innocent with how there’s no tongue involved. “I like it when you do.”
Satoru returns the kiss, then grins cheekily. “I know. Turns you on, too.”
Actually looking somewhat bashful for once, Suguru’s eyes dart away. “…Mhm.”
Satoru loves the mild discomfort on his face.
“Turns you on when I’m being sweet too, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, a wickedness to his voice. “Or when I let you take the lead?”
Regardless of the fact that Suguru’s hard as a rock inside of him, he can still feel it when his cock twitches in interest. Good. Satoru is just as hard himself.
“…Yeah,” Suguru murmurs, and then he kisses Satoru again. Deeper, this time with tongue.
Both of his hands wrap around his hips again, and he starts fucking into him, getting back into a rhythm, before Satoru stops him with a hand against his thigh.
“Although it’s fun to defile the classroom with you,” he says, lips brushing against Suguru’s as he speaks, “why don’t we bring this back to our place?”
Suguru stares at him, eyebrows furrowing. Satoru can’t tell what’s bothering him, until—
“How?”
Ah. Right.
“I can teleport,” Satoru says easily. “Better now than I could back then.”
“With two people?”
“Yeah. But, ya know,” Satoru’s grin turns sly. “Maybe you should pull out for a sec? Wouldn’t wanna accidentally teleport away with my favorite part of your body.”
Suguru groans at that, slowing down his hips. Not only does he seem unimpressed by Satoru’s words, but it’s almost like the action of not fucking Satoru puts him in pain too, because he seems to immediately get the urge to start moving again.
And yet, he’s always so, so good, because he grabs Satoru’s ass and gently eases his cock out of him instead of listening to his body.
“Good job,” Satoru says, pretending that he doesn’t notice how Suguru’s back straightens a little at his words. Suck-up. “Alright, let me—“
He gets up on wobbly legs, sucking in a breath at how weak his knees feel after spending half an hour on them, then gathers his clothes from the ground with a wave of Blue. Suguru stands up next to him, looking down at his own disheveled clothing with a sheepish look as he starts tucking himself away; considering how hard he is, it doesn’t seem like a very easy feat.
“No need,” Satoru tells him, an amused smile on his lips. “It only takes about—“
He grabs hold of Suguru, snaps his fingers, and suddenly they’ve left the classroom behind in favour of landing in the living room of his and Suguru’s apartment.
“—a second.”
Taking a steadying step, Suguru then looks around. His gaze wanders over the large, open area, with the dimmed lights, the big and comfortable couch, the tall ceiling, and the massive windows giving them a lovely view of the city.
There’s pictures of them and their friends and family on the walls, a robot vacuum tucked away in the corner — one that Satoru gleefully named Ijichi — along with decorations they’ve been gifted by their kids, particularly by Mimiko and Nanako after Satoru signed them up for some expensive creativity lessons they wanted to attend, and a variety of plants, and small souvenirs from their travels all over Japan.
Suguru then throws a look over his shoulder, glancing towards the open passage into the hallway, leading directly into their kitchen.
“We’re alone,” he says, eyes shifting back to Satoru.
“Yeah. The kids usually stay at th—“
Suguru’s eyebrows furrow. “Kids?”
There’s a pause between them. Satoru throws his clothes on top of the couch, then steps over to Suguru with a grin.
“You have two options,” he says, blue eyes twinkling cheerfully as he lifts two fingers. “One, I tell you about all the stuff we’ve gotten up to over the past ten years. Two, we continue where—“
It seems to be an easy choice for Suguru, because he immediately grabs hold of Satoru’s thighs and lifts him up as if he weighs nothing at all. And yeah, alright, Satoru’s maybe a tiny bit weak for such a carefree display of strength, because he immediately loops his arms back around Suguru’s neck and moans.
“C’mon, Suguru,” he breathes, reaching up with a hand to finally undo the neat little bun Suguru dons. Combing his fingers through his hair, black and soft and stupidly tantalising, he then gives the strands a tug. “Get back inside me.”
Suguru doesn’t reply, instead focusing on pressing Satoru down against the sofa cushions, mouth brushing against his jaw as he reaches between them to line up his cock. And it’s so close, so wonderfully close, because Satoru can feel the head of his dick press back inside of him, already purring with satisfaction at getting what he wants.
But then another thing starts purring, vibrating hard enough that it makes a noise, and they pause.
“Oh.” A little dazed, Satoru pushes himself back up on an elbow. “My phone.”
And it’s not really the best timing, not at all — not the fact that they’re getting a phone call during sex, that’s quite the common occurrence with how often they’re doing it, but because it’s usually Suguru who would make the decision of whether they should stop to answer it or not. But now Suguru’s busy glaring daggers at Satoru’s jacket, where the vibrations are coming from, and it doesn’t take a genius to predict what his choice would be.
Now it’s up to Satoru, and— well, he’s not only a father, but also a teacher. And with Suguru currently unavailable, it’s up to him to be the responsible one for once, so he sighs and digs through his uniform, locating his smartphone.
“It’s Shoko,” he murmurs upon seeing her name on the screen.
It’s probably nothing too important then, because Satoru knows that she’s able to take care of herself, unlike some of their kids. She might be calling just to check if they want to go out for a drink or something to eat, so it’s probably fine if he doesn’t pick up.
Then again, Shoko usually texts. She doesn’t tend to call much at all, so maybe it is something of actual importance.
“It’s fine,” Suguru coos, gliding his lips along the corner of Satoru’s mouth, kissing his way to his ear. “You can call her up later.”
The tip of his cock is still resting inside of Satoru’s ass, and Satoru can feel Suguru push a little closer, undoubtedly eager to slip all the way back inside.
“Might be something important,” Satoru says, then sighs softly as Suguru gives his earlobe a gentle nibble.
The call comes to a stop, phone still resting in his hand, and Suguru shoots him a look that’s almost triumphant.
“If it’s important, she’ll call again,” he easily says. Grabbing hold of Satoru’s hips, Suguru then continues to push inside, all the while leaving these wet, warm kisses along his jaw and down his throat.
It feels good enough to leave him a little dazed, and Satoru grabs onto Suguru’s hair with one hand, urging him to keep going as he lifts his hips to help that thick, hard cock sink back inside.
Deeper and deeper, Suguru’s breathing growing heavier, until—
Bzz. The phone starts vibrating in Satoru’s hand again.
Suguru groans. “Satoru.”
“Ssh,” Satoru murmurs, “it’ll just be a sec.”
He pushes Suguru’s face away from his throat, aware that those wet kissing noises would get picked up way too easily by the microphone — speaking from experience — then accepts the call.
“Yo, Shoko.”
Suguru shoots him a look that’s remarkably more displeased than what Satoru’s used to seeing on him, making Satoru’s mouth spread into a wide, shit-eating grin.
Man, he truly loves seeing Suguru like this; frustrated and annoyed, with a hint of possessiveness to him that makes Satoru’s heart flutter.
“Hey,” Shoko’s voice comes through the speaker, as relaxed as usual. “Is it a bad time?”
Shooting the phone an unimpressed look, Suguru then starts to lean forward again, aiming for Satoru’s neck once more.
“Kinda. What’s up?” Trying to keep his voice even, Satoru pushes Suguru’s face away, this time with his palm over his mouth. It’s weirdly similar to the times he has to keep Suguru’s kissy curse at bay.
“I didn’t manage to catch you before heading home. Geto said something about you feeling under the weather when I told him that I needed to talk to you, so I thought I’d call instead.” Ah. How sweet of Suguru to make sure that they stay undisturbed at school, only to end up getting interrupted later in the evening instead. “Though I don’t get how you can feel under the weather. Is your rct acting up?”
Suguru frowns down at where Satoru’s hand is pressing against his lips, then seems to get an idea. Raising his gaze, he keeps it on Satoru while opening his mouth and slipping two of Satoru’s fingers inside.
“Uh—“ Satoru says, distracted by the wet heat around his fingers. “Uh, no, just— I’m fine. What did you wanna talk about?”
Eyes lidding, Suguru lets his digits slip even further inside his mouth, before he closes his lips around them and gives them a long, thorough suck. His tongue brushes against his finger pads, making Satoru’s cock twitch against his abdomen, hard and leaking.
“The quiz you gave to the students. I gave it a look, and I think there’s a sheet missing.” Shoko’s voice is even and clear as she speaks. “It’s probably not a big deal, but it’s the page where we test their proficiency in healing.”
Satoru tries to focus, he really, really tries to, but Suguru is opening his mouth to release Satoru’s fingers, leaving them gleaming with his spit, and it’s making it really fucking difficult to even think.
“Huh,” he says.
A wicked grin spreads across Suguru’s mouth, and then he starts— he actually starts to pull out of Satoru’s ass, tugging his cock all the way out. And it’s not like Satoru wanted him to rail him while he’s on the phone with Shoko, but it’s still unexpected enough to make his brows furrow, grabbing hold of Suguru’s shirt with one hand.
But Suguru brushes his fingers aside as if he doesn’t even notice them, stepping onto the floor beside the couch. He’s still wearing that lazy smile on his face as he starts undressing, finally getting rid of that filthy, cum-stained uniform in favour of showing off his toned, gently tanned body.
Narrower than the older Suguru, yet still impressively broad for his age. With nice, strong thighs, a long abdomen with muscles that still have so much potential, and his dark, silky hair resting just on top of his shoulders.
Maybe it makes Satoru a shitty friend, considering that he’s on the phone with Shoko and all, but he can’t help the hand he slips down to wrap around his cock, stroking himself slowly while watching Suguru. He’s just so annoyingly hot, and the confidence that grows inside of him as he sees Satoru touch himself to the sight of him suits him so incredibly well, making him the most beautiful Suguru he’s ever seen.
Proud and fit and brimming with lust, visibly eager to reach for Satoru again — and compared to the teenage Suguru that Satoru knew for a long time, the one that grew more and more silent, and thin, and tired, and gradually less enthusiastic about most things in their life… Well, it’s not really weird that that’s enough to make Satoru’s heart clench around itself, because it serves as such a stark reminder of how they did it. Of how they managed to get through it all, together, and how Suguru now gets to look like this each and every day.
Shoko’s still talking to him on the phone, but Satoru is just watching Suguru, his smile wide and honest. Loving.
And Suguru seems to pick up on the emotions behind it, because his own eyes grow a little softer, a little warmer.
The moment is sweet enough to make Satoru forget that, yeah, he might’ve been a rascal of a teenager himself when he was young, but it’s not like Suguru was any better — he was simply better at hiding it. That’s why it shouldn’t really surprise him when Suguru, after returning his loving gaze, then shoots him a serene smile before lowering himself between Satoru’s thighs. Face first, with his lips brushing against Satoru’s inner thighs.
“It made me wonder if there are other things we forgot to ask about on the quiz,” Shoko says, peacefully unaware of how Suguru’s currently sucking bruises into Satoru’s skin while Satoru strokes himself.
“Instead of simply giving them the sheet that you forgot to hand out the first time, maybe we should save it for a while and add other questions to it. We only had a few regarding barrier techniques, I think.”
“Mm,” Satoru hums, then clears his throat. “Summer vacay’s soon, though. Shouldn’t—“ he grits his teeth when Suguru starts dragging his tongue against his balls, the sensation pleasant enough to make his breath hitch. “Shouldn’t we aim to do it as soon as possible?”
“Maybe,” Shoko says thoughtfully. “But like I said, there might be other topics that we missed.”
Suguru gently grabs hold of Satoru’s hand, making his fingers release their grip around his dick. Then, while holding Satoru’s stare the entire time, he opens his mouth and takes his cock in between his lips.
And regardless of him having been a virgin, regardless of him using a— what, a fucking magazine to learn where Satoru’s prostate is, he’s still so fucking good at it. Satoru already knows that Suguru is an expert at sucking him off, but it’s been ten years, and he didn’t really remember that Suguru was a natural talent from the very beginning.
But of course he was, and now Satoru’s the one suffering for it, because how the hell is he supposed to hold a conversation when Suguru tightens his lips around him, making it wet and snug, then starts to move?
“Hm,” he settles for, eyelashes fluttering as he tilts his head back and— he doesn’t groan, not really, because he’s biting down on his tongue so hard that it hurts.
“…You’re being quiet,” Shoko remarks. “Is Geto there? I wanted to discuss this with him too, but he was busy when I met him earlier.”
“Uh—“ Satoru feels the tongue of the person in question drag along the side of his cock, brushing against a vein right there, and considers whether it’d be better to just hang up.
But Suguru’s still watching him, a challenge dancing in his eyes, and Satoru just— he can’t lose to Suguru. He can’t go down without a fight.
He also purposefully tries to ignore how Suguru’s the one who got turned back into his 18 year old self, yet Satoru’s the one who’s acting childish.
“No,” he ends up saying. “He’s— uh, out.”
“Oh? When is he ever out without you?”
Satoru grimaces, cock throbbing when Suguru’s lips tighten up around it. One of his hands is running down Satoru’s thigh, moving to where he’s still all slick with cum and lube.
“I dunno, he’s—“ waving a hand, Satoru realises belatedly that Shoko won’t even see it. “Ehh. It’s not like I know everything Suguru’s up to.”
Shoko snorts. “You don’t?”
Eyebrow arching, it seems like Suguru’s asking the same thing. Satoru doesn’t manage to respond, though, because three fingers slip inside of him the moment after, and he’s too busy kicking out with his feet and trying to just— not fucking moan into the phone.
But it’s so fucking hard, and it feels so good, and now Suguru’s suddenly an expert at finding Satoru’s sweet spots, because he grinds his fingertips against his prostate while swallowing his cock, and this— this is not gonna work out.
“Ma-maybe he’s seeing someone else,” Satoru grits out, ignoring how his voice is a little raspy. “I— I gotta go, Shoko, I need to hunt down my h-husband and—“
A laugh sounds through the speaker. “You two are unbelievable. Just tell me you’re busy next time, don’t drag me into it.”
She then hangs up and, although Satoru’s sort of relieved she didn’t sound too pissed off, he’s too busy grabbing hold of Suguru’s jaw to pull him off his cock to feel sorry about it.
“Up,” he demands, aware that his eyes must be burning with heat. “C’mon, Suguru, up.”
Immediately pushing himself onto his forearms, Suguru leans over him and presses their lips back together, his hand fumbling between them to line up his cock.
Satoru smacks his fingers away, grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, and his cock with the other.
“I want it rough,” he breathes against Suguru’s mouth, an urgency to his voice as he speaks. “Don’t be careful with me, I don’t need you to.”
He sees it as Suguru’s pupils grow bigger, so dark that they match the colour of his hair. He nods.
“It’s fine if we break the couch,” Satoru adds, so turned on that he’s past the stage of teasing silliness. It doesn’t seem like Suguru minds the seriousness or the sharp focus in his words, though — in fact, it only seems to rile him up more. “We’ve done that before. The walls are thick, so the neighbours won’t hear us.”
Pressing his palm against Suguru’s neck, feeling those dark strands of hair tickle the top of his hand, Satoru tugs him down for another deep, impatient kiss.
“I don’t want you to think,” he murmurs. “Just do what feels good. Got it, Suguru?”
He can feel Suguru exhale against his chin, then smile softly. Way too soft for the intensity of his eyes, or for the situation in general.
“Yeah,” Suguru murmurs, voice so sweet that it makes Satoru’s teeth ache. “I got it, Satoru.”
🍊
They break the couch. At least, Satoru’s fairly sure that they break it, but it’s kinda hard to tell with how sluggish his head currently is.
It’s kinda hard to tell anything at all, because he’s been fucked so hard and so deep that he can barely move, all of his muscles aching in the most delicious of ways.
Suguru got it, alright.
He fucked Satoru so firmly into the couch cushions that they heard something inside of the furniture snap, but Satoru was already moaning so deeply at that point that it was practically drowning out everything else, his cries loud enough to leave his throat sore. Because what else was he supposed to do when Suguru decided to make good on his words, spreading Satoru’s thighs and fucking him so fervently that it actually seemed like he was trying to breed him, not stopping until Satoru was biting down on his shoulder and coming dry.
And after Suguru came inside of him, making a sound so heavenly that Satoru got hit by a new wave of arousal, Satoru pushed him back against the couch and rode him until Suguru’s eyes rolled back, moving his hips so cleverly that he made the both of them come again in under ten minutes.
After that, it was just a blurry jumble of heat and sweat and soft, warm lips, Suguru apparently letting all his fantasies loose as he fucked Satoru harder than he has been in ages. There are pillows thrown haphazardly all over the floor, a wet spot on the floorboard where Suguru made Satoru come just by fucking him, and they somehow managed to tip the coffee table when Suguru walked over to rail Satoru against the wall.
Now they’re lying on top of a blanket in the middle of the living room, limbs carelessly spread around them, Satoru’s body halfway on top of Suguru’s. He can feel his exhales against his neck, Suguru’s chest rising and falling rapidly beneath him.
Naturally, that’s when Suguru turns back.
And naturally, the first thing Suguru does as he turns back into his older self, is to laugh at Satoru. It would be insulting enough by itself, but it’s only made worse by the fact that he’s still inside of him.
“I told you,” Suguru cheerfully says, wrapping an arm around Satoru’s waist. “Hey Satoru, what was that thing you said the first time we talked about this? Something about making me ask for permission to come?”
“Leave me alone,” Satoru groans, eyes closed and body utterly exhausted. “I’m too old for this.”
That only seems to make Suguru laugh even harder, his expression smug and annoyingly pleased.
“Is that so? You didn’t seem to mind too much. Mmm.” He hums, then presses a soft kiss to the back of Satoru’s neck, right below his undercut. “You still think I’m a brute, Satoru?”
“…Tch.” Blinking his eyes open, Satoru starts to move, then winces as he’s reminded of how not only Suguru’s cock is still inside of him, but also the ridiculous amount of cum that his younger self left behind. The blanket beneath them is so filthy that it sticks to Satoru’s skin, and he groans once more. “Man, you— how were you so good at it?”
Suguru’s lips curl against his skin. “It’s a fairly enjoyable thing to practice getting better at. Not all of us prefer the role of a lazy pillow princess.”
Satoru glares at him through lidded eyes. “Oi, you think it’s easy to get plowed like this? Let’s switch next time, I’ll show you how lazy I am.” The threat is a weak one; not only is his voice all hoarse, but there’s also—
“Nah,” Suguru says sweetly, giving his neck another kiss. “You’d get bored when you realise how much work it is to make somebody come untouched.”
—that.
Satoru would undoubtedly be able to learn how to do that, but it’s also— well. It’s nice to just have Suguru do all of the hard work. At least the hardest work, because he still feels straight up exhausted after having been fucked for hours.
“Wh’ever,” Satoru mumbles, then sinks deeper into Suguru’s embrace. His 28 year old embrace, with big, strong arms and a firm, broad chest to rest on top of. “Welcome back, by the way.”
“Why, thank you.” Petting Satoru’s back, Suguru seems happy to just lie there on the floor with him for a while. “Did you get to do everything you wanted to?”
“Mm. I’m sore.”
A snort slips out of Suguru. “And your research?”
Silence spreads between them for a moment, as Satoru takes the time to ponder his question.
Research? What resea— ah. Ahhh.
“Mm,” he murmurs. “Yeah. Suguru’s capable.”
“More capable than our students?”
“Mhm.”
There’s a smack as Suguru slaps his ass. “I’d call you out for lying, but—” his tone sweetens. “I’m pretty confident you’re right.”
Satoru rolls his eyes, then tilts his head back to glance up at Suguru. He’s already watching him, honeyed eyes warm and glittering.
“How cocky,” Satoru says, aware that his own gaze is probably just as soft. “Your ego is almost as big as your dick.”
Suguru’s lips curve. “Almost.”
Snorting again, Satoru makes a face. “Never mind. I think it’s bigger.”
It’s not.
“That’s not what you said earlier,” Suguru points out cheerfully, then looks up at the ceiling with a sigh. “You also told Shoko that I was out seeing someone else. How nice.”
Now that makes Satoru grin. He pushes himself up on his elbows, gazing down at his husband with a wide beam on his face. “Heh. Do you think she believed it?”
“No,” Suguru simply says, then returns the smile. “Even if she were to question my faithfulness, it’s painfully obvious that I don’t have the time for anybody else with you around.” His arms tighten a bit around Satoru’s midriff. “My husband’s too demanding.”
“But you like it when I am,” Satoru states, cheery and not at all offended by getting called high-maintenance.
“Mm. Even when you make me turn into my teenage self so you can have sex with him for five hours.”
“Even then,” Satoru agrees, then gives Suguru’s cheek a gentle poke. “Besides, I think you fucked me for way longer when I was the one who got cursed. So technically, I still have a few hours left.”
Suguru exhales deeply, yet still grins up at Satoru. His long, black hair is pooling around his head, looking awfully tempting to run his fingers through — Satoru is on his way to do just that, when Suguru grabs his cheeks and pulls him in for a soft, warm kiss.
“Like I said,” he murmurs, “very demanding.”
Then his smile turns serene, and his voice a little indulgent.
“…Let’s do it this weekend.”
🍊
Looking at the mandarin orange tree, Satoru finds himself holding his chin, deep in thought.
“What is it?” Suguru asks, still drying his newly washed hair with a towel.
He just got out of the shower, barely managing to step into their bedroom before Satoru asked him to summon the curse again.
“I’m just thinking,” Satoru says, stroking his jaw. He reaches out a hand, then grabs one of the oranges and starts peeling it. “I wonder if…”
Watching him with an amused look on his face, Suguru puts the towel around his shoulders and walks over to him. “Wonder if?”
“If I eat more than just one piece of it…” Gathering the segments in his palm, Satoru picks up two and shows them to Suguru. “I wonder what would happen.”
“Hm. I guess we’d figure it out if you tried, but—“
Already opening his mouth, Satoru throws both pieces inside, then closes his lips and chews.
“…” Suguru stares at him for a moment, then sighs. “…Please, go ahead.”
With a satisfied smirk on his face, Satoru swallows. He then opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out to show that everything’s gone, and Suguru’s about to chide him for his bad manners, when—
When Satoru shrinks.
A lot.
Enough that Suguru finds himself having to bend his neck to keep eye contact.
“Oh,” he says.
The little boy in front of him shoots him a scowl, the blue eyes striking on his young, soft face. His hair is cut short, and he’s dressed in a white, neatly folded kimono that looks considerably more formal than anything Suguru’s ever seen Satoru wear before.
“Oh?” the boy parrots, voice light yet confident. Demanding. “What do you mean oh? Wait, who are you? Why is your hair like that?”
As he feels his lips form a weak smile, Suguru reminds himself that he’s dealt with both the teenage Satoru and the adult Satoru, so this one should be fine, too. It’s just another version of him.
And yet, he can’t really remember ever feeling as intimidated as he does now, getting stared down by an 8 year old Gojo Satoru.
“So,” he starts, sinking down to a crouch in front of a still-glaring Satoru. “Heh. It’s a long story.”