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Gojo Satoru’s at a college party, wearing a shirt that says, in obnoxiously bright blue lettering, 'life sucks but I suck better' when he meets Geto Suguru.
It’s not even his shirt. He borrowed it from a friend of a friend of a friend who had one class with the guy a few years back. Said guy is also who accidentally dumped a strawberry daiquiri on him. Well, with the way the guy was eyeing him as he was changing- maybe it wasn’t exactly an accident. He would have preferred to go home, change out of his cold, sticky shirt and lay on his couch to rewatch the second season of Digimon for the millionth time. Sadly, that wasn’t in the cards for him. He was the DD for the night, tasked with toting everyone home after they were too blasted to stand since he wasn’t going to drink a drop of alcohol. He was with his typical group of Shoko, Yuki and Haibara and they were well known to get up to all kinds of ridiculous nonsense when they were drunk. If they couldn’t take the train, they usually rotated on who would be the designated driver between them, but tonight they had roped Gojo into taking care of them. He owed each one of them a favor of some kind, so they ganged up on him to cash it in for this night.
It was the biggest and only party of the year at their university of this caliber. People described it being molded after American frat parties. Gojo had never been to one of those before since they were, well, in America. But he’s seen movies. They looked the exact opposite of anything Gojo wanted to attend. It’s held at some rich guy’s house annually even though he had graduated two years before. Normally, Gojo’s friends would just have a drinking party at an Izakaya then take the train home, but they thought it would be beneficial to the deterioration of their livers to go to this party. Mainly for the fact there would be free alcohol.
Gojo didn’t like alcohol or parties of any kind. He barely went on his friend’s drinking benders- Shoko's been adamant about him going to one recently because there’s some guy she’s trying to set him up with that started hanging out with him. She keeps telling him that she knows that he’d like him. Gojo isn’t so sure and keeps avoiding going. He’s had plenty of practice of coming up with excuses for not attending when it comes to any party that involved his university circles. He wasn’t looking forward to the party, forced to be around two things he hates- loud noises and drunk people. Shoko suggested he bring his headphones to block it out. He planned on doing just that then promptly hiding in the most secluded corner of the house as he sips bottled water he opens himself. Maybe a soda if he could find one amongst the overwhelming amount of alcohol he assumes will be there.
On the day of the party, they meet up at Yuki and Shoko’s shared apartment a few hours early to indulge in some pizza before the party. Gojo’s as he normally is and refuses all their encouragement to wear something else. He wanted to avoid people’s attention tonight. It was hard enough with his blue eyes and white hair; he stuck out like a sore thumb in a typical crowd. He wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible. So, he wasn’t trading his t-shirt and joggers for anything. Especially something “slutty” as Yuki suggested as she held up the tiniest top he’d ever seen in his life, as if she expected it would actually fit over his wide, muscled chest.
They piled into Shoko’s beat up Toyota and headed to some ridiculous looking mansion that reminded him a little too much of his parents' house for his comfort. The place is off the beaten path, far outside of the city and secluded enough that there wouldn’t be any noise complaints from any nearby neighbors. He ends up parking halfway down the road-like driveway, and they hoof it the rest of the way to the house. Gojo muses grumpily how it’s going to be a nightmare getting all three of them back into the car later that night.
The party is in full swing; people are already loitering around outside, most of them drunk off their ass. Once they breach the threshold of the doorway- Yuki, Shoko and Haibara take off in different directions. Each with some kind of farewell to Gojo, leaving him completely alone to enact his plan of ‘stay away from everybody.’
He doesn’t notice anyone he accidentally makes eye contact with as he weaves through the crowd in search for a place to sit that is, at least, somewhat quiet. The only stop he makes is to grab a bottle of water in the kitchen. Then the quest continues until it's derailed when he gets a chest full of red liquid.
The blonde guy that did it apologizes profusely as he pats his hand down Gojo’s torso like it would actually do something. Gojo waves him off, but the guy is relentless. He introduces himself and Gojo barely catches his name. Kashiru? Kashimo? Kashimi?
“I can get you another shirt,” the guy pushes up onto his toes to whisper into Gojo’s ear. The white-haired man has an uncomfortable sensation traveling up his spine as he pushes the other man away. The guy smiles and pushes closer once again.
“This is my place so my room’s upstairs.” The owner? The friend of a friend of a friend that Gojo kind of sort of knew but not really? Seems trustworthy enough. If the guy tries something it’s not as if Gojo couldn’t punch his lights out anyways. This guy barely comes past his shoulder and Gojo could probably crush his head between his thighs... Well, maybe that isn’t a good example. It seemed like this guy would probably like that.
Whatever, he didn’t want to walk around with his shirt soaked through. So he was going to take his chances with this guy. They travel up the stairs to the man’s bedroom and Gojo gets tossed a shirt that was on the bed. Gojo waits awkwardly for the other man to leave but he just stands there, staring straight at him with a smile. Gojo sighs, heavy and put out but he changes anyway. Who cares if that guy wants to look. Gojo has nothing to be ashamed of with his physique.
Gojo holds the shirt up to look at it. It looked like a simple white t-shirt. He was wrong. Across the full length of it, sans punctuation, it read: life sucks, but I suck better. Which... Is actually rather hilarious. He didn’t think about the consequences of wearing it. He slipped it on, grabbed his wet shirt and then high-tailed it out of the room, only shouting ‘thanks’ over his shoulder. He ignores the guy calling after him as he makes his way down the stairs.
After he’s more than sure he lost the guy whose shirt he’s wearing, he goes back on his search for finding a place to post up. He was finding no such luck downstairs and was debating going back to the car to hang out in peace when some alt looking guy with an eyebrow piercing and painted fingernails that matched his long, dark hair comes up to him, points at his shirt with a smirk and says, “can’t say I believe you.”
It shocks Gojo, has his jaw dropping as he tries to stammer some kind of response. The guy lets him stumble over his words for a few moments, watching him with an amused lift of a pierced eyebrow. Has Gojo ever actually sucked a guy off before? No. Had he even had sex with a guy... Or anyone before? Also no. He’s a virgin at the big age of 21. But is he still offended by the doubt of his imaginary blowjob skills? Yes.
Gojo isn’t sure what exactly compels him to open his mouth to ask, “should I prove it?” Maybe the insane part of his brain that had him doing double majors or possibly his extremely competitive nature. Or maybe this guy, whose name he doesn’t even know, is so hot it’s kind of making Gojo’s typically logical nature a little muddled.
Because, boy, this guy was hot. Straight out of every one of Gojo’s wet dreams. He’d always had a thing for piercings and tattoos, gravitating towards those ‘bad boy’ looking types in media. He couldn’t help it! Whatever it was about them made him weak, and the guy propositioning him looked like every one of his crushes growing up. Long jet black hair, sharp jawline with eyes that were the color of honey and built like a fridge.
There’s a brief look that crosses the other man’s face, as if he’s surprised Gojo actually agreed. Gojo’s a little nervous about the possibility that the other guy might have been joking. Was he supposed to joke back? Make one of those ‘no homo’ statements? It’s not like Gojo had never been hit on but he’s never been hit on at a party before. Is there a certain kind of etiquette?
“Well,” the guy says slowly, biting his lip in a way that feels way too seductive to be legal. He jerks a thumb in the direction of the stairs.
“I know the guy who owns the house, we could go upstairs?” Gojo’s eyes trail up the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house. He’d been up there already, earlier, when the guy that owned the house (definitely on purpose) poured a drink on him. He still couldn’t remember the dude’s name. Kashi-something. He had a weird hairstyle, and it was bleached to hell. He was way too touchy for first meeting Gojo and he’s thankful he lost the blond the moment he hit the crowd downstairs. Gojo’s not ashamed to admit that he ducked down a bit, so he wasn’t standing almost a head above everyone else in the room.
“Oh-” Gojo’s voice goes up an octave. The other man raises an eyebrow. Okay, so he was serious then. Yeah. Gojo can do this. He’s going to suck this guy’s dick.
“Yeah, let's do it.” He ends up sounding a bit too enthusiastic but the black-haired man doesn’t say anything. Just laughs under his breath and turns to the stairs.
“I’m Gojo Satoru, by the way,” he says as they start ascending the stairs. Maybe this is supposed to be a ‘no name’ kind of thing but he wanted to, at least, know the name of the guy whose dick he’s sucked for the first time ever in his life. The black-haired guy snorts.
“I know.” Oh? He knows? Gojo doesn’t think they’ve ever met before. He's sure that if they had- he'd definitely be obsessed with him. Maybe not, like, full on stalking but he would have tried his best to talk to the guy before today. Possibly ask him on a date. Obviously he likes dudes and, apparently, dudes that look like Gojo.
“We’re in the same education psychology class,” he explains in such a gentle, completely unaccusatory voice. Oh shit. Gojo physically cringes. He’s spent almost the entire semester with this guy and he’d never noticed him? When this guy looks like that. How oblivious can Gojo be?
“Sorry, I don’t-” Know you? Recognize you? What’s the best thing to even say in this type of situation? The guy waves a hand vaguely in the air, twisting his neck to give Gojo a smile over his shoulder. The piercing on his eyebrow glints under the fluorescent lighting. Gojo can’t say that he feels shame when all he can think of is how hot he is doing it.
“No worries. I slip in every day barely beating the start time. You’re always nose deep in a book when I get there. Then I sit in the back and leave after you do. Makes sense you’ve never noticed me.” Even though he says it like that, brushing it off like it didn’t matter. Gojo feels a little bit like an asshole for never noticing. He’s also internally kicking himself because he could have been talking to this attractive man straight out of his wet dreams the entire semester.
“Geto Suguru.” Gojo blinks. Geto Suguru? The motherfucker that he keeps fighting for the best score in that class? Damn. Blue eyes rake over the back of Geto’s body. He was even wider than Gojo. The muscles on his arms bulge enticingly from the tight black t-shirt the other man wears. Geto could probably bench press Gojo’s weight. Hot as fuck and smart as hell? This guy’s the whole package. There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe he had a small dick? Gojo bites back a snort at the thought.
“I’d say nice to meet you but-” Geto laughs again. It’s a lovely kind of sound that’s pure music to Gojo’s ears.
“It’s okay, man,” he reassures Gojo softly. Geto leads him past the Kashi-guy's room and down another hall to a door situated at the end. Geto swings open the door and does a mock bow, gesturing for Gojo to enter. The white-haired man chuckles as he enters into the room. Hot, smart and funny? Yeah, this guy definitely has a small dick.
Honestly, Gojo kind of hopes it is small. He’s not really sure what the hell he’s even doing. Acting like he has any experience. If Geto has a monster between his legs, then how is Gojo going to prove his alleged dick sucking skills when he wouldn’t even be able to fit it in his mouth?
Once they’re both inside, Geto makes a point to lock the door behind him. The room is smaller than Kashi-whatever's but it’s still relatively big with a large bed in the middle of the room. Geto vaguely gestures to it.
“Wanna do this on the bed?” He asks. Gojo looks at him and then the bed. Would that be the best place to do it? Geto could sit down... Gojo could get on his knees. That’s kind of hot, right?
“I’m good with whatever you wanna do,” Geto concedes the decision to Gojo. Yeah, great. Leave it up to the virgin to decide. The white-haired man just shrugs.
“Bed’s fine,” Gojo says, forcibly nonchalant. Trying at his best imitation of Shoko. Geto grins at him, all perfect white teeth and crinkled eyes that are the loveliest shade of brown, then climbs on the bed. After he situates himself to lean against the headboard, he smirks at Gojo and beckons him with a finger.
Gojo climbs onto the bed gingerly, like he’s too afraid to put much pressure on it. He ends up straddling Geto’s thighs, unsure of where exactly to go. The black-haired man gives him an amused look and places a hand on his thigh. A thumb caresses comforting circles on the inside of it.
“You want to undo my pants?” Geto asks after a brief bout of Gojo just staring down at the button of the jeans and the startling bulge just underneath of it. He’s started to think maybe he was wrong about the small dick thing. Gojo takes a deep breath, finding the courage to reach down to undo the button. He fumbles slightly at pushing it through the hole, feeling uncharacteristically nervous, then slowly pulls the zipper down. Geto lifts his hips up to help pull the pants down so they sit bunched up just below the curve of ass. The bulge is even more prominent as it’s cradled by boxer-briefs.
“Go on,” Geto encourages him softly, still rubbing circles on the inside of his thigh. It spurs Gojo to hook his fingers in the band of Geto’s underwear and yank them down. Effectively allowing Geto’s cock to spring free.
It’s fucking huge. Uncut and girthy. His eyes widen as he realizes that the length of it measures up to his bellybutton. What the fuck. Not even a question. Just a statement. What. The. Fuck. Gojo’s dick isn’t small by any means but Geto’s is some kind of eldritch horror. How does he expect to fit that in his mouth? Gojo can’t even appreciate the lovely happy trail that crawls up Geto’s abdomen to his deliciously muscled torso because he’s too busy having a panic attack.
Silence hangs between them. Geto stares up at Gojo with a concerned look. The white-haired man doesn’t see it though because he’s too busy staring at Geto’s third fucking arm that he calls his dick.
“You okay, Gojo?” It's far too soft and gentle, causing the white-haired man to flinch. Geto’s eyebrows furrow. There’s more silence. Geto clears his throat after what feels like an hour.
“Biggest cock you’ve ever seen, yeah?” He asks with a put upon haughtiness, as if he was trying to joke around to break Gojo out of whatever spiral he was in. Gojo can’t do anything but nod, afraid of how his voice will sound if he speaks. It’s true though. Geto has the biggest dick he’s ever seen. Not that he’s seen many. Besides, you know, his own. Plenty from porn, he supposes but they were all way too manufactured that it was kind of off putting. Still, none of them held a candle to the giant between Geto’s legs.
“Your honesty is cute,” Geto compliments with a smarmy kind of smile. Blue eyes flick up to meet amber just for a moment before they go straight back to staring at Geto’s dick. The man below him shifts a bit... The cock bobs in tandem with the movement. Gojo’s breath hitches in his throat.
“We don’t have to do this, you know?” The question is quietly understanding. It’s an out. Reassuring Gojo that it’s fine, they don’t need to do this. Gojo can climb off of him, Geto can pull his pants back on, and they both walk away. But Gojo doesn’t want to walk away. He wants that huge cock inside of his mouth. Even if it’s probably going to choke him. So, he bends down awkwardly and takes Geto’s cock in his hand.
There’s a thump on the headboard as Geto’s head tips back, groaning as long fingers wrap around him. That sound spurs Gojo forward, with newfound confidence, to give the cockhead a tentative lick. Geto groans again.
“Yeah, like that. Take it into your mouth.” Gojo takes a deep breath. He’s going to do it... How hard could it be? Tons of people put a cock in their mouth, and it shouldn’t- He takes in the full sight of Geto’s cock once more. It was so girthy, could his mouth stretch that much? If he takes the entire thing in his mouth, it would be halfway down his throat.
No.
Nope.
He can’t do this. Gojo suddenly sits up, hand unwrapping from the hard cock. Geto gives him a questioning look before Gojo presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. He feels his cheeks heat in embarrassment.
“Gojo, are you oka-”
“I lied,” Gojo cuts in.
“Or... I didn’t lie. Just, kind of, insinuated that I have really good bj skills but I-” He rushes out, rambling at such a speed that he isn’t quite sure Geto can even understand but he can’t stop. His mouth just keeps moving and words keep spilling out.
“Well. I don’t have any skills. Because I’ve never done that before.” Strong hands find his thighs, the fingers pressing into his skin ground him in a way. He focuses on the pressure they bring.
“Gojo, it’s okay if you’ve never been with a guy before.” It’s said so softly, so fucking understanding that it makes Gojo a little sick. This guy is way too perfect. Hot. Smart. Huge dick. Kind. Here’s Geto Suguru, making every other person in the world look like crap. Shit, now Gojo can’t just lie. Again. Geto is being so sweet to him so he needs to come clean-
“I’ve never been with anyone before,” he blurts out. There’s an extended silence. Gojo moves his hand slightly to peek at Geto’s expression. The other man looks shocked. Oh, great. Gojo made it weird. What kind of virgin just jumps into bed with someone they barely know and claims they’ll suck cock like a pro? Yeah, it was probably best to get out of here now. He needed to climb off this guy, go find his friends to drive them home so he could go home. Then he’ll pack everything he owns (or at least the essential things like his Switch, laptop and complete Digimon series on Blu-ray) and move to New Zealand to become a sheep herder in the middle of nowhere. Well, as long as ‘middle of nowhere’ has Wi-Fi.
He makes to get off Geto and do just that, but the two hands that were on his thighs shoot up to grip his hips to stop him.
“Wait-” Geto chokes out, looking positively bewildered.
“You’re a virgin?” Gojo nods slowly, eyes shifting around the room to look at anywhere besides Geto. There’s a soft sigh from the man below him. Nothing ‘disappointed’ or ‘irritated,’ it just sounded fond.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Gojo.” The white-haired man’s gaze finally snaps back to Geto. Amber eyes blink up at him, slightly confused at the look of irritation he’s now receiving.
“Oh my god, stop calling me Gojo,” he bites out. Geto raises a pierced eyebrow in question.
“It makes me think of my dad and I do not want to think of my dad while I’m centimeters away from your dick.” Geto snorts, amused.
“Fair enough. Satoru then.” Gojo’s breath hitches. Oh. He’s never heard his name sound quite like that before. ‘Satoru’ sounded absolutely beautiful rolling off of Geto’s tongue.
“As long as you call me Suguru?” The black-haired man offers, looking hopeful at the exchange.
“Suguru,” Gojo says, trying out the name. It comes so easy too. Like a word he’s been saying for years, tumbling out of his mouth as if it was always meant to. He grins down at Geto, wide and toothy.
“I can do that,” he says. Geto smiles back, not as large but a simple smile that makes him look content. Gojo has to admit he likes it more than those big bright smiles that are a bit too blinding to look at. He liked that Geto’s smile felt more like something cozy and warm. Like it was home.
“Right, Satoru. Being a virgin isn’t something shameful.” Well, no it’s not. Gojo didn’t really care about being a virgin. He just hadn’t really been interested much in it. Definitely never been in this situation where he felt the need to jump into bed with someone immediately. So he’s just, kind of, put it off? He supposes he’s more embarrassed about the fact that he just lied about having skills in sex techniques when he’s never done any of that shit. That must sound so fucking lame to Geto. For whatever reason, he wanted to impress the other man.
“We don’t have to do anything. Let me just put my-” he pauses to gesture towards his dick, still standing tall and hard.
“-away and we can talk?” Geto moves to sit up and Gojo panics. That’s not what he wanted. He didn’t want to just stop. Later he’d be down for a conversation, he wanted to get to know Geto more. Maybe they could be friends? Possibly friends with benefits if they had enough chemistry in the bedroom. It might be a bit of a leap for Gojo, going from virgin to fuck buddies but… Geto really checked all his boxes. Who wouldn’t want a partner that’s attractive, smart, funny and has a big dick?
“No-” His hands find Geto’s shoulders and pushes his back against the headboard. Amber eyes blink at him.
“I... If you don’t care about my virgin status- I mean, I still want to... You know.” He nods down to Geto’s cock. The other man raises an eyebrow.
“You still want to suck my dick?” Geto asks, a little disbelieving. Even though Gojo was panicking about how gigantic Geto’s cock is, it wasn’t like he hadn’t also been fantasizing about gagging on it. He wants to wrap his hands around it. He wants it in his mouth. He wants it slapping against his cock and balls. He even wants it inside of him, filling him up and carving a place inside that he’ll feel even when Geto pulls out. He bets he’ll feel so deliciously full.
“Jesus chr-” He rolls his eyes in exasperation.
“Yes. I still want to try to suck your dick.” Blue eyes blink. Oh. Wait... Maybe Geto didn’t want to have sex with him and he’s just being nice.
“Unless you don’t-”
“No!” Geto almost shouts, or at least as close as he would come to it with how softly he typically speaks.
“I definitely want you to,” He reassures Gojo. The white-haired man nods, exhaling a steadying breath, then looks down at where Geto’s cock stands achingly hard.
“Just guide me?” Gojo asks, he swears he sees Geto’s cock twitch at the question.
“Okay,” Geto breathes out.
“Bend down like you were.” Gojo obeys, moving his hands from Geto’s shoulders to brace them on the bed below them. He’s more comfortable this time, less awkward in this position with his ass up in the air like he’s presenting it to someone. Maybe later he could be... Presenting it to Geto. Spreading his cheeks so the other man could fuck him open with his cock- okay, he’s getting ahead of himself.
“If you wanna lick or just take the head of it in your mouth to start.” One hand wraps around Geto’s thick, leaking cock while Gojo balances on a bent forearm. He slides the foreskin down, revealing all of the mushroom head of the cock then leans forward to lap up precum that generously pearls out of the slit. Geto hisses under his breath, hand shooting to cup the back of Gojo’s head. Long fingers thread the soft white strands.
“Yeah. Good,” Geto breathes out, voice sounding strained. It encourages Gojo to engulf the head in his mouth. The widest part stretches his mouth before it falls snugly under the base of the head. Geto is quiet for a few moments- aside from the noises of pleasure that slip from his mouth at Gojo’s ministrations. It allows Gojo to test out some things. He runs his tongue all over the head of the cock, slurping at it and sucking it as he teases the slit.
“Can you take more of it?” Gojo hums a noise of affirmation from where his mouth is wrapped around the head of the dick. The pleasurable vibrations cause a low groan to slip from Geto, blunt nails drag across the back of Gojo’s skull as his hand moves to cradle the side of the other man’s head.
“Relax your jaw... “ Geto waits patiently as Gojo’s jaw slackens, thumbs brushing comforting caresses across the other man’s cheeks.
“Take a breath,” The black-haired man commands softly. Gojo obeys, taking in a deep breath through his nose then the gentle hands that cup the side of his face push him down on the cock in his mouth. Gojo makes a startled noise as the length of it slides into his mouth and hits the back of his throat. He chokes a little, throat constricting at the invasion. Then it slips out of his mouth, leaving him coughing.
“You okay?” Geto asks softly, fingers scratching lightly at the sides of Gojo’s head. It was soothing. The other man nods, coughing a few more times before he says with a rough voice “wanna try again.” A grin splits Geto’s face.
“Fuck, Satoru. You’re a dream.” Gojo looks up at him through a fan of white lashes, an absolutely breathtaking sight that had Geto wanting to shove the man back down and fuck his mouth. He uses all of his strength to resist doing just that. This was Gojo’s first time taking a cock in his mouth, he needed to be considerate. There would be time later to hold Gojo down and fuck his throat raw.
Gojo leans back to swirl his tongue around the swollen head of Geto’s cock before he takes it in his mouth again. Just like the black-haired man taught him, he relaxes his jaw and takes a deep breath before slipping further down the length of it. The cockhead bumps the roof of his mouth clumsily as he engulfs it, a little too hasty in his descent. He wanted to take Geto all the way to the base again. By himself this time.
He slowly pushes down, concentrating on taking it all until he finally has it all in his mouth. His nose nuzzles into the hair of Geto’s happy trail as he hollows his cheeks like he’s seen people do in porn. If the throaty moan from Geto is anything to go by, Gojo would say the other man liked it. He tries to keep his breathing steady as he presses his tongue flat on the underside of the tongue as he suckles softly.
The fingers in his hair curl, gripping the white strands as Geto bucks his hips, fucking into Gojo’s mouth. The other man makes another startled noise but doesn’t pull off this time. Geto curses underneath his breath and says something Gojo can’t quite make out.
“Here. Hold still,” Geto says, louder so Gojo can hear it clearly. Gojo stays put as the other man gives a few self-indulgent thrusts into the wet heat. It felt so good allowing himself to be used. The concept of giving over the power to Geto, letting him do whatever he wanted to Gojo’s body had the white-haired man’s dick aching. He wanted some kind of release. So he positioned his hips to press against the bed underneath him then started rutting against the flat surface, in tandem with Geto’s thrusts. His underwear and joggers create a delicious friction against his cock.
“Look at yourself,” Geto says. His voice is deeper than it was earlier, laced with desire as he eyes the way Gojo’s hips move as he tries to get himself off.
“Fucking yourself against the mattress,” Gojo whines at the words, a little embarrassed at being caught. Geto pets the other man’s hair comfortingly.
“You look so fucking hot, Satoru,” Geto reassures him, continuing thrusts up into Gojo’s awaiting mouth. The praise was going straight to the white-haired man’s dick. He felt a warmth pool in his lower abdomen, the need for release building quickly inside of him. Gojo looks up through his lashes again, awaiting more praise.
“You feel so good- amazing. I wish I could fuck your perfect mouth forever,” Geto says, immediately understanding what Gojo wanted with a simple look. Gojo whines at the words, his hips stuttering at the frantic pace- feeling the warmth inside of him to coil tightly before releasing into a brilliant orgasm. The vibration from the noise surrounds Geto’s cock, Gojo’s throat clenches around it as his orgasm wracks through his body.
Geto barely has time to pull Gojo’s head back till only the head of his cock was inside before he’s cumming. Only a hissed out ‘fuck’ makes it past his lips as the orgasm hits him violently, shooting warmth into Gojo’s mouth. The white-haired man’s mind feels fuzzy, all he can do is take what Geto gives him. He tries his best to swallow all of the cum but some of it escapes out of the side of his mouth and slides down his chin.
Geto gently pulls Gojo off his cock, wiping off the drool and cum that trails out with his thumb. Hazy blue eyes follow Geto as he reaches up and licks it off of his finger. Gojo makes a content hum in the back of his throat as he rests his head against Geto’s toned thigh. He still feels floaty, but it felt so good. Slick, abused lips stretch into an easy smile. He lies there as he regains some semblance of actual thought, letting Geto cards his fingers through his hair and murmur words of praise to him.
“Good?” Geto asks him after his eyes focus again. The black-haired man smiles down at him gently. Gojo nods, taking another second to gather the right words to say.
“Better than I’ve ever imagined it would be.” And he had thought about it before. Sex. When he was younger, at least while he was figuring out his sexuality. All the scenarios his teenage-hormone-fueled mind conjured were crazy. None of them compared to what just happened with Geto though. He isn’t sure if anything ever will.
“Come here.” Geto beckons him with a soft whisper, helping him sit up and straddle his lap once more. Gojo’s thighs now bracket Geto’s hips; their groins pressed against one another. Even though he just came, Gojo could feel himself getting hard again. Even Geto’s cock was twitching with interest.
Geto’s fingers curl around Gojo’s chin to guide him closer before leaning in to connect their mouths in a kiss. Gojo makes a small noise, but it gets swallowed up by the other man’s lips as Geto tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Gojo’s arms wrap around Geto’s wide shoulders, pulling them even closer so their chests are flush together.
Geto licks the roof of Gojo’s mouth, tongue tracing along every crevice of the palate as his hips involuntarily buck up into the other man’s. He grips Gojo’s hips with a bruising force to guide them in a lovely roll, their dicks brushing together deliciously. The fabric of Gojo’s soaked through joggers felt rough against the sensitive skin of Geto’s naked cock.
“Here-” Geto murmurs against Gojo’s mouth, his hands coming off his hips to fumble while pulling down Gojo’s pants and underwear so he can pull out his cock. Gojo grimaces at the feeling of the sticky fabric peeling off his skin.
Geto wraps his hand around Gojo’s already leaking dick, hands running over it in a slow, deliberate motion. Gojo pulls back to gasp, looking down at how the other man was playing with him. It felt too good, Geto touching him.
“Your cock is cute.” Gojo rolls his eyes at the comment. He knows Geto is teasing him, even though he isn’t even small. Gojo’s dick was on the larger side, but it dwarfed in size compared to Geto’s cock. The only man continues the ministrations on Gojo’s dick- pumping up at down, flicking a finger over the slit, and squeezing the head as he kisses up the side of Gojo’s jaw.
Gojo can only fall apart under Geto’s hand. Noises of pleasure falling from his lips so loud he’s sure that anyone in the house would have been able to hear him if it weren’t for the deafeningly loud music and house full of partiers downstairs. He didn’t care about anyone hearing them. He didn’t care about his friends, who could possibly be looking for him. The only thing that was filling his pleasure-hazed head was Geto Suguru.
Gojo moans the other man’s name, pressing his lips right against Geto’s ear while he does it. His hips are stuttering, bucking into Geto’s hand- chasing the building feeling inside of him. He was going to cum again.
“That’s right,” Geto whispers.
“Cum for me.” For the second time that night, Gojo does. He spurts all over Geto’s hand as his entire body shudders- mouth falling open in a pitched keen.
“There you go. So good for me.” Geto continues to whisper praises as his hands give Gojo’s dick a few more pumps before he finally lets go. He moves to wipe his hand on the bedsheets next to them and Gojo looks down at his spent dick. It’s weeping to the side, twitching every so often in oversensitivity. Even though he came twice now and even had Geto’s dick in his mouth. He still wanted more.
He eyes Geto’s cock. It still stands tall and hard, precum leaking from the slit in want of release. Gojo wanted it, too. He wanted Geto to cum again, because of him. He needed it, even. That feeling overwhelms him, and the empty feeling inside of him screams to be filled. He knew what he wanted. What he needed. Will Geto give it to him?
“Could we...” Gojo trails off, he tilts his head up and locks eyes with Geto.
“Go further?” Blue eyes avert off to the side before they come back to stare right into Geto’s soul once again. The other man blinks.
“You want me to fuck you?” He asks. It sounds hesitant. Gojo bites his lip, ready to beg for Geto to put his dick in him. He looks back down at the cock. It felt so good in his mouth. It would feel even better up his ass, stretching and filling him up. He’s fucked himself with his own fingers before. That’s nice and all, but it always left him wanting more. He hated that feeling so he stopped.
“Are you sure?” Geto asks, pausing momentarily with a furrow of his brow.
“Satoru, I’d be taking your virginity.” Gojo gives him a look then. Well, duh. That’s the point? He shrugs.
“Virginity is a construct,” he says. Apparently, even though he sounds ridiculous it seems like he’s resolute enough to convince Geto. The expression on his face changes completely. Unsureness melting into a smirk.
“Okay, okay. Hold on...” Geto trails off as he reaches over to pull the draw of the nightstand open. He digs around for a few seconds before pulling out something that looks like condiment packets. Gojo’s just assuming that there aren’t a few sets of mustard and ketchup in Geto’s hands.
“Well, we got lube but-” he eyes the packets in his hands carefully. All of them are long, rectangles with glittery purple lettering. Gojo does a double-take, squinting his eyes on what’s printed on it. Did that say... Motion Lotion?
“No condom though.” Gojo gives him a confused look.
“Why does that matter?” He asks.
“I’m a virgin and you...” Gojo trails off, looking thoughtful.
“I mean, unless you have something I don’t know about?” They probably should have had that conversation earlier. Before Gojo had the other man’s dick in his mouth. Geto’s eyes widen comically, looking horrified.
“No!” He practically shouts. A blush flushed across his cheeks when he realized just how loud he sounded. He coughs into his hand.
“No. I don’t. I’m clean.” Welp. That’s that then, right? Geto’s clean. Gojo’s a virgin. Nothing to worry about.
“Kay. We can do it raw then,” Gojo says, completely nonchalant. His best impression of Shoko yet.
“Satoru.” The name comes out as a sigh.
“You need to be more careful; a lot of guys will lie just to fuck you.” Gojo pats the other man’s cheek patronizingly. Geto really is so sweet. Thoughtful. Smart. Hot. Big dick. Yeah, he is the entire package. Maybe Gojo could squeeze a date out of this guy. Then possibly get married and adopt a dog or something.
“Okay but you aren’t ‘other guys.’ I trust you.” Geto wants to bring up the point that, technically, they don’t know each other well. Gojo didn’t even know about his existence until tonight. Gojo doesn’t see the big deal though. Earlier, Geto was ready to walk away from a blowjob if Gojo hadn’t said he still wanted to try. They were just going to ‘talk.’ If Geto only cared about getting his dick wet, none of that concern would have been shown.
“I just had your dick in my mouth anyway,” he points out. Geto cringes at the reminder. Yeah. It’s not like he forgot about that, because he’s replaying fucking Gojo’s mouth in his head on infinite repeat. He was just so in the moment earlier he didn’t think about reassuring Gojo he was clean. He hadn’t planned on fucking anyone tonight, so it’s not like he has his results on his person.
“Oh,” he says, realization striking him. His hand went down to pat at the crumpled pockets of his jeans.
“I should have the results in my emai-”
“Suguru,” Gojo cuts in firmly. Geto stops and looks up at Gojo with wide eyes.
“Shut up and get your dick in me.” He stares at Geto, expression blank and tone bland. The black-haired man snorts, amused.
“The virgin is eager,” Geto says with a smirk.
“Yes. He is. Now get to it.” Gojo commands and Geto leans forward to capture his lips in a tantalizing kiss. Working their mouths and tongues together slowly as he maneuvers Gojo off of his lap- pressing him down onto the mattress then he pulls away so he can sit back on his haunches between Gojo’s spread thighs. Gojo makes a mental note about how perfect Geto looks there, like he was meant to be between Gojo’s legs- giving him pleasure. Gojo pleasuring Geto in return. It just felt so right.
Geto shimmies off his pants and underwear, chucking them across the room for him to find later. They are inconsequential to him now, when he has Gojo laying before him like a piece of art. He hooks his fingers into the waistbands of Gojo’s joggers and underwear, swiftly pulling them down and maneuvering the other man’s legs to pull them off completely. They also get thrown across the room. He’ll find them for Gojo later. Now, he had a piece of art to admire.
Geto’s about to find his place back between Gojo’s thighs when he’s given an expectant look. He gives him pause, unsure of what Gojo wanted. The white-haired man gestures to Geto’s shirt.
“Take it off,” he orders.
“I want to see.” Geto tilts his head to the side with a smirk, his long hair falling over his shoulder in a captivation motion.
“I’ll grant your request if you keep yours on.” Amber eyes focus on the borrowed shirt Gojo still wears. It’s bunched around his waist, leaving his bottom half free of clothing. Gojo was planning on ridding himself of his shirt too. He had a nice body, he knew it. He wanted to show it off, but If Geto's asking for him to keep the shirt on then it’s probably for a reason. If it was hot then... Might as well do what the other man wanted.
“This wasn’t up for negotiation but I'll accept your terms,” Gojo says, causing Geto to laugh.
“Thank you, my king.” Gojo rolls his eyes at the teasing.
“Get on with it, Suguru,” Gojo says, tone laced with impatience. With a smile, Geto sits back on his calves and slowly pulls the shirt over his head, leaving himself completely bare besides socks. Blue eyes trails over his form, taking in the flexing muscles of his thighs, licking his lips as they fall on the aching cock that stands with anticipation of a tight heat, then traveling up the prominent muscles of his abdomen to stare for longer than he should at Geto’s chest.
Gojo can’t resist reaching out to run his hand across Geto’s pecs, thumb swiping over a nipple- causing the black-haired to let out a breathy little moan. This spurs Gojo to do it once more before moving down over the curves of the black-haired man’s abs. Fingers run over the dips and curves of the muscles until they descend further into the trail of hair that leads down to Geto’s cock.
Blue eyes look up and meet amber. Their gazes lock, unwavering as Gojo drags his hand down the length of Geto’s cock, making sure to give the head a nice squeeze before he fully lets go.
“Are you ready?” Geto asks softly, once again giving Gojo the decision to back out. The white-haired man lets out a shaky breath then his thighs fall further apart in invitation. Geto doesn’t say another word as he scoots forward into the welcoming spread of the other man’s legs.
Geto cups the back of Gojo’s knee with one hand, pushing it down until it strains, keeping him open. He presses one lubed finger inside, it's an easy glide. Gojo doesn't even give him a reaction. So, he pulls the finger out then pushes two of them into Gojo’s hole syrupy slow. They slip past the rim without much resistance, Gojo’s hole seemingly hungry enough to suck them in.
“I can take more than that,” Gojo says with an edge of petulance. Blue eyes are half-lidded as they peer down his body at Geto’s position between his legs. Geto snorts.
“You should hope so. Or you won’t be able to fit my cock inside you.” Gojo levels him with an annoyed look. Because, obviously, how dare Geto put into question Gojo’s ability to take dick. Not like he’s never done it or anything.
“I’ll be able to take it,” Gojo says with zero hesitation. If Gojo was anything, he was confident when he might not have the right to be. Geto believed him though. Maybe for the reason that he was going to make the white-haired man take all of his dick, right to the hilt and fuck him until he sees tears in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Not so sure,” Geto teases.
“Give me another finger, Suguru.” It’s a command if he’s ever heard one. The black-haired man obliges, sinking another finger knuckle deep inside Gojo’s hole. There’s resistance this time, a stretch lessen as he fucks his fingers inside. He works into the other man, fingers scissoring and curling, spreading Gojo open just for him.
Gojo moans as Geto pushes deliberately into his prostate. His head tosses against the mattress as his back arches off the bed, trying to angle his hips to get Geto’s fingers even further inside of him. The black-haired man smiles before leaning down to press a kiss to Gojo’s lips before he whispers a command against them.
“Hold your legs.” Gojo obeys, immediately grabbing the back of his knees to spread himself. Geto’s cock twitches against his thigh at the sensual vision below him. Then he braces one hand on Gojo’s hip and the other against the deep arch of Gojo’s back, pushing the other man deeper on his fingers as he starts fucking him desperately with them. Gojo’s cock, red and leaking, slaps against his stomach as each thrust of Geto’s hand jerks his body.
“More! Please-” Gojo whines, fingers digging into the sensitive skin on the back of his thighs. It felt so good, but he needed more. He wanted more. For Geto to fill him up completely.
“Okay, okay...” Geto’s reply is a little placating, but he still pushes the fourth finger inside. Gojo hisses at the burn from the stretch, but Geto doesn’t hinder bullying his fingers inside of Gojo’s tight heat. Once he's knuckles deep, Geto pulls back abruptly to only slam them right back in. Gojo jolts, a surprised whine falling from him as Geto grinds his fingers into his sweet spot. His cock leaked all over his stomach, the feeling of impending orgasm building inside of him.
But he didn’t want to cum again before Geto got his cock inside of him. He wanted to cum as Geto fucked him. Really fucked him. The fingers purposefully brush over Gojo’s prostate with each thrust as if Geto wanted him to bring him to release with just his digits. Gojo clenches around Geto's finger, chest rising rhythmically, struggling to catch his breath. Geto slows his movement but doesn’t fully stop fucking the other man with his fingers, he lifts his gaze to lock eyes with Gojo as his free hand runs up and down the line of Gojo’s body.
“What is it?” The black-haired man asks with a raised pierced eyebrow. He gives Gojo’s hip a soft squeeze, thumb pressing into the dip of his pelvic bone like it belonged there.
“You,” Gojo gasps breathlessly.
“I need you. Please,” Geto smiles down at him as he slips his fingers out of Gojo's hole. The other man groans, rim clenching even harder as if it didn't want to be empty. Geto's quiet as he bends over to grab a lube packet from the side table. Blue eyes watch with intent as Geto spreads it over his achingly hard cock. Gojo whines, low in his throat, as Geto's hand slowly works over the length of his cock. He can feel his hole clench around nothing, wanting nothing more for Geto to finally sink into him. Filling him up until he's stuffed full.
Geto grabs the base of his dick, his other hand still pressing bruises into the soft flesh on Gojo's thighs. Geto carefully aligns himself to the lubed-up rim, pressing in the blunt head of his cock. Geto sinks inside, centimeter by centimeter, the tight heat of Gojo's body engulfing him.
Their eyes lock as Geto continues to press inside. He admires how Gojo's face contorts, mouth falling open as the girth of his dick stretches the rim. Geto watches how the blue eyes get teary as the ache sets in as Gojo takes a cock for the first time.
To push the last bit in, Geto snaps his hips. A quick motion that has Gojo whining. Geto sighs, content, as a warm heat wraps around his cock. It felt so good. Too good. Gojo felt like the best thing he's ever fucked before, and he's only just now gotten fully inside.
Geto's hips are flush against Gojo's ass. The white-haired man's legs wrap around Geto's waist- tightening around the other man's body to pull him even closer.
“So full…” Gojo whispers, his voice sounding a little strained because of the overwhelming sensations inside of him. Geto cock's felt like it was splitting him in two. It was almost as if it was in his throat again with how thick and long the dick is.
“See,” he moans.
“I can take it.” This causes the black-haired man to chuckle.
“Yeah?” Geto asks, smirking. He knew his dick is a monster. A lot of his past sexual partners had trouble taking it, but here Gojo is… A virgin and taking his first cock so well. He wants to praise the man below him. Coo at him at how good he is for taking Geto's huge cock.
“Kiss me,” Gojo demands quietly, catching the other man out of his musings. Geto quickly obliges, dipping down to catch Gojo's lips in a kiss. It jostles the cock inside of Gojo at the motion, a sharp keen slipping from him. Geto swallows the sound, licking Gojo's bottom lip before his tongue breaches the seam of the other man's lips.
“You're perfect,” Geto murmurs into Gojo's mouth as he pulls his hips back, feeling the delicious drag of Gojo's walls around him. Then he snaps forward, plunging back into the tight heat.
“You feel so fucking good,” Geto moans into Gojo’s mouth. The kiss is sloppy, all spit slick lips and hot tongue. The focus being pulled to Geto's thrusts. Steady rhythm, perfectly hitting the sweet spot inside of Gojo. It causes the man under him to break the kiss to whine as each thrust hits inside him. Perfectly trimmed nails dig into Geto's shoulders, leaving tiny crescent imprints in the tanned skin.
It felt so good. Gojo couldn't even think. His mind felt fuzzy. His body felt sore from how Geto is practically folding him in half. His hole felt full. Completely stuffed in a way that he knows when Geto finally pulls out, he'll feel achingly empty. He fears he could get addicted to this feeling. He never expected sex to feel this good.
Geto pace picks up, shifting his hips slightly as he pounds in harder. Gojo's jaw slackens, a guttural moan falling past his lips. Geto felt like he got impossibly deep. The blunt head of the cock still pressed against Gojo's prostate as Geto continues to fuck inside the tight hole. Gojo tosses his head back, arching into the thrusts as he chants Geto's name under his breath.
There's a hot coil in Geto's stomach as he watches the ethereal sight below him. Gojo looked beautiful, coming undone under him.
“You're so tight,” Geto dips down to whisper in Gojo's ear, before pressing a kiss right under Gojo's earlobe, before sucking at the skin long enough to leave a mark. He pulls back to admire his work. He continues his thrusts, hips stuttering as the feeling builds inside of him.
“I'm so close,” he says as he sits up a bit so he can wrap his band around Gojo's aching cock. It was bobbing there uselessly, leaking all over Gojo's toned stomach. Gojo's hands thread through Geto's long black hair to tug him back down into a hot kiss. Gojo's grip tightens as he slips his tongue into Geto's mouth.
“Fuck-” Gojo pulls away to moan after a particularly rough thrust. He lifts his hips slightly as he presses back to meet the other man's continuous ruts.
“Gonna cum-” Gojo's whines, back arching even more as Geto pounds into him. The black-haired man licks a stripe up Gojo's neck before nuzzles into the soft hair right by Gojo's ear. Geto exhales deeply, blowing air into the shell of Gojo's ear- making him shiver.
“‘Give me another one,” Geto commands, squeezing Gojo's cock as he slides his hand up and down the length of it. Geto’s voice is, at least, an octave lower than it usually is. Still gentle but there is a roughness to it. Gojo has no choice but to obey. His body tenses as he tosses his head back, a cry falling from his lips. His cock spurts violently, cumming between his and Geto's bodies- coating their stomachs. Geto presses their foreheads together and glances down.
He groans at the sight of Gojo's cum pooled on his creamy skin. Geto did that. He's the one that made it happen. He made Gojo feel so good that he came. He wipes his hand on the bedsheets below them so he can grab Gojo's thighs with both hands. His fingers press into the flesh as he folds the man below further into the bed until Gojo's knees hit it. It spreads Gojo out more, letting Geto get even closer.
Geto thrusts harder, deeper… The new angle causes Gojo to whine. He's overstimulated now and it felt like Geto was even further inside of him.
“Satoru-” Geto growls when he feels Gojo clench around his cock. He knows he’s close.
“Where-” he barely gets the word out when Gojo demands, “inside me.” That’s all it takes for Geto’s hips to stutter; the feeling in his abdomen bursts with pleasure as he careens over the edge. He slams into Gojo, flush against the ass of the man whimpering underneath him. Geto gasps as he cums, so hard he sees white for a moment. His movement completely stills as he empties himself deep inside Gojo's hole. With a needy whine, Gojo tugs Geto down- their chests now pressed skin on skin as he brings their lips together. They share a slow and sensual kiss before Geto pulls back, panting.
“That was amazing,” Geto murmurs, completely sated. That was the best sex he's ever had. Gojo hums in agreement, mind still a little dazed from the onslaught of ecstasy and overstimulation. Geto leans down for a quick kiss before he sits up to gingerly pull out his softening cock. Then he grabs the meat of Gojo's ass, spreading the cheeks apart so he can watch his cum bead out of it in globules. He swears under his breath.
“Are you watching the cum drip out of my ass?” Gojo asks, slurring his words a little bit but he still sounds exasperated. Geto smirks up at him.
“Yes. It's hot as fuck,” he says without any shame. Then he lets go of Gojo's ass so he can tip over to lay next to Gojo on the bed. They're both on their backs now, staring up at the ceiling.
“So…” Geto says, turning on his side. He rests his head on his hand and looks at the other man with a smile. Pretty blue eyes turn to him questioningly.
“You wanna go on a date sometime?” Gojo flips over onto his side too, tilting his head in question. That’s exactly what he wanted to happen, and Geto is the one asking?
“A date?” He asks. The other man nods, his hand reaching out to trail down Gojo’s side. It stops mid-thigh to hike Gojo’s leg up, so it hooks around his hip. He runs a comforting caress across the thigh and up the round cheek of Gojo’s ass.
“Yeah,” he hums.
“Kind of embarrassing to say this but I’ve had a little bit of a crush on you all semester.” Gojo blinks at that. A crush? Geto Suguru has a crush on him? He knows he’s hot. He's had plenty of people express interest in him but... It just felt surprising that the other man had a crush on him and then didn’t act on it.
“You could have done something about it,” Gojo says. Approached him, maybe? Gojo would have been quite receptive to Geto. Even if he had just asked to get coffee sometime. Gojo hated coffee, but he could usually find something sweet and loaded with chocolate syrup to sip on. Geto gave him a look, eyes narrowed.
“You didn’t notice me at all, and you think I had the courage to come up to you and ask for a date?” The black-haired man asks incredulously. Gojo levels him with a completely blank look.
“You came up to me and asked if I could suck you off,” he says, completely deadpan.
“I didn’t- Satoru. I was joking. I thought that...” Geto trails off, worrying his bottom lip. Gojo knows he should probably not be thinking of kissing the other man right now but the teeth sinking into the plump lower lip is doing things to Gojo’s brain. Like making it a puddle of horny goo.
“I thought that I could strike up a conversation with you over the shirt. I know it’s Kashimo’s.” Oh, yeah. That’s what that guy’s name is.
“I thought you’d say something like ‘this is someone else’s shirt’ or something. I was trying to be funny. Tease you.” Well. Maybe with anyone else this plan might have worked. Gojo thinks that he didn’t end up with such a bad deal in the end, though. The sex was amazing.
“I thought, if it went badly, that I could just disappear into the crowd and go home.” Really, this whole thing is so funny now that Gojo’s thinking about the whole night and Geto’s little explanation of why he approached him in the first place. But it would be rude to laugh, right?
“Kind of hard to do that while we are in a lecture hall.” Gojo can’t hold it back anymore and bursts into a fit of laughter. He rolls onto his back, holding his stomach, as he continues to giggle. Geto sighs.
“Okay, it’s not that funny,” Geto says blandly.
“No-” Gojo snorts.
“Sorry, it’s just-” He giggles.
“It’s just so cute that you were nervous to ask me out, but you took my virginity just fine.” Geto’s jaw drops at that, sputtering some intelligible words before he finally settles with scratching the back of his head, embarrassment flushing his cheeks.
“Sounds kind of dumb when you put it like that.” Gojo rolls back onto his side then reaches out to pinch Geto’s pink cheek patronizingly.
“Hm, you should be glad you’re so cute,” he says. Geto’s own hand falls on top of Gojo’s and he leans into the touch, glancing over to the white-haired man with an alluring look.
“So, about that date...” He trails off. Gojo pats his cheek with a smile.
“Help me round up my friends who are probably plastered by now, and I’ll tell you my answer when you take me home.” This has both of Geto’s eyebrows raising. They hadn’t really discussed why either one of them are here. It isn’t really Gojo’s scene, so it made sense that he came with friends. He would have helped no matter what. Geto’s about 99.99% sure that Gojo probably couldn’t walk very well, chasing after and possibly carrying some drunk friends would probably be damn near impossible. So, he would help. Maybe he’d even get a reward for it...
Geto leans forward, a smarmy smile curling along his lips.
“Do I get to stay the night?” He asks, voice dipping low for an extra sensual measure.
“If you’re good,” Gojo says with a smirk before pulling Geto into a kiss.
The next morning, Gojo wakes up in the same borrowed shirt from last night, a face full of long black hair and a text from Shoko informing him that Geto was the drinking buddy she had been trying to set him up with the entire semester. He sends her a photo of him in bed, purposefully angling so a sleeping Geto is in the shot. Gojo waits for her to send a reply, a string of throwing up emojis before he tosses his phone onto his bedside table, throws his arms around the other man's body and buries himself back into the crook of Geto's neck. They'll plan their date after a few more hours of sleep.