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the gentle hum of the ac whirred in the background while the small, digital clocked flashed ‘3:20’ in a steady rhythm, but the sound of buttons mashing and angry whines broke the tranquility.
suguru was wrong, luigi’s mansion fucking sucked. and no, satoru’s not a sore loser, after all, how can someone who almost never loses even know what type of loser they were. hence why his opinion on the Nintendo game should be taken even more extremely. the glaring, bright screen had been taunting him with loss after loss for the past 3 minutes, an abnormal amount of defeat for such an esteemed jujutsu sorcerer such as himself.
a huff of irritation escaped his pouted lips before the device was tossed against the gray, dorm wall, more than likely landing in one of the teens' excessive piles of laundry, snack waste, or unfinished homework. satoru stared at his ceiling, now regretting his action as his frustration was quickly replaced with boredom. agitated by his own agitation, he slowly began to sit up from his position on the bed, stretching his limbs as it had been the first time he had moved in a few hours.
it's a unique occurrence for the teen to spend his friday nights like this; most of the time, as celebration of surviving yet another week of grueling missions, satoru would bother the other third years with demands of movie nights or miscellaneous activities in the city. on days where shoko was particularly persistent on staying in for the rest of the day, suguru would find himself dumped with the task of entertaining satoru. granted, it's not like he was completely out of luck. the two usually found a way to have an eventful friday night without shoko, whether it be bullying each other on smash bros or spending an unfathomable amount of time being preoccupied in other ways. granted, they had only ever messed around in suguru’s room as the teen claimed he couldn’t focus if he was too busy getting stabbed by the crumbs on satoru’s bed.
one could only imagine the pair’s surprise as the aforementioned brunette stopped the two on their way out of the last class of the day with a fresh cigarette and a request to join her on her escapade to the new bar a few blocks down.
if there was anything satoru hated more than losing, it was alcohol. without getting too far into the specifics, the last time he divulged in the substance after being text-book peer pressured by shoko and suguru, he built a deep relationship with one of the school’s toilet seats the next morning. without much further thought, satoru quickly declined, assuming it would be the end of it. to his disdain, it was not, and before he could even express his clear objection to the plan, both suguru and shoko were walking to their rooms to get ready.
the concept of jealousy had always been foreign to the teen, that is, until approximately seven months and six days ago when a certain black haired sorcerer managed to surpass his infinity and firmly press his lips against gojo’s, from that day on managing to effortlessly captivate satoru’s very being. while the basis of their relationship was still “up for debate”, (in the sense that satoru would marry suguru on the spot if he asked while suguru was weirdly insistent upon keeping things casual), that still never stopped satoru from trying to control the latter in that ‘overbearing boyfriend’ manner.
satoru learned very quickly how suguru didn’t like being ignored; as much as he would never admit it, he enjoyed attention from satoru just as much as satoru did from him. after getting dressed, the younger had texted asking if satoru at least wanted to tag along to eat. satoru saw it, he didn’t respond, regardless of how good sweet honey barbecue wings and greasy fries sounded at the moment.
a few minutes later, suguru entered his room, the formality of knocking at that point in their relationship being forsaken. yet, the exchange between the two proved to be rather short as it basically consisted of the black haired teen talking to an unresponsive lump beneath the bed sheets. suguru stood for a few seconds before realizing, letting out an annoyed hum before shutting the door behind him as he departed.
now, five hours later, satoru found himself finally moving from that same spot on the bed, DS lugged halfway across his dorm, sweat uncomfortably stuck to his skin, and the feeling of pins and needles stretching across his legs. in other words, he was miserable. while his friends were out getting drunk on cheap beer with random strangers, he was stuck on his bed with a shitty AC and a rigged video game.
the teen had half a mind to just go to sleep, hoping that the rest would help get rid of this sour mood, and even more sour life. then he could hopefully guilt trip suguru into buying him strawberry cream waffles the next day. the thought of the pastry and imagining a remorseful suguru definitely helped lighten his mood as satoru sluggishly tugged off his bottoms before tucking himself back into bed, the rare sound of tokyo’s cicadas whirring him to sleep.
a few laggard knocks beat against his door, followed by a short grumble that he assumed was meant to be something close to his name. satoru released a peeved sigh before shrugging his sheets off, taking his time as he lazily traveled to the door. at this time of night, it could only be one of two people, and he wasn’t particularly pleased with either of them right now, so they would have to deal with the wait.
the door creaked as it opened, making satoru cringe as a result before he could assess who appeared behind it.
“‘toru…” the black haired teen sighed, instantly tucking his head into the crevice of sartoru’s neck.
“suguru? fuck, what happened to you?” the teen tried not to stumble backward at the sudden weight against his body, hurrying to wrap his arms around the latter as he kicked the door shut again behind him. “you reek of alcohol, dude. what happened to not being a lightweight?”
as though the words were just going in one ear and out the other, suguru only giggled in response, still leaning onto satoru as though unaware of the sheer amount he was putting on the other teen’s body. satoru, slightly skinnier in comparison, huffed as he eventually just settled for throwing the other on his bed, his eyes following as suguru bounced against his mattress.
“fucking shoko,” the light haired teen muttered beneath his breath, searching around his room for his phone before he remembered tossing it at his wall in frustration too after losing his game the first time. once finding the blue case tucked away against an old take out box, satoru walked back over to a barely conscious suguru as he scrolled through his notifications.
‘2 messages from shokooooo:’
‘i thnk we drank too muc lol, sent sguru to ur room, srry’
‘mke sure be gets sum water in tonite, m not wasting rct on a a hangoverr <3”
“fucking shoko,” he repeated, even more displeased than he was before. how does one effectively deliver a silent treatment to the same person they’re supposed to suddenly babysit for the rest of the night?
the light haired huffed before flinging his phone away once again, eyeing the unmoving hunk of meat taking up space on his twin mattress, dozing off without a care in the world. he kicked his foot against suguru’s shin in an attempt to wake him up, only to yet again be met with no response. his cursed energy was aberrant due to the influence of alcohol, but ultimately nothing worrying, and his breathing was fine, so he could at least confirm he wasn’t dead or dying.
outwardly groaning, satoru found himself crouching to the latter’s feet, forcibly removing suguru’s sneakers in an attempt to at least get him a little more comfortable.
“i better not hear,” grunt “another complaint,” huff “come out of your mouth,” sigh “ever.”
a small mumbling sound escaped the teen below as satoru finished removing his hoodie, suguru now only being left in his underwear. clearly, summer heat, all thick black clothing, and an influx of alcohol don’t mix well, and satoru probably would’ve commented on it before he left if he hadn’t been busy ignoring him that is.
“sat’ruuu,” suguru moaned out, his arms sprawling out as though in search of something. satoru pressed his lips together at the sight, trying to remind himself of his anger.
in what universe would suffering like this be better than just staying in with your (not) boyfriend? satoru’s has witnessed plenty of near death experiences that didn’t look half as dreadful as suguru currently appeared.
regardless, this current situation still posed a massive issue for the teen, both physically and mentally. taking in a large huff, satoru used as much strength as he could muster to push suguru’s legs to the other side of the twin bed, now cursing those same muscles he used to praise so dutifully before. suguru seemed to be trying to help as well, keyword trying, but ultimately just made the process harder as his jelly-like limbs kept getting tangled in the sheets.
spurting out his last bit of energy, a painful sounding thud notified satoru of the younger’s arrival in his new position. surguru let out a low groan as he cupped his nose with his hands after making an unfortunate contact with the wall.
“oops,” satoru muttered unforgivingly, reaching for his nightstand to grab a half empty water bottle. He spun the bottle around in his hand, examining for any potential impurities as he was pretty sure it had been sitting out for at least a week, ultimately declaring it suitable.
“open up.”
suguru opened his mouth. climbing onto the bed, the older sat himself on top of suguru’s lap before lugging his body into a sitting position against the headboard. the cheap metal slammed against the wall once the sudden force was applied, surely leaving some form of a dent. unlike suguru’s bed, satoru’s wasn’t as equipped for the disturbance the pair tended to cause; it took 3 separate noise complaints from their classmates before geto caved and bought a pillow specifically to lodge between his headboard and the wall. while it may have taken away from the carefully crafted ambiance of his room, it was either that or an awkward visit from yaga regarding their overly active and intruding sex life.
satoru tucked his fingers snuggly beneath suguru’s chin before tilting it upwards, gently tugging the cap off of the bottle between his thighs with his free hand, “try not to choke.”
mouth still agape, a stream of water tenderly fell into the younger teen’s mouth as satoru kept his face properly positioned with his hands. he tentatively watched as suguru’s adam’s apple bobbed after the water awkwardly sloshed around in his mouth, checking for when to pull the bottle back to make sure it didn’t overflow. suguru’s brows arched in a mix of ache and determination; taking down this much water at once after a long night of drinking couldn’t have been good, but satoru didn’t have the patience to babysit him taking little sips for the next thirty minutes. while a bit unethical, it was undoubtedly way more effective, and it’s not like suguru really had room to complain in the state he was in.
they repeated this process until the bottle reigned empty. satoru crushed the bottle with his hand before throwing it somewhere around his room. in a more sober state, suguru would’ve made some irksome comment about how he should finally take the time to empty his trash can so he could use that instead of treating his room like one. maybe there was some benefit to him being inebriated, as he was currently still busy recovering from satoru’s impatient hydration tactic.
his clock taunted him with a reminder of how late the night had drawn since suguru’s arrival. the older huffed, knowing his body well enough to know that it would take at least another half hour before he got tired again, meaning he might as well try to get comfortable given the circumstances.
annoyed, the teen glanced behind him once more at the mass that currently took up the majority of the space on his bed, eyeing as suguru’s chest rose and fell as his eyes fluttered, only to be interrupted by the occasional hiccup. at this point, his body had slouched down enough that he was practically laying down, more than likely on the verge of falling asleep himself. his hair, appearing rough and unpolished as compared to its usually tamed state, aimlessly sprawled across his face and the pillow as a result of the hassle it took to get him onto the bed. satoru’s lips curled in interest as he scoured for his phone, flipping over to the camera before taking at least a dozen pictures. at least there was one good thing he had gotten out of the night.
a yawn escaped from his lips as the teen finally tucked himself beneath the sheets. the thought of potentially switching sides with suguru in case he urgently needed to leave the bed crossed his mind, but the reminder of the initial struggle just to get him to the side he was currently on ultimately made him decide against it. hopefully, in the worst case scenario, he would just get a rude awakening the next morning to suguru tripping over him on his way to the nearest trash can.
he shuddered at the thought. there was no way in hell being this out of it would ever be anywhere near as fun as just binging digimon and eating junk food till you get sick. they could make fun of him for being “sheltered” as much as they wanted too, doesn’t change the fact that clearly they’re the ones with the fucked up idea of entertainment.
snuggling back up into his sheets, the teen flipped open his phone, tapping away at the buttons on his phone as he navigated any worthy apps to play until he inevitably got sleepy again. if he was lucky, he’d finally start getting drowsy before 5.
unexpectedly, a pair of warm, sturdy arms wrapped around his body from behind, clearly surprising satoru as he proceeded to drop his phone for what felt like the tenth time that night. a small grumble vibrated against the shell of his ear as the source of the sudden warmth behind him tucked his face into the older’s neck.
“the fuck are you doing?” satoru questioned in annoyance, obviously still latched onto his grudge from earlier as it was rare for him to reject intimacy from geto of all people. in fact, he would normally be bursting at the seams for the unique chance to see suguru openly clinging onto him for once, however, he was readily prepared to die on this hill by forcing surguru to face his consequences.
“what does it look like ‘m doing?” the latter quickly retorted. it seemed as though he had sobered up a good bit since he had first intruded upon gojo’s peace, but that didn’t mean he had fully escaped the hefty grip of cheap beer just yet.
it was becoming increasingly hard to take him seriously, but could you blame him? to see the usually poise, calculated, “stick-up-his-butt” suguru allowing himself to overly-indulge in such a way that yaga would have a field day coming up with punishments was nothing short of laughable for satoru. what was he doing trying to go to sleep so soon? if anything, he should be basking at the opportunity to witness the latter in such a state, maybe even get a bit more blackmail out of him to use the next time he decides to choose alcohol over his best friend/fuck buddy/future husband.
a dirty grin began to spread upon satoru’s lips as he embarked upon his new source of interest.
“it looks like you’re using your drunken state to take advantage of your poor, innocent, unsuspecting, beautiful friend of whom so thoughtfully lent you a safe place to sleep, even after you betrayed him by choosing dirty alcohol over his love.”
a few silent seconds hung in the air before a muffled laugh filled the room; satoru squirmed at the heat against his skin. “you fuckin’ wish, dickhead. and i didn’t choose alcohol over ‘your love’,”.
suddenly, and surprisingly, sartoru’s body was forcibly shifted to the center of the bed as suguru lurked on top of him, his untamed locks now framing the older’s face as he now found himself pinned below him, “i invited you to come with us even if you didn’t wanna drink, you were jus’ too busy pouting to take the offer.”
satoru urged his gaze to shift, refusing to allow suguru the satisfaction of his undoubtable flirtatious affects. regardless, he could still feel his face heating up, mentally cursing his genetics for granting him such pale skin that never failed to snitch on him given the opportunity.
“fuck you, dude. you know how stupid i’d look going to a bar just to watch you and shoko’s drinks at some fuck-ass booth while you get handsy with your pick of the litter. i may not look like it, but i do have some semblance of self-respect, and i’d easily choose staying at home as opposed to getting cucked by you and some random highschooler.”
suguru shifted at the sudden onslaught of accusations, almost as though he weren’t previously aware of the implications inviting satoru would have. admittedly, he may have overexaggerated it a bit in an effort to make the younger show at least some form of guilt, but it’s not like he wasn’t enjoying the result.
“firstly,” the black-haired teen began, pressing himself further into satoru’s space as he began to close the distance between the two, “i’m more into cougars.”
satoru furrowed his brows at the comment, earning a quiet chuckle from suguru, “and secondly, you wouldn’t have been ‘cucked’ because i didn’t even end up getting with anyone tonight.”
satoru’s resolve had seemingly broken as he finally met suguru’s entracing gaze. the entire time he hadn’t been looking, suguru hadn’t taken his eyes off of him, nor his other attributes, for even a second, his chest heaving with thinly veiled desire as he scanned. the older smirked once he noticed.
“and why would that be, suguru? have you finally lost your game? the girls not into the piercings anymore? i mean, don’t take my word for it, but i told you they could only get you so far.”
the grip on his wrist strengthened and it took everything in him not to groan at the feeling of his skin stretching beneath the unforgiving press. suguru released one of his hands from it’s grip, using its newfound freedom to gracefully trace along satoru’s upper body before landing at his cheek. he dipped himself slightly more into his personal space so that their lips were merely centimeters apart; the smallest nudge, and they would be connected.
“oh no, i still had plenty of women throwing themselves at me, i jus.… couldn’t find it in me to entertain any of it. not when i couldn’t get my mind off you.”
satoru practically snorted, the wisps of his bangs brushing against suguru’s tan skin as he shifted himself up onto his elbows. suguru stayed in place, his face now flush against the older’s midsection. of course, he wasn’t even fully granted that as his ability to reach the pearly exterior of satoru’s smooth and welcoming tummy had been so rudely interrupted by the faded tee with the school’s logo he had been wearing. this naturally led him to instead lock eyes with the older from below, staring pathetically as though he were a child and satoru had just stolen candy from him. (although maybe that wasn’t the best analogy as satoru probably wouldn’t feel any remorse stealing candy from a kid).
“look,” the older began as though completely unaffected by suguru’s wordless pleas, “you can’t possibly expect me to suddenly believe you spent the entire night drinking your sorrows away around of a bunch of happy, drunk teens because i wasn’t with you when i quite literally asked you to spend the night with me before you even decided to go?”
suguru huffed, choosing to take some of the weight off of his arms by snuggly wrapping them around satoru’s waist instead, tucking his head atop the older’s abdomen and humming against it. satoru had half a mind to punch him in his stupid head right then and there, and depending on the way his dick decided to react, he just might.
“‘m telling the truth though. i got there, had a few drinks, and just sat there until i got bored and drank some more. wasn’ fun without you”
the older sighed, thankful that his dick managed to remain calm despite the sudden shift in position.
“orrr, you perfectly curated a plan in which you could both get shitfaced with shoko and get your dick wet in the same night; you go out and get drunk out of your mind without me and then come home and try to flirt slash plead your way into my pants while using your drunkenness to your advantage. win-win, right?”
the latter practically scoffed against his stomach, tearing his face away from his shirt to face the older with a humorous look, “you’re making it sound like i’m some sort of super villain. its not my fault that you don’t like getting drunk, and it’s especially not my fault that you act like such a fuckin’ brat after not getting your way even though i gave you a clear cut compromise.”
satoru was getting tired. well, not actually of course, just tired of arguing with suguru over a choice he made. if his grip wasn’t so stupidly strong, he would’ve long pried himself out of the younger’s hold, forcing him to go back to his own dorm as he was clearly sober enough to not need anyone watching over him anymore.
“you’re right, it’s not your fault. what is your fault though is the amount of lotion and tissues you’ll inevitably be wasting tonight because if you think we’re fucking just because you got lonely halfway through your, as i predicted, miserable bar visit tonight then you’re as dumb as you look right now, which is pretty fucking dumb if you needed a reminder.”
after suddenly gathering the strength to finally make an effort to move, suguru quickly began to protest, only wrapping tighter once satoru actually began to struggle.
“suguru, fuck off! i’ll literally turn infinity on right now, i'm not joking!”
the younger attempted to contain his laughter and satoru had begun to wonder if his drunkenness could even be used as an excuse anymore or if this dude just genuinely deserved to be launched into the wall right now.
“no wait! i’m, i’m sorry, i promise! jus-just lemme talk, please!”
“you’ve been talking, and all i’m hearing is a load of blue-balled bullshit!”
by now, he was practically dragging their bodies across the short length of his bed. granted, he hadn’t been making much progress as suguru alone was already a brute force to handle, let alone with his drunk dead-weight added. at this point, it would be practically impossible to truly escape his grasp without dislocating something, and he’d rather spare himself the trouble while shoko’s not readily available.
“okay, okay fine! i’ll leave as soon as i’m done talking please, ‘toru!”
the older grit his teeth, realizing he really had no choice but to comply as it was clear he wasn’t getting anywhere like this.
he groaned, “you have one minute until i use blue to blast you off myself.”
suguru sighed, quickly sitting up while still holding a firm grip on the older as though he were a dog ready to run away at the slightest hint of weakness. in reality, the threat was far worse than that.
“a few days ago, i saw this.. this family. it was like, 3 or 4 kids and these parents. they couldn’t have been older than us, i-i think i even saw the guy’s university id…”
the longer suguru trailed on, the less satoru was seeing the point, and with how irritated he already was, that was the furthest thing from a good sign for the latter.
regardless, the younger trailed on, “the kids, i mean, they were young so of course they were a little rowdy, but they were still really cute. n’ the parents, they seemed like… i don’t know, they had everythin’ figured out.”
by this point, satoru had been fighting back a yawn, “can you get to the point where this is relevant to you gettin in my pants.”
a small smile spread across suguru’s face, catching satoru slightly off guard because it were as though he had taken a complete 180 in emotion in the past few seconds, “when i got to the bar tonight , i just… i couldn’ stop thinking about it. i didn’t even care about going out anymore because.. all i could think about wus coming back and… being with you…”
huh?
suguru’s grip began to tighten once more, his hands trailing from satoru’s arms to his waist once more as they quickly found comfort in the welcoming dip before his hips began.
“wait, suguru are you still drunk?”
suguru, completely disregarding satoru’s concern, continued on, “i think ’m ready satoru… i don’t care how young we are, we’re th’ strongest, if we can handle curses, we can handle babies, right?”
satoru couldn’t decide whether to laugh or pull through on his threat from earlier of blasting suguru through the wall. while it was rare for suguru to get this drunk, even when he was drunk, he usually had some semblance of sanity still holding him down, but this? this had truly been a new low.
“satoru,” suguru cupped him closer, his nose tucking into the crook of the older’s neck as his hitched breath grazed the sensitive skin, “i wanna fuck you, ‘n keep fucking you until you’re pumped full of my kids. i-i can do it, i swear. i’ll keep goin’ until i know for sure you’re pregnant, even if we go all night. i-i need you, satoru, please let me.”
satoru’s throat constricted as though his body were fighting the latter’s touch, “suguru, what are you…”
“please, satoru, have my babies. i won’t do it with anyone else, i need you, please.”
a part of satoru wondered if he were dreaming? maybe his mind was formulating some fucked up wet dream in an effort to comfort himself from his rough rejection earlier that afternoon. although, satoru’s never had any specific kink for having kids so he wouldn’t be sure where his brain was pulling that from.
however, suguru’s relentless grip around his waist, followed by his lazy, yet determined gnawing at his neck all but reminded him of the very much reality of the current situation. even drunk, the latter still managed to remember the very buttons to press that had satoru melting beneath his hold; the grounding pressure had almost been enough to distract him from the suguru’s sudden fixation on getting him pregnant.
“you’re… fucking weird,” the older breathed between breaths, clearly noncommittal to actually insulting suguru as he was too preoccupied getting his neck chewed off.
“i’m serious, ‘toru,” the younger broke away, kissing the splotchy red mark he left upon his departure. “i, i found this curse on my mission last week, n’ i read up on it. it should help, i think.”
satoru managed to break out of his arousing haze into laughter, his hand raising to gently card his fingers through suguru’s hair at the rise of his confusion.
“only you would manage to turn some fucked up kink into a research project.”
“you don’ believe me?”
noticing his sudden spike in intensity, satoru’s interest had only heightened more. he initially had planned to play it off as just some drunken blabber, inevitably recounting it to the younger tomorrow over breakfast to get a reaction, maybe even bring it up for a few weeks as punishment for getting that drunk in the first place. yet, it seems with every passing minute, suguru is only growing more and more adamant. almost as though somewhere in that big brain of his, he’s genuinely convinced himself that with enough determination, and a strong enough curse apparently, he’d actually be able to successfully impregnate his friend.
the whole situation at its core was laughable, a tragic irony at best. out of the two, suguru would be the first person to constantly turn down any of sartoru’s attempts at progressing their relationship. apparently over six months of being friends with benefits that occasionally went on dates wasn’t enough of a reason to earn satoru the title of a boyfriend, yet suguru was suddenly dead set on making him the mother (?) of his child. suddenly he was supposed to be on board with being teen parents with the same person he, just a few days ago, had to beg for the privilege of a kiss in public.
satoru knew better than to actually get troubled over drunken blabber, but a part of him couldn’t stand feeling the way he did. he tried to avoid the topic of romance around suguru, as it was clear something was holding him back, something preventing him from the outcome they both so obviously shared. satoru had spent a depressing amount of sleepless nights hyper analyzing himself, the way he is around suguru, his attempts at deeper intimacy, hell, even his own performance during sex, trying to figure out why he couldn’t be enough. it didn’t matter how intelligent he was perceived by the public, he had tried, and there was clearly no formula out there that could solve the reason why he wasn’t worth more.
so, how does he decide to proceed with this situation that was clearly only going to be more emotionally damaging to both parties if it were to continue. the same way he always does, obviously: with humor!
satoru swallows the thick collection of dejection that had gathered at the base of his throat, throwing on a quick smirk, “of course i believe you, suguru. i’m totally sure you just so happened to find this perfect curse that somehow has the magical powers of impregnating biological men.”
suguru’s brows furrowed at the clear flippancy in the older’s tone.
“ i guess i’m just a little less confident in your ability to actually do it. i mean, you can barely formulate a sentence, i doubt you can even live up to your regular stroke game, let alone one strong enough to actually get me pregnant.”
a hitched laugh escaped the younger, almost as though satoru’s teasing words were the last ingredient in the mixture to finally set him off. even drunk, a pissed off suguru usually proved to be quite the experience in bed; satoru couldn’t help but get excited as the latter slipped his hand beneath his t-shirt, forgoing any attempts at being gentle.
“then it wouldn’ hurt to try, right ‘toru? you’ll let me try?”
the younger’s warm hands travelled upon the expanse of his torso, ghosting above his chest as satoru’s t-shirt bunched irritatingly beneath his chin, “sure … fuck, whatever it takes for you to keep going.”
suguru brightened at the abrupt consent, his hands taking the demand passionately as he began groping at the older’s chest. satoru released a quiet moan as the skin of suguru’s palms, feathered with calluses from his work, brushed against his nipples.
“just fuckin take of off already, shit,” satoru begged in annoyance, untangling his fingers from suguru’s locks as he quickly snatched his shirt off. even inebriated, suguru still found entertainment in his brattiness.
“you’re already so sensitive here,” he began, his head inching further up the expanse of satoru’s stomach as he now found himself eye to eye with his own preoccupied hands, “when you’re knocked up, it’s only gonna get worse. they’ll get full of milk, so they’ll get… irritated more easily. you’ll probably get horny when they rub against your shirt n’ stuff.”
satoru flushed at the thought, biting his lips in to try and stuff his arousal, “jesus, s-shut up already.”
suguru smirked, “as you wish.”
without hesitation, his mouth rushed to wrap around the pink bud his hand had relinquished the responsibility of. suguru felt as it hardened beneath the attack of his tongue, saliva quickly building up upon the skin as he lazily lapped around the stiffness.
satoru whined at the unexpected eagerness, refusing to look at the embarrassing display of affection. suguru chuckled at the sight, taking satoru’s response as a sign to switch his attention to the other bud as well. the older crumpled at the action, desperate whimpers escaping his plump lips as his back arched against the mattress.
suguru finished his task with a ‘pop’, rubbing over the buds one last time as he appreciated his work. satoru slightly twitched at the act, his mouth opening shamelessly as though already exhausted from the prior interaction.
“they’ll look so pretty once they’re leaking, i can already imagine the taste,” suguru mindlessly murmured against his skin as he gently pressed kisses to the previously abused area. his hands traveled further down, now resting against the hem of his underwear. satoru couldn’t tell whether he wanted to thank or curse his previous self for tossing away his pants earlier; regardless, it only made suguru’s onslaught easier as he didn’t even bother to pause before snatching down the material, revealing his heat to the gentle chill of the night.
satoru shivered as his skin was ruthlessly exposed; he internally mourned the heat he complained of earlier as the coldness began nipping away at his vulnerable length. granted, he was sure suguru would do good on warming him up in a few minutes.
“so wet for me, huh? and to think you tried to pretend you weren’t already turned on,” suguru mocked, the tip of his finger teasing the tip of satoru’s leaking slit.
“mmfg… shut up. you’re hard on … has been pressing against my leg for the past ten minutes,” the older breathed out between moans. suguru chuckled. he shifted his body further down the length of satoru’s, his warm breath grazing the flushed tip of satoru’s dick. he grasped at the nearby sheets, arching further and bucking his hips in an attempt to have his length deep inside that same heat.
once again, geto proved even drunk, he was still an asshole. he managed to move out the way just in time for satoru’s plan to fail, his dick instead landing flush against suguru’s cheek. he smiled, wrapping his hand around satoru’s dick so that his heat was dutifully sandwiched between both suguru’s hand and the side of his face; satoru could’ve cried right then and there.
“so desperate, but you can’t even properly seek out my mouth,” suguru continued to tease, angling his face so that he could press small pecks against the side of his length, earning pointless babbles from satoru. “ah, i should probably be a bit nicer. you'll be carrying our children soon, i wouldn’t want to stress you out.”
satoru had been so out of it, he didn’t even care if suguru was still committed to the bit; he was gonna die if he didn’t cum in the next two minutes. fat tears had begun rolling down his flushed cheeks as his arousal only grew the longer geto held his release off.
suguru hummed, finally positioning himself so that his mouth rested properly on top of the older’s tip. without warning, he slowly began to sink down, his hands gripping the latter’s thighs as his mouth engulfed more and more.
while satoru wasn’t bigger than suguru, he still wasn’t small by any means. if geto didn’t have as much experience as he did abusing his gag reflex, he definitely would’ve had more trouble taking all of satoru in. that’s part of the reason gojo enjoyed suguru going down on him as much as he did; while he could be cruel about it, the reward was more than worth it.
“oh f-fuck, s’guru!” the older exclaimed, carding his fingers through suguru’s hair as the latter’s lips reached his pelvis. the warm hold of the inside of his mouth soothed sartoru’s nerves in a way words couldn’t describe.
the pair sat there for a minute, suguru allowing satoru to adjust to the feel before the older tugged impatiently at his locks. suguru groaned in disapproval before ultimately giving in, rising from his home against the older’s pelvis before sinking back down again, making sure to hollow his cheeks and angle his head in just the way satoru liked it. tears clung to the older’s pale lashes as suguru persisted with the motions, the heat in his abdomen growing every time the tip of his dick caressed the back of suguru’s throat.
wet, sloppy sounds filled the serenity of the night’s atmosphere; gojo’s hips bounced fiercely against the mattress, his dick languidly chasing that high it felt with every stroke of suguru’s tongue. geto’s own work paralleled, meeting the older halfway as he matched his uneven strokes.
satoru’s whines and desperate pleas worked as music to suguru’s ears. as satoru neared his release, his body began twitching almost uncontrollably. suguru was used to the teen reacting like this and also equally knew how to take care of it.
firmly, he slipped his hands between satoru’s ass and the mattress on both sides of his hips, cupping them in such a way so that he could firmly press his spasming pelvis into the sheets, promptly preventing his body from resisting and forcing the pleasure upon his senses.
satoru cried, his freedom of movement being stripped away from him as his nerves were overloaded with ecstasy. his body, stuck between wanting to chase his high or run away from it, cowered at the hand of suguru’s dominance.
“f-fuck suguru, ‘m gonna cum…”
suguru’s scalp burned as satoru began to pull against the strands of his hair. he could feel his length twitching against his throat, his movements only pacing faster to accommodate satoru’s ever approaching climax. satoru’s chests rose and fell with fervor; it was a matter of seconds before a drawled out moan echoed throughout the room, hot liquid pouring down the younger’s throat.
suguru kept his lips wrapped around the latter for a few more seconds, expecting a few more spurts of cum as his body trembled and recovered from his release.
“mmm… off…” the older groaned, tugging, a bit softer this time, at suguru’s hair until he slowly pulled himself away. his dick, flushed and coated in spit, slapped against his thigh as suguru let off, his body jerking as the sudden sensitivity.
“good job, ‘toru,” the younger praised, rubbing at the marks he had left upon his hips. they were definitely going to bruise.
the older only grumbled in response, fatigue already running through his veins at the result of his release. suguru chuckled, pressing a light pinch to the soft skin of the latter’s ass to keep him awake, “not yet. we still have somethin’ to do, remember?”
satoru let out a loud groan at this, his brows furrowing in annoyance, “you’re still on about that?”
suguru sat back on his knees, a content smile sitting on his lips as he ran his fingers across the extensive length of satoru’s pearly legs before he resettled back between them, “you said you were gonna let me try, satoru.”
the older huffed, swiping his sweaty bangs off of his forehead in irritation, “whatever. just be quick, i don’t wanna be up all night.”
suguru repositioned his hands back into their warm home beneath satoru’s ass, groping at the plumpness before using them to angle his pelvis forward.
“what the fuck!” satoru screamed, trying to back away from the arrival of the wet muscle against the rim of his ass. suguru hummed, ignoring the older before sinking back down between his cheeks.
his tongue carefully lapped around its pink edge, teasing the sensitive nerves before ultimately slipping inside. suguru worked quickly, yet efficiently, the muscle lapping at the velvety, warm insides, coating it in saliva until it was leaking on the sheet beneath them.
satoru grovelled in defeat, his body succumbing to the pleasure as geto continued his persistence. his legs, stretched uncomfortably wide, trembled at the humiliating noises; subtle slurps resonated through the room, leaving no place for him to escape. disregarded pleas of protest escaped his whimpering lips, suguru too preoccupied to realize, only noticing the latter’s discomfort at the feeling of his thighs squeezing against his head.
he swiftly backed away, a string of saliva connecting between satoru’s entrance and his mouth while his chin glistened with spit, “sorry, ‘toru.”
the white haired teen huffed, “you freak, just use the fucking lube, its right there, i could’ve gotten it for your lazy ass.”
“i don’t want anything risking the course of the process. the curse’s technique is very sensitive, even the smallest unbalance could ruin everything,” the younger explained, gently rubbing satoru’s thigh in remorse.
“it’s fine, just, nothing else weird in my ass for the rest of the night.”
suguru didn’t respond, instead taking time to massage the gathered wetness into satoru’s heat. he began with two fingers, knowing the older would complain if he wasted time with just one; the pulsing sensation wrapped around suguru’s digits as he began the slow back and forth motion. it didn’t take long before the tension satoru was once enveloped by escaped his body, his chest falling back against the bed within a few seconds as the pleasure clouded his mind.
by now, suguru had more than memorized the inside of satoru; the feeling of every ridge, the sweltering heat that opposed that of satoru’s natural exterior chill, the spots that remain bruised from their previous eventful nights, and most importantly, that precious bundle of nerves that hid tucked away near the lower end of his walls. without fail, they were quick to make him yelp, and any earlier semblance of silence they had attempted had been instantly forsaken.
suguru had managed to seek it out within seconds, having long mapped out exactly how to target each and every one of satoru’s buttons. the older groaned as his back arched against the mattress, high pitched whines expressing his content.
“s’guru, hurry up…” the older whined, clearly desperate for a bigger stretch that geto was more than willing to give him. a swift kiss was placed right beneath his belly button before a third finger snuck its way in beside the others.
“i can’t wait for your bump to show. you’ll look so pretty with your belly full,” his tongue licked a wet stripe from his pelvis to his navel, satoru’s dick jumping at the sensation as a quick giggle interrupted his moans.
“so… fuckin’ hng…. weird.”
suguru responded with a pleasant hum, his fingers curving to press roughly and directly against his prostate. satoru’s hips bucked as he cursed, but suguru’s attacks here were still relentless.
“s-stop suguru… ‘m gonna cum again, stop.”
“why should i? you clearly want it, just look at you.”
satoru let out a long moan, his length, leaking with precum, threatening to burst at any moment. suguru could tell he was nearing yet another release as his soft walls clenched around his fingers, legs trembling beside his head. the younger placed yet another kiss atop his lower stomach, feeling as his muscles constricted beneath his skin.
“f-fuck, don’t stop…”
the black haired teen pressed his teeth against the soft fat, squeezing the skin between canines hard enough to leave a mark. satoru screamed, his body spasming as he climaxed once again. ropes of cum sprawled across both himself and geto’s upper body, the younger moving to lick up any of the mess upon satoru as the older twitched beneath him.
“no more, suguru, please.”
suguru swallowed, “i know, ‘m sorry. i just need you relaxed or else this isn’t gonna work.”
satoru sighed, his lips turning into a pout as he attempted to escape the latter’s embrace. apologetic, suguru lifted himself up to place a chaste kiss against the older’s pouted lips, enveloping him in yet another soon after as his attention was caught. satoru wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling suguru further into the kiss before he could escape.
it wasn’t often that suguru allowed himself to express his affection through kisses; he was typically quick and purposeful with his actions when they fucked, rarely ever letting himself get carried away enough for anything besides chasing his release. satoru eventually got him a bit more warmed up to the embrace as their relationship continued, taking advantage of suguru’s exhaustion after they finished to lazily kiss at his neck, whining until he reciprocated. obviously, he ended up giving in.
it was basically routine after that: they would fuck and then make out until one of the two fell asleep. it wasn’t much, but it was still a win in satoru’s book.
granted, to see suguru initiating it now was definitely not something he could’ve predicted, but he wasn’t necessarily mad at it either. he just wished he would have the courage to do this when he wasn’t drunk, but baby steps were fine too.
a deep groan vibrated against satoru’s lips, his mouth opening at the indirect command as suguru’s tongue slipped in beside his own. he could taste his own salty expense from earlier as suguru explored his mouth, the pair sharing rushed breaths as their bodies meshed together.
satoru could feel suguru’s own hardened length against his abdomen, his own perking up at the proof of his pleasure. he’s surprised suguru had spent so long focusing on just satoru; not that suguru was above pleasing him, but rarely ever did he last this long without at least taking his own dick out. it had to be painful.
the older bit down on suguru’s lip before taking one of his hands and tracing down the expanse of his body, stopping only to palm at the noticeable bulge constrained beneath his underwear. suguru let out a hitched breath, the skin between his brows creasing as the previously neglected area had finally been noticed.
“suguru, please, i need you,” satoru mumbled on top of his mouth, his hushed breath escaping in the form of a desperate cry.
his thin fingers gently released their hold, tracing the cottony material of his underwear before reaching the hem. determined, his hand slipped beneath the waistband, trailing further in pursuit of his erection. not once had satoru taken his eyes off of him.
“take it off,” suguru urged, satoru responding instantly as he swiped the material down by the band. the younger repositioned himself in order to assist in the removal, his length jumping tall and stiff upon its release. satoru bit his lip at the sight, upset that he had been refused the privilege of its arrival for so long.
he quickly sat up, his body overwhelming with need, only to be instantly pushed back down against the bed in his original position. suguru found his spot once again towering over him.
“just lay back, ‘toru,” he voiced reassuringly, gaze trailing satoru’s body shamelessly as he tucked his hands behind the black of the latter’s knees, forcing his legs to bend before he pressed them against satoru’s own chest.
the older caught on quickly, wrapping his arms around his own legs to help hold them up while geto worked. suguru pressed a kiss to his thigh in appreciation.
suguru’s hand sat expectantly below satoru’s mouth, his fingers wiggling gently to catch his attention. the older huffed before slightly leaning over, spit beginning to dribble out of his mouth as he kept his gaze trained on suguru.
“if you keep lookin’ at me like that, i won’t be able to control myself.”
the older grinned in satisfaction, licking his lips to rid of the excess saliva before laying back down. suguru merely shook his head, wrapping the now soaked hand around his own length in preparation.
“jesus christ, suguru, fucking put it in already.”
“so impatient,” suguru drawled, giving his dick one last stroke before moving. he angled his head expectantly against the rim of the older’s entrance. satoru grinded his hips slowly in anticipation, earning a short chuckle from the latter as his tip kissed the quivering hole.
pressing his hips down, suguru finally began, his tip penetrating first through the resistant tightness of satoru’s heat. no amount of preparation ever made it easier, not that suguru could complain, he didn’t mind working for his satisfaction.
“oh my.. f-fuck!” the older exclaimed as suguru continued to pierce through his insides, his thick length completely distorting his walls as they accommodated his intense size. it wasn’t long before he was fully infiltrated; satoru swore he could feel suguru’s presence up to his throat with how much he was overloading his nerves.
suguru’s pleasure wasn’t far off himself; his hunger grew as he slowly encroached into satoru’s space, the same velvety walls he felt surrounding his fingers before now feeling ten times more surreal as it snuggled his dick. his head was only inches away from satoru’s own, their bodies practically flushed together as they met near their lower halves. he could feel every hitched breath that escaped satoru’s lips against his skin, and he sure satoru could feel his own as well.
satoru’s eyes scrunched in a mix of pain and desperation, his body still clearly trying to accommodate to suguru’s size while his heart yearned for what was coming. a subtle laugh sat at the back of suguru’s neck, yet it escaped as a sultry grunt, his mind not being able to escape the addicting intensity enveloping his sex.
“move… move, now,” the older commanded between hitched breaths.
had he been in a better state, he would’ve forced satoru to wait longer for his rudeness, but he was far too drained to argue with either him or his own desires on this. not even a second had passed after satoru’s provision before suguru moved, pressing an initial thrust against his prostate, earning a quick moan, before slipping back out.
the pair fought the same way they fucked: they never saw a point in doing it if they weren’t going to give it their all, neither of them being willing to admit defeat easily either. the raw passion, suffocating adrenaline, and unfiltered intensity naturally drived their enthusiasm, sparking a profound craving for one another in an indescribable manner; ultimately, any prior discrepancies between the two were instantly put on the backburner for the shared goal of their mutual satisfaction.
mixing two teenage boys with scale-breaking amounts of cursed energy and equally as disturbing hormone levels only worked as a breeding ground for their respective vicious libidos; in more ways than one, they were more than aware that the only person of whom could ever properly meet their expectations would be each other, a bond that would attach them for life, regardless of their distance physically.
satoru bit his lip in anticipation as he felt suguru sliding out, knowing the latter wouldn’t be satisfied until his tip sat right back where it teased originally at the rim of his opening. without warning, he forced himself back inside, his length slipping in without the previous care he held merely moments ago and only finding himself satisfied once completely bottomed out.
satoru screamed behind his grit teeth as his back arched forcibly against the mattress. suguru knew how he played; satoru would be resistant against allowing himself to fall apart, only fully submitting after his prostate had been hit so many times he was virtually cock drunk. he enjoyed watching as his stubborn resolve slowly broke down over his dick.
suguru took advantage of his temporary distraction, slipping his hands behind his lifted waist and gripping before slamming once again, the older reigned unprepared as his walls were assaulted by the unexpected thrusts. it was a dirty move, which was exactly why suguru pulled it.
arms, of which were originally wrapped around the back of his neck, found themselves slowly slipping down the large spread of his back, deep scratches littering the tan surface. the marks served as a form of retaliation in the only way satoru could muster, his mouth, of course, far too engaged with his own mindless babbling and piercing cries to be of any use.
with every subsequent stroke, suguru could see his adamant defiance slipping further and further; his shameless pleas and streaming tears spoke for themselves. even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was already gone, lost to the relentless pressure against his delicate nerves.
“are you still mad at me, ‘toru?” suguru questioned, his breath ghosting the shell of the latter’s ear, only to be followed by a gentle lick to the flushed skin.
as expected, he wasn’t met with much of a response, his vocals strained from his prior crying, now being reduced to needy whines. his pupils blew wide and unfocused, warning suguru of his overstimulation as what little of his iris shown flickered in brightness amidst the darkness of the room.
usually, when satoru got like this, his consciousness basically drawn useless due to the abundance of information his mind was consuming, suguru would draw back and take a break. granted, he would normally be met with a series of complaints afterwards for pulling out; a small price to pay for caring about gojo satoru’s health supposedly.
however, this time was different; suguru had a goal in mind and he only had one chance to make it work. even if it went against what he believed was best, he knew the outcome would make it worth it. hopefully satoru would understand.
suguru’s strokes persisted, still prodding consistently at satoru’s weak points yet clearly not as precise as they once were. in the midst of his arousal-induced haze, a noise of confusion sounded from satoru below him, his brows furrowing cutely at the change of pace.
“sorry, satoru. got a little distracted.”
the older huffed, clearly too lazy to voice his annoyance, leaving him to pull lightly at his black locks instead. suguru stabilized his blows so as to not concern the latter any further than he already was. attempting to focus and succeed on both tasks at hand at the same time had proven difficult, but he would have to manage if he wanted to make use of all of his efforts leading up to this moment.
gentle groans escaped satoru’s blissed out figure, proving his immediate descent back into oblivion upon suguru’s acclimation. pleased at the state, he let out a small breath, taking the time to focus the proper amount of cursed energy to summon the presence that would be responsible for the success of his goal. it took a bit more effort than usual due to his mental barrier from both the previous alcohol and his current arousal, yet his determination clearly overpowered.
suddenly, a fine blob, no bigger than the size of a golf ball, appeared behind him; it was weak in ability, thus explaining its lack of extensive cursed energy, and had ultimately been an easy enough curse for suguru to defeat and take in alike. this had worked in his favor, as the minuscule change in the amount of cursed energy in the room had just barely missed satoru’s mental threshold; he was clearly relaxed enough not to care, or simply trusted suguru enough to believe he didn’t have to worry about any potential threats. regardless, it worked out perfectly.
suguru, of course, being the meticulous person he was, went over every possible direction his curse summoning could have taken in that moment, some of the more extreme ones ending with him blasted halfway across the dorms from blue with minor injuries if he was lucky. needless to say, he must’ve done a pretty good job breaking satoru down over the past hour or so to end up as unscathed as he was; even when he was out of it, gojo satoru was still gojo satoru. that grueling training from when he was a kid would forever be ingrained into him and he would probably never experience a day of true tranquility.
the latter whined beneath him, probably sensing suguru’s sudden fixation on him causing a shift in his mood in some freaky way. the younger sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple to calm his nerves, satoru leaning into the subtle affection.
“after this, i promise, you won’t ever have to worry about stuff like that again,” he began, manipulating the curse to inch closer, landing adjacent to suguru palm that now sprawled possessively against the soft fat of satoru’s belly. “i’ll make sure to protect you, both of you, from anything. you name it, i’ll make sure it’s taken care of.”
the curse, while weak in the context of jujustu, had still managed to be greatly useful outside of it. to summarize what he had learned from his research, the curse itself had manifested from a small fertility clinic tucked away in a less fortunate area of a sparsely populated city. women, having trouble finding success with their partners as they strived for children, would turn to the clinic for help. however, the town's citizens had leaned on the more conservative side, proving as a testament to their older demographic, and ultimately reflected in their local lack of funding designated for reproductive centers. they claimed that if it could not be done naturally, then it was not in the way of their god and that they were not worthy of the blessing of children.
couples would usually only use the help of the clinic as a last resort, opting to more accepted methods like praying at temples and making offerings to their gods with their most valuable items, yet most would still reign unsuccessful. the mixture of the town's disapproval for the clinic alongside its patients' guilt for relying on such a disgraceful method eventually curated a terrible curse. thankfully, they had caught word of it early, and suguru had managed to consume the curse before it had barely grazed the title of a grade one, initially annoyed at the fact that it had been misgraded in the first place, knowing that even haibara could have taken care of the issue fairly easily. it wasn’t until recently that he realized the grand fortune he was granted.
the size of the curse only worked as an advantage due to most of the curse's operation taking place internally. while suguru wasn’t one hundred percent sure how it worked, the basis of its skill stemmed from its ability to alter a human’s assets on a biological level, both producing and ridding of certain organs and hormones depending on its goal. due to the nature of its manifestation, suguru presumed that its main goal upon insertion would be to create a state most suitable for insemination.
it was a rough hypothesis, but suguru was confident in its ability to help reach his goal. satoru was strong, if he could face special grade curses, he wasn’t about to let a few extra organs take him out.
taking advantage of his sudden surge in assurance, he proceeded with the arrangement. almost as though he had completely forgotten about his own pleasure, suguru refocused onto the task before him. he slowed his strokes for a second, just long enough to allow the tiny curse he commanded to slip beside his length into the warmth of satoru's entrance.
a mix between a surprised groan and a shriek pierced through the air, suguru gently massaging the fat of satoru’s thigh apologetically.
“i know, i know, it’s almost done,” suguru spoke reassuringly, making use of his naturally sweet tone to calm the latter’s nerves. he was sure it had to be uncomfortable if not downright agonizing. there wasn’t enough preparation in the world that would made the situation any better; all suguru could do was try to distract him.
“w-what the fuck! get it out, shit!” the older groaned, clearly trying to force it out himself as he constricted around the object, only making its entrance harder.
suguru tsked. he hoped satoru wouldn’t have resisted it as much. he had obviously underestimated the amount of fight the teen would have left in him despite being worn out for so long. he would have to calm him down again if he wanted him to stop struggling.
“you can’t fight it, ‘toru, it’s just gonna make it worse,” the younger pleaded, wrapping his hand around satoru’s stiff length to try and divert his attention from the tortuous stretch he was feeling below. a soft moan interrupted his relentless cries, alleviating some of suguru’s own stress of the idea of satoru being in too much pain to handle.
realistically, it probably wasn't the size of the object that was causing the older so much distress as it wasn’t much bigger in width compared to suguru’s own girth, but more or so the lack of an ability to understand what was happening to him. satoru was used to constantly having control over what was happening in his life; being the strongest by proxy also meant effortlessly overpowering and outsmarting any dilemma that may present itself. being in a situation such as this, finding himself vulnerable and confused, was probably a first for satoru; once again, suguru was lucky he still had his life.
his distraction continued, his hand gliding up and down satoru’s erection as the curse continued its trek. by now, it had to be near its destination, reaching the last few inches of the deep cavity before it slipped into his intestines.
“just a bit longer, you’re doing so good,” the younger praised, rubbing his leaking tip in approval. satoru’s twitched against the bed at the feeling, his mind sifting between pleasure and pain during those final moments of that grueling stretch. choked moans quieted into nimble whines as the sensation dulled.
suguru could tell the worst of it was over as satoru’s body calmed, his mind now overtaken by his comforting strokes. the younger watched intensely at his abdomen, mouth opening in awe at the peculiar sight.
in a similar shape to the way the curse appeared outside of his body, a slight bulge appeared beneath the skin of satoru’s lower stomach; as it travelled, albeit slowly, the pale exterior stretched around it.
it was clear the two had very differing opinions about the sight before them: while suguru watched in almost captivating fascination, satoru squirmed in disturbance.
“suguru, what the fuck did you do?”
the sudden seriousness in the older’s tone dragged the black haired teen away from his focused attention below his navel, an oddly calm smile stretching across his face before he responded, “i told you i was going to get you pregnant, satoru. we just have one more step left.”
with eyes suddenly wide and alert, satoru slowly began to back away from the latter, small grunts of discomfort leaving his lips as the curse slipped around his organs, preparing the area for its work. it felt as though someone had cut his stomach open, slipped their hand inside, and sewed it back up, leaving just enough room to give their groping fingers full mobility. something in the back of satou’s brain willed him to puke, a sorry attempt at forcing the thing out of his body, but he was smart enough to know it wouldn’t do anything.
instead, he forced the bile down his throat, finding himself cornered by the same person responsible for his current disfiguration.
“‘toru, don’t look at me like that. it hurts my feelings,” the younger pleaded, wrapping his arm around satoru’s lower thigh to still his movements. he jerked away in response, wide eyes still trained on his figure as though he would retaliate at any given moment.
“get the fuck away, i’m not fucking joking.”
suguru’s smile creased as though hurt by his harsh words, yet it did little to actually stop his pursuit. as much as he didn’t want to admit, suguru had the upper hand.
it was rare that suguru gained the ability to overpower him, let alone actually use it against him; outside of when they fucked and satoru willingly set aside his dominance for the latter, satoru would be considered the more powerful out of the two. of course, they performed at their best as a team, but satoru had been training his technique since he was born while suguru had only started a few years ago. it went without saying that in a genuine fight, there was a higher probability of satoru winning than the latter, being weak, lower than, was not a part of satoru’s vocabulary.
as he sat currently under suguru’s all encompassing, almost predatory gaze, with the curse under his control running laps around his organs, satoru was rendered completely at suguru’s will. he could try to kill suguru first, but that would be at the risk of the curse currently inside of him taking him out from the inside as soon as he did, not to mention the rest of the curses suguru honed, which easily reached over hundreds in number.
“satoru, you promised you would let me try,” suguru reminded, that stupidly rational tone of his making satoru want to wring him at the neck.
“i didn’t think you were being fucking serious!”
suguru sighed, almost as though satoru was being the more unreasonable out the two, “regardless, i’m not entirely sure how the curse functions, let alone how long of a window we have before it starts doing permanent damage. we have to keep going whether you want to or not.”
the older teen clamored up, “what do you mean you’re not sure? what window? did you seriously stick a curse up my ass not even fully knowing what it’d do to me?”
the younger positioned himself between the older’s legs, climbing up between them until their faces were inches apart, “i don’t know, satoru, but what i do know is that i don’t want you to get hurt, so please, let me do this.”
satoru’s eyes widened at the sudden admission, partially wondering if it could be taken as a declaration of love before pushing the thought aside. taking in a deep breath, the older paused for a moment before closing the distance between them, pressing a kiss roughly against suguru as though taking his frustration out on his lips.
he broke away, “you’re insane, i hope you know that.”
the younger paused before smiling, turning his gaze back down to the area of interest as though dissecting how to best approach the situation. his length still stood embarrassingly hard against satoru’s leg, an appearance that would’ve definitely earned him a few jokes under different circumstances.
“we have to finish the process if we don’t wanna risk anything bad happening,” suguru informed, running his hands across the latter’s leg before tucking it behind his knee in a similar fashion to how he did earlier.
the older blushed at the explanation, fully aware of what suguru was implying. it wasn’t as though this was their first time, however, it still felt substantially different.
a subtle nod of approval was all it took for suguru to advance, once again positioning his tip against satoru’s entrance. by now, he had been more than stretched enough to easily take on that of suguru’s girth, although that didn’t make the experience any less captivating.
the teen below him gripped as the sheets beside his head, his brows arching in resistant pleasure as suguru deepened inside of him. it had been far more arousing than the curse had been, but he was still reluctant to express his content considering the context of the situation.
the curse still shifted actively inside, suguru’s dick pressing against his nerves simultaneously. with every thrust, the curse only excited more, the bulge in his stomach gliding around like a fish in a tank. embarrassingly enough, it only turned satoru on more, his dick twitching at the foreign movement that sparked with every brush against his prostate.
of course, suguru took note of this, his hands sliding from satoru’s legs to his stomach as he gently pressed against the fat. a deafening moan sounded at the result of the pressure, the younger only taking it as motivation to continue his actions.
the bed creaked ruthlessly below them, a testimony of their resurgence in affection. tears flowed from satoru’s eyes, soaking the pillow below him as he tried to escape the shame of the situation. suguru, however, reveled in the discovery, absorbing every reaction for the latter as a result of his persistent strokes and presses.
“fu-ck, suguru,” he moaned out, his legs trembling and revealing his fast approaching release.
suguru’s face ghosted above his chest, his fast breaths showering the flushed skin as he spoke, “i have to hngh… to come inside.. please, ‘toru.”
satoru’s nipples perked shamelessly at the stimulation, his face flushing intensely as he mindlessly nodded. if there was a thought in his brain telling him otherwise, he didn’t care enough to listen to it.
suguru pressed a kiss against his chest at the acceptance, earning a hitched moan as a result. a familiar burn was beginning to build near the base of his abdomen, resting just below the foreign curse. as though causing some sort of reaction, the curse suddenly bubbled in activity at a rate not seen previously. suguru’s thrust grew sloppy as he neared his own climax, still carelessly attacking his prostate.
the overwhelming amount of information flooding his brain at once hushed his moans until they were practically nonexistent, his voice croaking and body spasming as his seed spurt in embarrassing amounts. it wasn’t long until suguru followed closely behind, a long moan vibrating against satoru’s neck as a sudden heat flowed through his insides.
their chests rose and fell with vigor as they both came down from their highs, suguru collapsing beside him shortly before pulling his frame closer to him. his body felt as though it had been dragged through the mud, every joint and crevice burning from overuse. it wasn’t long before he had lulled himself to sleep to the sound of suguru’s breaths and the feeling of his warm skin pressing against his back.
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the black haired teen applied pressure to his temples. the unyielding strain behind his forehead drummed at his skull, making it almost impossible to focus on anything else besides trying to alleviate that tension.
the door to his room opened without warning, a small object being tossed into his free palm before the person it originally belonged to collapsed dramatically onto the mattress next to him. suguru looked back at satoru, taking note of his face that now found itself snuggly tucked between his sheets; a small grin spread across his face as the spotted his staring before his eyes shifted downwards, redirecting suguru’s attention to the small item sitting in his palm.
he looked down, eyeing the thin stick before he noticed he had been holding onto the wrong side, his face grimacing as he quickly flipped the stick to the other end. it had only taken a few moments that same morning for the events of the previous night to come flooding back into his head, only further troubling him alongside his aching hangover.
he made quick work getting dressed, hopping into whatever of his clothes he could find scattered around the room before running to the nearest convenience store. thankfully, the cashier had been on the younger end, clearly too irritated about having to work so early on a saturday morning to provide any comments about suguru’s odd cluster of items: a few pregnancy tests (the expensive kind so that they wouldn’t have to get a second opinion about the number of lines), a pack of cigarettes, and a family size bag of freeze dried skittles (the older teen had been obsessing over the candy for the past couple of weeks and he had hoped it would work as his first, of many, offerings for forgiveness.)
he rushed back, just barely managing to avoid the nosy gaze of his older classmate, before slipping back into satoru’s room. unexpectedly, he was still sound asleep; he was usually a lighter sleeper, waking up if suguru so much as breathed too loud. he internally reprimanded himself for being far too rough with him the night prior before gently waking him up.
now, about ten minutes later, the pair waited in lulling silence for the test to display its results. the small screen engraved into the stick alternated between one, two, and three dots, each change heightening the anxiety stirring in suguru’s chest. the younger had wondered if satoru had fallen back asleep due to his lack of movement next to him.
as though he could feel suguru thinking about him, the teen suddenly flipped around, letting out a loud huff before dragging his eyes over the latter’s frame. it was obvious something had been straining him mentally; suguru could tell by the way he repeatedly opened and closed his mouth that he was trying to say something but could find the proper words to communicate it, his frustration growing with every failed attempt.
suguru chuckled at the display, temporarily being distracted from the stress of the situation, “just say it, satoru.”
the older teen’s brows furrowed as a tight frown overtook his lips, “i… um, about last night.”
suguru paused. surely at some point they would’ve had to talk about it, he just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. granted, it was probably better now than later.
“i’m sorry, satoru. being drunk isn’t an excuse for what i put you through. i knew better than to put you in such a dangerous situation… and i understand if you don’t want to … uh … associate with me after this. i fully deserve it.”
a few seconds passed where neither of them said anything, suguru waiting for the worst, only to be harshly dragged out of his own fears by a piercing laugh. the younger could only observe in a mix of confusion and concern at the sight of satoru clutching at his stomach, practically rolling across the expanse of the bed until his giggles subsided.
“jesus, dude. dramatic much? i wasn’t talking about the curse thing, we’ve dealt with way weirder on missions,” the teen began, rubbing away at the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. “i meant about us, i guess. just, with the way you were acting last night. was it just a drunk thing, or…”
he didn’t finish, or rather, couldn’t. he bit awkwardly at his lower lip, still not exactly sure how to express his inquiry in a way that wouldn’t just cause the latter to clam up and deflect like he usually did.
it seemed that suguru understood what he meant well enough however. they tended to function like that, always comprehending the other’s intentions even if most couldn’t, another testament to their unique bond.
“yeah, i know. i was… drunk, yeah. but i’m still responsible for everything i said. it was inappropriate of me to take advantage of your feelings like that, and-”
“no!” satoru interrupted suddenly, his body quickly straightening up before the lessened the distance between the two. “no… i’m not trying to, make you feel bad or anything. it’s just…”
he once again hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line as he tried to formulate the words in his head. instead, he let out an annoyed huff, choosing instead to grab at suguru’s face, squishing his cheeks between his palms, before pulling him into a deep kiss.
the younger was caught off guard, convinced he wouldn’t even get the luxury of being able to kiss satoru again after the stunt he pulled yesterday. needless to say, he was more than ecstatic at the opportunity, instantly returning the affection as he ran his fingers through his white locks, deepening the kiss further.
it felt as though minutes had passed before they fully broke away, their quick breaths being shared between as the distance, although there, was still miniscule at best. a small smile tugged at suguru’s lips as he ran his fingers though satoru’s bangs, his eyes squinting cutely at the action.
the older teen dropped his gaze, dropping his head into the crevice of suguru’s neck, “suguru… i love you, like, really fucking love you, and it hurts every day that i can’t say it to you because i know you won’t say it back.”
suguru’s heart stopped as the confession surged straight into it, his eyes widening at the now shaking figure below him. he dropped his hold from the latter’s hair to the curve of his waist, wrapping snugly around the skin.
he continued, “i don’t know what’s stopping you, why you’re stopping yourself from taking what you clearly want. all i know is that the more we keep doing this, the worse it gets for the both of us.”
he sucks in a deep breath before pressing away from suguru’s body, retaining the distance as his gaze hardens upon his, “this is it, suguru. i’m done doing this if you can’t admit that you want me the same way i want you.”
satoru’s gaze slightly falters to the side, a small slip up in the confidence he worked diligently to maintain, “i may not show it all the time, but i have feelings, i have wants too, and i want you, suguru, and not just in this half-assed weird situationship way, i want you all the way. so it's that, or it's nothing. you decide.”
suguru breath hitched at the teen’s stern gaze, his ultimatum echoing throughout his head like a church bell. his throat constricted as it was now his turn to stir over the words he wanted to say.
“i want you too, satoru… all the way. its just, i’m scared,” he avoided his gaze shamefully, not willing to face the way his eyes churred with regard. the older teen was often described by those who knew him as rude and impassive, lacking the ability to care for anyone emotionally due to his overwhelming power straining his sympathy for the weak. suguru knew first hand that this couldn’t be further from the truth. “scared that, if this gets serious, that… somehow i’ll fuck it up, ruin everything, and i’ll lose you forever.”
his arms tightened around satoru’s waist, “i’d rather have you in this weird limbo between friends and something more than finally have you the way i want and risk never having you again. i care for you, in this kinda fucked up way that i can’t even describe; i’m always hungry for you, needing you in ways i’d never admit; i would never forgive myself if i lost you.”
satoru processed his revelation, his eyelids fluttering closed as he thought. suguru thought that was the end of it, the end of them. he ignored the tears that fought to escape as well as the burning in the back of his throat; he didn’t deserve to cry when he wasn’t the one being deserted.
“even sober, you’re still so stupid.”
satoru suddenly pressed their foreheads together, his eyes somehow brightening excessively as though suguru didn’t just turn his down.
“‘toru, what…”
“tell me suguru, what would you call two people who hang out almost all the time, share virtually everything, sleep together… in both senses… and understand and care for each other in such a strong sense that they can’t fathom being away from one another?”
suguru’s mouth pressed into a thin line. he could tell what satoru was trying to do, “satoru, that doesn’t matter-”
he’s cut off again, “christ, suguru. when i gave you that ultimatum, i was hoping to force you in the right direction. i didn’t think you’d still be so emotionally constipated that you wouldn’t realize you’re literally choosing your biggest fear over the obviously superior option.”
his brows dipped in confusion, the older laughing at the display before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose, “you love me too, suguru, and you won’t hurt me, not only because i wouldn’t let you considering that im not nearly as weak as you’ve somehow convinced yourself, but also because you’re not capable of it.
even in your worst moments, you still treat me as one of your top priorities. you’ve done nothing but express your guilt to me all morning, even if i wasn’t upset. you need to stop antagonizing yourself, suguru. the type of person you think you are and the type of person you’ve proven yourself to be are two completely different people.”
softly, satoru pressed his palm atop suguru’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through the thickness of his sweatshirt.
“i know who you are here. i fell in love with who you are here, so please, stop thinking so hard for like two seconds and admit that you want this too.”
the satoru before him was not one that commonly revealed itself. being raised the way he was, he was always told emotion was a sign of weakness; being forced to look at every interaction as though constantly in the midst of a battle, he quickly associated vulnerability with defenselessness. the six eyes could not afford to be vulnerable.
it wasn’t until he met suguru and studied his own habits that he realized that you didn’t have to choose between one or the other. you could be both strong and affectionate. having love and hope did not make you weak, nor did it make you lesser than. being a sorcerer, the only way to truly have an understanding of what you were doing and why you were doing it was if you found a way to fall in love with the life around you. that is precisely what satoru did.
in these past few years at jujustu tech, satoru fell in love over and over again; he found out that there was so many things to love: he loved his classmates, he loved digimon, he loved his nintendo, even if the games were rigged against him sometimes. he loved bright mornings as much as he loved quiet nights, he loved soft, fluffy pancakes topped with powdered sugar and syrup, he loved tucking his cold feet under the covers after a long day out, and god, he loved, loved, suguru.
he loved his flowy, perfect hair, he loved his shiny gauges, he loved his thick muscles, he loved his flavourful cooking, he loved that way he smelled like his coconut shampoo after his shower, he also loved how he smelled like sweat after he worked out. he loved the way his noise cancelling headphones helped him drown out the outside noise when he got overstimulated, he loved the way the skin between his eyebrows creased when he got angry, he loved the way he didn’t complain when satoru snuck into bed with him late at night, he loved the difference in the way he kissed depending on his mood, he just loved.
looking before himself at the very person who permanently altered his outlook on life and the people within it, he couldn’t believe that he saw someone that was holding himself back based on that very same ideology. he was determined to break him free and guide him the same way he did ever since that fateful day their first year.
tears slipped from his eyes uncontrollably, his heart yearned for suguru just as much as it begged for his reciprocation. suguru’s eyes glazed over as well but he hurried to shut them before anything came.
“satoru,” he began, his voice slightly cracking. “fuck… yeah, i love you too. i love you, so fucking much and, and i’m sorry i couldn’t say it earlier i just…”
he sucked in a breath, deciding to neglect the possibility of words entirely and just show satoru what he meant. they enveloped in yet another kiss, yet this one had been far different from any one they had shared before. now, their hearts thumped passionately at the knowledge of each others existence, their lungs accepting each other’s air with vigor, tongues entangling as though to express their desire to stay attached forever; in these few moments, their bodies were one, but from here on out, their souls would never be able to escape the other’s hold.
“dude, stop i can’t breath,” the older mumbled, giggling as he reluctantly pulled away. suguru followed as well, swiping his thumb across satoru’s reddened lower lip to feel the welcoming softness one more time.
it felt as though the weight of the world had been taken off his back; while it was definitely something suguru would have to grow accustomed to, allowing himself the freedom of his own desires felt undeniably incredible. being able to see satoru, his one and only, equally as blissful merely sealed the deal.
satoru groaned, “you suck for making me work my brain this hard this early in the morning, now you really owe me some strawberry cream waffles.”
suguru chuckled, hiding his face with his palm, “i don’t remember making that promise in the first place.”
he was met with a pinch on the side of his stomach for the witty response. he quickly jumped out of satoru’s grasp in order to escape any other attacks from his roaming hands, escaping the room as he made his way towards the communal kitchen.
satoru laughed as be fell backwards onto the mattress, knowing he was running away to avoid the teen looking at his blush; he had managed to catch the smallest glimpse of the red hue spreading across his tan skin within the first few seconds after they broke apart before the teen had quickly rushed to hide it. for someone with such a strong value for emotional competence, he sure hated showing it.
abruptly, he felt a sharp object poking at the base of his spine, causing him to let out a sharp gasp before rolling to the other side of the mattress. he rubbed at the now sore area of his back before turning to find the source of the pain, noticing the forgotten pregnancy test from earlier stuffed between the sheets.
it must have somehow landed there while him and suguru were talking, although it was definitely out of character for suguru to forget about something he had seemingly been so concerned about before. satoru, on the other hand, hadn’t been that worried.
he hadn’t known much about the curse, probably sleeping through it or drowning it out with his own daydreams while yaga was lecturing about it. however, he did have a pretty good sense of what was going on within his body with his six eyes and all. he woke up that morning feeling relatively normal, aside from the expected soreness from the events of the night prior. he used his technique to do a quick scan of his body attempting to locate any foreign cursed energy; the results came back regular, leading satoru to believe that either suguru must’ve messed up the required process somewhere down the line or that the curse merely succumbed to satoru’s immense power before ultimately taking itself out in fear. regardless, it didn’t appear to be an issue anymore, but he did get a good kick out of seeing suguru stress out about it for a bit, even quietly laughing to himself as the teen almost landed on his face trying to quickly get dressed that morning.
nevertheless, it was probably a good time to let the latter know all was well. after all, it would only be a matter of minutes before he came down from cloud nine only to realize they never officially confirmed whether they were in the clear or not. he could practically visualize the panic forming on suguru’s face.
satoru smiled to himself before reaching for the thin stick, the result of the test face down into the sheets. this whole entire situation had kinda put satoru’s future into a new perspective for him. the prospect of growing older never really crossed his mind, let alone settling down and having kids. since he was young, his distant family had always tried to instill in him values of seeking a wife and children once he got older, after all, he was basically a figurehead for the gojo clan after inhabiting his techniques. yet, he never really saw the seriousness in it all.
sorcerers didn’t get old, well, besides the old hags that made up the higher ups, and despite satoru’s tremendous power, he never really saw himself as an exception to that fact. not to mention that, before suguru, he never really saw himself truly falling in love with anyone, let alone enough to consider starting a family with them. but in these past few moments, now that he’s finally been able to validate and legitimize these feelings that had been plaguing him like a flesh-eating virus for the past few months, his idea of the future has definitely shifted some.
it was clear that suguru had some sort of desire for having children, even if it was revealed to him in the form of a drunken confession. taking the time to ponder about it now, he wouldn’t mind sharing that dream with suguru. of course, they would definitely be a bit older, probably well settled into their respective careers by then and hopefully married before deciding to take on such a huge responsibility. the teen’s heart warmed at the image. although he’s sure suguru would’ve had a heart attack at the idea, especially after just getting comfortable with them being in an official relationship, satoru was sure he would get around to it at some point.
breaking away from his colorful daydream, the white haired teen took one last glance at the stick now sitting face down in his hands, an idea sparking in his mind on how he could play one last trick on suguru. a dangerous smile spread across his lips before he jumped to his feet, practically sprinting towards the direction of the kitchen as excitement threatened to burst out of his chest.
it wasn’t long before he caught sight of suguru’s dark locks, now thoughtfully tied up as he was rinsing some of the dishes in preparation for the breakfast he was cooking. adjacent to him, shoko appeared too, her head resting atop her palm as she sat at a bar stool near the island, listening to something suguru was detailing while trying not to nod off. she was more than likely suffering from a hangover of her own, as noted by her tousled hair and the faint streaks of eyeliner and glitter smeared across her eyelids.
getting into character, satoru swiftly painted a frown across his face, instantly making his presence known as he released a dramatic cry.
“satoru? what happened,” suguru asked first, concern spread across his face as he neared satoru’s unsuspectingly theatrical appearance.
letting out yet another wail, the older whipped out the stick, catching the attention of both the other figures in the room. he watched giddily as suguru’s frame stiffened while shoko’s perked in interest, the previous drowsiness suddenly escaping her body. satoru purposefully played on their anticipation, his thumb covering the result displayed across the screen as he could practically see as a bead of sweat rolled down suguru’s temple.
without any further wait, he quickly snatched back the digit, letting the suspense sit in the air for a second longer before bursting out into laughter.
“you should seen you guys’s faces!” he exclaimed, almost rolling over at the solemnity of their expressions. a few more seconds passed before he finished, standing back up and expecting anger on both of their faces, however, all he was met with instead was persisting shock.
he lifted his own brow in confusion, tracing their eyes back to the pregnancy test he still had stretched out in front of them. shoko had her hand wrapped on her mouth and her eyes shut as though processing something while suguru was stuck in place, his hands frozen in the air as he dropped the pan he had once been washing into the sink. letting out a huff at their lack of a reaction, he decided to inspect the situation himself; it was rare for a prank of his not to land, the least he could do was figure out why.
unsuspecting, he finally flipped the stick towards himself, his eyes quickly scanning over the result on the screen.
“oh!” he let out, suddenly understanding why his presentation may have come off as a little bit insensitive.